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I'm happy for my nieces, but sad for me. I wanted then Pokemans

Found a CR ETB hanging out near the batteries at Target. Decided to buy it, and had a friend over. She has only a very small interest in Pokemon cards. I gave her a few packs to rip. A few seconds later I hear her say "Omg look how cute this Ninetales is!" While holding that card, and the Greninja next to it. She then put the Greninja down while adding the Ninetales to her keep pile. I about had a heart attack. Also slightly annoyed that she ripped that pack instead of me. Immediately explained the value of the card, and it's now a running joke that she was so excited about a card worth a quarter while pulling a $170 card. I told her she could keep the Greninja as she pulled it, but she refused. I realized that I've lost the plot. Apparantly ripping high value cards has become more important to me than collecting cards I love. I don't even like Greninja or that card that much.

I have been working at my job, a Foster Care Agency, for five years now. We got a new supervisor about 18 months ago, who let's call Lisa. I don't think Lisa has ever liked me. My previous supervisor would of course frustrate me from time to time, and sure I said a few tears who and there but never in front of them. I have cried in front of Lisa probably 5+ times now. To be fair, one of those times was at the children's hospital when one of our youth passed away, and another time was at his funeral this past week. The other times were due to being in trouble. Only once was those times an actual write up by her, but I always get upset whenever I feel like I'm in trouble. This has followed me since childhood due to trauma I've experienced. I also suffer from clinically diagnosed depression and an anxiety disorder. I went as far as even admitting these diagnoses to her, and explaining that I get triggered when in trouble. About eight months ago, we got a new boss and Lisa became her boss. Let's call my current boss Tiffany. I have cried in front of Tiffany three times at this point. The first time was finding out that the youth mentioned about was diagnosed with Leukemia, the next time at his funeral, and the third being this past Thursday when I also cried in front of Lisa. I have been in a depressive episode for the past month or so due to the youth's death, and was already upset going to work this past Thursday morning as I found out Wednesday night that my nephew may also have Leukemia (we are waiting for testing). The most recent incident that has me so embarrassed occurred this Thursday at work. Tiffany told me that her and Lisa needed to talk to me in Lisa's office. I went in there with my heart racing as I already knew it would be a talk about me doing something wrong. They called it a "Coaching Session", which I have never heard them call one of these talks before. I believe they just called it that to try to make me feel better. They laid on me about things I'm deficient in at work, and what they want me to improve in. I honestly don't think they could have been any nicer about it. It was just really horrible timing. The water works started about one minute into the conversation. I just pretty much cried throughout the whole meeting. I have mentioned before that I attend weekly therapy. Lisa mentioned during the meeting that maybe I should find a new therapist, look into EDMR, or try DBT. Both Tiffany and Lisa asked what support I have at home, if I have friends I can talk to, etc. I found these questions quite odd. I went on to explain that I was so emotional because it was the one month anniversary of the youth passing, that I found out my nephew may have the same thing that the youth passed away from, and that it's been a hard week with the funeral happening just two days prior. I'm so embarrassed and over having cried in front of my supervisors so many times. I have literally never cried in front of a boss at any other job in my life. I have always been an extra-sensitive person. I believe I may be a 'Highly Sensitive Person', but am not trying to diagnose myself. It is not normal for a 30-year-old to cry so much in front of their supervisor. I honestly just want to quit at this point because I'm so embarrassed. I most like won't quit because I do love my job and need the money, but am just too embarrassed to even show my face at work right now. Any virtual hugs or support are appreciated.

Long story short, I was in a meeting with my supervisor. She asked me some very personal questions such as: why I haven't switched therapists (I have previously disclosed that I attend therapy due to having to take a longer lunch once a week), if I have friends I can talk to, and even suggested I try EMDR therapy. She probably had the best intentions in mind. A good friend of mine recommended I reach out to HR because that was innapropriate. I emailed HR, but mostly because I was upset from the meeting due to other things said to me. I just don't do well with feeling like I'm in trouble, and a client of ours that I was closed to recently passed away. I haven't yet heard back from HR. However, I kind of regret emailing them in the first place. I don't want there to be an investigation and make things awkward. Not sure how to move forward. I appreciate any suggestions!

I have been working at my job, a Foster Care Agency, for five years now. We got a new supervisor about 18 months ago, who let's call Lisa. I don't think Lisa has ever liked me. My previous supervisor would of course frustrate me from time to time, and sure I said a few tears who and there but never in front of them. I have cried in front of Lisa probably 5+ times now. To be fair, one of those times was at the children's hospital when one of our youth passed away, and another time was at his funeral this past week. The other times were due to being in trouble. Only once was those times an actual write up by her, but I always get upset whenever I feel like I'm in trouble. This has followed me since childhood due to trauma I've experienced. I also suffer from clinically diagnosed depression and an anxiety disorder. I went as far as even admitting these diagnoses to her, and explaining that I get triggered when in trouble. About eight months ago, we got a new boss and Lisa became her boss. Let's call my current boss Tiffany. I have cried in front of Tiffany three times at this point. The first time was finding out that the youth mentioned about was diagnosed with Leukemia, the next time at his funeral, and the third being this past Thursday when I also cried in front of Lisa. I have been in a depressive episode for the past month or so due to the youth's death, and was already upset going to work this past Thursday morning as I found out Wednesday night that my nephew may also have Leukemia (we are waiting for testing). The most recent incident that has me so embarrassed occurred this Thursday at work. Tiffany told me that her and Lisa needed to talk to me in Lisa's office. I went in there with my heart racing as I already knew it would be a talk about me doing something wrong. They called it a "Coaching Session", which I have never heard them call one of these talks before. I believe they just called it that to try to make me feel better. They laid on me about things I'm deficient in at work, and what they want me to improve in. I honestly don't think they could have been any nicer about it. It was just really horrible timing. The water works started about one minute into the conversation. I just pretty much cried throughout the whole meeting. I have mentioned before that I attend weekly therapy. Lisa mentioned during the meeting that maybe I should find a new therapist, look into EDMR, or try DBT. Both Tiffany and Lisa asked what support I have at home, if I have friends I can talk to, etc. I found these questions quite odd. I went on to explain that I was so emotional because it was the one month anniversary of the youth passing, that I found out my nephew may have the same thing that the youth passed away from, and that it's been a hard week with the funeral happening just two days prior. I'm so embarrassed and over having cried in front of my supervisors so many times. I have literally never cried in front of a boss at any other job in my life. I have learned about HSP recently, and believe that it is one of my personality traits. It is not normal for a 30-year-old to cry so much in front of their supervisor. I honestly just want to quit at this point because I'm so embarrassed. I most like won't quit because I do love my job and need the money, but am just too embarrassed to even show my face at work right now. Any virtual hugs or support are appreciated.

I have been working at my job, a Foster Care Agency, for five years now. We got a new supervisor about 18 months ago, who let's call Lisa. I don't think Lisa has ever liked me. My previous supervisor would of course frustrate me from time to time, and sure I said a few tears who and there but never in front of them. I have cried in front of Lisa probably 5+ times now. To be fair, one of those times was at the children's hospital when one of our youth passed away, and another time was at his funeral this past week. The other times were due to being in trouble. Only once was those times an actual write up by her, but I always get upset whenever I feel like I'm in trouble. This has followed me since childhood due to trauma I've experienced. I also suffer from clinically diagnosed depression and an anxiety disorder. I went as far as even admitting these diagnoses to her, and explaining that I get triggered when in trouble. About eight months ago, we got a new boss and Lisa became her boss. Let's call my current boss Tiffany. I have cried in front of Tiffany three times at this point. The first time was finding out that the youth mentioned about was diagnosed with Leukemia, the next time at his funeral, and the third being this past Thursday when I also cried in front of Lisa. I have been in a depressive episode for the past month or so due to the youth's death, and was already upset going to work this past Thursday morning as I found out Wednesday night that my nephew may also have Leukemia (we are waiting for testing). The most recent incident that has me so embarrassed occurred this Thursday at work. Tiffany told me that her and Lisa needed to talk to me in Lisa's office. I went in there with my heart racing as I already knew it would be a talk about me doing something wrong. They called it a "Coaching Session", which I have never heard them call one of these talks before. I believe they just called it that to try to make me feel better. They laid on me about things I'm deficient in at work, and what they want me to improve in. I honestly don't think they could have been any nicer about it. It was just really horrible timing. The water works started about one minute into the conversation. I just pretty much cried throughout the whole meeting. I have mentioned before that I attend weekly therapy. Lisa mentioned during the meeting that maybe I should find a new therapist, look into EDMR, or try DBT. Both Tiffany and Lisa asked what support I have at home, if I have friends I can talk to, etc. I found these questions quite odd. I went on to explain that I was so emotional because it was the one month anniversary of the youth passing, that I found out my nephew may have the same thing that the youth passed away from, and that it's been a hard week with the funeral happening just two days prior. I'm so embarrassed and over having cried in front of my supervisors so many times. I have literally never cried in front of a boss at any other job in my life. I have always been an extra-sensitive person. I believe I may be a 'Highly Sensitive Person', but am not trying to diagnose myself. It is not normal for a 30-year-old to cry so much in front of their supervisor. I honestly just want to quit at this point because I'm so embarrassed. I most like won't quit because I do love my job and need the money, but am just too embarrassed to even show my face at work right now. Any virtual hugs or support are appreciated.

My sister is 41 years old. Her son, my nephew, is 19. He has been in Foster Care since he was 16. My husband and I offered to take him in, but he wanted to stay with a mentor in his own town instead (he lived in the mountains 45 minutes away). Long story short, his younger half siblings live with their dad while their mom (my sister) has been homeless for 3 years. My sister is the main reason she has ended up in the situation she is in. Has been using drugs on and off for a few years now. Was in a great program at one point, and was about to graduate from it. She ruined that, and got kicked out. Our city is big, and has plenty of resources for the homeless, job seekers, etc. There are quite a few programs in the area that she could partake in for free. She claims she doesn't need help, and this is all her ex-husband's fault. My nephew went from regular Foster Care into Extended Foster Care upon turning 18. That means the money his Foster Parent was receiving now goes to him, he has a subsidized apartment, is a college student, and has a part time job. My sister told my nephew and his old Foster Parent that they should give her money to help her. That family is supposed to help each other (we have tried, but her behavior is crazy most of the time). The money my nephew receives really isn't even that much. It barely pays for necessities, let alone wants he has. The main reason he had to get a part time job. My sister is quite entitled for thinking her 19 year old son should be giving her money, especially with her putting herself into this situation.

My friend, who let's call Nancy, has always wanted a surprise party for her birthday. The actual day of her birthday was pretty rough, so we decided to throw her a surprise party this year to fulfill her wish. We came together as a friend group to decorate my house with birthday decor we knew she would like. Made it fancy as she's into fancy things. I'm an amatuer baker, and have been baking for a non-profit who serves at-risk youth, family, & friends for years now. Nancy mentioned a month ago that she wanted a cake from me, but I wasn't sure if that was still what she wanted as she never said a flavor. Apparantly, she was dissapointed on her actual birthday that I didn't make her cake. So I decided to make her one for the surprise party. Nancy has really been into a specific book lately, so I thought I would make the cake in the colors of the book. The party took place at my house, and we picked up some food from a restaurant to be ready for when she came. Nancy's sister was in charge of bringing her to my house. They ended up being two hours late. Nancy complained about just about everything. The ingredients for her favorite alcoholic drink were wrong (even though every recipe we found online said the ingredients that we bought), complained that the cake did not look like it went with the book enough, complained that she wasn't dressed fancy, blamed me for ruining the surprise an hour before she came which was really just a misunderstanding with her sister, and didn't even want to take pictures with the photo op we made. She seemed genuinely dissapointed, and didn't thank a single person. You can't beg for a surprise party for years, and then complain the whole time when you get one!

My friend, who let's call Nancy, has always wanted a surprise party for her birthday. The actual day of her birthday was pretty rough, so we decided to throw her a surprise party this year to fulfill her wish. We came together as a friend group to decorate my house with birthday decor we knew she would like. Made it fancy as she's into fancy things. I'm an amatuer baker, and have been baking for a non-profit who serves at-risk youth, family, & friends for years now. Nancy mentioned a month ago that she wanted a cake from me, but I wasn't sure if that was still what she wanted as she never said a flavor. Apparantly, she was dissapointed on her actual birthday that I didn't make her cake. So I decided to make her one for the surprise party. Nancy has really been into a specific book lately, so I thought I would make the cake in the colors of the book. The party took place at my house, and we picked up some food from a restaurant to be ready for when she came. Nancy's sister was in charge of bringing her to my house. They ended up being two hours late. Nancy complained about just about everything. The ingredients for her favorite alcoholic drink were wrong (even though every recipe we found online said the ingredients that we bought), complained that the cake did not look like it went with the book enough, complained that she wasn't dressed fancy, blamed me for ruining the surprise an hour before she came which was really just a misunderstanding with her sister, and didn't even want to take pictures with the photo op we made. She seemed genuinely dissapointed, and didn't thank a single person. You can't beg for a surprise party for years, and then complain the whole time when you get one!

My resident dog Lilly is 10 years old. I've had her since she was a puppy. She is a big mutt. We believe golden retriever, Australian shepherd, & lab. She has always been shy and anxious towards new people and other dogs. We recently took in a bordie collie, Phoenix, who needed to be rehomed by a family friend. She is 3 years old. Phoenix has been in our home for a week now. We had them meet on neutral ground. Phoenix was crated/penned for the majority of the time the first few days. They socialized with Phoenix on the leash around the house and outside. I then let them socialize while leashed, but it dragging in case I needed to step in. They only interact without barriers when I can supervise. Lilly freaks out if Phoenix tries to enter the living room. Barks and gets agressive. Has started a fight there. Another fight broke out when Phoenix tried to walk through a doorway that Lilly was standing in. I had just taken them both out on a walk, with another person assisting so it was one person per dog. We got home, and Lilly got agressive and started a fight because Phoenix tried to get water at the same time as her. They have had plenty of time socializing where they've been able to play together without any issues. Have laid next to each other, been petted together, pottied together, etc all without any incidents. Phoenix is crated at night, and in a pen while I'm at work. Lilly has always been afraid of being confined. She is now completely fine with Phoenix penned and crated. I seperated them after the most recent fight. Lilly went up to the pen five minutes after I let her out of the room whining to play with Phoenix. They are now completely fine and seperated. I'm not sure how to proceed. How do I get Lilly to stop resource guarding? Does she need more time? Should I just keep them seperate for multiple days? Any help is appreciated.

My resident dog Lilly is 10 years old. I've had her since she was a puppy. She is a big mutt. We believe golden retriever, Australian shepherd, & lab. She has always been shy and anxious towards new people and other dogs. We recently took in a bordie collie, Phoenix, who needed to be rehomed by a family friend. She is 3 years old. Phoenix has been in our home for a week now. We had them meet on neutral ground. Phoenix was crated/penned for the majority of the time the first few days. They socialized with Phoenix on the leash around the house and outside. I then let them socialize while leashed, but it dragging in case I needed to step in. They only interact without barriers when I can supervise. Lilly freaks out if Phoenix tries to enter the living room. Barks and gets agressive. Has started a fight there. Another fight broke out when Phoenix tried to walk through a doorway that Lilly was standing in. I had just taken them both out on a walk, with another person assisting so it was one person per dog. We got home, and Lilly got agressive and started a fight because Phoenix tried to get water at the same time as her. They have had plenty of time socializing where they've been able to play together without any issues. Have laid next to each other, been petted together, pottied together, etc all without any incidents. Phoenix is crated at night, and in a pen while I'm at work. Lilly has always been afraid of being confined. She is now completely fine with Phoenix penned and crated. I seperated them after the most recent fight. Lilly went up to the pen five minutes after I let her out of the room whining to play with Phoenix. They are now completely fine and seperated. I'm not sure how to proceed. How do I get Lilly to stop resource guarding? Does she need more time? Should I just keep them seperate for multiple days? Any help is appreciated.

I was out at breakfast with my husband this morning. I felt something weird in my jean pocket so I decided to put my hand in to see what it was. I then pulled out American cheese still in its plastic wrapper, with half of it missing. At first I was like what the heck is this? But then I remembered that I had taken my dog out on a walk a week prior where I was working on training and had taken cheese with me. I must have forgotten to take it out of my pocket. I also live in an area that has extreme dry heat. I was already not a fan of American cheese before, now I really am not due to seeing how it looks the same after sitting in a pocket for a week with how hot it gets. PS: I usually wear my jeans a few times before I wash them, and I had barely worn them since the day I wore them when I was training my dog.

My husband, myself (female), and pets have lived in our rental house for about 2 months now. The owner goes through a third party property company. We've receieved a few pieces of mail, and a package from an expensive brand in their name since we moved in. The property company told us that we can tell them if we get any mail of the ex-tenants as the home owner previously rented it out to family, so the mail can be passed along. Property company picked up their mail last week. I was home alone, it's 10:30pm, and I'm getting ready for bed as I have work in the morning. All of a sudden the doorbell rings, and my dog is going crazy. I decided to ignore it because I'm home alone, it's late at night, and I'm a female. Well the bell kept ringing, and the dog kept going crazy. I look through the peephole and see a man. Open the door to him telling me "Hey, I used to live here. Was wondering if you have any mail in my name?". I proceeded to tell him that I gave it to the landlord, and it's late at night.

Who does this? If you have mail that went to an old address, please don't show up at 10:30pm unannounced to ask for it!

Mack, Lightning Mcqueen's driver, is a Mack Truck. This would be like me (a white person) going by the name of 'White', or a Latino person going by 'Latino', etc. Or maybe his parents were just very uncreative? Who knows!

I've been a big Disneyland fan for years. Had a Magic Key a few years back, but recently just got one again. The park is about 4 hours from where I live. I drive down the morning of, attend the parks for a day, sleep in a motel, then drive home the next day. I'm also wanting to start venturing out into other types of vacations such as visiting another state, or going on a cruise. Anyone have experience with balancing Disney alongside other types of vacations?

I recently babysat my 7 year old niece and her younger sister. They're constantly on Youtube at home, and of course put it on at my house. Some TADC videos came on, and I asked them if they've watched the show. I'm not sure if they've seen the whole thing, but I could tell from her stories that she's seen bits and pieces of it. Tried to tell me that Caine's real name was Scratch, and a few other things that I can't remember (something about Jax). What an interesting theory though. And no, I'm not a fan of young kids watching whatever on Youtube.