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sodafrog13 · 11 days

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hotline 1 character gamer thoughts.. bc i've been thinking abt it a lot. under the cut for convenience :-)

jacket: fighting and racing games, also more "chill" stuff like stardew valley but that's just bc he likes running around and doing fuck all. if he and gf play together, she's managing the farm like she's running the navy and he's just off fishing or running around in circles while digging thru ppl's trash and maybe doing things on gf's behalf if she asks him to. he can fuck you up in most arcade games tho; he particularly loves those light gun ones and he's like scary good at claw machines (which is great bc he can win beard or gf prizes :V)

gf: she and jacket share a lot of the same tastes; esp when it comes to fighting/racing stuff. they're both pretty equally good at fighting stuff (jacket's a little better) but she's way better at racing stuff ironically enough, even tho she doesn't actually know how to drive. also enjoys boomer shooters (jacket likes them too but not rly to play; he enjoys watching her play them tho) and beat 'em ups. also a little more niche but i think she'd also like those types of games where you have to sort things; thinks they're satisfying and helps with her compulsive need to sort things irl

beard: i don't think he's much of a video game person but i think that guy would love any sort of table top game. like i'm convinced he would rlly fw m:tg and dnd, y'k? things that require a lot of thought and maybe theatrics (and also things jacket would very much Not be into but i think he'd go w beard to competitions as like. his moral support lol). video games wise tho, he'd probs like. idk, minesweeper or 2048 LOL something that's just kinda supposed to keep you preoccupied rather than entertained. but also maybe smth like inscryption and buckshot roulette; i think he'd like the style of those and the strategizing aspect (maybe not story so much)

biker: oh this guy would fuck so heavy w typing of the dead. that and shit like guitar hero; i know at heart this jackass has a little bit of nerd in xem no matter how much xe may try to deny it. xe's also into boomer shooters/beat 'em ups/shmups but also xe typically gets tired of them relatively quickly so xyr library is like filled w games of those types that all have like a max of 5 hours on them each; very much does not give a shit abt secrets or any sort of story aspect. can fuck you up in tetris tho, xe'd probs do that shit that doremy does where he places blocks on the beat of the music. also weirdly good at pinball but refuses to admit it

richter: this man has 1000+ hrs on tf2 and almost all of them are on sniper. he spends most of his time on never-ending ctf servers and has gotten accused of being a bot more times than he can count. the only thing that can prove he's not is the fuck all rare unusual he got by accident and australium stock sniper rifle. he does not speak in VC. he does not type in TC. he uses voice commands and taunts only. he can and will single handedly carry your team to victory. you should uber him, and i'm not joking about that at all. he is a man to be feared. he also helps his mom with the sudoku and crossword in the paper every morning.

richard: i think it'd like uhm. weird art games. or i guess, as jacob geller puts it, games that are not games. that and weird/horror/unsettling(?) (j)rpgs. LSD dream emulator, yume nikki, ib, witch's house, who's lila?, IMSCARED, and anything that's sort of... meant to be an experience rather than an actual game (drawing blanks rn but presentable liberty obvs comes to mind). likes to ponder/analyze things and also enjoys things where you gotta fuck around w the files to find out more stuff, it's like a little treasure hunt to it. also think it would like firewatch, both for the story and also bc it likes watching the sunsets in that game.

don juan: boomer shooters also but its mostly the newer stuff that catches her eye; stuff like the new blood boomer shooter trio (ULTRAKILL, dusk, amid evil) and cruelty squad would b right up her alley (and she'd totally be a tryhard about all of them). she also rly likes puzzle games tho! stuff like bubble poppers and tetris/puyo puyo tetris especially, but she can also keep herself occupied for A While just by playing solitaire. oh and minecraft. i think she'd rly like minecraft. terrarria, too, esp either of them modded, i think she'd have a lot of fun w them. def one of those ppl who gets all the minecraft achievements by herself, no cheats, on the hardest difficulty. bc she can, mostly.

rasmus: also not as big a video game person but they can and will crush you at chess (DJ's not as good but they play together sometimes; they specifically go easy on her). not as big a fan of it but they do also enjoy tetris/ppt; they and DJ will play together sometimes and rich will watch that shit like it's coco melon lol. part of me also wants to say they might enjoy desk jockeys? like papers, please and death and taxes (and i guess by extension, things that can enact moral/philosophical quandaries), but also maybe not; i think they usually get a lot more entertainment out of books and cinema/movies than games

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dilfsona · 8 days

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sapphire-weapon · 8 months

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Lmao I feel that so much. There's been two jobs I've had, retail and hospitality that I just fucking walked out of and never looked back. One made me have a breakdown, the other I was old enough to know that "I'm not fucking paid enough for any of this, the regulars are miserable to be around and unhelpful, they are going to fulfil exactly zero of what was agreed upon during interview. Week two? Bye. Quitting through e-mail. Get fucked." Never regretted it.

I have also walked out on two jobs.

One of them was a desk job. I worked as the head of legal compliance for a shady loan company. A debtor emailed in and begged for mercy, basically, because his life had gotten so far out of control that he didn't know what to do anymore. It was a whole long thing that I didn't really care about, but he caught my attention when he mentioned that he keeps thinking about how his revolver still has two shots loaded into it from the last time he went shooting.

As someone who's been suicidal before, I looked at the exact verbiage he used and knew that he wasn't joking or trying to play on my sympathies. He spoke in a very matter-of-fact way that I easily recognized as genuine. I waived his interest and told him to just pay back what he'd taken out and gave him the phone number for the Suicide Prevention Hotline.

My direct superior (who hated me) took that as a good opportunity/excuse to write me up and demote me from my position. She said that I had "violated company policy" by "acting emotionally" and giving out the phone number for an "external business." Both she and the head of HR berated me for this for about twenty minutes.

I refused to sign the write-up, walked out, and never went back.

My boss's boss (the director of office operations) ripped her such a huge new asshole over this (because he and I were tight) because she did this without getting the okay from him first, and now that place had to try to scramble to function without me. It was apparently so bad that she fired six other people in retaliation.

The second job I walked out of was when I left that cult. So, that wasn't a desk job...

but it was a cult. So.

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poshadvo · 14 days

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wisterialagoon · 3 years

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For you, I'll stay : pt1

Dabi is one of the top soldiers of the League of Villains. He does the dirty work and feels the stain of crime on his hands. You're an Assistant Inspector at the Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency, resigned to records-keeping instead of doing actual fieldwork. What happens when these two become intertwined in the most prominent political event that changed the era of 1990's Tokyo Japan?

Warnings: Violence (a girl gets beat up in this chapter), gangs, eventual smut(not in this chapter tho)

Tokyo Metropolitan Police Agency, Kantō Region, Japan.

January 9th, 1990, Tuesday.

22:30 hrs.

"It's going to be a long night," she thought, while fixing her desk for the fifth time. There was a haphazard pile of file folders, an unboxed diskette pack, and coffee cup stains all over her table calendar. She quickly reorganises the file folders, placing them in chronological order, then according to crime. Then, she matches the diskettes, which contain additional data such as interrogation footage, with each pile. Lastly, she makes her way to the pantry to refill her mug with coffee, humming along to a tune that was receiving more airplay recently.

It was an uneventful night, to say the least. As usual, she worked overtime, working on organising the paperwork and records of each case-from instigation to case management. She loved it initially, but now that she's six months into this new assignment, she could feel herself wearing down with how emotionally, physically and mentally taxing everything is. It wasn't so much the quantity or frequency of the load, but the content itself.

Seeing death, rape, theft and disappearances on a daily basis was starting to take a toll on her mental health, and even if she learned how to compartmentalise, there was something about seeing all the details that made her sleep less and less these days. The photos of dead bodies or visages of crying relatives would disturb her to no end, and having to type out each case report even if it meant tagging it as a cold case, was something that never really sat well with her.

Her direct senior, the only female Inspector in the agency-the only one who was actually nice, unlike the rest of the police force who talk about her during lunch breaks and agency dinners-tell her that the feeling of being "uninvolved" and "useless" will soon pass. "Besides," she tells her during one of the rare nights that they're both doing overtime, "You've got potential."

She sighs, wary of the compliment. "I just... I wish I could be doing more."

"You'll have your fair share of fieldwork and interrogations, Y/N" she says, patting the younger girl's shoulder. "Just keep working well, and the Chief will soon see your potential."

That last line resonated with her the most. She knew that the Chief was a firm leader-he did routine inspections, called people in his office to ask for status reports and he'd set all sorts of deadlines. But he was also known for being experienced in reading people just with one look.

So the question was, what was his assessment of her?

Did the Chief view her just like how the rest of the agency did-an Assistant Inspector who was only fit for clerical work even if she had graduated at the top of her class? Did he even notice her presence in the building-or was she too conscious of all the judgemental stares thrown her way because she was the first female recruit in a long while?

That was it, she thought, not noticing that her cup had overflowed.

With a sharp curse, she flung her hand away from the scalding beverage, and moved to grab some tissues-her mind thoroughly forgetting the questions that had darted in her mind not a minute ago.

As she dabbled the tissue on her hands and shirt, the police hotline rang, disturbing the silence of the otherwise empty floor. Alarmed at the prospect of a crime or report coming in at this hour, she runs towards the desk of the patrol and public safety unit.

"SMPA, what is your concern?" she asks, voice surprisingly level. When there wasn't a response, she asks again, this time a notch louder.

"Kidnapping," the voice cuts through the radio silence, its texture a rich timbre with a raspy undertone. Caught off guard at the mention of a kidnapping, she scrambles for a notepad and a pen. "23:00, 6 Chome-10-1 Roppongi, Minato City, Tokyo 106-6108, Japan. Takahashi Yua." In hastily written script, she takes note of the details, not once interrupting the man on the line.

"Who is this? Where is your intel from?" she finally asks, after she hears mere breathing sounds. "Hello?"

The person on the line doesn't respond, instead opting to breathe heavily before the line dies.

"Wha-" she exhales, overwhelmed with the situation. It wasn't unheard of for random tips to come in the station, that much was true. But a tip at this time? And with that much detail? She was wary enough that there wasn't any crime traffic recently but this is proving to be the suspicious exception.

Shaking off her doubts, she dials the home number of Inspector Sato, the head of the patrol and public safety unit. She knows he'll definitely give her an earful for calling at such a late hour-and to his house no less, but if what the man said was true, and if her gut was right, someone was after the daughter of the Minister of National Defense.

At the sixth ring, he picks up and greets her with a litany of questions. "Who is this? Do you have any idea what time it is? Whoever you are, you better have a damn good reason for waking me up!" he rattles off, temper flaring.

"This is Miyasaki Y/N, sir." she says, surprised at how stable her voice was. "Assistant Inspec-"

"Ah, the personal assistant." his tongue clicks, and even if she didn't see, she knew he was shaking his head. "What is it? Here to ask help again in records-keeping?"

At that, she presses her mouth in a thin line, stopping herself from giving him a piece of her mind. She knew that they would always find fault in whatever she does but sometimes she wants to just put them in their place and prove herself.

But now wasn't the time to do that.

"No, sir." she starts, fisting her hand. "There's been an emergency call to the patrol and public service hotline. A tip was given about a kidnapping at apartment 6 Chome-10-1 in Roppongi -"

"Let me stop you right there." he expels a deep breath, clearly uninterested with her report. "You do know what that area is like, right? Or do you not even know where it is?"

"It's in Minato city. The residence listed houses many important political figures, it has national defence" she says, foregoing the other details and taking the opportunity to transition to the most important part. "Sir, you see, this could actually mean that-"

"This means that there is no kidnapping. I mean, if you're trying to pull a joke, it's a terrible one. Hell, there's hardly any crime in that area!" he gives a dry laugh. "it's an executive residential area, guarded and all that. As you said, National Defence is there and so are diplomats and expats. No one in their right mind would attempt a prank call, let alone a kidnapping."

"But the caller gave a name, possibly that of the victim. We should send a team, I have the address. I could lead the-" again, he cuts her off. At this point, a vein was threatening to pop at how unprofessional he was being, but she'd rather not break out into an argument with a direct senior-especially when he was clearly already annoyed at her.

"So this is why you really called, huh?" he chuckles. "Look, no one knows how you got in, or what strings you pulled to pass the Academy, but at the rate you're going, you'll never lead a team-much less my team." the certainty in his voice washed over her, causing her to remain silent at his blatant jibe. "So go back to whatever you're doing and don't even attempt to call me or anyone from the agency to waste their time with your tall tales." the other line clicks, ending their phone call.

Exasperated, she puts down the receiver with a little too much force than was necessary. "Fine, I'll do it myself." she mutters, putting on her coat, muffler and grabbing her car keys.

30 minutes. She'll have to pray that she makes it. After all, she doesn't have much time.

6 Chome-10-1 Roppongi, Minato City, Tokyo 106-6108, Japan.

The Takahashi Residence.

23:00 hrs.

The gate to the apartment building alone rendered her speechless. Pure brass balusters and a towering guardhouse greeted her, complete with intimidating security personnel who wasted no time in asking for her identification.

"Assistant Inspector Lee, from the SMPA. We received a tip about criminal activity taking place in the vicinity of this residence," she starts, not giving any specific details. "This won't take long." she adds, as a last ditch effort to convince them that she means business.

"Alright," one of the guards lets her through. As she rolled up her window, she catches a muffled dialogue between the two. "Isn't she a little too young to be an Inspector? And criminal activity? Talk about absurd."

Scoffing, she speeds up to the address the caller gave and in a few minutes, found herself outside the apartment building. But she was too late. There, standing by the of the main entrance, was the defence Minister himself, with blood on his hands and a shell-shocked expression.

"My daughter..." she hears him mutter. From just behind the door, she hears distant voices screaming for someone to call the police. "Dial the police! Or call the National Defense for all I care! Someone do something!" the voice got louder as she linked it with a face-Takahashi Riku, the Minister's wife. As if seeing the police lights flashing atop her car, The ministers knees gave out.

She makes haste to catch him before he falls, and as she does, she gets her shirt stained with blood, and scrapes her elbow with the force of his weight. Not minding the sting of the wind blowing by her scraped skin, she pulls out her walkie-talkie, and radios the police patrolling Roppongi that night.

"This is Assistant Inspector Miyasaki Y/N, does anyone copy?" she starts, practically shouting. For some reason, she felt an adrenaline rush at the development of events. "Repeat, this is Assistant Inspector Miyasaki, does anyone copy?"

After a few beats, a voice breaks through the white noise. "This is Inspector Takami, copy. What's your 10-13?"

"I've got a two zero seven." she says, forgetting that she hadn't even scouted the area for verification that a kidnapping actually took place. "6 Chome-10-1 Roppongi, Minato City. Send a medic for shock treatment." she rattles off, surprised at herself for actually being able to focus and act given the situation.

Then again, this was her job. Her first fieldwork-albeit unwarranted and unapproved.

"Copy that, 10-4. I'll run code. ETA twenty minutes." he affirms his direct response before ending the dispatch call.

6 Chome-10-1 Roppongi, Minato City, Tokyo 106-6108, Japan.

The Takahashi Residence.

23:20 hrs.

After twenty minutes, two police cars pull up the driveway. One belonged to Inspector Takami, the other was the patrol for back-up. He closes the gap between them in five, quick strides, hands in his coat's pockets.

"What happened?" he asks, ready for a briefing.

"There's nothing definitive yet..." she trails off, mentally berating herself for not even scouting the interior to study the scene. "But I've spoken to the family."

"You mean you've spoken to the Minister of National Defense." he supplies, his breath fogging up in front of him. "What did he say?"

"The family heard the door slam shut, and when he went to check his daughter was gone," hesitant, she clears her throat as a stalling method. "He found her in the marking lot, the girl was bruised and bloodied, unconscious. Looks like she was forced to inhale somthing, and her hands were tied."

"Attempted kidnapping?" he asks, stealing a glance at the apartment buildings façade.

"High chance for it." she answers, clearing her throat again. "Listen, Inspector, I received a tip in the agency around an hour ago-saying something about a kidnapping taking place at this time, at this exact address."

He raises his eyebrows, evidently taken aback at this new piece of information. "And?" he asks, expectant.

"And I think this is a set-up." she declares, sure of something for the first time that night. "Whoever is behind this, wanted us to come, thinking it was a kidnapping when it was an assault and break-and-entry."

"What are you getting at, Miyasaki?"

"There's a reason why Miss. Takahashi was assaulted and not kidnapped. They're telling us something." she says, handing out her notepad which contained the details of the emergency call a while back.

"What do you think this could possibly be then?"

"I don't know... yet." fuelled with conviction, she fists her hands at her sides, no longer feeling that sensation of helplessness or uselessness back in the agency when she was working on records-keeping. "But I'll find out."

9-chome, Kitakarasuyama, Setagaya-ku, Tokyo.

Assistant Inspector Miyasaki Y/N's Residence.

02:00 hrs.

Finally back at her apartment after filing the case and sending off the Minister's family with words of certainty about exhausting their whole force on the job, she slumps on the sofa, feeling her body become dead weight.

"God..." she sighs, fatigued. "That was a long night."

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slit-the-rasceta · 5 years

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For you, I’ll stay | I : The Hill

written by — @hardskzhours // @slit-the-rasceta

Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency, Jongno-gu District. January 9, 1996, Tuesday. 22:30 hrs.

“It’s going to be a long night,” she thought, while fixing her desk for the fifth time. There was a haphazard pile of file folders, an unboxed diskette pack, and coffee cup stains all over her table calendar. She quickly reorganizes the file folders, placing them in chronological order, then according to crime. Then, she matches the diskettes (which contain additional data such as interrogation footage) with each pile. Lastly, she makes her way to the pantry to refill her mug with coffee, humming along to a tune that was receiving more airplay recently.

It was an uneventful night, to say the least. As usual, she worked overtime, working on organising the paperwork and records of each case—from instigation to case management. She loved it initially, but now that she’s six months into this new assignment, she could feel herself wearing down with how emotionally, physically and mentally taxing everything is. It wasn’t so much the quantity or frequency of the load, but the content itself.

Seeing death, rape, theft and disappearances on a daily basis was starting to take a toll on her mental health, and even if she learned how to compartmentalize, there was something about seeing all the details that made her sleep less and less these days. The photos of dead bodies or visages of crying relatives would disturb her to no end, and having to type out each case report even if it meant tagging it as a cold case, was something that never really sat well with her.

Her direct senior, the only female Inspector in the agency—the only one who is actually nice, unlike the rest of the police force who talk about her during lunch breaks and agency dinners—tell her that the feeling of being “uninvolved” and “useless” will soon pass. “Besides,” she tells her during one of the rare nights that they’re both doing overtime, “You’ve got potential.”

She sighs, wary of the compliment. “I just… I wish I could be doing more, sunbae.”

“You’ll have your fair share of fieldwork and interrogations, Yuna.” she says, patting the younger girl’s shoulder. “Just keep working well, and the Chief will soon see your potential.”

That last line resonated with her the most. She knew that the Chief was a firm leader—he did routine inspections, called people in his office to ask for status reports and he’d set all sorts of deadlines. But he was also known for being experienced in reading people just with one look.

So the question was, what was his assessment of her?

Did the Chief view her just like how the rest of the agency did—an Assistant Inspector who was only fit for clerical work even if she had graduated at the top of her class? Did he even notice her presence in the building—or was she too conscious of all the judgmental stares thrown her way because she was the first female recruit in a long while?

That was it, she thought, not noticing that her cup had overflowed.

With a sharp curse, she flung her hand away from the scalding beverage, and moved to grab some tissues—her mind thoroughly forgetting the questions that had darted in her mind not a minute ago.

“SMPA, what is your concern?” she asks, voice surprisingly level. When there wasn’t a response, she asks again, this time a notch louder.

“Kidnapping,” the voice cuts through the radio silence, its texture a rich timbre with a raspy undertone. Caught off guard at the mention of a kidnapping, she scrambles for a notepad and a pen. “23:00, 804-1, The Hill, Hannam-dong, Yongsan-gu. Kim Jiho.” In hastily written script, she takes note of the details, not once interrupting the man on the line.

“Who is this? Where is your intel from?” she finally asks, after she hears mere breathing sounds. “Hello?”

“The victory song is undefeated.” he says, and with a finality that sent shivers down her spine, the line dies.

“Wha—“ she exhales, overwhelmed with the situation. It wasn’t unheard of for random tips to come in the station, that much was true. But a tip at this time? And with that much detail? She was wary enough that there wasn’t any crime traffic recently but this is proving to be the suspicious exception.

Shaking off her doubts, she dials the home number of Inspector Park, the head of the patrol and public safety unit. She knows he’ll definitely give her an earful for calling at such a late hour—and to his house no less, but if what the man said was true, and if her gut was right, someone was after the daughter of the Minister of National Defense.

At the sixth ring, he picks up and greets her with a litany of questions. “Who is this? Do you have any idea what time it is? Whoever you are, you better have a damn good reason for waking me up!” he rattles off, temper flaring.

“This is Lee Yuna, sir.” she says, surprised at how stable her voice was. “Assistant Inspec—“

“Ah, the personal assistant.” his tongue clicks, and even if she didn’t see, she knew he was shaking his head. “What is it? Here to ask help again in records-keeping?”

But now wasn’t the time to do that.

“No, sir.” she starts, fisting her hand. “There’s been an emergency call to the patrol and public service hotline. A tip was given about a kidnapping at The Hill—“

“Let me stop you right there.” he expels a deep breath, clearly uninterested with her report. “You do know what the Hill is, right? Or do you not even know where it is?”

“It’s in Yongsan-gu. Where the Ministry of National Defense is.” she says, foregoing the other details and taking the opportunity to transition to the most important part. “Sir, you see, this could actually mean that—“

“This means that there is no kidnapping. I mean, if you’re trying to pull a joke, it’s a terrible one. Hell, there’s hardly any crime in that area!” he gives a dry laugh. “That’s The Hill, it’s an executive residential area, guarded and all that. As you said, National Defense is there and so are diplomats and expats. No one in their right mind would attempt a kidnapping, let alone a break-and-entry.”

“But the caller gave a name, possibly that of the victim. We should send a team, I have the address. I could lead the—“ again, he cuts her off. At this point, a vein was threatening to pop at how unprofessional he was being, but she’d rather not break out into an argument with her direct senior—especially when he was clearly already annoyed at her.

“So this is why you really called, huh?” he chuckles. “Look, no one knows how you got in, or what strings you pulled to pass the Academy, but at the rate you’re going, you’ll never lead a team—much less my team.” the certainty in his voice washed over her, causing her to remain silent at his blatant jibe. “So go back to whatever you’re doing and don’t even attempt to call me or anyone from the agency to waste their time with your tall tales.” the other line clicks, ending their phone call.

Exasperated, she puts down the receiver with a little too much force than was necessary. “Fine, I’ll do it myself.” she mutters, putting on her coat, muffler and grabbing her car keys.

30 minutes. She’ll have to pray that she makes it. After all, she doesn’t have much time.

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804-1, The Hill, Hannam-dong, Yongsan-gu. The Kim Residence. 23:00 hrs.

The gate to the subdivision alone rendered her speechless. Pure brass balusters and a towering guardhouse greeted her, complete with intimidating security personnel who wasted no time in asking for her identification.

“Assistant Inspector Lee, from the SMPA. We received a tip about criminal activity taking place in the vicinity of this subdivision,” she starts, not giving any specific details. “This won’t take long.” she adds, as a last ditch effort to convince them that she means business.

“Alright,” one of the guards lets her through. As she rolled up her window, she catches a muffled dialogue between the two. “Isn’t she a little too young to be an Inspector? And criminal activity? Talk about absurd.”

Scoffing, she speeds up to the address the caller gave and in a few minutes, pulled up in the driveway of the Kim Residence. But she was too late. There, standing by the facade of the house, was the Minister himself, with blood on his hands and a shell-shocked expression.

“My daughter…” she hears him mutter. From within the house, she hears distant voices screaming for someone to call the police. “Dial the police! Or call the National Defense for all I care! Someone do something!” the voice got louder as she linked it with a face—Kim Jisook, the Minister’s wife. As if seeing the police lights atop her car, both husband and wife felt their knees give way.

She makes haste to catch the both of them before they fall, and as she does, she gets her shirt stained with blood, and scrapes her elbow with the force of their weight. Not minding the sting of the wind blowing by her scraped skin, she pulls out her walkie-talkie, and radios the police patrolling Seoul that night.

“This is Assistant Inspector Lee Yuna, does anyone copy?” she starts, practically shouting. For some reason, she felt an adrenaline rush at the development of events. “Repeat, this is Assistant Inspector Lee Yuna, does anyone copy?”

After a few beats, a voice breaks through the white noise. “This is Inspector Minho, copy. What’s your 10-13?”

“I’ve got a two zero seven.” she says, forgetting that she hadn’t even scouted the area for verification that a kidnapping actually took place. “10-8 at 804-1, The Hill, Hannam-dong, Yongsan-gu. Send a medic for shock treatment.” she rattles off, surprised at herself for actually being able to focus and act given the situation.

Then again, this was her job. Her first fieldwork—albeit unwarranted and unapproved.

“Copy that, 10-4. I’ll run code. ETA twenty minutes.” he affirms his direct response before ending the dispatch call.

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804-1, The Hill, Hannam-dong, Yongsan-gu. The Kim Residence. 23:20 hrs.

After twenty minutes, two police cars pull up the driveway. One belonged to Inspector Minho, the other was the patrol for back-up. He closes the gap between them in five, quick strides, hands in his coat’s pockets.

“What happened?” he asks, ready for a briefing.

“There’s nothing definitive yet…” she trails off, mentally berating herself for not even scouting the interior to study the scene. “But I’ve spoken to the family.”

“You mean you’ve spoken to the Minister of National Defense.” he supplies, his breath fogging up in front of him. “What did he say?”

“The family heard screaming coming from the garage, and when he came down to check,” hesitant, she clears her throat as a stalling method. “He found her daughter bruised and bloodied, unconscious. According to him, she was forced to inhale ether, and her hands were tied.”

“Attempted kidnapping?” he asks, stealing a glance at the mansion’s façade.

“High chance for it.” she answers, clearing her throat again. “Listen, Inspector, I received a tip in the agency around an hour ago—saying something about a kidnapping taking place at this time, at this exact address.”

He raises his eyebrows, evidently taken aback at this new piece of information. “And?” he asks, expectant.

“And I think this is a set-up.” she declares, sure of something for the first time that night. “Whoever is behind this, wanted us to come, thinking it was a kidnapping when it was an assault and break-and-entry.”

“What are you getting at, Lee?”

“There’s a reason why Ms. Jiho was assaulted and not kidnapped. They’re telling us something.” she says, handing out her notepad which contained the details of the emergency call a while back.

“승전가?” he reads, confusion etched all over his face. “What is this supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know… yet.” fuelled with conviction, she fists her hands at her sides, no longer feeling that sensation of helplessness or uselessness back in the agency when she was working on records-keeping. “But I’ll find out.”

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51-7, Gocheog il-dong, Guro-gu, Seoul. Assistant Inspector Lee Yuna’s Residence. 02:00 hrs.

Finally back at her apartment after filing the case and sending off the Minister’s family with words of certainty about exhausting their whole force on the job, she slumps on the sofa, feeling her body become dead weight.

“God…” she sighs, fatigued. “That was a long night.”

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Got my boss arrested for possessing child porn also resulted in CEO arrested for embezzlement.

I apologize for the long-windedness of this story. I'm not a writer, so I am just writing from memory and it got a bit longer than I had originally anticipated.

Almost 2 decades ago, I worked in the magazine publishing industry as an advertising and marketing manager. What this meant is that I sold advertising spaces in our line of various publications. You know those fancy clothing ads or product ads in between articles? Yeah those. And when you're good at it, you can make embarrassingly large stacks of cash. I was about 20 years old, making a very healthy $150K/year. So I thought I nailed a dream job.

My director, on the surface, seemed like the most awesome boss. He was charismatic, he knew how to lead. He was a retired Marine and was incredibly good at motivating his subordinates. He was friends with the actual Wolf of Wall Street, Jordan Belfort, and had him come in to our company to teach us how to close sales. And yes, I know how to "sell you this pen."

My director, we'll call him D, was in actuality one of the shadiest people I've ever met and his over confidence in his skills led to not only his downfall but also led to a huge scandal in the company resulting in multiple investigations including his arrest and the CEO's arrest on different charges.

I won't get into the backstory of how I started there or how I rose up the ranks under D. All you need to know is that he took me under his wing to train me as his protégé. D was known in the company to create advertising initiatives that would be insanely profitable. He would then move one of his subordinates into managerial role on that project so he would move on to the next initiative. What most people didn't realize was that his initiatives were only sustainable for maybe 2 to 3 years before they would start losing money. But because D was such a prominent figure in the company, the manager who took over the project would take the blame for it, citing "lack of proper management skills." So D was largely untouchable and never took the blame.

D put me in charge of one of those initiatives. But instead of losing money, I was able to sustain it for more than 7 years. This gave me a staff of 200 additional sales reps to oversee. I was also the supervisor, the graphic designer, IT, HR, and I had my own accounts to manage as well so I was working from 6am to 11pm 6 days a week. Not including my commute of 1 hour each direction in Los Angeles traffic. I knew I was working myself into an early grave.

One of the things I always thought was weird about how D managed his subordinates was that he required everyone to provide him with their PC login and password. Keep in mind this was the early 2000's and our IT was barely able to build a corporate network so this was our best way to monitor what people did on their PC's (or so I was told).

It turns out, after hours, D would log on to their PC's and would not just go through their company emails (it was against company policy to use Outlook for any non-company related communication. And this was audited by D weekly). He would also look through people's browsing history. He would set everyone's browsers to automatically save any passwords entered, so he'd read their browser emails (Yahoo, Gmail, etc.). His justification was that he was looking for any evidence of corporate espionage or violations of proprietary information.

One of the most irritating was that he required everyone to save their company Outlook .PST files (where emails are stored) to his network drive. This allowed him to monitor people's company emails from his own computer.

So when our team got so big, we had to hire our own accounting team. Because they fell under D's jurisdiction, he had access to their PST files as well (but our accounting team didn't know this). This allowed him to monitor a lot of financial communication between our parent company, and also predict where budgetary changes were being made.

D would use this to maximize how he strategized his next project initiatives. He clandestinely knew where the money was going to be before anyone else so he had time to come up with plans on how to get a bigger chunk of that cash. On the outside, his ability to do this seemed almost preternatural. But all he was doing was just reading confidential emails without anyone knowing. All accounting information was kept confidential just within the finance team, so they didn't know D was readily accessing this information. Like I said, our IT team was barely conscious.

D decided he wanted to take a 2 week vacation and left me in charge of monitoring duties. He showed me where the PST files were. Internally, I was utterly aghast at how much he was looking at our personal communications. But, I was young, naïve, and making a salary that most 20-somethings could only dream of so I thought this was normal corporate operations.

During D's vacation, one of our reps dropped a cigarette down a plastic drain pipe outside the office. Turns out he'd been doing that for weeks and the back up of cigarette butts eventually caught fire and it set off the smoke alarm in the building. We were forced to evacuate and close up shop for the day. Because I could work remotely, I copied all the PST's to my laptop and headed home. That's when I discovered something that will haunt me for the rest of my life.

In my haste to copy the PST files, I inadvertently copied D's to my computer as well. Out of morbid curiosity, I figured what the hell, why not? So I started looking through his emails. At first, I found emails to another director, where he was disclosing how he was able to 'go where the money is.' Turns out, another director in another branch was also doing the same thing and they were joking about how they were able to make so much money and set up the manager they left behind to fail. They talked about how they would share this financial information with advertisers, other publishing firms, etc. to put themselves in strategically advantageous positions for prime accounts. In a nutshell, what they were doing was sharing corporate information without tacit approval from the legal team. I saw junior associates get taken to court over this.

I also saw emails from several female colleagues who were mysteriously "removed" from the company. Turns out, D had 9 sexual harassment claims against him from these female colleagues. But because he was so profitable to the company, the CEO turned a blind eye, settled them out of court and then moved D to a different team to avoid any negative perceptions. Many of these emails between D and these female colleagues was very explicit, and it was very clear his advances were unwanted. Lots of dick pics, lots of pics of D and his wife engaged in sexual activities hoping the female colleague would want to join in, etc.

D also had a folder called "New Accounts". By this point, my image of D was shattered. The guy I thought was a great mentor was just a sleazebag. So I looked into that folder, and found a massive collection of some of the most explicit child porn. My mind will be forever haunted by the filth that I found there. Even just thinking about it now makes me want to cry for the lost innocence of those poor children. So I wanted to sink this guy.

My thought process was this: If I straight up reported the CP, it would be obvious where the reporting came from since I was the only one who had access to his PST file. I didn't want to have a vindictive angry Marine breathing down my neck. So instead, I reported the accounting irregularities through our anonymous company hotline. This would trigger an immediate investigation which includes a thorough audit of a person's computer. Even though D had his laptop with him on his vacation, his desktop computer was still very much online at the office.

Accounting and legal took the investigation insanely seriously. Things moved so fast that I got a call from D the next day with a request. "I need you to write up two notes. One note says 'This is my two week notice.' and the second note says 'I tender my resignation effective immediately.' If the CEO asks about me, hand him which ever note you think is best."

He wanted to resign and collect a severance before the investigation concluded, knowing that the company would have to call the police when they found his CP stash. If he resigned before the investigation finished, chances are the company would just sweep it under the rug since the "problem is now gone." I never handed the note to the CEO. And the police were called. D was arrested. His wife was also arrested. His daughter, which turns out, was one of the kids in the stash, was taken in by another family member who completely cut themselves off from D.

An added bonus to this was that the subsequent accounting investigation led to a discovery. Turns out the CEO filed bankruptcy for one of the magazines to secure additional $15 million in funding. But instead of applying that money to the failing magazine, he pocketed $12 million of it and spent it on lavish homes in other countries. This led to the CEO also being arrested as well.

I left the company shortly after, realizing that the entire place was a toxic shithole of backstabbing and the kind of behavior that went on was actually the norm at this place.

Last I heard, D was still in jail, the CEO was penniless, and the entire company was sold off to another parent company because it had gotten so toxic to be associated with it.

TLDR: Boss did some shady accounting stuff and I discovered he had CP on his computer. Accounting stuff was reported and police got involved to arrest my boss. Further accounting anomalies led to discovering CEO was also doing shady stuff with money and he was arrested as well.

Addendum: Hey all, I've been reading some of the comments and thought I would add some additional insight and thoughts behind my post.

Yes this story is factual. While the identities of the company and those involved will remain private, for those who have worked in high pressure sales environments will know that people like D are not a rarity. It's the nature of the type of people that get hired for those kinds of roles. If you've ever seen the Wolf of Wall St, you'll know the kind of people that were hired at this publishing firm.

Yes I was making that much in my 20's. I had been in magazine publishing since my mid teens. In the 90s I started my own print publication in the whole import automotive racing scene. It started small, but did gain some notoriety in street racing circles and help caught the attention of some very worthy advertisers. Being bilingual in Japanese and English, this allowed me to expand my magazine's advertising reach overseas to Japan where the street racing scene was in full swing. I learned very early on how to do advertising, marketing, sales, and publishing. However, once that scene started dying down the magazine lost its appeal so I took a lot of my advertising accounts with me to the publishing firm where the above story took place. Many advertisers are loyal to the sales rep and not the client.

The event of the story took place around 2008. While I had a team of 200 sales reps under me, most of their PST files were relatively small since most of their work was via phone sales. This company was incredibly old fashioned with tech. Like I said, I was the graphic designer. I knew how to use Photoshop, InDesign, etc. from my old magazine but I would never actually consider myself to be a professional graphic designer by trade as it was all self taught and very limited. I just knew how to make things "camera ready" (this means high enough resolution for print...300 dpi). Because I did a lot of graphic design work, I was given a pretty high end laptop for the period. The hard drive alone was 640GB (it was two 320GB drives in RAID0 array).

Evacuation of the office. Perhaps this was strongly assumed to be an immediate emergency evacuation. We sent everyone home while management assessed what the cause was with the fire department. That is what I meant by closing up shop. So it did give me ample time to copy over the PSTs knowing that I'd be working from home later that afternoon.

To whose who say they would happily work those hours for that kind of pay. I used to think the same thing, which is why I took the job. My base pay was $60K plus commission. And I made a lot of commission and I never missed a sales goal. I also made commission of my teams. Those 200 people were divided up into various sub-teams for each magazine we published. I earned commissions of their total sales as well on top of a monthly sales commission bonus for goals reached. Keep in mind this was just before the housing crash in 2008. People were spending money like it would never end. And our company raked it in. But here's the rub...I was so perpetually stressed. My girlfriend at the time, she was a sales rep on a different team, would cry in the car on our way in to work every day. I worked 6 days a week. I would be so stressed that my Saturday nights were spent in isolation on my computer playing video games. I wouldn't sleep until the sun came up on Sunday, then I would sleep all through Sunday until Monday morning. I was subsisting on 4 to 5 hours of sleep per day during the week. It took an incredible toll on my body. Many of my reps were coke addicts and we turned a blind eye to it because it helped them dial faster and sell more. Some of the managers would staff sales reps from temp agencies asking for people specifically who came out of rehab, knowing they'd relapse at this place where we'd either fire them for performance issues and not pay the staffing agency their hiring fees or they'd be so coked out they'd make a killing in sales.

To my shame, I never reported the CP. I had this image of corporate lawyers coming after me and fighting this never ending legal battle of trying to maintain my innocence. I was young, naive, and didn't know what options I had. That is why I went with the accounting route through the anonymous company hotline. I knew they would do a scan of D's computer and audit his emails which is why I moved his CP folder into a more prominent place for it to be found. Like many corporations, they are more concerned with maintaining a public image and this is something they wouldn't want getting out if it was reported to law enforcement agencies by an employee. I knew once they found that folder, they would be compelled to contact authorities anyway, so it removed the onus from me and removed me from the equation. Plus, after learning about D's darker side, I didn't want him or someone sent by him coming after me for ruining his cushy job. I went with the route I felt would involve me the least and protect my own self the most. I wish I could have reported it to the authorities. Now that I'm much older, looking back, I don't know what things I would have done differently. But now that I'm married and I have a stepson, I think about if I found his photo in there, I can definitely imagine me waiting for him to return so I could exact revenge personally. But that is a bunch of "what if's" and life tends to go very differently.

Our company IT. My office was a satellite office in downtown Los Angeles 45 miles away from our main HQ where the IT team was. It was set up specifically for my team of 200. To give you an idea how inept our IT team was, our IT project manager was tasked with hiring a consultant who would scope out and build us a custom sales/phone software that would link with our database of advertising accounts and other businesses in our database. We had one of the largest databases of businesses in this industry where competitors would offer us very large sums of money just for a portion of this database. Our IT team spent close to $1.6 million on this consultant, and in the end what we were told was a custom program was actually just a turn-key software...for inbound call centers. We were an outbound sales team. What this means is that we were given a program that wasn't custom built for us, had problems using our database, and was designed for call centers that received phone calls (eg - cell phone or cable company call centers). We were an outbound center. We weren't just a call center as many of our reps also traveled nationally to visit advertisers, so an inbound software was absolutely junk to us. Because of our IT's ineptitude, I had to learn a lot of IT basics myself. As far as browsers, most of our staff was using Firefox since it used to be fairly lightweight and quick.

Like many of the stories in this thread, I understand the skepticism. Some of the stories sound so over the top and sound like a fabrication. One thing I've learned from being able to experience quite a lot in life from early on is that there really are shitty people out there like D. The reason for the throw away account is because my main reddit account is used for work in my current industry and I, unfortunately, deal with the public in my job and I don't want this associated with my actual identity.

So why post this at all? I don't care about internet points or accolades, but I do appreciate the comments of support. In a way it's been a bit cathartic for me to share this publicly. I've told the story to coworkers before, and I've felt I never really had any closure with it. This doesn't give me any closure either, but being able to share it on a forum designed for stories like this does help with that burden just a bit. I hope D's daughter grows up to be as normal as can be expected from a situation like that. I still keep in contact with a few of my old sales reps. While I now live quite far away from Los Angeles, I do like to hear back from them to see they're doing ok in life.

Addendum 2:

After I posted this story, I reached out to a few of my former colleagues who I worked with during this time just to see if there were any additional bits of information I might be able to learn. Even with the few friends and colleagues I do keep in contact with, many of them left before this story happened and many were moved to other teams before the following hammer dropped.

One thing I found out tonight from a former colleague was what the aftermath was. After the CEO was removed, the parent corporation was deciding what to do with my branch. Because the embezzled money came from one of the magazines my team was on, during the legal hearings the entire office was shuttered. And it was done in a really shitty way.

Every employee at that branch received a FedEx letter on a Saturday stating their employment with the company was terminated. Again...on a Saturday. This was done to avoid having to do it face to face while everyone was at the office. Because this was a surprise, many of them immediately drove down to the office to retrieve their personal belongings only to find hired security guards who were instructed to not let anyone in. The now-ex-employees were understandably upset. Part of the reason was because of the amount of embezzled money, the legal teams needed to make sure employees weren't removing any potential evidence. But what this meant was that they weren't able to retrieve their personal belongings, and some even had their cell phones, valuables, and other items they wanted to retrieve inside the office. Apparently the office was locked for nearly a year before the staff was able to get court-assisted permission just to retrieve their personal items.

Since then, the building we worked in has been leveled and is now an area being gentrified and has totally turned into a modern, hipster apartment complex. When the toxic magazines/assets were sold off to a new publishing firm, luckily many of the employees were able to be rehired by the new publishing firm and are still working there. Fortunately, the new publishing firm is quite the opposite of the one we worked for.

(source) (story by FalconerXV)

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seraphic-sapphic-safehaven · 5 years

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TW/CW Suicide

So today I found out that my online friend Danny who I was friends with for 8 years killed himself last August. He just... posted a suicide note on Facebook, went behind his apartment, put on his music which he loved dearly and was constantly listening to, and ended it.... And I just can't handle it. I can't actually believe he did it.

For years, I had talked him down from suicide. For years, we talked for hours and hours about our thoughts and feelings, what was going wrong with us, etc. For years, I was the one he cried to. For years, he was the one I cried to. And then we drifted apart over what I feel is a such a fucking trivial reason now; I am kicking myself over it.

I miss him so much, and I'll never get him back.. I'll never be able to say sorry. I'll never be able to tell him I love him and hear it back. And that absolutely kills me. It kills me to know I'll never hear his voice again, never hear his silly jokes again, never get to talk to him on the phone for 10+ hrs again, never get to send him presents again... I don't even know what to do with myself. I feel so empty and so guilty because I know.. I know that if we didn't stop talking, he'd still be here.

I know a lot of you have online friends from Tumblr and wherever else, so please listen to this. Y'all, please check on your friends, online and IRL ones. Even if you don't talk anymore. Even if you parted on bad terms (within reason... don't talk to people who truly screwed you over). Check on your fucking friends. Make sure they're okay. Just check in on them every once in awhile. You never know what someone's going through, and you never know how much just one message could change their life. So please... check on your friends.

And if you or one of your friends are having suicidal thoughts or just aren't doing great, please consider calling the suicide hotline. Your life is worth it. You are worth it, and people love you and care about you. Please don't take yourself out of this world. You have no idea what kind impact you'll have on others if you do. My friend Danny thought that no one cared about him, that no one loved him, but god... his killing himself shattered so many people's hearts and lives. So I promise, someone cares. If no one else, I care. Please don't do it. Please seek help. You don't have to be alone in this. You can get through this. You will be okay. And remember, I am always here for anyone who needs someone. I love you all so much; don't forget that 💕

R.I.P. Danny. I love you and miss you so fucking much 💛

#not positivity #long post #tw suicide #cw suicide #suicide tw #suicide cw #suicide mention #ok to rb

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hafsah-reads · 5 years

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Suicide - The Truth

WARNING: Extreme Triggers for abuse, suicide, mental health, bullying, depression, bulimia, drug abuse etc.

*****

"Stop! Please!" The teenager yelled as he collided with the wall.

They continued.

She didn't want to hurt him, and she yearned for a change, for things to be different, but this was necessary. If it wasn't him, it would be someone else. So she, along with her classmates kicked and kicked and punched and punched until he had stopped moving. Until the soft blue and purple hue coated his skin and a thick crimson fluid ran from his nose, a steady stream.

Satisfied, she grinned, a malicious sneer, turned on her heel and strolled out the alleyway. The adrenaline coursed through her frame and oozed from her pores. But of course, the pain was still there. It was always there. The throbbing usually stops during the abuse, but never after, and never before. She felt it was unfair, that people could be happy, and content, when she was so clearly broken. Unfixable. Damaged. And so she released her pain on the world, and her anger on the residents. On the people who dared to feel joy, who had the privilege of feeling at all, when she was so numb. So void from emotion.

She reached her house, and walked inside, quietly locking the door behind her. From the kitchen, she heard the screams of her mother, the groans of pain, the continous pleads to stop. And the drunken yells of her father, as he released his wrath on the women he promised to love and cherish, till death do them part.

"Empty promises, this world seems to be full of them." She thought.

She winced in anguish, as her mother's broken sobs echoed through the walls and danced in the air, taunting her. She ran upstairs, and locked the bathroom door. The strong urge had taken hold once again, took control of every inch of her body, and reigned dominance as she knelt in front of the toilet and shoved her fingers down her throat. Tears streamed down her face as she vomited her sorrows away. And as she finished she immediately lunged for the scale, then second part of the ritual. To see if she had succeeded, to see if the number deemed her skinny enough.

She didn't dare look up at the mirror, for she knew what her reflection would show. A girl who wasn't thin enough, a girl who didn't deserve happiness, a girl who allowed her mother to get beaten every night, just so she would stay out of harm's way. No she didn't dare look at her empty eyes and pale skin. Her tear-streaked face and quivering lips.

She stood on the scale and awaited her destiny. And as the number on the scale appeared her heart dropped, and her throat seized and the tears stopped. "Not enough," she repeated. Not enough. Her expression turned stoic as that familiar wave of numbness overcame her trembling frame. She walked towards the bathtub, filled it to the brim and reached for her razor. She got into the tub, clothes still on, slit her wrists and died the same way she had lived her short 16 years; alone.

Below, the scream's stopped.

******

On the other side of town, the boy tumbled into his room. He struggled towards the mirror and regarded the patches of blues and blacks and purple. He acknowledged the streaks of red smeared across his skin; skin that was paler than it should ever be. He stared at the mud stuck in his hair and under his fingernails. And sobbed.

Below, his family sat together on the leather couch, and laughed at each others silly jokes and empty words. His heart lurched as he heard their thorough laughter. They were having fun, they could be happy... without him. They could survive and enjoy their lives without him. This was comfort enough.

He grabbed the bottle of pills, crushed each one on his desktop, and swallowed. He lay on his bed, closed his eyes, and never opened them again.

The is the reality of our world, reality for millions of children and teenagers across this globe. Suicide rates are higher now than they have ever been, in the whole of history. Think about that for a second.

If you are a individual with depression, with suicidal thoughts, just know you are not alone. The sun always rises to chase the darkness away, it is inevitable. And although it may not seem like it now, your sun will shine to. And when it does, it will be beautiful. So don't give up hope.

To learn more about suicide prevention please check out the following resources:

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline - https://suicidepreventionlifeline.org/

Call: 1-800-273-8255

Text: 741-741

List of International Suicide Prevention Hotlines - http://ibpf.org/resource/list-international-suicide-hotlines

If you are a child suffering abuse -

USA & English speaking countries:

https://www.childhelp.org

https://www.helpguide.org/articles/abuse/child-abuse-and-neglect.htm

For those suffering from Domestic Abuse:

24 hour National UK Domestic Violence Helpline - 0808 2000 247

ChildLine the UK’s free, 24-hour confidential helpline for children and young people who need to talk - 0800 1111

National Centre for Domestic Violence - 0844 8044 999 (or Freephone 0800 970 2070)

The ManKind Initiative - 01823 334244 (weekdays 10am-4pm & 7pm-9pm)

Scottish Women's Aid - 0800 027 1234 (24 hrs)

All Wales Domestic Abuse and Sexual Violence Helpline - 0808 80 10 800 (24 hours a day)

Women's Aid Federation Northern Ireland 24 hr Domestic & Sexual Violence Helpline - 0808 802 1414 (Free from all landlines and mobiles)

Stay strong, and I hope these numbers can help save someones life.

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fire-llily · 2 years

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[for context all of our prices went up by $2 at the beginning of the month, i know, I PUT UP THE NEW MENUS MYSELF]

so yesterday

**guy orders an expensive sandwich with double meat and all the add-ons that cost extra

**while making it i comment on how expensive the sandwich is as a joke

** guy says ""i CaN AfFoRd It" and tries to sound better than me by talking about his new expensive car and phone and tells me exactly how much he gets paid, and says i should get a better job so i too can have those things

** got to the register,, told him his total

him (with $200 that i can count in cash in his hand): THATS NOT RIGHT, IVE NEVER PAID THAT MUCH FOR SUBWAY

me: they raised the prices a LOT a few weeks ago, you also got $6 worth of extra meat, cheese, bacon, and avacado,, sorry but thats the price

him: no its not

me: (turns the entire screen around so he can see i didnt add anything extra) did you get double meat, double cheese, triple bacon, and double avocado????

him: yes

me: thats the price right there (points at it)

him: thats some bullshit

me: if you dont want it i can just throw it away

[i actually woulda kept it for myself cus it looked good, and i coulda had it for free, BUT HE DOSNT KNOW THAT]

managerlady (who was supposed to be leaving, already clocked out): let me see what i can do about the price

**gives him the fuckin discount

why???

he could CLEARLY afford it if he got the newest iphone, the newest car, tried to pay with an apple watch despite the $200 cash in his hand, and told me he gets more than $25/hr at his job

why is he fake flexing to a subway worker if he couldnt afford his $25 sandwich that i TOLD him would be expensive BEFORE he insisted on all these extras because he PICKED THE MOST EXPENSIVE ITEM ON THE MENU

why are we giving him a bitch baby discount because he threw a bitch baby fit even though the day before managerlady LITERALLY SAID

IM DOING WHAT YOU SAID DO

this perfect rube comes in , buys all this shit, and you wanna take a huge chunk off his price because he wanted to be a baby YOU COULD SEE MORE THAN THE PRICE IN CASH IN HIS HAND

HE COULD PAY FOR IT

he was literally ABOUT to pay for it

i am going to lose my fucking mind

so it ended like this

but we woulda been CLOSER to that goal if she wasnt randomly giving discounts to random people

(she does this a lot actually,, just arbitrarily giving discounts,, and THEN when those customers come back they get mad that the rest of us dont have the authority in the computer to give those discounts too, so they call her and complain (managers phone number is always hanging in the store as the complaint hotline), so she offers to give them a discount next time...)

DO YOU WANT SALES TO GO UP OR DO YOU WANT MORE GROWN ASS ADULTS THROWING BITCH BABY FITS BECAUSE THEY DONT WANNA PAY THE PRICE OF THE THING THEY LITERALLY ORDERED WITH THEIR OWN MOUTHS

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sammycalamity · 7 years

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LOVE not at first sight

This story is based on the true life events that started the beautiful relationship I have with my husband today. Some may find it boring but I still felt compelled to share it. Hope you enjoy.

There I sit with my friends Ash and Sarah. The hookah bar is dim and full of smoke, smelling sweet from all the different flavored hookahs. As we sit in the sunken in couches we notice a group of guys gawking at us. My first thought was ‘what creeps’ and that seemed to stay the theme through out the night. My friend Ash found one of the guys cute, he was wearing a beanie and had tattoos all over his arms. That same guy whom I now know as Cooney leaned over his couch where he was sitting with his four or five friends and began to strike up conversation with us. I don’t remember what all was said but eventually him and all his friends decided to come over and join us. Little did I know one of those friends would end up being my husband 2 years later, he introduced himself as Nando. Now this was not the fairy tale meeting I had in my head it would be like when I met my husband, there was no love at first sight and he wasn’t this handsome gentleman I had in mind. In fact he was trying to hit on my friend Ash before he even noticed me which to be fair, she is beautiful and had shown them a rather impressive video so this wasn’t surprising… but his manner was totally creepy as he hovered over her sitting on the couch he talked loudly and had a bit of a slur so I knew he had been drinking. He was a very large man, but not large as in fat, he was muscular and tall with broad shoulders and brown skin and short black hair, I thought he might be Samoan at first sight (I later found out he was Mexican). I liked his large build but not his demeanor, he came off as a total douche bag, especially since he only moved on to me because he realized Ash had the eyes for Cooney and not him. I wasn’t anybodies second choice, especially this creeps, I was by no means desperate. As the night went on we (my friends and I) decided we wanted to grab a bite to eat at Sharis a 24 hr diner that wasn’t too far from the hookah bar. As we walked to our car on that cold rainy Washington night, the guys followed and asked to come along. Fernando made the remark that I could ride with him and maybe we could hang out at the barracks, as we stood in the creepy parking lot beneath the street lights, my response was “Pf, I don’t want to get pulled into your rape van” thinking that would give him the hint that I was not interested but nope that didn’t detour him from trying to sit next to me in Sarahs car(they ended up riding with us). On the car ride Nando had an open bottle of beer he had opened in the parking lot which made Sarah and I uneasy since open containers in cars were illegal his response to our concerns was “Relax it’s no big deal” further making my case that he was a douche bag. When we arrived at Sharis I made sure to sit in a chair and not in the large rounded booth so Fernando wouldn’t sit next to me. As I sat there with my friends and these guys we just met and watched one of them(I now know him as James) devour a steak, sauce all over his face and all and listened to another(I now know him as Potter) complain about the service or something like that; I kind of wished the guys had stayed behind at the hookah bar. Whenever my friends and I go to Sharis I always take the silverware and try to create a sculpture, so I just zoned out and began doing that as everybody chatted around me. When I looked up I noticed Fernando was trying to do the same thing from across the table and not very well with his very large hands (I’ve always loved his hands), so I chuckled a little at his attempts and he began to strike up conversation with me. This time he seemed more genuine about it, like he wasn’t just trying to ‘get at me’ but was trying to get to know me. Though I was not impressed by his less than artistic silverware sculpture I was impressed by his persistence and was pleasantly surprised by our conversations on the meaning of life once he sobered up. So at the end of the night when he asked me for my phone number instead of the rejection hotline I decided to give him my real phone number. The very next day I got a text saying “hey, what’s up?” from a random number I asked who it was because I wasn’t sure and they said “it’s Nando”. I was in the bathroom at my friend Sarahs house getting ready with her and I asked her “Was that guy from last nights name Nando?” We both laughed at the realization I had spent the whole night trying to avoid this guy and I didn’t even know his name.

Nando and I texted on and off for a while and honestly only went on our first date because Ash and Cooney wanted to double date. You’d think that maybe our first date went better than our first meeting, but no just like our first meeting our first date was not like I thought the first date with the love of my life would go. They invited us to go see a movie at this theater out in who knows where! So we agreed to meet them in front of a college we were all familiar with, and follow them from there only they are late! Ash and I (I think more so me) were really irritated that they were late to our first dates. I suggested we just go back home if they didn’t care enough to show up on time. When they finally showed up we noticed they had another buddy with them. Honestly! The gull of these guys bringing a friend on our so called date! Heaven knows why but we begin to follow these guys on the freeway to a movie that we will probably be late for and it starts pouring down rain! Meanwhile their buddy, the driver, is driving like a bat out of hell. I text Nando and tell him to slow down to no avail. I later found out he read that text and said nothing to his buddy. As, Ash and I try and keep up with him speeding and swerving in and out of lanes. We can barely see the road the rain is coming down so hard and some how Ash manages to drive off the road nearly hitting the center divider. We scream as she makes a swift turn back into the lane. By the time we got to the theater I was furious! My husband later told me I looked pissed and my hair was super frizzy as I got out of the car. I wonder why that was. I barely utter a word as we go into the theater thinking my first instincts about this guy must have been right. Cooney went up to the booth and paid for Ashlynn and himself. Fernando went ahead and did the same for me but I later found out that was only because Cooney paid for Ash. What a keeper right?! I leaned away from Nando and was real short with him whenever he tried to talk to me in the theater. All I could think is “Who does this guy think he is, treating me like this and expecting me to make conversation”. After the movie Nando mentioned wanting to go see his friend because it was his birthday, i saw this as him trying to blow me off again. I think he noticed that I was irritated by his remark and I could see him trying to make an effort, by making jokes and holding doors for me. I figured maybe it was a misunderstanding, maybe he wasn’t so awful. So we decided to go to the hookah bar after, Fernando was trying to make conversation with me as our friends got super cozy on the couch next to us. Truthfully I wasn’t very interested in making an effort at this point so I didn’t talk much. It also didn’t help that I was getting woozy from the hookah. I pretty much laid back on the couch only responding to Nando because I didn’t want to be rude seeing as they paid for the movies and the hookah. At the end of the night I didn’t think it was much of a date and didn’t know if I’d even speak to Nando again. He held the door as we all walked out and back to our cars. As Ash and I approached our car we noticed a giant puddle had formed underneath it. At that moment Fernando said something completely unexpected and that probably saved the entire night and is the only reason I gave him another chance. He said “would you like me to carry you?” And with that one sentence he saved my shoes and our future relationship. He went from douche to sweetheart. Cooney on the other hand looked at Ash and said “I ain’t carrying you” and Ash had to trudge through the water. I felt that moment showed the true colors of both the guys that night. That moment, mixed with his efforts even though I had continued hesitation towards him, showed me the dirt bag was what Fernando showed on the exterior but that he was a genuine and kind hearted person deep down. On our dates that followed Nando, this 6'2" very large built, tall, dark and handsome Mexican man, was nervous as can be around me. I thought it was the cutest thing ever, even though I know he felt like an idiot, it was part of what made me fall in love with him. And so our love story began….

by Samantha Hernandez

#love #love at first sight #short story #writers on tumblr #writer #nonfiction #husband #wife #married #marriage

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ramialkarmi · 6 years

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A look inside Facebook's internal harassment policy — which could change the way companies talk about harassment going forward (FB)

• On Friday, Facebook publicly released its internal anti-harassment policy on its website.

• The post breaks down the tech giant's processes when it comes to investigating harassment claims.

• In a statement, Facebook COO Sheryl Sandberg and VP of people Lori Goler pushed for more transparency surrounding harassment policies in the business world.

On Friday, Facebook publicly released its internal policy on harassment.

In a post authored by COO Sheryl Sandberg and VP of people Lori Goler, the two execs wrote that they were publicizing their policies and processes, "not because we think we have all the answers, but because we believe that the more companies are open about their policies, the more we can all learn from one another."

On its website, Facebook lists tips for making the most of anti-harassment training, information about how the company conducts internal investigations, and examples of workplace harassment like "derogatory or insensitive jokes, pranks, or comments," "slurs or epithets," and "unwelcome sexual advances or invitations."

The policy states, "'I was joking' or 'I didn't mean it that way' are not defenses to allegations of harassment. Nor is being under the influence of alcohol or other substances."

Employees can report incidents via HR, the company's employment law team, or a whistleblower hotline, while managers must report violations and suspected violations "and will be subject to discipline for failing to timely report."

Once a complaint has been filed, investigators from the company's people team reach out to employees via email to schedule meetings. Two members of the team meet with employees called upon over the course of the investigation — one investigator takes notes, and one asks questions. The results of the investigations include termination, education, counseling, warnings, and no action.

"There's no question that it is complicated and challenging to get this right," Sandberg and Goler wrote. "We are by no means perfect, and there will always be bad actors."

Sandberg has previously opened up about being sexually harassed over the course of her career. She described one incident when a man she met at a conference banged on her hotel door demanding to be let in until she called security, Business Insider reported. She added she had never been harassed by anyone she worked for.

In their statement, Sandberg and Goler added that it's crucial for companies to be transparent about their policies going forward: "We don't have everything worked out at Facebook on these issues, but we will never stop striving to make sure we have a safe and respectful working environment for all our people."

You can read Sandberg's Facebook post announcing the policy here:

If you have experienced harassment in the workplace and wish to share your story, email [email protected].

SEE ALSO: Sheryl Sandberg tells of calling hotel security after a man she spurned at a conference turned up at her door

Join the conversation about this story »

NOW WATCH: Legislation is being introduced to close a legal loophole that prevents workplace sexual-harassment stories from going public

#Tech Insider #Arab #Entrepreneurship #sillicon alley insider

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usnewsaggregator-blog · 7 years

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John Besh is spotted out with his wife Jenifer

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John Besh is spotted out with his wife Jenifer

Celebrity chef John Besh has been spotted out for the first time with his wife after he stepped down from his restaurant company amid sexual harassment allegations.

The 49-year-old, who is best known for his appearance on Top Chef, stepped out with his wife Jenifer near their home in Slidell, Mississippi on Tuesday.

The couple, who have been married 26 years, were both wearing their wedding rings as Besh was pictured behind the wheel of their car.

The New Orleans chef stepped down from the restaurant group that bears his name after a newspaper reported that 25 women who are current or former employees of the business said they were victims of sexual harassment by male co-workers and bosses.

Celebrity chef John Besh has been spotted out for the first time with his wife Jenifer after he stepped down from his restaurant company amid sexual harassment allegations

Besh’s departure from the business he co-owns was announced to employees in an email on Monday.

‘John has decided to step down from all aspects of operations and to provide his full focus on his family,’ Shannon White, the woman who is stepping in as CEO, said in an email to staff.

The move comes two days after an eight-month-long investigation by Louisiana newspaper NOLA.com revealed claims of sexual harassment against Besh and allegations that his restaurants did little to discourage male staff from harassing women.

Women interviewed said male bosses in the Besh Restaurant Group touched or verbally harassed them and, in a few cases, tried to leverage positions of authority for sex.

The most shocking claim came from a former employee who said Besh ‘insisted (she) drink heavily’ in 2015 before he approached her in her hotel room, when she was ‘easily overwhelmed’, and performed oral sex on her.

Besh, who has been married to his wife since 1991, acknowledged a sexual relationship with an employee saying in a statement that it was consensual, despite the woman’s assertions in a complaint to the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission that she felt pressured.

The 49-year-old, who is best known for his appearance on Top Chef, stepped out with his wife Jenifer near their home in Slidell, Mississippi on Tuesday

The New Orleans chef (pictured above on Tuesday) stepped down from the restaurant group that bears his name on Monday

The woman alleges that she had a sexual relationship with Besh for months while working under him, and that he had ‘continued to attempt to coerce (her) to submit to his sexual overtures.’

The 2015 alleged incident, which occurred when she was 24, came around the beginning of what she described as a ‘long-term unwelcome sexual relationship’ that ended in May 2016.

Besh denies all claims of sexual harassment and allowing a toxic work environment.

Responding to the allegations on Sunday, Besh characterized his relationship with the woman as a ‘consensual’ one that he had ‘thoughtlessly’ engaged in.

Besh is alleged to have pressured a woman into a relationship, during which he performed oral sex on her while she was blackout drunk. Besh says their relationship was consensual and denies all abuse claims

‘I also regret any harm this may have caused to my second family at the restaurant group, and sincerely apologize to anyone past and present who has worked for me who found my behavior as unacceptable as I do,’ he said.

‘I alone am entirely responsible for my moral failings. This is not the way the head of a company like ours should have acted, let alone a husband and father.’

Besh’s resignation letter does not say what he will do with his ownership stake in the restaurant group, or whether his name will remain in its title.

Besh Restaurant Group owns more than 10 restaurants and bars in the New Orleans area, and Besh himself has made guest appearances on several shows, including Tonight With Seth Meyers and the dramas NCIS: New Orleans and Treme.

An outside expert has now been hired to ‘independently investigate whether any unreported claims exist.’

Replacement CEO Shannon White said that ‘ramped up’ sexual harassment training was now in place, a complaint hotline and counselors were being brought in and the sexual harassment policy was being revised.

White also announced the formation of an employee advisory committee that will ‘reflect the full diversity of our team members.’

‘Our goal is to earn your trust and for you to know that we take all concerns seriously,’ she wrote in an email to the staff.

John Besh (pictured here as a guest judge on Top Chef with Padma Lakshmi) has quit Besh Restaurant Group after claims that he performed oral sex on a drunk woman and presided over a toxic workplace

Besh (seen here in an episode of Tonight With Seth Meyers) left on Monday, a letter to staff said. Complaints by 25 women about Besh or his company had emerged just two days earlier

Others alleged victims said that male staff of Besh Restaurant Group had committed a litany of offensive acts – including groping, threatening assault and asking to drink a pregnant woman’s breast milk – with no, or insufficient, action being taken.

Lindsey Reynolds, who was the company’s social media manager for six months, said Besh ‘hit on basically every woman in the office who was young and pretty.’

She made the second of two EEOC filings against the 12-year-old company.

She complained of ‘vulgar and offensive comments, aggressive un-welcomed touching and sexual advances were condoned and sometimes even encouraged by managers and supervisors’.

Madie Robinson was hired when she was 22

She said she was harassed ‘virtually every day’ and left without recourse because the company didn’t ‘have a decent HR person’. Besh denied the claims.

Another complainant was Madie Robison, who was hired out of college, aged 22, to be a graphic designer at the company.

She said that scheduled work days at a senior employee’s pool turned ‘involved drinking in our swimsuits and the male chefs/Octavio coming to visit us at the pool.’

Robison also said Octavio Mantilla, co-owner of the Besh Restaurant Group, touched her ‘excessively,’ saying ‘first it was your leg and then it was your lower back… In my mind, it always got a little worse.’

Mantilla said the pool sessions were ‘constructive’, although he only attended one and left as soon he was done there, adding: ‘I don’t remember touching [Robison] at all, not on intention or anything.’

In pizza restaurant Domenica, a waitress who did not wish to be named said an unnamed male colleague had harassed her, including showing her photos of his penis, over two years.

She quit in 2015, just before her first child was born; she said the man had asked repeatedly for a sample of her breast milk ‘because he wanted to drink it.’

Another waitress there, Allison Consoli, said the same member of staff would ‘always talk about anal sex with me or using toys on me or me being a ‘backdoor beauty.”

She said she tried, and failed, to report him four times, and on a fifth occasion, management watched as he reduced her to tears.

Some women said men at Besh’s company groped, insulted and harassed them without fear of recrimination. BRG admitted on Saturday that its HR could have done more

Chef Alon Shaya, who co-ran three restaurants in Besh’s group says he told Besh to get a HR system in place so complaints would be dealt with. Besh’s associate says Shaya’s just covering his back. Complaints have been leveled at Shaya’s management too, but he denies them

Chef Alon Shaya, who oversaw the restaurant, said he ‘was being inappropriate to some of the female servers. I recall making the decision to fire him with that manager.’

Shaya was also linked to alleged problems at the restaurant that bears his surname, which he opened in collaboration with Besh.

One line cook, who resigned from Shaya in January, said in her resignation letter: ‘While working as a line cook at Shaya, I heard daily ‘jokes’ about rape, including one joke about pedophilia.’

They ‘would call grapeseed oil ‘rapeseed’ and use that as an opportunity to joke about rape,’ she said.

That cook didn’t want to be named for fear of hurting future job prospects; one of her colleagues there, line cook Elizabeth Campbell, said she also heard such remarks.

She also said she was fired for crying in the restaurant.

Besh denies all claims of harassment made against him. It’s not clear if his name will remain on the company or what he will do with his majority stake in it

Shaya provided NOLA with documentation showing that disciplinary action had been taken against the man who showed photographs of his penis, and said he ‘regretted’ that she had still quit.

He also said that ‘we worked to help [Campbell] with her situation’ but her crying was ‘disrupting the customer experience in the restaurant.’

Shaya, who was chef at Domenica, Pizza Domenica and Shaya, said he had attempted to get a proper HR department set up, and that he was fired from BRG in October ‘for talking … and for standing up’.

‘Alon never requested an HR Department, let alone on multiple occasions,’ Raymond Landry, general counsel for Besh and BRG, said.

Mantilla said that the reasons for his firing were complex, and added: ‘I think [Shaya] saw this article was hurting him, and he wanted to distance himself.’

Issues were reported at restaurants outside of Shaya’s control. Meghan Wright was a server at Franco-German brasserie Lüke; she said her ‘banter’ with two male co-workers spiraled into them ‘grabbing’ her.

When she complained they told her she had better ‘watch her back,’ forcing her to have her boyfriend accompany her to and from work, she claims.

Attempts to transfer out were refused, and promises to put her on a different shift to the men was unfulfilled, she said.

In a statement, Landry said the company had done what was legally required, but would ‘do more’ to support staff.

Landry added that ‘we believe going forward that everyone at our company will be fully aware of the clear procedures that are now in place to safeguard against anyone feeling that his or her concerns will not be heard and addressed free from retaliation.’

A BRG spokesman also stressed that around 60 of the company’s 140 managers are women, and that ’15 women hold senior executive positions as general managers, heads of departments, Chief Operations Officer, or owner/partner.’

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steadytalephantom-blog · 7 years

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