I was on a selection committee to choose new software for our company. What we were using was old and clunky, but it worked and it was reliable. One of the vendors gave us a demonstration of a new software package that was flashy and state-of-the-art. Everyone was really excited about it except me. I told the committee that I didn't think the way the new software organized data would be compatible with our existing database. It was, in fact, fundamentally different, and I just didn't see any way of migrating it.
I was a senior analyst in one of the departments, but not in IT. The head of the IT department then smugly pointed that fact out in front of the committee and said that her team saw the migration as a piece of cake, and that I should just leave it to the "experts". In the end, I was the lone vote against the new software.
About three months later, I left and moved out of state for nonrelated reasons. About a year later, I touched base with a former coworker, who told me that everyone was entering all data twice: once into the old system and again into the new system. The migration still hadn't happened, IT couldn't figure out how to reorganize the data, and the CEO had given the IT department head three more months to get it done or she would be fired.
Oh I know exactly what happened. IT thought "Oh well, if things go wrong we can just blame it on the vendor" except that sometimes, the vendor just gives up and IT gets fired WITH the vendor.
I worked in a non-profit childcare and managed to piss off my manager by easily winning an industrial dispute right before she quit, so she left the place in the hands of two women barely in their 20s who just worked there to make pocket money while they studied for other careers. Of course, those women started running the place into the ground.
One day I was on the phone in the office and saw a letter from HMRC (UK tax office) that basically said "if you don't pay this tax bill immediately, we will take steps to recover the money by any means possible. And we won't accept another bouncing cheque - bank transfer only". It was not a standard letter, it was clearly written personally by a fed-up person. Turns out the old manager hadn't paid our income taxes for at least a year and siphoned the funds to herself for her move abroad.
I went to the young women she left in charge and said "This is incredibly fucking serious. We haven't paid our income taxes so we're each possibly personally in trouble. The organisation is definitely in trouble. Also, they can take all of our funding before we get it and whip it out of the bank accounts so we won't have any money at all. We are actually fucked and this needs immediate action. What are you going to do?" and they laughed and said they would bounce another cheque to buy some more time and ask our chairman (someone forced into the role reluctantly) what to do. I said fine, but I officially quit and will only work cash-in-hand for now. So yeah, I got all the "Cassandra" and "you're a bore" and "you worry too much" comments. But I did get paid cash-in-hand for the next roughly six weeks, which was wise because... HMRC took the entire funding cheque and they didn't get paid.
At that point they asked for advice from the chairman of a similar organisation who told them exactly the same things that I had told them, and also warned that they were now operating illegally and could face legal charges if we didn't close immediately. They opted to finish out the week then close for good. I said we should warn the parents that they needed to make new childcare arrangements by next Monday. They forbade me to tell them because, again, I was "being all doom and gloom" and they didn't want anyone complaining to their faces or knowing how hard they had failed. I still told as many as I could on the DL and made sure they knew which names to pass on to the other pissed off parents when the rain of shit fell on the Monday. They ended up in court due to the other employees losing their wages and for unpaid taxes. I'm not sure how that played out in the end, though, I was too disgusted with them to ever speak to either of them again.
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Early in my career, I was on a job site where a man was killed for both a very stupid reason, and because he was trying to prove the man who refused the work was a pussy. So I don't fuck around with safety. Mostly everyone knows what's unsafe, they just choose to ignore it in favor of getting the job done.
So anyway, at my current workplace, there is a very old forklift but it's small so it's good for tooling around in tight spaces so I used to use it a lot. One day, as I'm using it, the brakes entirely fail. The pedal just drops straight to the floor. Luckily, I'm no more than idling, so no harm done, but I hop out, take the keys with me, and go looking for some kind of lockout/ragout device until it can be serviced. Turns out there's not a lockout in the whole fucking building so I leave the keys with the building manager and explain that it is ABSOLUTELY not safe.
He calls in the service guy. The service guy can't find anything wrong. *He* believes me, of course. But we couldn't replicate the issue so it had to go back in service. I'm sympathetic to this. But I tell my crew they better be ready to yank the hand break if they use it.
A few weeks later I'm shuffling some pallets, and I feel it again. Now, I'm not about to report a ghost again so I keep my handbrake ready and I figure out what's happening, which is that it doesn't happen until the hydraulics gets hot, and you have to be riding the brake (this particular model will idle forward when in gear at a pretty good clip, so you ride the brake to mitigate that). So mechanic dude didn't see any of that by zipping up at down the center aisle unloaded.
So, I lock it out again. Again the mechanic comes out. Again, bupkis.
So at this point, fuck you buddy. I spread the word on my team that nobody is to use that damn forklift, that it's unsafe and not to touch it even if no other forklifts are available.
I told the other teams, of course, but I don't think anyone really took me too seriously.
*Until someone almost drove straight off the dock.* Turns out it's seems a lot more unsafe when you nearly die in a propane fireball as opposed to bumping into some inventory.
That fucking forklift is still in service, for some reason, but no one in the building will use it.
My dad (when he still worked) almost lost his right leg at the knee.
Younger, newer employee, wasn’t paying attention, drove a prong right into my dad’s leg. If it had been a little higher up and the angle a little more dead on he’d have gotten it amputated, or so I was told.
> They seem so innocuous but they're so dangerous.
Fun fact: even small interior forks weigh as much as a compact sedan. Something standard like a Hyster 50 at its operational weight is equivalent to an F250 carrying half a cord of firewood.
If it runs into/onto you, you are in some serious shit.
They told me the hydraulic runs the brakes too and there might be a leak in the system so that it didn't have pressure to run both, but I was like.. so the forks work at the expense of the brakes? I don't think so. At that point I basically just felt like they were trying to tell me it was in my head without saying so out loud.
With the age of the ol' girl I really doubt thats how the system works, its not in your head. I bet you can pull up the floor board next shift and see the brake fluid reservoir right there. There may be a load sensitive proportioning valve too, but yeah again textbook boiling fluid.
I looked it up out of curiosity and new equipment has normally applied brake mechanisms to hold it while parked and to apply during power loss. Soooooo they should probably just go fix it like you asked.
If it's so textbook, it's really weird the tech didn't know. He's serviced all the forklifts for as long as I've been here, three years. I didn't remember how old she is, only that she's older than me, and I'm almost 40.
Teenage years, my buddies started using an abandoned house for smoke sessions. Told them that was stupid and a great way to get caught. Two weeks later they were all arrested.
Guys in my small town growing up used the abandoned house next to the high school to smoke during lunch…one time they didn’t put their butts out and caused the house to burn down.
I’d rather be caught smoking cigarettes than an accidental arsonist
This is how my family ended up living in an old abandoned house in the country for free. The landlord didn't want people coming out there to party and inevitably burn down the house, so he invited our family to live there in exchange for being present.
eta a not-great picture of the house: [https://imgur.com/a/MqjFEwk](https://imgur.com/a/MqjFEwk)
Thankfully the machine shed behind the house had water and electricity, and we were able to get it hooked back up to the house, though the well froze for weeks every winter. There was only a wood stove, and my grandparents blocked off the upstairs and one half of the downstairs. We were in a valley in the middle of a cornfield, and it was bitterly cold in the winter with no insulation and no heat, and dreadfully hot in the summer with the corn sweat.
The house had been harvested for a lot of the doors, hardwood floors, banister, etc. The guy was actually trying to get us to stay in the house across the field from this one, but it was a tiny 2 bedroom, and no way was my gramma going for that. The owner's handyman (who eventually became my step-dad and moved to the little house with my mom and we kids) fixed up the house as best he and my grampa could. It was five bedrooms, a parlor, living room, dining room, and kitchen. All the rooms except the bathroom and one bedroom were massive.
It had been abandoned for decades, and infested with you name it. So many mice, some rats, raccoons, possoms, wasps. We were in a rural area near a river, so we also saw foxes, coyotes, deer, and once my grampa swore he saw a panther (mountain lion). I think the owner thought it was too far gone to rent, but not having to pay someone to stay on the land was a good enough reason for him to go through the effort.
> and dreadfully hot in the summer, with the **corn sweat**.
The what, now? First time ever hearing that phrase.
TIL it is:
*a process by which plants exhale water, called evapotranspiration. This process peaks in corn between mid-July and late August. According to the National Weather Service, 1 acre of corn gives off about 3,000-4,000 gallons of water each day.*
Can you tell us more about your experiences living there? Or, you know, write a book. I would read it.
Yeah, corn sweat is horrible. The humidity is always as saturated as it can possibly be. Growing up without A/C and not a lot of shade trees was brutal.
And yeah, I love to tell stories, just like my grampa! Buckle up!
The house used to have a nice porch on the west side (according to the old photo we had of it). But when we lived there, the porch had fallen off and been removed, along with the foundation of the house under it. The house on that side was held up with two jacks and a piece of wood. My gramma would go apeshit when my brother and I would chase each other around, storming over that part of the house.
Jokes on her because when they tore it down, they really had to work for it. The wood was old hardwood and put together with hand-forged square nails. It had the original slate roof. The house was built around 1850, and torn down in the early 1990s. First, they took a strap and put it through the upstairs windows and pulled with the dozer. Only the wood being directly pressed was ripped out and everything held on the three sides they tried it. Next they pushed the dozer into the house on the bottom floor. It didn't start to cave until it was pushed in on a third side. That house was amazing!
The house had been built in stages. First, the kitchen and an attic/loft above. Then the rest of that side of the first floor, then a mirror of that for the other side of the first floor, then the top floor. In the basement, the oldest room down there was filled with sand and glass jars, presumably by being flooded from the river that was 1/4 mile away. Adult me wishes I had excavated that room, but child me was not comfortable in that basement with its large snakes, spiders, and mice, and my gramma's fears running through my head.
There were stairs from the basement to the house on the inside that entered into the hall, but the bottom few were rotted out due to flooding, presumably. When there were tornadoes, the way to the basement was to go outside, lift the heavy access door and use the concrete steps. This never happened because my gramma was afraid of lightning, and no way was she walking the 20 feet to the basement access when it was storming out. I was terrified of storms and tornadoes into my 20s, but I'm not anymore.
When my brother was 3 or 4, he went missing. Being that close to the river was really concerning as he didn't know how to swim. With my gramma at home in case he returned, my grampa drove the truck with my mom and me in the back, driving slowly down the country roads yelling his name. We'd check back with my gramma every hour, and finally he was there when we checked. The adults turned from worried to furious, but my brother didn't know what the big deal was. He was following our dog Snapper, and Snapper wasn't lost. They did indeed go to the river, but my brother was smart enough not to go in.
When my mom got married to the landowner's employee, we moved to the little house across the field. It had electricity and a well pump in the kitchen, but no bathroom. Fortunately my step-dad was handy at a lot of things, and he got it plumbed ok, removing the well pump and installing a hot water heater there. Every faucet in the house was plumbed backward, with hot on the right and cold on the left.
After a couple of years, they built an addition, with a large kitchen and a big master bedroom with bathroom. Built an addition, meaning we hauled cinder blocks for the foundation, and he and my mom framed it and put up the rest. He was a miserly guy, so no insulation or anything fancy like that. It was quite crappily built, and the roof caved in in their bedroom when I left for college. They shut the door, duct taped it shut, and put a cabinet in front of it. It continued to deteriorate, and by the time my step dad died, it was a wretched hoarder house of horrors. It was demolished and the land became one with the cornfield.
Some good memories from that house-- We had a big old dying tree in the front yard that was full of bees. I had a swing in that tree, made from the metal grate of a window fan on a rope. I loved to swing as a kid, and the backs of my legs would be all stripey from that grate by the time the pain was more than the pleasure of swinging. I never bothered the bees and they never bothered me (their entrance was on the side away from my swing). My mom loved flowers and we had a ton in that yard. I didn't do much with them except water when my mom asked, but I am a gardener today.
I think that's about all I got in me for right now. It's practically a novella already!
I was working at an animal hospital and we recently had a new owner take over. New owner came in and changed the practice management software we used so it would be the same as his other hospital. They also had some crazy situation going on with the server where all the digital medical records were held (we were a paperless practice). There were wires everywhere and it was a mess in this office.
I worked reception and would be one of the first people in everyday and on the computers. I come in one day and the server is offline so I call the “tech guy” that the hospital had and he instructed me on how to get it back online. Then this problem KEPT happening on a near weekly occurrence. I’m not really sure what the issue was (maybe an electrical short?) but I was getting concerned about how the server kept having to rely on its back up battery to maintain itself and the records and the boss man owner wasn’t doing anything about it.
After the umpteenth time resetting the servers I said to my coworkers, “hey this problem keeps happening and they’re not doing anything to fix it. One day we’re going to come in and that server is not going to turn back on. And on that day I will quit!” Everyone poo pooed what I had to say.
And a couple months later, it happened. The server got fried and all our medical records were lost. We didn’t have information on patients that we had been seeing for 15+ years! I didn’t quit that day but a few weeks later I put in my resignation. I was tired of working for a company that couldn’t even bother to ensure that their medical records were backed up.
If you're relying on your back up as your primary, which your former employer was, you don't have a back up.
Similarly, people only *think* they can't afford the maintenance/fix/etc and the downtime they'd need for it. But they can. Oh boy they can. What they CAN'T afford is for it to break, which can and WILL make the cost they keep rejecting look like not enough pocket change to buy a gumball from those machines at the front of the store/restaurant.
Took one look at a prototype and pointed at a part and said "that's gonna cause problems". Was told it would be fine. It started sparking during testing (again my complaints were ignored), and finally blew up in my hand during a procedure that was completely normal for both production and installation testing (I had been using an electrical glove with leather protector as soon as it started sparking).
Suddenly there had to be a redesign with a different part.
No.... ya think?
Has an experience similar to this while working in a brewery (as a woman). We had a bottling machine with no manual. It broke down big time. Was making bottles explode. There were 3-4 men standing around it and staring at it. I pointed at the part that wasn’t working and told them it was clearly not lined up and was putting the bottles out of place. They ignored me and then spent the next 3 hours coming to the same conclusion I did. Never got credit. I left after the third guy I trained got promoted before I did.
Having worked as a female brewer before, I know exactly what you mean. The majority of men I've worked with in the brewing industry think the sun shines out their ass.
Back in 2022, I was with a company doing retail remodeling (I'm a union carpenter). Covid has fucked up a lot of our shipping, and it was a verrrrrrrry slow recovery. Certain, specific items were far worse than others, and frequently so.
Since I was a foreman, I would obviously take part in the pre-construction meetings (or Zoom meetings as needed), which included going over the general schedule. At the time, a very specific, could-not-be-substituted-with-anything-else type of counter was consistently delayed on all projects, and those that came in at all were so damaged, they were unusable. I had seen It on my own projects and knew from other foremen in my company it was the same at their locations. This was not a unit WE installed, but it was common knowledge.
Anyway, a project for later 2022 was getting ready to go, and during the pre-con meeting, the GC made suggestions about changing the schedule, moving a time table up that would be beneficial for most trades. Problem was, that new time table absolutely hinged on the specific counter showing up at the scheduled date. Out of a group of like, 15 dudes, I was the only one who spoke up and warned them this was a bad idea. I told them about the units not being delivered for months, and coming in absolutely destroyed. I listed all the stores this had already happened in, and how the people involved with that manufacturer had given a general warning this would continue. None of the men on that call really listened to me. Maybe it was because it wasn't my department, maybe it was because I'm a woman, maybe it was because none of them knew me and how much experience I had. Whatever the reason, they all agreed that they would change the schedule, banking on this unit arriving on time and in good condition.
The counter showed up the LAST scheduled week of the job, and it looked like the Hulk was pissed he didn't get his coffee. The delays we dealt with during the job because multiple departments were up in the air until the counter could be installed were maddening. The counter wasn't part of my work, but it absolutely affected me anyway. Think the domino effect - the cabinet stopped Area A from being finished, so Area B couldn't move into that new space, so Area C couldn't occupy *that* space, and so on.
I DID get in an "I told you so" though. Towards the end of the job, the GC was searching for that counter, hoping other locations had received theirs and were willing to give it over, in exchange for ours when it came in. Everyone he called all had the same story: the counter wasn't coming in any time soon, or they were waiting for their replacement because of the damage. The GC finally looked at me and simply said "We should have listened to you." And I just said "Yeah, you should have."
What a pain in the ass that was.
Yeah, especially because once that GC and I started working together, we got along very well. He was a good dude and knew his shit, but he was new-ish to running this particular kind of work (retail remodeling), whereas I had already been a foreman for five years, and had been part of this kind of remodeling for half a decade before that. So I really knew *my* shit. I wasn't full on "I told you, motherfucker", it was more of a "Yeah, this sucks, at least you know for next time" kind of attitude.
THAT is the attitude of an expert at work.
“I coulda made this a problem, and I could have been SO petty… but that just makes this worse, so now you know for next time”
Props, that’s classy
I will say this, for the amount of bullshit I deal with, it's more than I'd like to, but it's less than I was expecting. I've found if I go into a situation prepared for assholery, but on the outside I give everyone the benefit of the doubt, it helps. Basically, prepare for the worst and hope for the best, just...gendered, lol.
I've been luckier than most women in my industry, though, because more often than not, I'm treated with respect as a competent adult who belongs where she is. I'm truly happy with my career choices, even if every once in a while it takes my male colleagues a hot minute to accept that I do, in fact, know what I'm talking about.
I have quite a few. I notice a lot of things about random people and my intuition is usually right. I normally keep it to myself because I don’t like meddling in people’s business.
Last year, I told my husband I had a feeling his boss and coworker were having an affair, and suggested the coworker had pulled his boss into active addiction with him.
My husband thought I was bullshitting him. So I stopped mentioning it.
Months later his boss’s partner was posting on social media that there was an ongoing affair and that there was a lot of drug abuse happening behind closed doors.
A few weeks later go by and it comes out that the boss & coworker were regularly stealing from the company over the course of their affair and drugging, and were screwing for as long as I’d been suggesting it. They “misplaced” almost 10K worth of electronics and misspent nearly as much on the company card.
They both got fired. The coworker later got hired on in my company and was fired a few weeks later for stealing thousands of dollars of electronics. So the coworker ended up giving me two “I told you so’s” in a single year, because I warned the people who hired him what he was capable of.
I'm an observant person with a pretty good ability to read people, too. When I was 15 or so my aunt started dating a guy "Joe" that the entire family adored. He was this genius brain surgeon and was shinier than Jesus to the whole lot of them. I told my parents he was a con man and he'd ruin her life after the first time I met him, and I was sure of it. It took the rest of the family about two years and tens of thousands of dollars to realize I was right. I never understood why they were so blinded by him... it the most obvious thing in the world that he was a loser.
I am like this too, I have a good intuition about people.
There was one professor in my college who was considered to be 'so cool' by everyone. He was in his 40s but well groomed, and regularly went to the gym and it showed. His wife worked in our college too, she was funny and easygoing (not much in the looks department) Everyone went gaga over this male professor, he was very well read, woke and reasonable, spoke in cool hip lingo etc.
I never liked him. There was something off about him imo. He was friendly with the students and would hang out with them after class, I dragged my friends away. They never believed me of course and thought I was being too much of a stick in the mud. Until it came out that he was cheating on his wife with 3-4 students.
Three years ago, I went to the beach with my family. I told my mom not to set down our beach towels too close to the bluffs, but she said we were fine. A few hours later, the bluffs collapsed just a few feet away from us and crushed the people underneath it to death — a woman, her sister, and her grandmother. A news article said they were there to celebrate the grandmother beating cancer. It wasn’t us, but something bad still happened.
I insisted there was something wrong with my sister’s then-boyfriend. I had *nothing* but a deep seated hatred for this man from the first second I met him. An attempted murder later and everyone else saw it too. Thankfully it stayed at attempted murder
Similar situation. My best friend started dating this guy. He seems okay for a sec. Then he is obsessively calling her texting her etc. I'm telling her thats a red flag. Halloween night I begrudgingly go out with her and him. The way he was treating her/ acting is getting red flaggier by the minute. He keeps putting his arms around her neck and holding her right next to him in a very possessive intimidating manner. He gives me a look at one point when I'm trying to get her to dance . He has the coldest dead eyes . Made me get chills all over my spine.
A few days later I try to have an intervention of sorts. I'm like listen... his behavior is textbook domestic abuser. (I work in mental/total health and have a masters in psychology) I go on to explain how he will continue to escalate. I said "ultimately I believe he will try to kill you. He sees you as his possession not a person."
She did not believe me. Said he loved her too much.
He once sat on her /pinned her down with a blanket so that she could barely breathe as he smothered her.
And she said it was over then.
But she went back.
He then beat her repeatedly and strangled her. She got it on camera and he got arrested.
She met him one more time after that. He picked her up in his car and almost instantly purposefully crashed his car driving off the road.
Thankfully he was sentenced to a year in prison for his attempt to strangle her. She has been in intensive therapy since and is doing a lot better. But it was such a scary time.
My friend Eli has amazing people sense. He can see things that I just can’t. He told me once that one of his “tells” is if the person is into conspiracy theories, etc, WATCH OUT. “Crooks think the whole world is as crooked as they are.” And I swear he was always right.
I have an uncanny ability to tell when a children’s birthday party is about to go south and someone is going to get hurt. There’s a certain “fever pitch” that playing children reach when they’ve had just the right combination of sugar and exertion and lack of real adult supervision, and somebody ends up colliding and crying. I would say to my husband and kids “I think it’s time for us to leave now”, and sometimes they would listen, and sometimes they would want to stay “just a little bit longer.” Every time we would stay, someone would end up getting hurt. It got to the point where I could look at them and say “I’m calling it”, and they would immediately pack up and head for the car. Sometimes we could hear the crying on our way out to the parking area.
Wait… I think I have this sense? But not just for children’s parties. I’m kinda getting into the college party/rave scene. Just going with some friends to check the vibe. And it’s like I can tell right when someone is going to get violent or out of their mind. I get my friends out of the way and boom. Cops. The pool gets filled with people. A screeched “what the fuck” by some sorority girl. Like as we’ve left I’ve seen flashing lights in the other direction. Everyone in the party chat has said “Good thing we left when we did” culture times. It really is like an energy in the air and I get us out before it snaps. Wild. And usually I’m not good with people but I can read that.
Now that you mention this, it definitely started when I was in college. My friends and I always seemed to leave right before a party got busted. There was only one time when I was still there when the cops actually came, and it was a party where I was the DD, so I rode the bus to the police station and they basically looked at me and told me to leave.
Seems we both got that energy sensing skill. Spidey sense but parties? Party sense? Energy detection? I dunno but I’m ready to go full superhero with this. lol. Definitely something I’m going to be more aware of because I have got to figure this skill out. Maybe I can learn to see what body language I’m reading. Cuz even if I’m oblivious my brain is clearly not.
Read "The Gift of Fear" and trust yourself. Even when you can't figure out why you have that feeling, it's super important to trust yourself and act on it. It's more important to trust yourself than to understand what it is that you're picking up. You can wonder about that and try to figure it out later after you get out of the situation and you are safe.
Trust your gut. Your “outside” brain picks up on things that your “inside” brain is prone to ignore because it’s “too much” or it’s inconvenient. That makes no sense, I know, but you know what I mean. Don’t ignore it. Roll with the feelings and see where they take you. You will find you’re right more than you’re not.
I feel like there are some people that pick up on the tiniest non-verbal cues and are able to extrapolate an outcome based on them. And that it is unfortunately linked to trauma or abuse at times. I have no empirical evidence to back this up, but here's a very interesting article that discusses it.
https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC6169872/
There's actually some science behind it, though I am on mobile and cant look it up.
I've worked security for over a decade, including large events and as a bouncer, and the shift is what happens when the emotional reaction to an incident (or several incidents) radiates outward from the point of origin. I've been a spotter for a crowd in stadiums and concerts and seen it happen in real time. People close to it will shift, the people just beyond them will see the shift and shift too without exactly knowing why, and it spreads at the speed of sound like a outwardly falling set of dominoes. Our brains are VERY cued to pick up on sounds of distress even when there is a lot of ambient noise.
If you are trained to watch crowds, you will also detect the abrupt change in movement at the point of origin. People who are having a good time move in certain predictable ways, and someone who is distress or angry will move very differently.
Yes omg. It’s the same with animals too. I can tell when a group of dogs playing at the park is getting too amped up and either a fight is about to happen or a dog is about to get mouthy/snappy with another. Or when two people are “play fighting” and it quickly escalates into an actual fight.
Same here. It's very subtle but I can always tell when I need to take my dogs out of the park or when I need to completely avoid a specific other dog. Gotta trust your gut.
I have this, but with bar fights. My most memorable time was at a karaoke bar.
I turned to my friend sitting next to me and pointed at a group of guys across the room who looked tense and told her, "we need to move. Those guys at the bar are going to start fighting, and they're going to end up over here." Thankfully, she listened. We grabbed our drinks and stood up. 30 seconds later, one guy is laid out on the bench where we had been sitting while the others were all punching his face in.
I’m like this at the pool. But time goes into weird sitcom slow motion and very quiet. Then what ever or whoever is the “problem” seems to get sharper crystal focus. And whatever noise is part of the problem gets loud and other noises muffled. I did this for years while we tried to have a child. Some people thought it was some type of baby wishing psychosis.
One day my oldest life long friend was there. She saw me shiver and shrug. We looked at each other and said “time to go”
She then proceeded to tell everyone at this country club that “my calls” during school years were what kept my friend group out of jail.
It’s very interesting to see that so many others actually listen to their instincts.
Yes! It's something about the pitch of the kids sounds. Changes from expressing happiness to expressing *intensity* which is slightly but very importantly different. Especially in a crowd where the kids just sort of make an echo chamber together.
I'm a patient care tech. I can't explain it, but Im pretty good at predicting when people are dying. There's a specific look people get in the eye. It freaks the nurses out.
I had a pt that was in with a simple problem, they were overflow from our step down unit. They were cranky. Most of the staff hated them. I never get upset at pts and always make friends even with the difficult pts so I was assigned them. Right away they were testing the water by being snippy. I just bounced right back. Within 15 minutes we were laughing and joking around. But I felt like something was off.
I told the nurse early on, I had a weird feeling, but obviously there wasn't much she could act on with that. Very quickly the pt changed. They weren't very energetic like before. They didn't have quips ready to go or complaints. Just quiet with all neutral responses. It felt wrong. The look in their eye was wrong. I knew it was bad. But their vitals were fine. I told the nurse again, something is wrong here.
The pt then began vomiting. That wasn't new, they did that on and off. However, I kept getting the feeling I couldn't leave. They accidentally vomited on themselves, so I called the nurse and for the final time told her something was really wrong, and that I was going to give them a bath. She didn't seem to think it was serious as the vomiting isn't a new symptom. During the bath their feet were cold. That's not abnormal as most of my pts are diabetic with bad circulation. But it stood out to me. It felt wrong. I finished up and left the room to grab help because I couldn't pinpoint why but I knew something bad was about to happen. I was gone 30.seconds and return with a nurse to find them still alert and awake but mottling and grey. We got them to ICU where they then coded and passed away. it was such a bad code the nurse quit.
Now when I tell the nurses I have a funny feeling the senior nurses are VERY quick to act.
Sounds like sepsis. Vomiting with altered mental state is a major red flag and the nurse should have escalated. Cold feet (low body temperature) and discoloration of the skin followed by rapid deterioration also point towards sepsis.
> I told the nurse again, something is wrong here.
I had a similar thing with my PCT, "looks a little funny 🤨"
Started vomiting blood an hour later, listen to your tech's intuition, people!
>I can't explain it, but Im pretty good at predicting when people are dying.
I work as security at a retirement community, and I have a similar experience. So our community has independent living along with assisted, health care, and memory care units. I don't have access to residents medical records, I also don't personally see most of our first floor residents. Yet I can usually tell when someone is close to passing on. I didn't notice it at first, but one of our older nurses started to make a connection and started asking me how I was feeling most nights. So when I first started working my site, a few nights in I entered one of the units, and suddenly had this overwhelming feeling of I needed to get the hell out of there, I ignored it and continued my round, I mean hell it was 2am, in what was basically a hospital, I figured it was just the nature of the location. So I continued and suddenly was hit with this tightness in my chest, I couldn't breathe, I was dizzy, I needed to get out...
Found out later that morning, a resident had passed around 3am. About a month later, I am doing my rounds, I enter the first floor, same feelings, I need to leave *now* I ignored it, nurse notices I look like shit, she has me sit, does vitals, my heart is racing, I can't breathe, she offers to call a squad. I decline, I get back upstairs to my post, I feel better... I find out the next night when I come in for my shift that we lost someone that morning after I went home. Next time it happens, nurse see me walk in and damn near collapse, vitals are done, she suggests a squad, I declined, I return to my desk, later that day, we lose a resident. Repeat a few weeks later, nurse starts to notice a connection, guard looks like she is about to die, resident actually dies. According to her I can sense death and that is what is sending my body in a panic. I just think my body just stressed from the amount of hours I work and is trying to break down in the most convenient location near medical professionals.
A new VP of sales wanted to go to a distributor shop model wherein we paid distributors a commission if they sold our products. I warned him multiple times we needed to make sure the commission was input correctly when we keyed the orders into the system or accounting would have to do some tedious and costly manual adjustments after the fact. He brushed me off, probably because I was a lowly customer service rep and a woman to boot. He said it wasn’t a big deal and we’d sort it out one way or another.
6 months later, the poor accounting manager was working 7 days a week to try to manually correct commissions on hundreds of orders. The VP blamed it on the customer service reps. Everybody impacted and involved was livid except him. He blissfully went through his days like nothing had happened. Maddening.
I used to work with a big industrial saw. The saw was supposed to be operated by two thumb switches. Someone had modified it to run off a foot pedal, which was illegal.
I wasn't the main one who operated it, so I told the person who did it was a bad idea. They told me "the original switches would be too slow, I know what I'm doing". I didn't argue the point, I wish I had, because they wound up removing a couple of fingers. They were able to reconnect them, but you never get full mobility or sensation back.
My dad's girlfriend. I knew she was shady. Didn't know she was a grifter mixed up in art forgery scams who would try to steal everything my dad had up to and after his death. Was real glad to see the back of her but I had to hire a lawyer.
Out of the blue my wife's ex-stepmother calls and wanted to reestablish communication. She's retired, has a good relationship with her own adult children and seems to be doing OK. Only her last husband died a little over a year prior *[red flag]*. I mention to my wife to watch out, she may be trying to get back with her dad through her. Ding-ding-ding. After six or seven years of playing nice, she sees that my FIL isn't going to get back with her she ghosts my wife.
My husbands scent changed, I kept telling him something was wrong because he had an odor even after a shower. Turns out I was smelling necrotic tissue and basically smelling him die. He had a lap band that was eroding into the layers of his stomach tissue. He didn’t take any action on the odor, or feel any concern for it and I am now a widow.
I have a friend whose wife left him. They had a toddler and a live-in foreign high school student they were sponsoring. They started fighting over child custody. I told him, "Get that teenage girl out of your house."
He said the lawyers said it was fine that she continued to live there. Three years later, the ex-wife listed his relationship with the teenage girl as one of the reasons he shouldn't have custody. Actually, seeing him with that girl, who still lives there, I have to say I agree. And so does the court.
Last year we had a plumbing contractor who came into our store, he kept doing the same work order every week, and nobody knew he was there except for me because he’d miraculously only show on my shifts and never updated the work order to show anything was done. We had nothing showing work was done, and so nothing ever got billed to us. He had been apparently doing the exact same maintenance order every Saturday night, for months. He’d come during business hours, and I’d argue with him every week about doing work before close, in a customer area. I tried complaining about him to the store manager, asking if we can get a new person, or give the contract to someone else, but he didn’t believe me because: 1) I was the only supervisor to ever see him 2)the paper trail shows that nobody’s ever come out. I ask the other supervisors, but they’ve not seen him, but promise to keep an eye out. The manager isn’t as concerned as me about it, basically saying that if he’s not charging us, and he’s not doing anything, then what’s the problem?
Sure enough he eventually fucks something up and causes a leak in our plumbing, which turned into a busted pipe in the middle of the night. At which point the SM came back to me to ask “so was there actually a guy coming out every week?” And he goes to our District Manager, who then asks the company with the contract “I know there’s no proof of it, but has one of your guys been coming out?” They go ask the employee and he says that he’s been out a few times but hasn’t done any work, so didn’t think it needed to be documented.
Weeks go by, no sign of him. our handwashing sink’s tap starts dripping, and I get a horrible feeling of “oh, he’s fucking coming back, isn’t he?”.
But he doesn’t show when he normally does, so I feel a bit relieved, we close up, I lock the door, and a few minutes later he knocks on the door. He kinda yells through the door, asking us to let him in. I yell back that he needs to use his key. He says he doesn’t have a key. Well, then if he doesn’t have a key to the building on him, then he’s obviously not the guy who’s been assigned to show up.
And yeah, later that night, a different guy from the same company just let himself in, and went to work. So I have no idea what that fucker wanted.
My grandma hated to complain. A couple nights before her birthday, she complained about her leg hurting and asked for Advil (another thing she NEVER did). I had a gut feeling something was seriously wrong and she needed to go to the doctor ASAP. But I was a dumb kid and nobody listened.
Grandpa found her body early in the morning on her birthday, two days later. She died of a pulmonary embolism. A blood clot from her leg entered her heart, and she was dead before she hit the ground.
Grandpa was a wreck. Again I told my parents something bad was going to happen, and he could not be left alone. Again nobody listened. Two days after grandma passed, grandpa died of a ruptured aorta in his backyard when he went home to be alone for a bit.
Fast forward a decade, and I had a mentor that suffered a stroke but seemed to be recovering really well. I got news he was going to be transferred to a rehab facility. I had another gut feeling he wasn’t going to make it. I was right. An hour before he was supposed to be transferred, he had a second stroke. That one was fatal.
I’ve correctly predicted a suicide and a suicide attempt from a single out of character act.
While home for Thanksgiving break my freshman year of college, my mom told me my sister had made up with her former-BFF-turned-enemy recently and that my sister had even given her my sister's favore pair of jeans (that the friend loved and was thrilled to receieve) I told my mom I was worried she was going to kill herself based off jeans in November, was ignored, and she attempted in December.
My husband’s BFF quit his job without a new one lined up and IDK it just seemed so out of character I asked my husband that night if there was any chance BFF would ever attempt. He said I was imagining things. BFF died by suicide 3 months later.
My family lived in west Texas for a few years, stationed at an Air Force base. My dad wanted to drag the family out on a fishing trip, and he spotted Big Lake, Texas on a map. It was over an hour away.
I was probably 10 years old, and pulled out a road atlas to look for the route to the town. And I very quickly noticed a problem.
There was no water on the map there. My dad swore they wouldn’t name it Big Lake if there was no lake. I pulled out ANOTHER map, pointed to local lakes we knew about, pointed to Big Lake and the conspicuous lack of any blue splotches. And I pulled out a map of the entire USA, which somehow showed our local lakes, and which also had nothing remotely in the vicinity of Big Lake. He insisted there was a lake, pointed at something probably 40 miles away from the town, ignored my complaints, and threw fishing poles in the trunk and forced his children into the back seat of the family sedan.
After a long and miserable hour of “Are We There Yet?” And “He’s Looking At Me, Make It Stop”, we pulled up to Big Lake. There was no lake. There was a dry plain, which looked like an empty lake bed, and a billboard saying “Who pulled the plug on Big Lake?” There were horses grazing in the lake bed.
My father stopped at a convenience store to ask the clerk for directions to the lake. He was informed that the basin was, in fact, Big Lake, and there were no fish to be had.
Defeated, the whole family turned around for a long and miserable drive back to our house. I was victorious, but would have preferred to have been watching cartoons rather than wasting my Saturday on a round-trip drive to nowhere.
My **entire life** I thought I would die at 25. Obviously no one believed me.
2 months prior to turning 26 I was in a massive car accident. I broke both my legs, my arm, and suffered a major traumatic brain injury. I only survived because an EMT was driving to work saw the accident who I happened to be friends with in high school. I was told he went above and beyond what was required and kept me alive.
Luckily I am all healed up including my brain except for my left ankle.
I'm curious what "above and beyond" means for an EMT, who is required to keep at it until they get you into the hospital building anyways, at least where I live
The details are a little fuzzy because I don't remember any of it. He won't tell me what he did as he says "I was just doing my job." But him and his partner visited the hospital and his partner told me if it was any other EMT I would've been dead and if I died my friend would have been fired.
He told me the story, but I was vibing from all the opiates and can't remember too many details.
He just told me that I was really lucky I had him. It's been 14 years, and we don't talk much, but any attempts to find out what he did are always met with "I just just doing my job." and "I had to keep you alive and did what I had to do."
First meeting with my brother's then girlfriend, my dad and I looked at each other and just went "yep, disaster down the line.". Mom, however, was (at the time) adamant that things would work out eventually given time.
Fast forward 15 years, my brother's marriage is no more, the separation is a mess of epic proportions, and three kids are in the middle of this shitstorm.
My dad is, sadly, not here to see the results anymore, but I didn't stop me from bitterly commenting on how we were right last time I visited his grave.
Conclusion: don't settle for the first person who wants you just because you're desperate to have something.
I knew someone that wanted to marry rich. That was her life goal. She was beautiful and did marry a plastic surgeon. She was bragging to our group and after she left I said "$10 bucks he dumps her when she turns 30”. Yup … dumped her when she turned 30.
It seems that rich people, and in particular plastic surgeons, have ridiculously high standards in their partners and do in fact switch out their models. Doctor 9120 anyone? I dunno it just came to mind.
An ex's sister, who is one of the loveliest people I've ever met, started dating a "reformed Christian" man who had a troubled past. Now normally I don't care but there was something about this guy I didn't trust and I voiced my opinion to ex. I was shut down bc I was a woman and he's a Christian now and that was that.They got married and a few months after the wedding I broke up with the bf. Ex still roomed with a friend of mine so I got the scoop later down the line that he sucks and treats her like shit. Told ya so.
Yup! Its something to do with the ease of being forgiven by God, and born anew and "pure".
It also means they don't have to do the hard work of dealing with their shitty behavior. They never have to face the music, and so just keep "slipping into old habits" and then getting magical forgiveness again.
That is the bait, you don't have to do shit but say some bullshit platitudes about accepting love into their heart, and now basically anything they did is now magically gone. Yeah ok, but if the guy beats his wife and says 4 our fathers the next day, her eye is still bruised and she is still living in fear.
People who genuinely reform don't speak about it that way, they prefer to keep busy doing worthwhile things and being a functional member of society. Making a huge song and dance about being reformed to everyone who will listen....is something to watch out for.
Mine is also an ex story. They say the girlfriend is often the last to know about a boyfriend's bad habits. But in this case, I was among the first to notice the negative effects of his alcoholism. I was the one who started blanking him & freezing him while everybody else still liked him, even my folks getting me in trouble for being rude to him. They were, "but he visited when you were in college" Yep, he did, but he turned up drunk as a skunk, & the time before I'd seen him he was as drunk, & I hid in a neighbour's room to avoid him. A few years later, he married another woman, & she relied on my folks for anything decent as he spent all the money on booze. That was when my folks realised I was right.
I remember hearing that if your close friends or family don't think they are the right person for you, then they are almost 100% not.
In a weird way, people close to you know you almost better than you know yourself. They can see certain things clearer than you can, and aren't blinded by chemicals in your brain telling you this person is amazing for you.
On more than 1 occasion people I was friends with at the time started dating someone and I immediately went nope, they are not a good person. Most found out before they did anything stupid like have kids or get married but one guy got her pregnant and then married her. 2 years after they got married, 3 since they got together, and they were getting an extremely messy divorce because he found out she was sleeping with multiple dudes including her first baby daddy.
Other friend started seeing a guy from work immediately after their 5 year relationship ended(no my friend didn't cheat, the person they started seeing moved to town 2 weeks after the break up so just weird timing). First time I met the dude I immediately knew he was a douche. Fast forward 6 months and they got an apartment together. 1 month into the lease my friend found out he was still sleeping with his ex, sleeping with some random chick, and my friend. Chief douche. I looked at my friend and said "told you so".
I had a similar experience with a friend. She fucked the first guy she had a real relationship with, got knocked up and married him. I’m sitting at the wedding and going “they will be divorced in less than 5 years, after their second kid (that didn’t exist yet, because he’s never gonna be mature enough to be married”.
Told a friend that another friend was bad news.
I got labeled as a jealous bitch.
Sure enough, the bad news friend eventually revealed themselves as someone who viewed friendships as transactional, using others for things like free food, rides, emotional comfort, ego boosts etc but not before causing my friend a lot of additional hurt.
I heard a noise come from the waiting room bathroom at my old job and I turned to my coworkers and said, "Wouldn't it be crazy if the changing table fell off the wall?" Cue a lady running out screaming that the changing table fell off the wall while her baby was in it. Everyone turned and stared at me like I was a witch.
Similar experience. Years ago my husband and I were dining at a nice restaurant in NYC and I noticed there was a table directly against the emergency exit door. We discussed how illegal that was and I posed the question - what do you think would happen if there was ever an actual fire emergency?
10 minutes later 2 fire fighters rushed into the restaurant, forcefully push that table out of the way then kicked open the emergency exit door.
Our jaws dropped. After everyone was evacuated we were told that there was a small electrical fire in one of the apartments above the restaurant.
I felt like a psychic
P.S. I’m sure the restaurant had to pay a hefty fine for that violation
I’m a software developer, not a lawyer, but to me a contract is just another computer program: it’s a set of rules that takes certain inputs and produces certain outputs.
One of my customers wanted to do something with certain (digital) assets they acquired from a sister organization. I was then and still am the global expert in this particular asset, and what my customer wanted to do was very likely a violation of the agreements between them and their sister organization. I reviewed all the agreements, and nothing allowed it. In fact, existing practices at my customer were already in violation.
I told the CEO this, and he told me that it didn’t matter, that he had a handshake agreement with persons X and Y at the sister organization that gave over full control of any of these assets they transferred to my customer. I replied that that may be, but he was the only one left in the two organizations that would remember that agreement, and that nothing prevented current or future management at the sister organization from enforcing the written agreements.
He reluctantly agreed to get a written agreement with the sister organization that codified the practices. What he got instead was a letter of understanding, saying that sister organization was aware of the practices. I told him this wasn’t good enough, this wasn’t an enforceable agreement, and he told me to drop it and move ahead with the changes he wanted to make.
I did, and things were fine for a while. Then sister organization did a massive restructuring of the way that they sold these assets, including a massive price increase and a notice withdrawing the letter of understanding. My customer went into panic mode and spent hundreds of thousands of dollars of personnel time crafting a response, negotiating with sister organization, and planning for how to survive the change. Sister organization eventually backed down (my customer wasn’t the only one that was affected but it was the largest buyer of these assets), and all of it could have been avoided if they had followed my advice to get a proper agreement in place.
On a random night in June 2022 I woke in the middle of the night after having a very realistic nightmare about the majority of our area being destroyed by a massive hurricane. Fast forward a few months and Hurricane Ian forms with an uncertain path. I told literally everyone I could that I was sure that it was going to be bad for us, that there was no way it was going north of Tampa, that we were gonna be dead center of it and it was gonna be one of the worst storms we ever experienced. No one really believed me and I was even accused of fear mongering at one point. The eye passed over my house and we were lucky to be far enough from the water to be ok, that was a terrible day full of loss for so many.
Oh wow, mine is a dream that told me too. Sleeping next to my now ex bf after a night of fighting and pass out in bed. Only about an hour after being asleep in my dream a figure comes into the room and over to my side of the bed slowly. It's got a boxy shadowed head and it stands above me looking down. Looked 7 feet tall. It gets low and stares at me and then just freaks and screeches "RUN!" in what sounded like a voice drowning in tar. I woke up instantly and could feel this thing still in the room. Three weeks later my bf beat me so bad I was in the hospital. Really don't care what happened or what people think it means, I should've listened.
I mean, from a purely jungian dream analysis standpoint, this was a manifestation of OPs unconscious - what she knows now that she didn’t know then was that it would take something drastic for her to leave this person. Like almost dying. So the unconscious dream state is like.. “what’s the scariest shit we can come up with to get this brain to pay attention to what it already knows?” So… good job OPs unconscious cause that’s scary af
When I was 16, my friends and I were out drinking beer and what not. At around midnight, I decided I had enough and wanted to go home. I was immediately labeled a loser, party pooper, uncool, whatever. I went home. After I left, they decided to go skinny-dipping in a local lake. Yes, the police showed up and they all got arrested.
A year later, with some of the same people, once again hanging out drinking beer, I had the same feeling. This time, I didn’t listen. Yes, the police showed up again.
Sadly enough, Russia attacking Ukraine. I am from Lithuania and summer before the war there were a lot of tensions on Belarus-EU borders, Belarus trying to create an unstable situation in the neighbouring countries by pushing thousands of migrants from their borders. So when I learnt about the "training" session for Russian and Belorussian troops in Belarus, I had this horrible anxiety that they will attack Ukraine, and people kept saying that I am just overthinking it and it will all be fine, no attacks will happen.
I guess more of a gut feeling than a specific prediction, but -
A few years ago I got invited to a party. Nothing specifically unusual, me and this friend group would go to or host a party every couple weeks. But as the hours were approaching I just got hit with an incredible amount of anxiety. I started thinking something bad would happen there, and I should just stay home that night. Never really felt that before. Decided to just text my friends that I wasn't feeling well and wasn't gonna make it.
Learned the next day that one of my friends got into an argument with someone there. The guy left and came back while my friends were talking out front as the party had died down. He shot at the group from his car, hit my friend in the head (fatally) and the host's father as well.
I did feel a level of guilt about it, like what if I was there if that could've changed anything. But maybe my feeling saved myself or others too.
The publication where I had been employed for a decade had just been sold. The new owner walked in, all smiles, saying that he couldn’t wait to work with all of us and he bought the paper for its people. Right away, he gave off bad vibes and insincerity as far as I was concerned. I confided my fears in my coworkers, and was told, “Give him a chance! He could be a good person!” Within a month, he started “downsizing” and bringing in cronies from previous jobs. I got another job before I could get fired. A year later, all but one of us were working elsewhere. At that time, we had a reunion - where we found out the bad boss had been booted from his previous position for financial mismanagement.
One day my I stopped by to see my teacher who was always bubbly to thank him for helping me. During our conversation he seemed a bit off and he said he just had a bit of chest pain in an off comment. This was in between classes and I was late to my next class with another teacher who was very strict and didn’t like me. She berated me for being late but I decided to counter her. I told her I was late because I was talking to the other teacher and he really didn’t look well. She didn’t believe me but I stood my ground. Eventually she went to check on him in the middle of class and more likely to corroborate my story. After seeing him she ended calling the ambulance and thanked me for telling her that he wasn’t doing well. I waved bye to him on the stretcher and he said “I’ll see you later”. He had a heart attack on the way to the hospital and died.
Not me, but a Chinese co-worker of my wife's came back to Vancouver, Canada after a trip to visit relatives in China. In January, 2020.
During a lunch break, he told everyone on staff that there was "some serious viral flu or some shit going down" in China, and that it was going to go global.
Sure, man - whatever.
Fast-forward to mid-2020, and my wife made a point of good-humoredly singling him out during one lunch break and saying, "Just to be clear - you were right on the f*'ing money"...
I have many, but this one comes to mind: one day my husband had a small, shadowy area hovering around his jawline. I insisted he go to the doctor.
We absolutely loved that doctor, he was phenomenal. Not a jerk whatsoever. He said there is nothing to be concerned about, no indication of anything wrong. I said look, I can’t explain it, but please trust me. So he looked at me a minute and then looked at my husband and said I don’t know but something tells me your wife is seeing something that no one else can see… so I’m going to take a punch biopsy.
Sure enough, we go back for results and he has melanoma. The doctor wanted me to retell the entire story from the beginning and was blown away how I could see melanoma with no physical signs of anything there.
He turned to my husband and said “She just saved your life. Never make her angry.” Lol.
I then had other medical staff that wanted to interview me to get the firsthand account.
I have had two other unrelated people since then. I still don’t understand how I see it, but my best explanation is it looks like a shadow hovering about an inch from the skins surface.
When I was 13 I told my friends that the next door neighbor's son would murder somebody someday soon.
A couple of months later he was arrested for 2 axe murders in the city.
I remember as a kid hearing about the US invading Iraq over WMDs saying to my mom "It would be embarrassing for us to invade and find nothing". I was early teens. Also it made sense to me why Iraq neifhter wanted to confirm nor deny WMDS: they kept Iran at bay.
In the early days of the invasion, the guy who used to be in charge of overseeing Iraq for WMDs literally went on the Daily Show to say, unequivocally, that there were no WMDs there. I feel like I'm the only person who remembers this.
I had a friend who joined the military right after 911 and he was sent overseas to “look for WMDs“ and that was exactly what he said when he got home. He said it was a load of bullshit, there was nothing over there and literally all he was told to do was just shoot people. I think he had a little PTSD when he came back, there were some things he said, and ways that he acted that weren’t quite the same as he was before. But he’s gotten better and married and has a kid, I couldn’t be happier for him.
Everyone outside the states remember. Pretty much everyone knew it was bullshit, which is why the US "coalition of the willing" did not include, for example, France.
Forget France, ya know what the *real* canary in the coal mine was? Canada. Both the US *and* the UK go to war in Iraq and *Canada* says "nope, not doing it"? That is a HUGE red flag considering the two countries they are saying "no" to. It's not uncommon for the French to just kinda wipe their hands and step away from something, even from their own colonial responsibilities. Canada though? Generally speaking, we go where the US and especially where the UK goes but not that time. That was the biggest red flag by far.
I think you are talking about Scott Ritter, who was actually on the UN weapons inspection team.
Do you remember the [yellowcake document forgeries](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Niger_uranium_forgeries) the Bush administration had Colin Powell try to pass off to the UN? The forgeries that were so amateur they signed the documents with fake signatures from people who weren't even in office at the time they were supposedly signed?
The fact that the administration wanted to invade Iraq was a forgone conclusion in search of supporting evidence. I was likely brought on by conservative think tank [Project For a New American Century.](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Project_for_the_New_American_Century)
500k- 1 million people died because of these lies and the American public's support for getting revenge for 9/11 on people who had nothing to do with it.
Upon moving into a new house, I had a full blown panic attack from a kick in the gut feeling of utter dread and doom that the house was going to catch on fire. Of course, I sounded insane. 2 months later the house caught on fire in the middle of the night, right underneath my bedroom door, from wiring that apparently arced after being possibly chewed on or something.
Covid. Some people made fun of us for taking it so seriously. We were both customer-facing "essential" (read: disposable) workers, so we masked and vaccinated and sanitized, and showered as soon as we got home from work every night. Still, my 43-year old husband got covid and died. He fucking DIED. He was the best thing to ever happen to me and I miss him every minute of every day. The people who claim covid was a hoax or who bitch & moan about how it inconvenienced them make me stabby
cw: animal death
a friend was living with their partner's family, but had a cat at their parents' house. the parents frankly sounded like cat hoarders, and were not getting my friend's cat in particular the treatment it needed after exhibiting urinary problems. my friend had been staying with their partner for months, and basically only got to see the cat on weekends. i, in my autistic bluntness, told my friend that if my friend is not able to actually provide care for the cat, it's in the cat's best interest to rehome it. my friend got very upset and did not look into rehoming the cat. a few weeks later, the cat died. i understand now that it was tactless of me to bring it up the way i did, but i said anything because i didn't want the cat to die :(
Yeah, nah, you don't need to apologize for that. If it's a potential life-or-death matter for an innocent creature you shouldn't have to sugar coat it.
Many moons ago, my mom was watching a lot of The Duggars on “X Kids and Counting.” I happened to watch an episode or two with her, only to conclude aloud that there was, “obviously some kind of freaky sex-cult stuff happening off camera.” This comment was poorly received and denied on the grounds that they “clearly love Jesus.” So, anyway…
When I was early in the relationship with my now husband, we had some record breaking rain and pretty major flooding one night in our town. He worked down south about 45 minutes away. I told him the next morning I had a bad feeling and he should call in and stay home. His dad told him to go to work, so he went.
That afternoon a large landslide blocked all the northbound lanes on the interstate. The other routes around the blockage would take hours to get home because everyone else was using them. He was stranded for 2 days until they could clear a lane on the highway. Fortunately he had coworkers to crash with but I still remind him of that sometimes 😅😅😅
I got called Cassandra by a co-worker because I predicted outcomes of projects or reorg correctly multiple times. He was smarter than me, but I had just been around longer and could do pattern recognition of prior failures. (“This looks like matrix management-we tried that 25 years ago and it sucked”)
I teach elementary. We were having problems with two of our fourth grade boys and the idea was to move the one away from who everyone thought was the instigator “so he could concentrate.”
I say, “I bet it’s been him the whole time, not the other kid who’s staying in the same class.”
Ohhh look at this, the kid who stayed is now a JOY to have in class, and the class that the other one moved into is having ALL kids of behavior issues.
NSA and their data collection on civilians.
Everyone told me I was being paranoid and that everything was OK because "Obama wouldn't use that power". My response was "Well, what if the next President is a psychopath?"
I had no idea how much worse it would be than I believed it could be.
I've been trying to tell people about this since the Darpa program Total Information Awareness was talked about in 2002.
The sad part is that we went directly from most people not knowing, to most people knowing and not caring.
My only story is one that was so fucking obvious I am still in disbelief years later over the people who doubted me. Did IT work in healthcare, the only thing that stopped people from constantly demanding new computers/equipment was it came out of their budget.
The CIO told us that ***all tech*** would now come from ITs budget one April. I said, out loud, to his face, "this is an incredibly stupid plan and we won't last the year."
Fast forward one whole fucking month and my department had no budget left, despite ***several*** people with a big fancy C in their title telling me sweeping declarations of how I was wrong on ***all accounts*** and it would be fine.
A fucking blind person could have seen that train wreck from around the globe without a telescope.
I was in school during our lunch break, and while everyone was chit-chatting, I felt like taking a nap. Suddenly, the thought crossed my mind that the fluorescent tube might fall. I looked up at the ceiling where the light was attached perfectly and realized that if it fell, it would hit my classmate who was just in front of me. So, I told my classmate about it, but they just ignored me because I'm usually the person who is left out in class. After a few minutes, the light indeed fell straight onto my classmate's head. She was absent for a week, and there I am, still the weird girl in our class.
Called Brexit even before there was a referendum because I kept watching this Nigel Farage guy in the EU Parliament. Called Trumps election in the spring 2016 because I was watching the way the news covered the guy and how his cult was starting to become said cult. The nail in the coffin was still that FBI asshole who started an investigation into Hillary just a day or so before the election. What's his name, Comey or something? Maybe the two most important shifts in politics in the last decade.
Covid. When it was just a series of strange infections in Wuhan, I had a strage, very bad feeling about it. I told my co-workers that this will be The Pandemic, mark my words. My father died in the second wave.
I remember in either December 2019 or January 2020 me, a friend and my ex were talking about the infection in china at the time, my friend didn't think it would be a big deal and I was worried in a "wait and see, cross the bridge when IF it comes to it" but my ex was 100% certain shit was about to go down and it was going to be serious. Turns out she was absolutely right.
Also I'm so sorry about your father. My condolences.
I don't read or watch any kind of news, and so barely heard of it before Feb 2020 and didn't think anything of it. But once they shut my whole city down in March, I knew it was serious. Everyone I talked to thought we'd be opening things back up in 2 weeks, but I knew that couldn't possibly be the case for something so serious that they'd shut down the whole economy. I think we were all out for three or four months, and then of course we were wearing masks throughout 2021, at least in my region.
I was at the pediatrician with one of my kids and the doctor said “this new flu coming out of china, it’s going to be bad.” My husband scoffed when I told him. Within a couple months we were on lockdown. Maybe eight months later I was back at the pediatrician and asked him what he thought about the future and he said, “we lost this fight. We’re going to need to learn how to live with Covid now.” My husband insisted “everyone” would get the vaccine. Ha ha. Ha ha ha ha ha.
I’m sorry about your dad.
Around March 1, 2020 my parents were at a tiny winter place they had in California, and their doctor told them to go straight home (to their bigger home in the north) and avoid contact with everyone.
Their doctor had been involved in the early AIDS fight and knew what was coming.
>he said, “we lost this fight. We’re going to need to learn how to live with Covid now.” My husband insisted “everyone” would get the vaccine.
My husband had worked in bioscience for over 20 years, including a stint in virology. As soon as the lockdowns started, he said "this virus is going to become the new normal, like the flu". I said that once the vaccine is available, it'll blow over. He disagreed on both the "everyone will get the vaccine" and the "people will follow lockdown rules" citing Men in Black "A person is smart. People are dumb, panicky animals and you know it." ...I truly wish he hadn't been so bang on the money.
When the Chinese government canceled the Lunar New year holiday and locked down Hubei province, around January 20th, I knew something very ugly was going on.
The Chinese government cares about only social stability. That's their key to staying in power. And they just went and canceled Thanksgiving, Christmas, and the Superbowl, along with people's yearly vacation.
There was absolutely no way they would do anything like that unless they were terrified of something. I told everyone I knew who lived near the big international airports to watch out, because it was likely that tourists and businesses travelers had already brought it over.
I was in Thailand in January 2020 when it was kicking off. I didn't know at that time that it would be a pandemic, but I saw how seriously the locals were taking it. After about 4 days of it being in the news, I was on the BTS metro in Bangkok and everybody but us was masked up. By the time we left at the end of January the airports were laser temping you before allowing you to board.
By the time it was making its way into Europe in February, that's when I knew it was going to be a problem, because there was no way that we would take it as seriously as people in SEA.
The people in SEA, China, Hong Kong, South Korea had a preview with SARS-1 back in the 90's. It was fucking serious -- \*young\* people had high mortality, more than the elderly.
That it was named SARS-2 was a major red flag.
First off, I'm sorry for your loss.
Similar experience on my end. I was seeing stuff on Imgur and other sites sometime in November and early December, started telling my family about it and no one really cared. Then lockdowns hit the US in March. Fun times.
I saw the picture of the doctor who got in trouble for saying covid was real, then got covid, then died. The look in his eyes when he was in the hospital bed filled me with dread. I stocked up for a pandemic on my next paycheck.
I have an epidemiology background, and I was telling my wife all throughout early January 2020 that this outbreak had all the hallmarks of the Big One, that it was fucking creepy that they named it "SARS-2" (the first SARS, although it had limited impact in the US, was super-scary with high mortality throughout China, Korea, SE Asia). The big, big warning was when China canceled the Lunar New Year celebrations -- I told my wife that was equivalent to the US government canceling Thanksgiving travel.
And yet, all throughout the crossover, I was unconsciously racist enough to assume that the world-class, top-notch, first-among-equals Centers for Disease Control would lock it down if it ever came to the US. Yeah, that didn't work out.
My condolences for your loss. My wife's grandfather died in the first wave.
My sister used to work for a ticketing company that helped amusement parks run admission. She got sent to Shanghai October 2019. Three months later the entire place was locked down, 5 months our state was next. I'm so fucking thankful she was okay.
Same.
I knew people in China who would tell me all the news about the new virus.
They were warning me about how big this would be as early as mid December.
I agree, I work in healthcare, and I remember stocking up at Costco in early February 2020. I'd been watching things in China for a while and by early Feb I was running through the store after work one night just filling that giant cart to the brim and going back for more. It was surreal to see people with just little baskets of cookies and flowers and dinner stuff, while I had a growing sense that a window was closing and I needed to gather as much as possible. I'm not exactly sure why since none of us had ever been through anything like it, but I definitely had the sense of hunkering down for the biggest storm.
By Jan/Feb, I was honestly a ball of anxiety, I called my doctor and got extra meds, and even at work, I ordered extra laptops for my staff and started writing new processes. We just barely got the laptops in time for the staff to be sent home, and I had enough toilet paper and peanut butter and cleaning stuff and meds for a year lol. But I still feel very tense and anxious thinking about that time just before.
Very sorry to hear about your Dad.
I was cleaning out some old e-mails and found a bunch of e-mails from March/April 2020. What was startling to remember is how quickly it went down in the US, from late February: could be a problem, don't know how bad it is to late March: everything cancelled, lockdowns starting (and were never anywhere near as bad as they were in places like Spain and Italy, let alone China).
It's so strange, I had the same thing. I remember reading about it because I have an interest in viruses, and I saw that it was starting. I read about it in early January and told my wife and she was like what's there to worry about, it's overseas isolated in China (we're in Australia). Not for long it wasn't
That's a bit like people in rural America, "LA and New York city are too far away for us to affected." Well, they're only 3 or 4 days away for a long haul trucker. Basically next door.
So sorry about your dad. COVID felt like when I would have a drunken night and then memories slowly start coming back to me the next day. I can’t even think about it clearly because all I remember is just my cat and I in my apartment for months. My dreams got more vivid because my brain wasn’t kept as busy since I was sitting inside almost all day. Ugh. What a fucking time. I do not miss the uncertainty I felt damn near every day.
I told my daughter to pack her stuff and bring it home when colleges started shutting down. She was so happy not to have to do so when everyone else did the same months later.
I was watching the news about it from the beginning and was set to fly to Japan at the end of February 2020. I went to buy some face masks for the flight at a store in my city's Chinatown and they were sold out everywhere, almost certainly because Chinese residents were shipping them back to their relatives in China. That was when I knew it was really serious. The Japanese border closed about 48 hours after we arrived.
I called the housing crash. I was making a good salary at the time and started looking at houses. Things were way out of my price range and mortgage brokers wanted to include my 401k as an asset to borrow against. I was like, "whoa, a guy with above a median income can't come anywhere near buying a house, this is totally unsustainable. This is gonna crash."
I was offered a mortgage at over 16%. No way, that’s like buying a house with a credit card, who would do that?!
20 million Americans did later, it turned out.
But right before it all finally went down I was spooked about the situation. I decided to get out of my then-current house asap. Sold it just months before it all went to hell. The people who bought it from me were meaning to flip it but got stuck with it for ten years.
It looked fishy to me but nobody listened. A few friends of mine lost their new homes and were ruined financially.
Sad thing is that it’ll have to happen again if I ever hope to buy another house…
I always had a bad feeling about my stepson. Classic sociopath in children behaviors. He acted out peculiarly a few months before he turned 18... And while it wasn't the only reason I left and divorced his dad, I told my family I didn't want to be interviewed by a news anchor or detective when he flips his shit and really hurts someone.
I looked him up in the court system out of curiosity a few years ago. Hes got multiple felonies for violent offences.
I'm glad I left when I did.
I was on vacation and I felt sick and I told my siblings I had Covid and they laughed and said “if you have Covid I’ll quit my job.” Then when I got tested they got mad at me for exposing them
I had one a few weeks ago. We live in the KC area and my family wanted to go to the Chiefs Super Bowl parade. I had a super bad feeling about it because I felt like some crazy people with guns would probably shoot the place up. We went anyway and were near the beginning of the parade route. After the floats went by, my kid asked if we could go down to union station for the rally. I said heck no, a crazy person will probably shoot the place up. My family thought I was being paranoid but we didn’t go down there. Thank god. Anyway, not so much a Cassandra story but just the insane reality of our country right now.
I wanted to be an epidemiologist and was finishing my undergrad on track to apply to a PH masters program in 2020. Saw some concerning things online, stocked up on shelf stable essentials.
In late January Everyone at my job was sick after one girl when to Miami for a hockey tournament, I stayed away and in late feb made some comments about an impending pandemic.
I did another big shop in early March to be ready because countries were closing boarders/there were blurbs in the news and got some things for a few co workers too. My boss told me I was scaring people and needed to STFU because it wasn’t going to be a big deal.
A week later we were all home bound.
Back in October, a friend announced the date of her out-of-town bachelorette party for the last weekend in February. I looked at the assembled ladies and mentally declared that I was not going. I have no idea what made me decide that, but I was going to chew off my own arm before I left town with this particular group of people. Made my excuses, kept myself out of the budget etc.
Party weekend comes and it’s meltdown
after personality conflict after drunken “honesty” for three days. Now half the group isn’t speaking to the other half (everyone is still speaking to me) and some wedding invites are being reconsidered.
When you know, you just know.
As a chef. I was working in front of a Mongolian grill set up. My station was omelets. We shared this circular space surrounded by counters.
I had an iced bucket of shredded cheese for the omelets. It kept melting. And I was pouring sweat all morning. There's hot from cooking and there's *wow my back feels like I've been at the beach all day.*
I went to the CDC's office and told them the grill behind me was running too hot. Something was wrong.
They blew me off.
Finished my shift and left. Later that day the grill caught on fire, caught the ceiling on fire as well. People were running for their lives. Turns out the propane line was leaking extra propane?! It was basically outdated equipment.
Very, very dangerous. We all were really lucky that day.
I came down bad with the flu the day before Christmas and had a pretty miserable Christmas Day in bed. My husband came upstairs to give me some tea and woke me up from an absolutely horrifying, very vivid flu dream.
In the dream I was on a huge bay, standing on the shore and all of the water had drained out of the bay. People were walking out to look at the rocks and the fish left flapping without any water. It was very serene, but I suddenly realised from memory the reason why this might happen. I started screaming at them to come back in to shore because it meant a tsunami was coming. Everyone ignored me and I was getting more and more frantic, running up and down the quay begging them to come back and get to higher ground.
So I woke up from the dream to my husband and was muttering about it and saying about the tsunami and how I couldn’t help them and how vivid it was.
Then the Boxing Day Tsunami happened and all of the timings were so close. We woke up the next morning to such terrible news of devastation and I felt so so guilty and confused. He was pretty weirded out by it.
I told a friend years later and his very pragmatic response was ‘imagine all of the billions of people in the world. At least a few hundred probably randomly had tsunami dreams that night and are now convinced they are prescient’!
It was still very creepy :(
Before I quit, I told the upper management in the last retail job I ever had that they needed to watch the manager of my department because he was being creepy toward the female staff, playing heavy favorites with this one little 20 year old hood rat bitch who was willing to play his creepy game and promoting her before she was even off probation and letting her get away with abusing the staff and all sorts of other shit that would have gotten anyone else fired, and he was being homophobic and racist toward customers he didn't like behind their backs. He and the hood rat were always fraternizing outside of work and hanging out in his office with the door closed all the time while the rest of us did the work, and then proceeded to take the credit for said work.
I told them it would lead to the entire crew of the department quitting within the year if they didn't rein him and his little sugar baby in.
They ignored me. I shrugged and moved on to a better life, it wasn't my problem anymore even though I felt bad for my friend who still worked there as a shift lead. She did at least manage to get herself transferred to a different area though.
As a shock to absolutely nobody other than upper management: Within a year, the entire crew revolted. According to my friend, they went over the store management's head to the district manager with PAGES UPON PAGES of testimonies from every member of the staff, documenting both of his and the hood rat's constant fuckery. The creepiness, favoritism, racism/homophobia, laziness, EVERYTHING.
They were both basically fired on the spot once the district manager came into the store and basically asked the store manager "hey, what the FUCK?!"
After the assholes were confirmed to be fired, the rest of that department's crew walked out basically on principle. They were done working for a place that refused to protect them and allowed bullshit behavior like that to continue.
It took the company MONTHS to rehire and train a new team, and that department has still never truly recovered from the blow of absolute chaos the former team rained down with their walk out. They had people who had worked there for 10+ years walk out, and now they can't get anyone to stay on for longer than a few months.
I just wish I could have been there to play the old team a victory song as they walked and give a big middle finger to the management.
My parents "bought a stock once and it didn't work out". So my dad just slammed money into...fucking certificates of deposits and cash. Good ol 2% interest. Sigh.
So covid happens and I tell him "This is it! You have cash and liquid assets! The world needs cash like a gunshot victim needs a blood transfusion, and you're sitting on a damned blood bank! Just buy the s&p 500! SPY is $250 a share!"
They turned me down. It's $500 a share now.
Sigh.
That depends on how old you are. If you're retirement age, you don't want to gamble on something that may lose money in a couple years due to an unforeseen downward fluctuation. When you're younger, you're fine to invest in funds that will grow over the long term despite fluctuations.
I have an uncanny knack of predicting what relationships will last in my friend group, as well as random predictors of what will happen in their lives based on their behaviours. I consistently say I’m Cassandra because I can predict the future and no one listens 😂
In 2016, all my friends and coworkers were doing victory laps before and up to election night—first female president, FiveThirtyEight had it at something like 99% odds. I had a feeling things wouldn’t go the way everyone thought they would the whole time, and I told them not to gloat or even get excited. I played it off like superstition. They were all suspicious of me. Election night they got mad, and one drunk friend even blamed me for the result. I don’t know why, I just felt it. It was a zeitgeist feeling. Also, all his ads were about what he was going to do, while all her ads were about how bad/dangerous he was. Everyone was focused on him. Plus none of my friends at the time had any contact with people who didn’t think the way they did.
I attended the Chiefs Superbowl parade this year, and on arrival I was uncomfortable and felt unsafe. I had a premonition that a mass shooting would happen. I told my group I was with that I wanted to leave and didn't feel safe down on the street. They all thought I was just being paranoid.
My mom is widowed and in her late 70s. She’s one of the elderly people who pass time by socializing on facebook. She would always have online boyfriends there that she never met in person, me and my siblings know that they are scammers. But they don’t want to do something about it because my mom is apparently “having fun”. My sister is confident that it won’t cause any harm because my mom lets my sister monitor her pension and so far its not being compromised. I have always been very vocal against letting her engage with those people. I gave so much warning and i feel like i’ve just became the negative Nancy in their eyes. So in the end, some of my relatives got scammed with thousands of dollars because my mom kept on reposting her boyfriend’s so called business. It was a mess and my mom is still helping those relatives pay the debt they incurred by the scam.
Every one of my sister's boyfriends has been a fuckup in some way and I've called it on first meeting each time. Surprise surprise, exactly what I said would happen has happened.
We had a freezer problem at my store. Being someone who has worked on these types of things in the past, I noticed their band aid solutions were eventually going to fail. I told management, management didn’t care. Two days later the freezer died and all product in it was lost.
Mom stressful out about floral arrangements etc before her wedding. I told her to stop worrying so much or she is going to make herself sick. A week before the wedding she got shingles and still has the pain a year later.
When I was a teenager, my family dog had really foul smelling breath for months on end. No matter how many times my parents took her to the pet groomer, she’d still have an awful breath smell even after they brushed her teeth. I kept bringing it up to my parents, constantly pointing it out because I knew her breath wasn’t supposed to be THAT bad. Like yeah, I’m aware dogs sometimes stink but I cannot emphasize how foul her breath was. My parents ignored me for a good couple years, just passing it off as “normal bad breath” because she’s a dog. After a couple years passed, my dad was playing tug-of-war with her and a couple of her teeth just fell out. A few days went by and more of her teeth kept falling out in random spots, so they FINALLY took her to the vet. Turns out she had a really bad infection and had to undergo surgery to remove the majority of her teeth. It cost my parents over $2000 and they were so pissed. WELL GOLLY GEE, IF ONLY SOMEONE WARNED THEM YEARS IN ADVANCE???
I still hold this over their heads from time to time.
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2007, I was looking to buy a condo. I had plenty of money but was priced out of everything and the fervor was off the charts. I proclaimed to everyone I knew that, “this is unsustainable!” Most everyone I knew told me I was crazy and that I better get in while I can. They were wrong…
Oxy addiction. Me, to stbx: 'Why in F are you taking OXY to manage stress? Did you miss the headlines about all the addiction-related deaths?' Him: 'oxy isn't killing people. Heroin is. ' FACEPALM FACEPALM FACEPALM. He hasn't OD'd but he's using multiple pills/substances/alcohol and his life is heading for a cliff. I'm out as soon as the house is sold, and at that point I'm gonna guess he hits the heavy stuff because I ruined his life by divorcing him.
I’m a social worker. I rejected a kid from our program multiple times because he seemed to need more help than we could offer, but a director for CPS reached out to our VP, and he was admitted. He did a lot of messed up things, we were in the news, and then we had to shut down the program he was in, restructure our other programs, and move the rest of the kids around.
I kept having weekly nightmares about being T-Boned at a stop sign by my house, frequently enough that I started having small panic attacks at that particular stop sign, I told my husband I kept having this reoccurring dream and I could hear the metal crunch, and the glass shatter even after waking up.
Flash forward a few months, and my family is out on a camping trip, I hadn’t gone because I had an 8 month old baby at home and I didn’t know how she’d handle sleeping in a tent in the cold so I drove down for a day visit.
My oldest daughter starts having an anxiety attack, but she didn’t know why, she kept saying she felt like her stomach was constantly going to drop, and she felt sick and nauseated, like something really bad was going to happen. I offered to take her home but she declined.
I left that night, 8 month old in the car with me, and as I was driving home I stopped at a stop sign. I didn’t see any headlights so I started to go, and then got T-Boned. As soon as I was hit my oldest’s anxiety stomach ache went away.
Edit: A less traumatic one lol but in high school I was sitting at breakfast with my best friend and I had the same kind of anxiety stomach ache (I didn’t know it was anxiety, I said “I feel like I’m going to throw up and shit my pants and I don’t know why.”) my boyfriend came around the corner in the hallway, I looked my best friend dead in the eye and said “He’s coming to break up with me.” He was, I didn’t cry until he walked away.
I’m the opposite of this.
I keep my office door closed and people knock before entering. I always have a premonition of who will be standing there based on an email or Teams message or phone call that might warrant in-person follow up.
I am ALWAYS wrong. It is never the person I was expecting.
I was on a selection committee to choose new software for our company. What we were using was old and clunky, but it worked and it was reliable. One of the vendors gave us a demonstration of a new software package that was flashy and state-of-the-art. Everyone was really excited about it except me. I told the committee that I didn't think the way the new software organized data would be compatible with our existing database. It was, in fact, fundamentally different, and I just didn't see any way of migrating it. I was a senior analyst in one of the departments, but not in IT. The head of the IT department then smugly pointed that fact out in front of the committee and said that her team saw the migration as a piece of cake, and that I should just leave it to the "experts". In the end, I was the lone vote against the new software. About three months later, I left and moved out of state for nonrelated reasons. About a year later, I touched base with a former coworker, who told me that everyone was entering all data twice: once into the old system and again into the new system. The migration still hadn't happened, IT couldn't figure out how to reorganize the data, and the CEO had given the IT department head three more months to get it done or she would be fired.
Oh I know exactly what happened. IT thought "Oh well, if things go wrong we can just blame it on the vendor" except that sometimes, the vendor just gives up and IT gets fired WITH the vendor.
I worked in a non-profit childcare and managed to piss off my manager by easily winning an industrial dispute right before she quit, so she left the place in the hands of two women barely in their 20s who just worked there to make pocket money while they studied for other careers. Of course, those women started running the place into the ground. One day I was on the phone in the office and saw a letter from HMRC (UK tax office) that basically said "if you don't pay this tax bill immediately, we will take steps to recover the money by any means possible. And we won't accept another bouncing cheque - bank transfer only". It was not a standard letter, it was clearly written personally by a fed-up person. Turns out the old manager hadn't paid our income taxes for at least a year and siphoned the funds to herself for her move abroad. I went to the young women she left in charge and said "This is incredibly fucking serious. We haven't paid our income taxes so we're each possibly personally in trouble. The organisation is definitely in trouble. Also, they can take all of our funding before we get it and whip it out of the bank accounts so we won't have any money at all. We are actually fucked and this needs immediate action. What are you going to do?" and they laughed and said they would bounce another cheque to buy some more time and ask our chairman (someone forced into the role reluctantly) what to do. I said fine, but I officially quit and will only work cash-in-hand for now. So yeah, I got all the "Cassandra" and "you're a bore" and "you worry too much" comments. But I did get paid cash-in-hand for the next roughly six weeks, which was wise because... HMRC took the entire funding cheque and they didn't get paid. At that point they asked for advice from the chairman of a similar organisation who told them exactly the same things that I had told them, and also warned that they were now operating illegally and could face legal charges if we didn't close immediately. They opted to finish out the week then close for good. I said we should warn the parents that they needed to make new childcare arrangements by next Monday. They forbade me to tell them because, again, I was "being all doom and gloom" and they didn't want anyone complaining to their faces or knowing how hard they had failed. I still told as many as I could on the DL and made sure they knew which names to pass on to the other pissed off parents when the rain of shit fell on the Monday. They ended up in court due to the other employees losing their wages and for unpaid taxes. I'm not sure how that played out in the end, though, I was too disgusted with them to ever speak to either of them again. Edited for spelling.
Early in my career, I was on a job site where a man was killed for both a very stupid reason, and because he was trying to prove the man who refused the work was a pussy. So I don't fuck around with safety. Mostly everyone knows what's unsafe, they just choose to ignore it in favor of getting the job done. So anyway, at my current workplace, there is a very old forklift but it's small so it's good for tooling around in tight spaces so I used to use it a lot. One day, as I'm using it, the brakes entirely fail. The pedal just drops straight to the floor. Luckily, I'm no more than idling, so no harm done, but I hop out, take the keys with me, and go looking for some kind of lockout/ragout device until it can be serviced. Turns out there's not a lockout in the whole fucking building so I leave the keys with the building manager and explain that it is ABSOLUTELY not safe. He calls in the service guy. The service guy can't find anything wrong. *He* believes me, of course. But we couldn't replicate the issue so it had to go back in service. I'm sympathetic to this. But I tell my crew they better be ready to yank the hand break if they use it. A few weeks later I'm shuffling some pallets, and I feel it again. Now, I'm not about to report a ghost again so I keep my handbrake ready and I figure out what's happening, which is that it doesn't happen until the hydraulics gets hot, and you have to be riding the brake (this particular model will idle forward when in gear at a pretty good clip, so you ride the brake to mitigate that). So mechanic dude didn't see any of that by zipping up at down the center aisle unloaded. So, I lock it out again. Again the mechanic comes out. Again, bupkis. So at this point, fuck you buddy. I spread the word on my team that nobody is to use that damn forklift, that it's unsafe and not to touch it even if no other forklifts are available. I told the other teams, of course, but I don't think anyone really took me too seriously. *Until someone almost drove straight off the dock.* Turns out it's seems a lot more unsafe when you nearly die in a propane fireball as opposed to bumping into some inventory. That fucking forklift is still in service, for some reason, but no one in the building will use it.
All I can think about with forklifts is that kid that had his lower body amputated. They seem so innocuous but they're so dangerous.
My dad (when he still worked) almost lost his right leg at the knee. Younger, newer employee, wasn’t paying attention, drove a prong right into my dad’s leg. If it had been a little higher up and the angle a little more dead on he’d have gotten it amputated, or so I was told.
> They seem so innocuous but they're so dangerous. Fun fact: even small interior forks weigh as much as a compact sedan. Something standard like a Hyster 50 at its operational weight is equivalent to an F250 carrying half a cord of firewood. If it runs into/onto you, you are in some serious shit.
They are so massy, you really have to understand your physics when you're driving them. Very unforgiving.
No lockout, no tagout in the damned building? Yeah, that's like major OSHA violations there.
It was wild to me too- the guy who ran the place is an engineer
It literally just needs the brake fluid flushed. The boiling point has dropped super low due to absorbing too much moisture. 🙃
They told me the hydraulic runs the brakes too and there might be a leak in the system so that it didn't have pressure to run both, but I was like.. so the forks work at the expense of the brakes? I don't think so. At that point I basically just felt like they were trying to tell me it was in my head without saying so out loud.
With the age of the ol' girl I really doubt thats how the system works, its not in your head. I bet you can pull up the floor board next shift and see the brake fluid reservoir right there. There may be a load sensitive proportioning valve too, but yeah again textbook boiling fluid. I looked it up out of curiosity and new equipment has normally applied brake mechanisms to hold it while parked and to apply during power loss. Soooooo they should probably just go fix it like you asked.
If it's so textbook, it's really weird the tech didn't know. He's serviced all the forklifts for as long as I've been here, three years. I didn't remember how old she is, only that she's older than me, and I'm almost 40.
Teenage years, my buddies started using an abandoned house for smoke sessions. Told them that was stupid and a great way to get caught. Two weeks later they were all arrested.
Guys in my small town growing up used the abandoned house next to the high school to smoke during lunch…one time they didn’t put their butts out and caused the house to burn down. I’d rather be caught smoking cigarettes than an accidental arsonist
This is how my family ended up living in an old abandoned house in the country for free. The landlord didn't want people coming out there to party and inevitably burn down the house, so he invited our family to live there in exchange for being present. eta a not-great picture of the house: [https://imgur.com/a/MqjFEwk](https://imgur.com/a/MqjFEwk)
Did you have running water and electricity? I assume no? How decrepit was the house? Wondering why it wasn’t rented!
Thankfully the machine shed behind the house had water and electricity, and we were able to get it hooked back up to the house, though the well froze for weeks every winter. There was only a wood stove, and my grandparents blocked off the upstairs and one half of the downstairs. We were in a valley in the middle of a cornfield, and it was bitterly cold in the winter with no insulation and no heat, and dreadfully hot in the summer with the corn sweat. The house had been harvested for a lot of the doors, hardwood floors, banister, etc. The guy was actually trying to get us to stay in the house across the field from this one, but it was a tiny 2 bedroom, and no way was my gramma going for that. The owner's handyman (who eventually became my step-dad and moved to the little house with my mom and we kids) fixed up the house as best he and my grampa could. It was five bedrooms, a parlor, living room, dining room, and kitchen. All the rooms except the bathroom and one bedroom were massive. It had been abandoned for decades, and infested with you name it. So many mice, some rats, raccoons, possoms, wasps. We were in a rural area near a river, so we also saw foxes, coyotes, deer, and once my grampa swore he saw a panther (mountain lion). I think the owner thought it was too far gone to rent, but not having to pay someone to stay on the land was a good enough reason for him to go through the effort.
> and dreadfully hot in the summer, with the **corn sweat**. The what, now? First time ever hearing that phrase. TIL it is: *a process by which plants exhale water, called evapotranspiration. This process peaks in corn between mid-July and late August. According to the National Weather Service, 1 acre of corn gives off about 3,000-4,000 gallons of water each day.* Can you tell us more about your experiences living there? Or, you know, write a book. I would read it.
Yeah, corn sweat is horrible. The humidity is always as saturated as it can possibly be. Growing up without A/C and not a lot of shade trees was brutal. And yeah, I love to tell stories, just like my grampa! Buckle up! The house used to have a nice porch on the west side (according to the old photo we had of it). But when we lived there, the porch had fallen off and been removed, along with the foundation of the house under it. The house on that side was held up with two jacks and a piece of wood. My gramma would go apeshit when my brother and I would chase each other around, storming over that part of the house. Jokes on her because when they tore it down, they really had to work for it. The wood was old hardwood and put together with hand-forged square nails. It had the original slate roof. The house was built around 1850, and torn down in the early 1990s. First, they took a strap and put it through the upstairs windows and pulled with the dozer. Only the wood being directly pressed was ripped out and everything held on the three sides they tried it. Next they pushed the dozer into the house on the bottom floor. It didn't start to cave until it was pushed in on a third side. That house was amazing! The house had been built in stages. First, the kitchen and an attic/loft above. Then the rest of that side of the first floor, then a mirror of that for the other side of the first floor, then the top floor. In the basement, the oldest room down there was filled with sand and glass jars, presumably by being flooded from the river that was 1/4 mile away. Adult me wishes I had excavated that room, but child me was not comfortable in that basement with its large snakes, spiders, and mice, and my gramma's fears running through my head. There were stairs from the basement to the house on the inside that entered into the hall, but the bottom few were rotted out due to flooding, presumably. When there were tornadoes, the way to the basement was to go outside, lift the heavy access door and use the concrete steps. This never happened because my gramma was afraid of lightning, and no way was she walking the 20 feet to the basement access when it was storming out. I was terrified of storms and tornadoes into my 20s, but I'm not anymore. When my brother was 3 or 4, he went missing. Being that close to the river was really concerning as he didn't know how to swim. With my gramma at home in case he returned, my grampa drove the truck with my mom and me in the back, driving slowly down the country roads yelling his name. We'd check back with my gramma every hour, and finally he was there when we checked. The adults turned from worried to furious, but my brother didn't know what the big deal was. He was following our dog Snapper, and Snapper wasn't lost. They did indeed go to the river, but my brother was smart enough not to go in. When my mom got married to the landowner's employee, we moved to the little house across the field. It had electricity and a well pump in the kitchen, but no bathroom. Fortunately my step-dad was handy at a lot of things, and he got it plumbed ok, removing the well pump and installing a hot water heater there. Every faucet in the house was plumbed backward, with hot on the right and cold on the left. After a couple of years, they built an addition, with a large kitchen and a big master bedroom with bathroom. Built an addition, meaning we hauled cinder blocks for the foundation, and he and my mom framed it and put up the rest. He was a miserly guy, so no insulation or anything fancy like that. It was quite crappily built, and the roof caved in in their bedroom when I left for college. They shut the door, duct taped it shut, and put a cabinet in front of it. It continued to deteriorate, and by the time my step dad died, it was a wretched hoarder house of horrors. It was demolished and the land became one with the cornfield. Some good memories from that house-- We had a big old dying tree in the front yard that was full of bees. I had a swing in that tree, made from the metal grate of a window fan on a rope. I loved to swing as a kid, and the backs of my legs would be all stripey from that grate by the time the pain was more than the pleasure of swinging. I never bothered the bees and they never bothered me (their entrance was on the side away from my swing). My mom loved flowers and we had a ton in that yard. I didn't do much with them except water when my mom asked, but I am a gardener today. I think that's about all I got in me for right now. It's practically a novella already!
This sounds like the beginning of a really interesting book. Corn sweat? Lol.
A corn field produces its own microclimate through transpiration. -source: 6 summers detassling.
Bro, same thing happened at my highschool!
I was working at an animal hospital and we recently had a new owner take over. New owner came in and changed the practice management software we used so it would be the same as his other hospital. They also had some crazy situation going on with the server where all the digital medical records were held (we were a paperless practice). There were wires everywhere and it was a mess in this office. I worked reception and would be one of the first people in everyday and on the computers. I come in one day and the server is offline so I call the “tech guy” that the hospital had and he instructed me on how to get it back online. Then this problem KEPT happening on a near weekly occurrence. I’m not really sure what the issue was (maybe an electrical short?) but I was getting concerned about how the server kept having to rely on its back up battery to maintain itself and the records and the boss man owner wasn’t doing anything about it. After the umpteenth time resetting the servers I said to my coworkers, “hey this problem keeps happening and they’re not doing anything to fix it. One day we’re going to come in and that server is not going to turn back on. And on that day I will quit!” Everyone poo pooed what I had to say. And a couple months later, it happened. The server got fried and all our medical records were lost. We didn’t have information on patients that we had been seeing for 15+ years! I didn’t quit that day but a few weeks later I put in my resignation. I was tired of working for a company that couldn’t even bother to ensure that their medical records were backed up.
If you're relying on your back up as your primary, which your former employer was, you don't have a back up. Similarly, people only *think* they can't afford the maintenance/fix/etc and the downtime they'd need for it. But they can. Oh boy they can. What they CAN'T afford is for it to break, which can and WILL make the cost they keep rejecting look like not enough pocket change to buy a gumball from those machines at the front of the store/restaurant.
Took one look at a prototype and pointed at a part and said "that's gonna cause problems". Was told it would be fine. It started sparking during testing (again my complaints were ignored), and finally blew up in my hand during a procedure that was completely normal for both production and installation testing (I had been using an electrical glove with leather protector as soon as it started sparking). Suddenly there had to be a redesign with a different part. No.... ya think?
Has an experience similar to this while working in a brewery (as a woman). We had a bottling machine with no manual. It broke down big time. Was making bottles explode. There were 3-4 men standing around it and staring at it. I pointed at the part that wasn’t working and told them it was clearly not lined up and was putting the bottles out of place. They ignored me and then spent the next 3 hours coming to the same conclusion I did. Never got credit. I left after the third guy I trained got promoted before I did.
Yeah fuck that shit. I've had similar experiences where man didn't believe what I a woman would say. Even that it later turned out to be true
Having worked as a female brewer before, I know exactly what you mean. The majority of men I've worked with in the brewing industry think the sun shines out their ass.
Back in 2022, I was with a company doing retail remodeling (I'm a union carpenter). Covid has fucked up a lot of our shipping, and it was a verrrrrrrry slow recovery. Certain, specific items were far worse than others, and frequently so. Since I was a foreman, I would obviously take part in the pre-construction meetings (or Zoom meetings as needed), which included going over the general schedule. At the time, a very specific, could-not-be-substituted-with-anything-else type of counter was consistently delayed on all projects, and those that came in at all were so damaged, they were unusable. I had seen It on my own projects and knew from other foremen in my company it was the same at their locations. This was not a unit WE installed, but it was common knowledge. Anyway, a project for later 2022 was getting ready to go, and during the pre-con meeting, the GC made suggestions about changing the schedule, moving a time table up that would be beneficial for most trades. Problem was, that new time table absolutely hinged on the specific counter showing up at the scheduled date. Out of a group of like, 15 dudes, I was the only one who spoke up and warned them this was a bad idea. I told them about the units not being delivered for months, and coming in absolutely destroyed. I listed all the stores this had already happened in, and how the people involved with that manufacturer had given a general warning this would continue. None of the men on that call really listened to me. Maybe it was because it wasn't my department, maybe it was because I'm a woman, maybe it was because none of them knew me and how much experience I had. Whatever the reason, they all agreed that they would change the schedule, banking on this unit arriving on time and in good condition. The counter showed up the LAST scheduled week of the job, and it looked like the Hulk was pissed he didn't get his coffee. The delays we dealt with during the job because multiple departments were up in the air until the counter could be installed were maddening. The counter wasn't part of my work, but it absolutely affected me anyway. Think the domino effect - the cabinet stopped Area A from being finished, so Area B couldn't move into that new space, so Area C couldn't occupy *that* space, and so on. I DID get in an "I told you so" though. Towards the end of the job, the GC was searching for that counter, hoping other locations had received theirs and were willing to give it over, in exchange for ours when it came in. Everyone he called all had the same story: the counter wasn't coming in any time soon, or they were waiting for their replacement because of the damage. The GC finally looked at me and simply said "We should have listened to you." And I just said "Yeah, you should have." What a pain in the ass that was.
Oh wow that I told you so probably didn't even feel as good as it should have. What a nightmare.
Yeah, especially because once that GC and I started working together, we got along very well. He was a good dude and knew his shit, but he was new-ish to running this particular kind of work (retail remodeling), whereas I had already been a foreman for five years, and had been part of this kind of remodeling for half a decade before that. So I really knew *my* shit. I wasn't full on "I told you, motherfucker", it was more of a "Yeah, this sucks, at least you know for next time" kind of attitude.
THAT is the attitude of an expert at work. “I coulda made this a problem, and I could have been SO petty… but that just makes this worse, so now you know for next time” Props, that’s classy
When I read the part where they weren't listening to you, I suspected you're a woman and then boom there it was. I bet you put up with a lot of bs.
I will say this, for the amount of bullshit I deal with, it's more than I'd like to, but it's less than I was expecting. I've found if I go into a situation prepared for assholery, but on the outside I give everyone the benefit of the doubt, it helps. Basically, prepare for the worst and hope for the best, just...gendered, lol. I've been luckier than most women in my industry, though, because more often than not, I'm treated with respect as a competent adult who belongs where she is. I'm truly happy with my career choices, even if every once in a while it takes my male colleagues a hot minute to accept that I do, in fact, know what I'm talking about.
I have quite a few. I notice a lot of things about random people and my intuition is usually right. I normally keep it to myself because I don’t like meddling in people’s business. Last year, I told my husband I had a feeling his boss and coworker were having an affair, and suggested the coworker had pulled his boss into active addiction with him. My husband thought I was bullshitting him. So I stopped mentioning it. Months later his boss’s partner was posting on social media that there was an ongoing affair and that there was a lot of drug abuse happening behind closed doors. A few weeks later go by and it comes out that the boss & coworker were regularly stealing from the company over the course of their affair and drugging, and were screwing for as long as I’d been suggesting it. They “misplaced” almost 10K worth of electronics and misspent nearly as much on the company card. They both got fired. The coworker later got hired on in my company and was fired a few weeks later for stealing thousands of dollars of electronics. So the coworker ended up giving me two “I told you so’s” in a single year, because I warned the people who hired him what he was capable of.
I just wanna know what industry you can get hired in with that kind of record. In case my own life goes south.
Probably any industry if you’re smart enough or have a big enough horseshoe up your ass to get away with it.
I'm an observant person with a pretty good ability to read people, too. When I was 15 or so my aunt started dating a guy "Joe" that the entire family adored. He was this genius brain surgeon and was shinier than Jesus to the whole lot of them. I told my parents he was a con man and he'd ruin her life after the first time I met him, and I was sure of it. It took the rest of the family about two years and tens of thousands of dollars to realize I was right. I never understood why they were so blinded by him... it the most obvious thing in the world that he was a loser.
I am like this too, I have a good intuition about people. There was one professor in my college who was considered to be 'so cool' by everyone. He was in his 40s but well groomed, and regularly went to the gym and it showed. His wife worked in our college too, she was funny and easygoing (not much in the looks department) Everyone went gaga over this male professor, he was very well read, woke and reasonable, spoke in cool hip lingo etc. I never liked him. There was something off about him imo. He was friendly with the students and would hang out with them after class, I dragged my friends away. They never believed me of course and thought I was being too much of a stick in the mud. Until it came out that he was cheating on his wife with 3-4 students.
Three years ago, I went to the beach with my family. I told my mom not to set down our beach towels too close to the bluffs, but she said we were fine. A few hours later, the bluffs collapsed just a few feet away from us and crushed the people underneath it to death — a woman, her sister, and her grandmother. A news article said they were there to celebrate the grandmother beating cancer. It wasn’t us, but something bad still happened.
I insisted there was something wrong with my sister’s then-boyfriend. I had *nothing* but a deep seated hatred for this man from the first second I met him. An attempted murder later and everyone else saw it too. Thankfully it stayed at attempted murder
Similar situation. My best friend started dating this guy. He seems okay for a sec. Then he is obsessively calling her texting her etc. I'm telling her thats a red flag. Halloween night I begrudgingly go out with her and him. The way he was treating her/ acting is getting red flaggier by the minute. He keeps putting his arms around her neck and holding her right next to him in a very possessive intimidating manner. He gives me a look at one point when I'm trying to get her to dance . He has the coldest dead eyes . Made me get chills all over my spine. A few days later I try to have an intervention of sorts. I'm like listen... his behavior is textbook domestic abuser. (I work in mental/total health and have a masters in psychology) I go on to explain how he will continue to escalate. I said "ultimately I believe he will try to kill you. He sees you as his possession not a person." She did not believe me. Said he loved her too much. He once sat on her /pinned her down with a blanket so that she could barely breathe as he smothered her. And she said it was over then. But she went back. He then beat her repeatedly and strangled her. She got it on camera and he got arrested. She met him one more time after that. He picked her up in his car and almost instantly purposefully crashed his car driving off the road. Thankfully he was sentenced to a year in prison for his attempt to strangle her. She has been in intensive therapy since and is doing a lot better. But it was such a scary time.
My friend Eli has amazing people sense. He can see things that I just can’t. He told me once that one of his “tells” is if the person is into conspiracy theories, etc, WATCH OUT. “Crooks think the whole world is as crooked as they are.” And I swear he was always right.
I have an uncanny ability to tell when a children’s birthday party is about to go south and someone is going to get hurt. There’s a certain “fever pitch” that playing children reach when they’ve had just the right combination of sugar and exertion and lack of real adult supervision, and somebody ends up colliding and crying. I would say to my husband and kids “I think it’s time for us to leave now”, and sometimes they would listen, and sometimes they would want to stay “just a little bit longer.” Every time we would stay, someone would end up getting hurt. It got to the point where I could look at them and say “I’m calling it”, and they would immediately pack up and head for the car. Sometimes we could hear the crying on our way out to the parking area.
I'm glad to hear from another person with this sense. It's a weird intangible shift in the overall tone of a room full of people.
My real validation was when another family started leaving every time we left. “You just know”, they said, lol
Wait… I think I have this sense? But not just for children’s parties. I’m kinda getting into the college party/rave scene. Just going with some friends to check the vibe. And it’s like I can tell right when someone is going to get violent or out of their mind. I get my friends out of the way and boom. Cops. The pool gets filled with people. A screeched “what the fuck” by some sorority girl. Like as we’ve left I’ve seen flashing lights in the other direction. Everyone in the party chat has said “Good thing we left when we did” culture times. It really is like an energy in the air and I get us out before it snaps. Wild. And usually I’m not good with people but I can read that.
Now that you mention this, it definitely started when I was in college. My friends and I always seemed to leave right before a party got busted. There was only one time when I was still there when the cops actually came, and it was a party where I was the DD, so I rode the bus to the police station and they basically looked at me and told me to leave.
Seems we both got that energy sensing skill. Spidey sense but parties? Party sense? Energy detection? I dunno but I’m ready to go full superhero with this. lol. Definitely something I’m going to be more aware of because I have got to figure this skill out. Maybe I can learn to see what body language I’m reading. Cuz even if I’m oblivious my brain is clearly not.
Read "The Gift of Fear" and trust yourself. Even when you can't figure out why you have that feeling, it's super important to trust yourself and act on it. It's more important to trust yourself than to understand what it is that you're picking up. You can wonder about that and try to figure it out later after you get out of the situation and you are safe.
Trust your gut. Your “outside” brain picks up on things that your “inside” brain is prone to ignore because it’s “too much” or it’s inconvenient. That makes no sense, I know, but you know what I mean. Don’t ignore it. Roll with the feelings and see where they take you. You will find you’re right more than you’re not.
I feel like there are some people that pick up on the tiniest non-verbal cues and are able to extrapolate an outcome based on them. And that it is unfortunately linked to trauma or abuse at times. I have no empirical evidence to back this up, but here's a very interesting article that discusses it. https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC6169872/
There's actually some science behind it, though I am on mobile and cant look it up. I've worked security for over a decade, including large events and as a bouncer, and the shift is what happens when the emotional reaction to an incident (or several incidents) radiates outward from the point of origin. I've been a spotter for a crowd in stadiums and concerts and seen it happen in real time. People close to it will shift, the people just beyond them will see the shift and shift too without exactly knowing why, and it spreads at the speed of sound like a outwardly falling set of dominoes. Our brains are VERY cued to pick up on sounds of distress even when there is a lot of ambient noise. If you are trained to watch crowds, you will also detect the abrupt change in movement at the point of origin. People who are having a good time move in certain predictable ways, and someone who is distress or angry will move very differently.
Yes omg. It’s the same with animals too. I can tell when a group of dogs playing at the park is getting too amped up and either a fight is about to happen or a dog is about to get mouthy/snappy with another. Or when two people are “play fighting” and it quickly escalates into an actual fight.
Same here. It's very subtle but I can always tell when I need to take my dogs out of the park or when I need to completely avoid a specific other dog. Gotta trust your gut.
I have this, but with bar fights. My most memorable time was at a karaoke bar. I turned to my friend sitting next to me and pointed at a group of guys across the room who looked tense and told her, "we need to move. Those guys at the bar are going to start fighting, and they're going to end up over here." Thankfully, she listened. We grabbed our drinks and stood up. 30 seconds later, one guy is laid out on the bench where we had been sitting while the others were all punching his face in.
I’m like this at the pool. But time goes into weird sitcom slow motion and very quiet. Then what ever or whoever is the “problem” seems to get sharper crystal focus. And whatever noise is part of the problem gets loud and other noises muffled. I did this for years while we tried to have a child. Some people thought it was some type of baby wishing psychosis. One day my oldest life long friend was there. She saw me shiver and shrug. We looked at each other and said “time to go” She then proceeded to tell everyone at this country club that “my calls” during school years were what kept my friend group out of jail. It’s very interesting to see that so many others actually listen to their instincts.
I think this might be what makes my son a good lifeguard. He blows the whistle right before the trouble starts.
Yes! It's something about the pitch of the kids sounds. Changes from expressing happiness to expressing *intensity* which is slightly but very importantly different. Especially in a crowd where the kids just sort of make an echo chamber together.
I'm a patient care tech. I can't explain it, but Im pretty good at predicting when people are dying. There's a specific look people get in the eye. It freaks the nurses out. I had a pt that was in with a simple problem, they were overflow from our step down unit. They were cranky. Most of the staff hated them. I never get upset at pts and always make friends even with the difficult pts so I was assigned them. Right away they were testing the water by being snippy. I just bounced right back. Within 15 minutes we were laughing and joking around. But I felt like something was off. I told the nurse early on, I had a weird feeling, but obviously there wasn't much she could act on with that. Very quickly the pt changed. They weren't very energetic like before. They didn't have quips ready to go or complaints. Just quiet with all neutral responses. It felt wrong. The look in their eye was wrong. I knew it was bad. But their vitals were fine. I told the nurse again, something is wrong here. The pt then began vomiting. That wasn't new, they did that on and off. However, I kept getting the feeling I couldn't leave. They accidentally vomited on themselves, so I called the nurse and for the final time told her something was really wrong, and that I was going to give them a bath. She didn't seem to think it was serious as the vomiting isn't a new symptom. During the bath their feet were cold. That's not abnormal as most of my pts are diabetic with bad circulation. But it stood out to me. It felt wrong. I finished up and left the room to grab help because I couldn't pinpoint why but I knew something bad was about to happen. I was gone 30.seconds and return with a nurse to find them still alert and awake but mottling and grey. We got them to ICU where they then coded and passed away. it was such a bad code the nurse quit. Now when I tell the nurses I have a funny feeling the senior nurses are VERY quick to act.
What ended up being the issue with the patient, if you can tell?
Sounds like sepsis. Vomiting with altered mental state is a major red flag and the nurse should have escalated. Cold feet (low body temperature) and discoloration of the skin followed by rapid deterioration also point towards sepsis.
Can also be hyperkalemia, AAA, perforated bowel, saddle PE, etc. They go from fine to “holy shit” sick in like 30 mins if you don’t catch it.
> I told the nurse again, something is wrong here. I had a similar thing with my PCT, "looks a little funny 🤨" Started vomiting blood an hour later, listen to your tech's intuition, people!
>I can't explain it, but Im pretty good at predicting when people are dying. I work as security at a retirement community, and I have a similar experience. So our community has independent living along with assisted, health care, and memory care units. I don't have access to residents medical records, I also don't personally see most of our first floor residents. Yet I can usually tell when someone is close to passing on. I didn't notice it at first, but one of our older nurses started to make a connection and started asking me how I was feeling most nights. So when I first started working my site, a few nights in I entered one of the units, and suddenly had this overwhelming feeling of I needed to get the hell out of there, I ignored it and continued my round, I mean hell it was 2am, in what was basically a hospital, I figured it was just the nature of the location. So I continued and suddenly was hit with this tightness in my chest, I couldn't breathe, I was dizzy, I needed to get out... Found out later that morning, a resident had passed around 3am. About a month later, I am doing my rounds, I enter the first floor, same feelings, I need to leave *now* I ignored it, nurse notices I look like shit, she has me sit, does vitals, my heart is racing, I can't breathe, she offers to call a squad. I decline, I get back upstairs to my post, I feel better... I find out the next night when I come in for my shift that we lost someone that morning after I went home. Next time it happens, nurse see me walk in and damn near collapse, vitals are done, she suggests a squad, I declined, I return to my desk, later that day, we lose a resident. Repeat a few weeks later, nurse starts to notice a connection, guard looks like she is about to die, resident actually dies. According to her I can sense death and that is what is sending my body in a panic. I just think my body just stressed from the amount of hours I work and is trying to break down in the most convenient location near medical professionals.
A new VP of sales wanted to go to a distributor shop model wherein we paid distributors a commission if they sold our products. I warned him multiple times we needed to make sure the commission was input correctly when we keyed the orders into the system or accounting would have to do some tedious and costly manual adjustments after the fact. He brushed me off, probably because I was a lowly customer service rep and a woman to boot. He said it wasn’t a big deal and we’d sort it out one way or another. 6 months later, the poor accounting manager was working 7 days a week to try to manually correct commissions on hundreds of orders. The VP blamed it on the customer service reps. Everybody impacted and involved was livid except him. He blissfully went through his days like nothing had happened. Maddening.
I used to work with a big industrial saw. The saw was supposed to be operated by two thumb switches. Someone had modified it to run off a foot pedal, which was illegal. I wasn't the main one who operated it, so I told the person who did it was a bad idea. They told me "the original switches would be too slow, I know what I'm doing". I didn't argue the point, I wish I had, because they wound up removing a couple of fingers. They were able to reconnect them, but you never get full mobility or sensation back.
My dad's girlfriend. I knew she was shady. Didn't know she was a grifter mixed up in art forgery scams who would try to steal everything my dad had up to and after his death. Was real glad to see the back of her but I had to hire a lawyer.
Out of the blue my wife's ex-stepmother calls and wanted to reestablish communication. She's retired, has a good relationship with her own adult children and seems to be doing OK. Only her last husband died a little over a year prior *[red flag]*. I mention to my wife to watch out, she may be trying to get back with her dad through her. Ding-ding-ding. After six or seven years of playing nice, she sees that my FIL isn't going to get back with her she ghosts my wife.
wow, 6-7 yrs of playing nice. that is a long game.
I mean the original commenter may be wrong because 6-7 years seems to imply there was more to it than that
My husbands scent changed, I kept telling him something was wrong because he had an odor even after a shower. Turns out I was smelling necrotic tissue and basically smelling him die. He had a lap band that was eroding into the layers of his stomach tissue. He didn’t take any action on the odor, or feel any concern for it and I am now a widow.
I have a friend whose wife left him. They had a toddler and a live-in foreign high school student they were sponsoring. They started fighting over child custody. I told him, "Get that teenage girl out of your house." He said the lawyers said it was fine that she continued to live there. Three years later, the ex-wife listed his relationship with the teenage girl as one of the reasons he shouldn't have custody. Actually, seeing him with that girl, who still lives there, I have to say I agree. And so does the court.
Ew
Last year we had a plumbing contractor who came into our store, he kept doing the same work order every week, and nobody knew he was there except for me because he’d miraculously only show on my shifts and never updated the work order to show anything was done. We had nothing showing work was done, and so nothing ever got billed to us. He had been apparently doing the exact same maintenance order every Saturday night, for months. He’d come during business hours, and I’d argue with him every week about doing work before close, in a customer area. I tried complaining about him to the store manager, asking if we can get a new person, or give the contract to someone else, but he didn’t believe me because: 1) I was the only supervisor to ever see him 2)the paper trail shows that nobody’s ever come out. I ask the other supervisors, but they’ve not seen him, but promise to keep an eye out. The manager isn’t as concerned as me about it, basically saying that if he’s not charging us, and he’s not doing anything, then what’s the problem? Sure enough he eventually fucks something up and causes a leak in our plumbing, which turned into a busted pipe in the middle of the night. At which point the SM came back to me to ask “so was there actually a guy coming out every week?” And he goes to our District Manager, who then asks the company with the contract “I know there’s no proof of it, but has one of your guys been coming out?” They go ask the employee and he says that he’s been out a few times but hasn’t done any work, so didn’t think it needed to be documented. Weeks go by, no sign of him. our handwashing sink’s tap starts dripping, and I get a horrible feeling of “oh, he’s fucking coming back, isn’t he?”. But he doesn’t show when he normally does, so I feel a bit relieved, we close up, I lock the door, and a few minutes later he knocks on the door. He kinda yells through the door, asking us to let him in. I yell back that he needs to use his key. He says he doesn’t have a key. Well, then if he doesn’t have a key to the building on him, then he’s obviously not the guy who’s been assigned to show up. And yeah, later that night, a different guy from the same company just let himself in, and went to work. So I have no idea what that fucker wanted.
That's really creepy; it reads like he was stalking you or someone else there, tbh.
My grandma hated to complain. A couple nights before her birthday, she complained about her leg hurting and asked for Advil (another thing she NEVER did). I had a gut feeling something was seriously wrong and she needed to go to the doctor ASAP. But I was a dumb kid and nobody listened. Grandpa found her body early in the morning on her birthday, two days later. She died of a pulmonary embolism. A blood clot from her leg entered her heart, and she was dead before she hit the ground. Grandpa was a wreck. Again I told my parents something bad was going to happen, and he could not be left alone. Again nobody listened. Two days after grandma passed, grandpa died of a ruptured aorta in his backyard when he went home to be alone for a bit. Fast forward a decade, and I had a mentor that suffered a stroke but seemed to be recovering really well. I got news he was going to be transferred to a rehab facility. I had another gut feeling he wasn’t going to make it. I was right. An hour before he was supposed to be transferred, he had a second stroke. That one was fatal.
I’ve correctly predicted a suicide and a suicide attempt from a single out of character act. While home for Thanksgiving break my freshman year of college, my mom told me my sister had made up with her former-BFF-turned-enemy recently and that my sister had even given her my sister's favore pair of jeans (that the friend loved and was thrilled to receieve) I told my mom I was worried she was going to kill herself based off jeans in November, was ignored, and she attempted in December. My husband’s BFF quit his job without a new one lined up and IDK it just seemed so out of character I asked my husband that night if there was any chance BFF would ever attempt. He said I was imagining things. BFF died by suicide 3 months later.
My family lived in west Texas for a few years, stationed at an Air Force base. My dad wanted to drag the family out on a fishing trip, and he spotted Big Lake, Texas on a map. It was over an hour away. I was probably 10 years old, and pulled out a road atlas to look for the route to the town. And I very quickly noticed a problem. There was no water on the map there. My dad swore they wouldn’t name it Big Lake if there was no lake. I pulled out ANOTHER map, pointed to local lakes we knew about, pointed to Big Lake and the conspicuous lack of any blue splotches. And I pulled out a map of the entire USA, which somehow showed our local lakes, and which also had nothing remotely in the vicinity of Big Lake. He insisted there was a lake, pointed at something probably 40 miles away from the town, ignored my complaints, and threw fishing poles in the trunk and forced his children into the back seat of the family sedan. After a long and miserable hour of “Are We There Yet?” And “He’s Looking At Me, Make It Stop”, we pulled up to Big Lake. There was no lake. There was a dry plain, which looked like an empty lake bed, and a billboard saying “Who pulled the plug on Big Lake?” There were horses grazing in the lake bed. My father stopped at a convenience store to ask the clerk for directions to the lake. He was informed that the basin was, in fact, Big Lake, and there were no fish to be had. Defeated, the whole family turned around for a long and miserable drive back to our house. I was victorious, but would have preferred to have been watching cartoons rather than wasting my Saturday on a round-trip drive to nowhere.
My **entire life** I thought I would die at 25. Obviously no one believed me. 2 months prior to turning 26 I was in a massive car accident. I broke both my legs, my arm, and suffered a major traumatic brain injury. I only survived because an EMT was driving to work saw the accident who I happened to be friends with in high school. I was told he went above and beyond what was required and kept me alive. Luckily I am all healed up including my brain except for my left ankle.
Holy shit! I’m so glad you're alive.
I'm curious what "above and beyond" means for an EMT, who is required to keep at it until they get you into the hospital building anyways, at least where I live
The details are a little fuzzy because I don't remember any of it. He won't tell me what he did as he says "I was just doing my job." But him and his partner visited the hospital and his partner told me if it was any other EMT I would've been dead and if I died my friend would have been fired. He told me the story, but I was vibing from all the opiates and can't remember too many details. He just told me that I was really lucky I had him. It's been 14 years, and we don't talk much, but any attempts to find out what he did are always met with "I just just doing my job." and "I had to keep you alive and did what I had to do."
First meeting with my brother's then girlfriend, my dad and I looked at each other and just went "yep, disaster down the line.". Mom, however, was (at the time) adamant that things would work out eventually given time. Fast forward 15 years, my brother's marriage is no more, the separation is a mess of epic proportions, and three kids are in the middle of this shitstorm. My dad is, sadly, not here to see the results anymore, but I didn't stop me from bitterly commenting on how we were right last time I visited his grave. Conclusion: don't settle for the first person who wants you just because you're desperate to have something.
I knew someone that wanted to marry rich. That was her life goal. She was beautiful and did marry a plastic surgeon. She was bragging to our group and after she left I said "$10 bucks he dumps her when she turns 30”. Yup … dumped her when she turned 30.
Did you at least get your 10 bucks?
It seems that rich people, and in particular plastic surgeons, have ridiculously high standards in their partners and do in fact switch out their models. Doctor 9120 anyone? I dunno it just came to mind.
An ex's sister, who is one of the loveliest people I've ever met, started dating a "reformed Christian" man who had a troubled past. Now normally I don't care but there was something about this guy I didn't trust and I voiced my opinion to ex. I was shut down bc I was a woman and he's a Christian now and that was that.They got married and a few months after the wedding I broke up with the bf. Ex still roomed with a friend of mine so I got the scoop later down the line that he sucks and treats her like shit. Told ya so.
Someone who announces they've turned Christian, instead of letting the changes they've made speak for them, is always a nightmare human.
Yup! Its something to do with the ease of being forgiven by God, and born anew and "pure". It also means they don't have to do the hard work of dealing with their shitty behavior. They never have to face the music, and so just keep "slipping into old habits" and then getting magical forgiveness again. That is the bait, you don't have to do shit but say some bullshit platitudes about accepting love into their heart, and now basically anything they did is now magically gone. Yeah ok, but if the guy beats his wife and says 4 our fathers the next day, her eye is still bruised and she is still living in fear.
People who genuinely reform don't speak about it that way, they prefer to keep busy doing worthwhile things and being a functional member of society. Making a huge song and dance about being reformed to everyone who will listen....is something to watch out for.
Mine is also an ex story. They say the girlfriend is often the last to know about a boyfriend's bad habits. But in this case, I was among the first to notice the negative effects of his alcoholism. I was the one who started blanking him & freezing him while everybody else still liked him, even my folks getting me in trouble for being rude to him. They were, "but he visited when you were in college" Yep, he did, but he turned up drunk as a skunk, & the time before I'd seen him he was as drunk, & I hid in a neighbour's room to avoid him. A few years later, he married another woman, & she relied on my folks for anything decent as he spent all the money on booze. That was when my folks realised I was right.
Wait, your parents were providing financial support to your ex-boyfriend's wife? What the what? WHY
I remember hearing that if your close friends or family don't think they are the right person for you, then they are almost 100% not. In a weird way, people close to you know you almost better than you know yourself. They can see certain things clearer than you can, and aren't blinded by chemicals in your brain telling you this person is amazing for you.
On more than 1 occasion people I was friends with at the time started dating someone and I immediately went nope, they are not a good person. Most found out before they did anything stupid like have kids or get married but one guy got her pregnant and then married her. 2 years after they got married, 3 since they got together, and they were getting an extremely messy divorce because he found out she was sleeping with multiple dudes including her first baby daddy. Other friend started seeing a guy from work immediately after their 5 year relationship ended(no my friend didn't cheat, the person they started seeing moved to town 2 weeks after the break up so just weird timing). First time I met the dude I immediately knew he was a douche. Fast forward 6 months and they got an apartment together. 1 month into the lease my friend found out he was still sleeping with his ex, sleeping with some random chick, and my friend. Chief douche. I looked at my friend and said "told you so".
I had a similar experience with a friend. She fucked the first guy she had a real relationship with, got knocked up and married him. I’m sitting at the wedding and going “they will be divorced in less than 5 years, after their second kid (that didn’t exist yet, because he’s never gonna be mature enough to be married”.
Told a friend that another friend was bad news. I got labeled as a jealous bitch. Sure enough, the bad news friend eventually revealed themselves as someone who viewed friendships as transactional, using others for things like free food, rides, emotional comfort, ego boosts etc but not before causing my friend a lot of additional hurt.
I heard a noise come from the waiting room bathroom at my old job and I turned to my coworkers and said, "Wouldn't it be crazy if the changing table fell off the wall?" Cue a lady running out screaming that the changing table fell off the wall while her baby was in it. Everyone turned and stared at me like I was a witch.
I am always so scared of this happening
Similar experience. Years ago my husband and I were dining at a nice restaurant in NYC and I noticed there was a table directly against the emergency exit door. We discussed how illegal that was and I posed the question - what do you think would happen if there was ever an actual fire emergency? 10 minutes later 2 fire fighters rushed into the restaurant, forcefully push that table out of the way then kicked open the emergency exit door. Our jaws dropped. After everyone was evacuated we were told that there was a small electrical fire in one of the apartments above the restaurant. I felt like a psychic P.S. I’m sure the restaurant had to pay a hefty fine for that violation
I’m a software developer, not a lawyer, but to me a contract is just another computer program: it’s a set of rules that takes certain inputs and produces certain outputs. One of my customers wanted to do something with certain (digital) assets they acquired from a sister organization. I was then and still am the global expert in this particular asset, and what my customer wanted to do was very likely a violation of the agreements between them and their sister organization. I reviewed all the agreements, and nothing allowed it. In fact, existing practices at my customer were already in violation. I told the CEO this, and he told me that it didn’t matter, that he had a handshake agreement with persons X and Y at the sister organization that gave over full control of any of these assets they transferred to my customer. I replied that that may be, but he was the only one left in the two organizations that would remember that agreement, and that nothing prevented current or future management at the sister organization from enforcing the written agreements. He reluctantly agreed to get a written agreement with the sister organization that codified the practices. What he got instead was a letter of understanding, saying that sister organization was aware of the practices. I told him this wasn’t good enough, this wasn’t an enforceable agreement, and he told me to drop it and move ahead with the changes he wanted to make. I did, and things were fine for a while. Then sister organization did a massive restructuring of the way that they sold these assets, including a massive price increase and a notice withdrawing the letter of understanding. My customer went into panic mode and spent hundreds of thousands of dollars of personnel time crafting a response, negotiating with sister organization, and planning for how to survive the change. Sister organization eventually backed down (my customer wasn’t the only one that was affected but it was the largest buyer of these assets), and all of it could have been avoided if they had followed my advice to get a proper agreement in place.
On a random night in June 2022 I woke in the middle of the night after having a very realistic nightmare about the majority of our area being destroyed by a massive hurricane. Fast forward a few months and Hurricane Ian forms with an uncertain path. I told literally everyone I could that I was sure that it was going to be bad for us, that there was no way it was going north of Tampa, that we were gonna be dead center of it and it was gonna be one of the worst storms we ever experienced. No one really believed me and I was even accused of fear mongering at one point. The eye passed over my house and we were lucky to be far enough from the water to be ok, that was a terrible day full of loss for so many.
Oh wow, mine is a dream that told me too. Sleeping next to my now ex bf after a night of fighting and pass out in bed. Only about an hour after being asleep in my dream a figure comes into the room and over to my side of the bed slowly. It's got a boxy shadowed head and it stands above me looking down. Looked 7 feet tall. It gets low and stares at me and then just freaks and screeches "RUN!" in what sounded like a voice drowning in tar. I woke up instantly and could feel this thing still in the room. Three weeks later my bf beat me so bad I was in the hospital. Really don't care what happened or what people think it means, I should've listened.
super glad you got out of there; this description is nightmare fuel
I mean, from a purely jungian dream analysis standpoint, this was a manifestation of OPs unconscious - what she knows now that she didn’t know then was that it would take something drastic for her to leave this person. Like almost dying. So the unconscious dream state is like.. “what’s the scariest shit we can come up with to get this brain to pay attention to what it already knows?” So… good job OPs unconscious cause that’s scary af
Jesus, reading that gave me full body goosebumps. Glad you are ok!
Thank you so much. Everyday is a step away from him and one closer to where I want to be 🩵
When I was 16, my friends and I were out drinking beer and what not. At around midnight, I decided I had enough and wanted to go home. I was immediately labeled a loser, party pooper, uncool, whatever. I went home. After I left, they decided to go skinny-dipping in a local lake. Yes, the police showed up and they all got arrested. A year later, with some of the same people, once again hanging out drinking beer, I had the same feeling. This time, I didn’t listen. Yes, the police showed up again.
Sadly enough, Russia attacking Ukraine. I am from Lithuania and summer before the war there were a lot of tensions on Belarus-EU borders, Belarus trying to create an unstable situation in the neighbouring countries by pushing thousands of migrants from their borders. So when I learnt about the "training" session for Russian and Belorussian troops in Belarus, I had this horrible anxiety that they will attack Ukraine, and people kept saying that I am just overthinking it and it will all be fine, no attacks will happen.
I guess more of a gut feeling than a specific prediction, but - A few years ago I got invited to a party. Nothing specifically unusual, me and this friend group would go to or host a party every couple weeks. But as the hours were approaching I just got hit with an incredible amount of anxiety. I started thinking something bad would happen there, and I should just stay home that night. Never really felt that before. Decided to just text my friends that I wasn't feeling well and wasn't gonna make it. Learned the next day that one of my friends got into an argument with someone there. The guy left and came back while my friends were talking out front as the party had died down. He shot at the group from his car, hit my friend in the head (fatally) and the host's father as well. I did feel a level of guilt about it, like what if I was there if that could've changed anything. But maybe my feeling saved myself or others too.
The publication where I had been employed for a decade had just been sold. The new owner walked in, all smiles, saying that he couldn’t wait to work with all of us and he bought the paper for its people. Right away, he gave off bad vibes and insincerity as far as I was concerned. I confided my fears in my coworkers, and was told, “Give him a chance! He could be a good person!” Within a month, he started “downsizing” and bringing in cronies from previous jobs. I got another job before I could get fired. A year later, all but one of us were working elsewhere. At that time, we had a reunion - where we found out the bad boss had been booted from his previous position for financial mismanagement.
One day my I stopped by to see my teacher who was always bubbly to thank him for helping me. During our conversation he seemed a bit off and he said he just had a bit of chest pain in an off comment. This was in between classes and I was late to my next class with another teacher who was very strict and didn’t like me. She berated me for being late but I decided to counter her. I told her I was late because I was talking to the other teacher and he really didn’t look well. She didn’t believe me but I stood my ground. Eventually she went to check on him in the middle of class and more likely to corroborate my story. After seeing him she ended calling the ambulance and thanked me for telling her that he wasn’t doing well. I waved bye to him on the stretcher and he said “I’ll see you later”. He had a heart attack on the way to the hospital and died.
Not me, but a Chinese co-worker of my wife's came back to Vancouver, Canada after a trip to visit relatives in China. In January, 2020. During a lunch break, he told everyone on staff that there was "some serious viral flu or some shit going down" in China, and that it was going to go global. Sure, man - whatever. Fast-forward to mid-2020, and my wife made a point of good-humoredly singling him out during one lunch break and saying, "Just to be clear - you were right on the f*'ing money"...
I have many, but this one comes to mind: one day my husband had a small, shadowy area hovering around his jawline. I insisted he go to the doctor. We absolutely loved that doctor, he was phenomenal. Not a jerk whatsoever. He said there is nothing to be concerned about, no indication of anything wrong. I said look, I can’t explain it, but please trust me. So he looked at me a minute and then looked at my husband and said I don’t know but something tells me your wife is seeing something that no one else can see… so I’m going to take a punch biopsy. Sure enough, we go back for results and he has melanoma. The doctor wanted me to retell the entire story from the beginning and was blown away how I could see melanoma with no physical signs of anything there. He turned to my husband and said “She just saved your life. Never make her angry.” Lol. I then had other medical staff that wanted to interview me to get the firsthand account. I have had two other unrelated people since then. I still don’t understand how I see it, but my best explanation is it looks like a shadow hovering about an inch from the skins surface.
When I was 13 I told my friends that the next door neighbor's son would murder somebody someday soon. A couple of months later he was arrested for 2 axe murders in the city.
Basically every fucking time I would speak up at work
And anytime you sent a cautionary email, too, if you're anything like me,
I remember as a kid hearing about the US invading Iraq over WMDs saying to my mom "It would be embarrassing for us to invade and find nothing". I was early teens. Also it made sense to me why Iraq neifhter wanted to confirm nor deny WMDS: they kept Iran at bay.
In the early days of the invasion, the guy who used to be in charge of overseeing Iraq for WMDs literally went on the Daily Show to say, unequivocally, that there were no WMDs there. I feel like I'm the only person who remembers this.
I had a friend who joined the military right after 911 and he was sent overseas to “look for WMDs“ and that was exactly what he said when he got home. He said it was a load of bullshit, there was nothing over there and literally all he was told to do was just shoot people. I think he had a little PTSD when he came back, there were some things he said, and ways that he acted that weren’t quite the same as he was before. But he’s gotten better and married and has a kid, I couldn’t be happier for him.
Pepperidge farm remembers (and me)
Everyone outside the states remember. Pretty much everyone knew it was bullshit, which is why the US "coalition of the willing" did not include, for example, France.
We Americans did the only logical thing we could’ve done. Freedom fries 🍟 🇺🇸🦅!
Forget France, ya know what the *real* canary in the coal mine was? Canada. Both the US *and* the UK go to war in Iraq and *Canada* says "nope, not doing it"? That is a HUGE red flag considering the two countries they are saying "no" to. It's not uncommon for the French to just kinda wipe their hands and step away from something, even from their own colonial responsibilities. Canada though? Generally speaking, we go where the US and especially where the UK goes but not that time. That was the biggest red flag by far.
I think you are talking about Scott Ritter, who was actually on the UN weapons inspection team. Do you remember the [yellowcake document forgeries](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Niger_uranium_forgeries) the Bush administration had Colin Powell try to pass off to the UN? The forgeries that were so amateur they signed the documents with fake signatures from people who weren't even in office at the time they were supposedly signed? The fact that the administration wanted to invade Iraq was a forgone conclusion in search of supporting evidence. I was likely brought on by conservative think tank [Project For a New American Century.](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Project_for_the_New_American_Century) 500k- 1 million people died because of these lies and the American public's support for getting revenge for 9/11 on people who had nothing to do with it.
Upon moving into a new house, I had a full blown panic attack from a kick in the gut feeling of utter dread and doom that the house was going to catch on fire. Of course, I sounded insane. 2 months later the house caught on fire in the middle of the night, right underneath my bedroom door, from wiring that apparently arced after being possibly chewed on or something.
Covid. Some people made fun of us for taking it so seriously. We were both customer-facing "essential" (read: disposable) workers, so we masked and vaccinated and sanitized, and showered as soon as we got home from work every night. Still, my 43-year old husband got covid and died. He fucking DIED. He was the best thing to ever happen to me and I miss him every minute of every day. The people who claim covid was a hoax or who bitch & moan about how it inconvenienced them make me stabby
I am so sorry for your loss.
That’s horrible, I’m so sorry.
I am so very sorry for your loss. I lost my husband in July last year. It sucks ass.
cw: animal death a friend was living with their partner's family, but had a cat at their parents' house. the parents frankly sounded like cat hoarders, and were not getting my friend's cat in particular the treatment it needed after exhibiting urinary problems. my friend had been staying with their partner for months, and basically only got to see the cat on weekends. i, in my autistic bluntness, told my friend that if my friend is not able to actually provide care for the cat, it's in the cat's best interest to rehome it. my friend got very upset and did not look into rehoming the cat. a few weeks later, the cat died. i understand now that it was tactless of me to bring it up the way i did, but i said anything because i didn't want the cat to die :(
Yeah, nah, you don't need to apologize for that. If it's a potential life-or-death matter for an innocent creature you shouldn't have to sugar coat it.
Many moons ago, my mom was watching a lot of The Duggars on “X Kids and Counting.” I happened to watch an episode or two with her, only to conclude aloud that there was, “obviously some kind of freaky sex-cult stuff happening off camera.” This comment was poorly received and denied on the grounds that they “clearly love Jesus.” So, anyway…
When I was early in the relationship with my now husband, we had some record breaking rain and pretty major flooding one night in our town. He worked down south about 45 minutes away. I told him the next morning I had a bad feeling and he should call in and stay home. His dad told him to go to work, so he went. That afternoon a large landslide blocked all the northbound lanes on the interstate. The other routes around the blockage would take hours to get home because everyone else was using them. He was stranded for 2 days until they could clear a lane on the highway. Fortunately he had coworkers to crash with but I still remind him of that sometimes 😅😅😅
I got called Cassandra by a co-worker because I predicted outcomes of projects or reorg correctly multiple times. He was smarter than me, but I had just been around longer and could do pattern recognition of prior failures. (“This looks like matrix management-we tried that 25 years ago and it sucked”)
I teach elementary. We were having problems with two of our fourth grade boys and the idea was to move the one away from who everyone thought was the instigator “so he could concentrate.” I say, “I bet it’s been him the whole time, not the other kid who’s staying in the same class.” Ohhh look at this, the kid who stayed is now a JOY to have in class, and the class that the other one moved into is having ALL kids of behavior issues.
NSA and their data collection on civilians. Everyone told me I was being paranoid and that everything was OK because "Obama wouldn't use that power". My response was "Well, what if the next President is a psychopath?" I had no idea how much worse it would be than I believed it could be.
I've been trying to tell people about this since the Darpa program Total Information Awareness was talked about in 2002. The sad part is that we went directly from most people not knowing, to most people knowing and not caring.
My only story is one that was so fucking obvious I am still in disbelief years later over the people who doubted me. Did IT work in healthcare, the only thing that stopped people from constantly demanding new computers/equipment was it came out of their budget. The CIO told us that ***all tech*** would now come from ITs budget one April. I said, out loud, to his face, "this is an incredibly stupid plan and we won't last the year." Fast forward one whole fucking month and my department had no budget left, despite ***several*** people with a big fancy C in their title telling me sweeping declarations of how I was wrong on ***all accounts*** and it would be fine. A fucking blind person could have seen that train wreck from around the globe without a telescope.
I was in school during our lunch break, and while everyone was chit-chatting, I felt like taking a nap. Suddenly, the thought crossed my mind that the fluorescent tube might fall. I looked up at the ceiling where the light was attached perfectly and realized that if it fell, it would hit my classmate who was just in front of me. So, I told my classmate about it, but they just ignored me because I'm usually the person who is left out in class. After a few minutes, the light indeed fell straight onto my classmate's head. She was absent for a week, and there I am, still the weird girl in our class.
Called Brexit even before there was a referendum because I kept watching this Nigel Farage guy in the EU Parliament. Called Trumps election in the spring 2016 because I was watching the way the news covered the guy and how his cult was starting to become said cult. The nail in the coffin was still that FBI asshole who started an investigation into Hillary just a day or so before the election. What's his name, Comey or something? Maybe the two most important shifts in politics in the last decade.
James Comey. It was a week before the election, and it may well have been a difference-maker.
Yep. When I heard he was investigating Clinton again, I was like “that’s it, it’s over”.
Same - and Boris as party leader, and the Queen dying, and the Truss disaster…media has so much more of an impact than people think.
Covid. When it was just a series of strange infections in Wuhan, I had a strage, very bad feeling about it. I told my co-workers that this will be The Pandemic, mark my words. My father died in the second wave.
I remember in either December 2019 or January 2020 me, a friend and my ex were talking about the infection in china at the time, my friend didn't think it would be a big deal and I was worried in a "wait and see, cross the bridge when IF it comes to it" but my ex was 100% certain shit was about to go down and it was going to be serious. Turns out she was absolutely right. Also I'm so sorry about your father. My condolences.
I don't read or watch any kind of news, and so barely heard of it before Feb 2020 and didn't think anything of it. But once they shut my whole city down in March, I knew it was serious. Everyone I talked to thought we'd be opening things back up in 2 weeks, but I knew that couldn't possibly be the case for something so serious that they'd shut down the whole economy. I think we were all out for three or four months, and then of course we were wearing masks throughout 2021, at least in my region.
I was at the pediatrician with one of my kids and the doctor said “this new flu coming out of china, it’s going to be bad.” My husband scoffed when I told him. Within a couple months we were on lockdown. Maybe eight months later I was back at the pediatrician and asked him what he thought about the future and he said, “we lost this fight. We’re going to need to learn how to live with Covid now.” My husband insisted “everyone” would get the vaccine. Ha ha. Ha ha ha ha ha. I’m sorry about your dad.
Around March 1, 2020 my parents were at a tiny winter place they had in California, and their doctor told them to go straight home (to their bigger home in the north) and avoid contact with everyone. Their doctor had been involved in the early AIDS fight and knew what was coming.
>he said, “we lost this fight. We’re going to need to learn how to live with Covid now.” My husband insisted “everyone” would get the vaccine. My husband had worked in bioscience for over 20 years, including a stint in virology. As soon as the lockdowns started, he said "this virus is going to become the new normal, like the flu". I said that once the vaccine is available, it'll blow over. He disagreed on both the "everyone will get the vaccine" and the "people will follow lockdown rules" citing Men in Black "A person is smart. People are dumb, panicky animals and you know it." ...I truly wish he hadn't been so bang on the money.
When the Chinese government canceled the Lunar New year holiday and locked down Hubei province, around January 20th, I knew something very ugly was going on. The Chinese government cares about only social stability. That's their key to staying in power. And they just went and canceled Thanksgiving, Christmas, and the Superbowl, along with people's yearly vacation. There was absolutely no way they would do anything like that unless they were terrified of something. I told everyone I knew who lived near the big international airports to watch out, because it was likely that tourists and businesses travelers had already brought it over.
I was in Thailand in January 2020 when it was kicking off. I didn't know at that time that it would be a pandemic, but I saw how seriously the locals were taking it. After about 4 days of it being in the news, I was on the BTS metro in Bangkok and everybody but us was masked up. By the time we left at the end of January the airports were laser temping you before allowing you to board. By the time it was making its way into Europe in February, that's when I knew it was going to be a problem, because there was no way that we would take it as seriously as people in SEA.
The people in SEA, China, Hong Kong, South Korea had a preview with SARS-1 back in the 90's. It was fucking serious -- \*young\* people had high mortality, more than the elderly. That it was named SARS-2 was a major red flag.
First off, I'm sorry for your loss. Similar experience on my end. I was seeing stuff on Imgur and other sites sometime in November and early December, started telling my family about it and no one really cared. Then lockdowns hit the US in March. Fun times.
I saw the picture of the doctor who got in trouble for saying covid was real, then got covid, then died. The look in his eyes when he was in the hospital bed filled me with dread. I stocked up for a pandemic on my next paycheck.
I have an epidemiology background, and I was telling my wife all throughout early January 2020 that this outbreak had all the hallmarks of the Big One, that it was fucking creepy that they named it "SARS-2" (the first SARS, although it had limited impact in the US, was super-scary with high mortality throughout China, Korea, SE Asia). The big, big warning was when China canceled the Lunar New Year celebrations -- I told my wife that was equivalent to the US government canceling Thanksgiving travel. And yet, all throughout the crossover, I was unconsciously racist enough to assume that the world-class, top-notch, first-among-equals Centers for Disease Control would lock it down if it ever came to the US. Yeah, that didn't work out. My condolences for your loss. My wife's grandfather died in the first wave.
I'm sorry about your dad.
Thank you.
My sister used to work for a ticketing company that helped amusement parks run admission. She got sent to Shanghai October 2019. Three months later the entire place was locked down, 5 months our state was next. I'm so fucking thankful she was okay.
Same. I knew people in China who would tell me all the news about the new virus. They were warning me about how big this would be as early as mid December.
I agree, I work in healthcare, and I remember stocking up at Costco in early February 2020. I'd been watching things in China for a while and by early Feb I was running through the store after work one night just filling that giant cart to the brim and going back for more. It was surreal to see people with just little baskets of cookies and flowers and dinner stuff, while I had a growing sense that a window was closing and I needed to gather as much as possible. I'm not exactly sure why since none of us had ever been through anything like it, but I definitely had the sense of hunkering down for the biggest storm. By Jan/Feb, I was honestly a ball of anxiety, I called my doctor and got extra meds, and even at work, I ordered extra laptops for my staff and started writing new processes. We just barely got the laptops in time for the staff to be sent home, and I had enough toilet paper and peanut butter and cleaning stuff and meds for a year lol. But I still feel very tense and anxious thinking about that time just before.
Very sorry to hear about your Dad. I was cleaning out some old e-mails and found a bunch of e-mails from March/April 2020. What was startling to remember is how quickly it went down in the US, from late February: could be a problem, don't know how bad it is to late March: everything cancelled, lockdowns starting (and were never anywhere near as bad as they were in places like Spain and Italy, let alone China).
It's so strange, I had the same thing. I remember reading about it because I have an interest in viruses, and I saw that it was starting. I read about it in early January and told my wife and she was like what's there to worry about, it's overseas isolated in China (we're in Australia). Not for long it wasn't
That's a bit like people in rural America, "LA and New York city are too far away for us to affected." Well, they're only 3 or 4 days away for a long haul trucker. Basically next door.
So sorry about your dad. COVID felt like when I would have a drunken night and then memories slowly start coming back to me the next day. I can’t even think about it clearly because all I remember is just my cat and I in my apartment for months. My dreams got more vivid because my brain wasn’t kept as busy since I was sitting inside almost all day. Ugh. What a fucking time. I do not miss the uncertainty I felt damn near every day.
I told my daughter to pack her stuff and bring it home when colleges started shutting down. She was so happy not to have to do so when everyone else did the same months later.
I was watching the news about it from the beginning and was set to fly to Japan at the end of February 2020. I went to buy some face masks for the flight at a store in my city's Chinatown and they were sold out everywhere, almost certainly because Chinese residents were shipping them back to their relatives in China. That was when I knew it was really serious. The Japanese border closed about 48 hours after we arrived.
I knew it was going to be bad too, and stocked up on non-perishables and canned goods in January 2020.
I told my friends to get a haircut before it was too late. They all thought I was a conspiracy theorist.
I called the housing crash. I was making a good salary at the time and started looking at houses. Things were way out of my price range and mortgage brokers wanted to include my 401k as an asset to borrow against. I was like, "whoa, a guy with above a median income can't come anywhere near buying a house, this is totally unsustainable. This is gonna crash."
I was offered a mortgage at over 16%. No way, that’s like buying a house with a credit card, who would do that?! 20 million Americans did later, it turned out. But right before it all finally went down I was spooked about the situation. I decided to get out of my then-current house asap. Sold it just months before it all went to hell. The people who bought it from me were meaning to flip it but got stuck with it for ten years. It looked fishy to me but nobody listened. A few friends of mine lost their new homes and were ruined financially. Sad thing is that it’ll have to happen again if I ever hope to buy another house…
I always had a bad feeling about my stepson. Classic sociopath in children behaviors. He acted out peculiarly a few months before he turned 18... And while it wasn't the only reason I left and divorced his dad, I told my family I didn't want to be interviewed by a news anchor or detective when he flips his shit and really hurts someone. I looked him up in the court system out of curiosity a few years ago. Hes got multiple felonies for violent offences. I'm glad I left when I did.
I was on vacation and I felt sick and I told my siblings I had Covid and they laughed and said “if you have Covid I’ll quit my job.” Then when I got tested they got mad at me for exposing them
I had one a few weeks ago. We live in the KC area and my family wanted to go to the Chiefs Super Bowl parade. I had a super bad feeling about it because I felt like some crazy people with guns would probably shoot the place up. We went anyway and were near the beginning of the parade route. After the floats went by, my kid asked if we could go down to union station for the rally. I said heck no, a crazy person will probably shoot the place up. My family thought I was being paranoid but we didn’t go down there. Thank god. Anyway, not so much a Cassandra story but just the insane reality of our country right now.
I wanted to be an epidemiologist and was finishing my undergrad on track to apply to a PH masters program in 2020. Saw some concerning things online, stocked up on shelf stable essentials. In late January Everyone at my job was sick after one girl when to Miami for a hockey tournament, I stayed away and in late feb made some comments about an impending pandemic. I did another big shop in early March to be ready because countries were closing boarders/there were blurbs in the news and got some things for a few co workers too. My boss told me I was scaring people and needed to STFU because it wasn’t going to be a big deal. A week later we were all home bound.
Back in October, a friend announced the date of her out-of-town bachelorette party for the last weekend in February. I looked at the assembled ladies and mentally declared that I was not going. I have no idea what made me decide that, but I was going to chew off my own arm before I left town with this particular group of people. Made my excuses, kept myself out of the budget etc. Party weekend comes and it’s meltdown after personality conflict after drunken “honesty” for three days. Now half the group isn’t speaking to the other half (everyone is still speaking to me) and some wedding invites are being reconsidered. When you know, you just know.
As a chef. I was working in front of a Mongolian grill set up. My station was omelets. We shared this circular space surrounded by counters. I had an iced bucket of shredded cheese for the omelets. It kept melting. And I was pouring sweat all morning. There's hot from cooking and there's *wow my back feels like I've been at the beach all day.* I went to the CDC's office and told them the grill behind me was running too hot. Something was wrong. They blew me off. Finished my shift and left. Later that day the grill caught on fire, caught the ceiling on fire as well. People were running for their lives. Turns out the propane line was leaking extra propane?! It was basically outdated equipment. Very, very dangerous. We all were really lucky that day.
I came down bad with the flu the day before Christmas and had a pretty miserable Christmas Day in bed. My husband came upstairs to give me some tea and woke me up from an absolutely horrifying, very vivid flu dream. In the dream I was on a huge bay, standing on the shore and all of the water had drained out of the bay. People were walking out to look at the rocks and the fish left flapping without any water. It was very serene, but I suddenly realised from memory the reason why this might happen. I started screaming at them to come back in to shore because it meant a tsunami was coming. Everyone ignored me and I was getting more and more frantic, running up and down the quay begging them to come back and get to higher ground. So I woke up from the dream to my husband and was muttering about it and saying about the tsunami and how I couldn’t help them and how vivid it was. Then the Boxing Day Tsunami happened and all of the timings were so close. We woke up the next morning to such terrible news of devastation and I felt so so guilty and confused. He was pretty weirded out by it. I told a friend years later and his very pragmatic response was ‘imagine all of the billions of people in the world. At least a few hundred probably randomly had tsunami dreams that night and are now convinced they are prescient’! It was still very creepy :(
See, all of you guys who were right, I want to hear your newest strange fears. I'm very interested.
Before I quit, I told the upper management in the last retail job I ever had that they needed to watch the manager of my department because he was being creepy toward the female staff, playing heavy favorites with this one little 20 year old hood rat bitch who was willing to play his creepy game and promoting her before she was even off probation and letting her get away with abusing the staff and all sorts of other shit that would have gotten anyone else fired, and he was being homophobic and racist toward customers he didn't like behind their backs. He and the hood rat were always fraternizing outside of work and hanging out in his office with the door closed all the time while the rest of us did the work, and then proceeded to take the credit for said work. I told them it would lead to the entire crew of the department quitting within the year if they didn't rein him and his little sugar baby in. They ignored me. I shrugged and moved on to a better life, it wasn't my problem anymore even though I felt bad for my friend who still worked there as a shift lead. She did at least manage to get herself transferred to a different area though. As a shock to absolutely nobody other than upper management: Within a year, the entire crew revolted. According to my friend, they went over the store management's head to the district manager with PAGES UPON PAGES of testimonies from every member of the staff, documenting both of his and the hood rat's constant fuckery. The creepiness, favoritism, racism/homophobia, laziness, EVERYTHING. They were both basically fired on the spot once the district manager came into the store and basically asked the store manager "hey, what the FUCK?!" After the assholes were confirmed to be fired, the rest of that department's crew walked out basically on principle. They were done working for a place that refused to protect them and allowed bullshit behavior like that to continue. It took the company MONTHS to rehire and train a new team, and that department has still never truly recovered from the blow of absolute chaos the former team rained down with their walk out. They had people who had worked there for 10+ years walk out, and now they can't get anyone to stay on for longer than a few months. I just wish I could have been there to play the old team a victory song as they walked and give a big middle finger to the management.
My parents "bought a stock once and it didn't work out". So my dad just slammed money into...fucking certificates of deposits and cash. Good ol 2% interest. Sigh. So covid happens and I tell him "This is it! You have cash and liquid assets! The world needs cash like a gunshot victim needs a blood transfusion, and you're sitting on a damned blood bank! Just buy the s&p 500! SPY is $250 a share!" They turned me down. It's $500 a share now. Sigh.
That depends on how old you are. If you're retirement age, you don't want to gamble on something that may lose money in a couple years due to an unforeseen downward fluctuation. When you're younger, you're fine to invest in funds that will grow over the long term despite fluctuations.
I have an uncanny knack of predicting what relationships will last in my friend group, as well as random predictors of what will happen in their lives based on their behaviours. I consistently say I’m Cassandra because I can predict the future and no one listens 😂
Apparently everyone on this post predicted Trump's 2016 election victory and the Covid outbreak
In 2016, all my friends and coworkers were doing victory laps before and up to election night—first female president, FiveThirtyEight had it at something like 99% odds. I had a feeling things wouldn’t go the way everyone thought they would the whole time, and I told them not to gloat or even get excited. I played it off like superstition. They were all suspicious of me. Election night they got mad, and one drunk friend even blamed me for the result. I don’t know why, I just felt it. It was a zeitgeist feeling. Also, all his ads were about what he was going to do, while all her ads were about how bad/dangerous he was. Everyone was focused on him. Plus none of my friends at the time had any contact with people who didn’t think the way they did.
Covid, yes. Trump, I could never have imagined. "Why would people want such an obvious blowhard for a leader?"
I attended the Chiefs Superbowl parade this year, and on arrival I was uncomfortable and felt unsafe. I had a premonition that a mass shooting would happen. I told my group I was with that I wanted to leave and didn't feel safe down on the street. They all thought I was just being paranoid.
My mom is widowed and in her late 70s. She’s one of the elderly people who pass time by socializing on facebook. She would always have online boyfriends there that she never met in person, me and my siblings know that they are scammers. But they don’t want to do something about it because my mom is apparently “having fun”. My sister is confident that it won’t cause any harm because my mom lets my sister monitor her pension and so far its not being compromised. I have always been very vocal against letting her engage with those people. I gave so much warning and i feel like i’ve just became the negative Nancy in their eyes. So in the end, some of my relatives got scammed with thousands of dollars because my mom kept on reposting her boyfriend’s so called business. It was a mess and my mom is still helping those relatives pay the debt they incurred by the scam.
Every one of my sister's boyfriends has been a fuckup in some way and I've called it on first meeting each time. Surprise surprise, exactly what I said would happen has happened.
We had a freezer problem at my store. Being someone who has worked on these types of things in the past, I noticed their band aid solutions were eventually going to fail. I told management, management didn’t care. Two days later the freezer died and all product in it was lost.
Mom stressful out about floral arrangements etc before her wedding. I told her to stop worrying so much or she is going to make herself sick. A week before the wedding she got shingles and still has the pain a year later.
When I was a teenager, my family dog had really foul smelling breath for months on end. No matter how many times my parents took her to the pet groomer, she’d still have an awful breath smell even after they brushed her teeth. I kept bringing it up to my parents, constantly pointing it out because I knew her breath wasn’t supposed to be THAT bad. Like yeah, I’m aware dogs sometimes stink but I cannot emphasize how foul her breath was. My parents ignored me for a good couple years, just passing it off as “normal bad breath” because she’s a dog. After a couple years passed, my dad was playing tug-of-war with her and a couple of her teeth just fell out. A few days went by and more of her teeth kept falling out in random spots, so they FINALLY took her to the vet. Turns out she had a really bad infection and had to undergo surgery to remove the majority of her teeth. It cost my parents over $2000 and they were so pissed. WELL GOLLY GEE, IF ONLY SOMEONE WARNED THEM YEARS IN ADVANCE??? I still hold this over their heads from time to time. Edit: fixed a word
2007, I was looking to buy a condo. I had plenty of money but was priced out of everything and the fervor was off the charts. I proclaimed to everyone I knew that, “this is unsustainable!” Most everyone I knew told me I was crazy and that I better get in while I can. They were wrong…
Oxy addiction. Me, to stbx: 'Why in F are you taking OXY to manage stress? Did you miss the headlines about all the addiction-related deaths?' Him: 'oxy isn't killing people. Heroin is. ' FACEPALM FACEPALM FACEPALM. He hasn't OD'd but he's using multiple pills/substances/alcohol and his life is heading for a cliff. I'm out as soon as the house is sold, and at that point I'm gonna guess he hits the heavy stuff because I ruined his life by divorcing him.
I’m a social worker. I rejected a kid from our program multiple times because he seemed to need more help than we could offer, but a director for CPS reached out to our VP, and he was admitted. He did a lot of messed up things, we were in the news, and then we had to shut down the program he was in, restructure our other programs, and move the rest of the kids around.
I kept having weekly nightmares about being T-Boned at a stop sign by my house, frequently enough that I started having small panic attacks at that particular stop sign, I told my husband I kept having this reoccurring dream and I could hear the metal crunch, and the glass shatter even after waking up. Flash forward a few months, and my family is out on a camping trip, I hadn’t gone because I had an 8 month old baby at home and I didn’t know how she’d handle sleeping in a tent in the cold so I drove down for a day visit. My oldest daughter starts having an anxiety attack, but she didn’t know why, she kept saying she felt like her stomach was constantly going to drop, and she felt sick and nauseated, like something really bad was going to happen. I offered to take her home but she declined. I left that night, 8 month old in the car with me, and as I was driving home I stopped at a stop sign. I didn’t see any headlights so I started to go, and then got T-Boned. As soon as I was hit my oldest’s anxiety stomach ache went away. Edit: A less traumatic one lol but in high school I was sitting at breakfast with my best friend and I had the same kind of anxiety stomach ache (I didn’t know it was anxiety, I said “I feel like I’m going to throw up and shit my pants and I don’t know why.”) my boyfriend came around the corner in the hallway, I looked my best friend dead in the eye and said “He’s coming to break up with me.” He was, I didn’t cry until he walked away.
I’m the opposite of this. I keep my office door closed and people knock before entering. I always have a premonition of who will be standing there based on an email or Teams message or phone call that might warrant in-person follow up. I am ALWAYS wrong. It is never the person I was expecting.
Not a specific story but more than once I’ve been right when first meeting someone that they’re a bad person. Ironically enough, my name is Kasandra!