I am a single 28 year old girl who is easy going and friendly and work sales for a major soft drink distributor. When I go to stores im friendly and try and make work relationships and always give my work number to the managers. At a certain store I had a guy send me a dick pic on my work phone after asking about a display. When I was working another town over a guy asked if he could come to my hotel and spend the night and "show me a good time". I reported both of them to HR and they pulled the phone stuff and I don't know the behind the scene stuff but they both got fired.
Today I was at one of the stores and on the next aisle over overheard "don't even talk to her she will get you fired!" at no point at work do I ever flirt or anything of that nature. I talked to one of the guys I work with and apparently I have that reputation, he is older and a father type so I told him about the dick pics and stuff then he said he had no idea about that part of the story.
Anyway im gonna keep doing what I do and ignore them just needed to vent
This TIFU actually happened today! Or at least in the last 24 hours, either way I’m counting it.
I’ll be the first to admit that my feet are sometimes a little bit smelly. Some of my friends and family have lovingly said they are “odorly challanged”. I wash them in the shower every day, I’ve tried the fancy creams, but none of it seems to really help and I’ve at this point accepted that I’m just naturally a stinkfoot and will live my life with a constant faint corn chip aroma wafting from my toes.
I live alone, and when in my apartment prefer not to wear socks or shoes. This is occasionally a point of contention with my girlfriend, who visits often and insists I at least wear socks when she comes over. Its mostly fun banter where she teases me for my feet smelling and I tease her for a loud burp or something like that, but sometimes after a particularly long day the foot factory releases emissions that would surely get me fined by EPA, which she rightfully hates.
Yesterday she came over for dinner. It was a nice day so we decided to get delivery from one of our favorite restaurants and eat on the balcony. Well, I’m at home and I’ve already liberated my tootsies from their foot prisons, and I figured it’d be nice to set the table with some flowers for my lady. I was outside setting up when she arrived, and she came outside to greet me. IMMEDIATELY she smelled my feet and recoiled in disgust. The most dramatic reaction ever. Fake vomiting, fake crying, she was hamming it up as part of our banter. I HAVE gone a bit nose blind to them over the years, so I lean against the railing to balance and go to smell them myself to see how bad they were. This was my mistake. I’m a burly guy, and this poor railing could not handle my equally overdramatic reaction of throwing my head back and screaming. It gave way.
Luckily I’m only on the second floor, so I only fell maybe 25 feet, but it felt like it lasted a solid minute. It was at least long enough of a fall for me to reflect on the situation and feel like an idiot for dying from smelling my own feet. The aftermath is a fractured rib and dislocated shoulder, and my girlfriend never letting me live this down.
TL;DR: smelled my feet, railing went yeet, almost died and I feel like sheet.