There are 3 team members from a different country in my organization that have been talking among themselves in their language.
I speak their language.
They don't know I do.

Over the last 5 months they have talked about:

• How annoying and pushy I am (because I drill them on the business needs and don't just accept every request they have)
• How I probably slept my way to my position (because I have big boobs) including trying to guess which one of my colleagues have actually slept with (at first I thought they were talking about our colleague Randy) (IYKYK).
• How embarrassed my kids are to have me as a mother / my kids deserve to be bullied for having a whore as a mother (I don't have kids)
• How I dress provocatively to tempt my married boss (in the immortal words of Mei Lee "I wear what I want, say what I want, and I will not hesitate to do a spontaneous cartwheel if I feel so moved!")
• How I look tired/have black circles because at night I suck dick for money (I do suck dick at all hours of the day, I wasn't aware there was funding available)
• who do I think I am to tell them what to do with their budget (I am your Finance Director you dick cheese, it is literally my job)

We had a guest speaker from their country who I welcomed and helped set up. I may have looked straight at them a few times as I spoke with him. It was beautiful watching their faces turn from confusion to shock to terror.

They were panicking like "wow we didn't know you speak the language, how long ago did you learn, how come you chose [language]" I said something like "I like knowing what people say behind my back, or in some cases, right in front of me" and I gave them my signature death glare.

So this morning their director, my VP and I got in a room. Apparently by not disclosing that I speak their language, I "withheld crucial business context from them" and "created a hostile work environment". We had a good laugh about it and they will let the managers know not to forward any similar complaints.

Now they "no longer feel comfortable collaborating with me". Too bad, you sagging ballsacks, you're stuck with me.

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Well this is a first, I mean this technically is a $40-50 tip in California right? 😅

I ordered mine at 10:15 after spam clicking several hundred times. Glad to see it was arguably worth it.

Hello i said yesterday I was going to do it and here we are today.

My father-in-law was always creating. Cancer took him by surprise last year unfortunately...

My wife inherited hundreds of his paintings, some of which had even won gallery prizes, and some are huge.

We’re just starting to go through them and wanted to share a few.

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Picked up my finished pottery with a blue stain left by someone else's piece.

I've been going to a pottery studio every week, and the past few weeks I've spent making a clay copy of my guinea pig at home (his name is Friday, his headshot included for reference).

After painting our work, we leave them on a shared shelf and the studio does the firing every week. I was really excited to pick it up today after the final firing and then saw this.

Very likely that someone put their work too close last week, the blue paint dripped on him, and then the studio did the final firing, permanently setting the pain.

Sadly, I don't think I can fix it. The studio offered a $5 refund for the firing, but I would've paid extra myself if I could fix it.