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My company accidentally paid someone for five years who never worked there

I work for a medium sized company. Nothing exciting. A few months ago, HR sent out a company directory update. I noticed a name I didn’t recognize. Daniel Carter. Operations department. The weird thing was that everyone’s profile had a photo except his. I asked my manager. He looked confused. “Daniel? He’s been here forever.” That bothered me because I had worked there for four years and had never seen him. I asked around. Everyone had a different memory. One person said he sat near the old printers. Someone else said he transferred to another building. Another person said he worked remotely. Nobody could describe what he looked like. Eventually, I searched the company database. Daniel had a full employee record. Start date. Salary. Performance reviews. Everything. Except no emails. No meetings. No access logs. No security badge scans. Nothing. I brought it to HR. They looked uncomfortable. They told me there must have been a mistake. The next day, Daniel disappeared from the director...

My wife left me after 10 years of marriage. She thought she was taking everything. She forgot who built it.

When my wife asked for a divorce after ten years together, she didn’t cry. She smiled. She sat across from me at the kitchen table and told me she’d “outgrown me.” According to her, I wasn’t ambitious enough anymore. I wasn’t exciting. I was too focused on work and “living like an old man.” The part that stung wasn’t even the divorce. It was when she said, “My family’s business will always be here. I’ll never have to worry about money.” I just nodded. “You’ll be fine,” she added. “You always land on your feet.” She wasn’t wrong. What she didn’t know was *why*. Her family owned one of those online businesses everyone thought blew up overnight. Millions in yearly sales, thousands of orders every week, warehouses, employees—the whole thing. To everyone else, her dad was the genius behind it. Behind the scenes… I built the website. I negotiated every supplier contract. I automated shipping. I handled payroll. I managed taxes. I personally covered cash flow whenever sales...

My First Nudist Resort Experience

This was back in 2019 I suppose. I had always been interested in nudism. I started researching it in high school and found out it was way more popular of a community than I thought. I spent almost every moment when home alone, which wasn’t frequent, naked in all my glory with the shades open. Only the cows could see me in my natural state and they are good secret keepers. I would listen to music, play video games, and read right in the buff. No one ever caught me except my sister once when she came home from college unannounced. She just walked by, laughed, and we never spoke of it again. Years came and went. Went to college, limited privacy for a few years until I got my own dorm. Then it was paradise city. My mother had to have questioned why I had such little laundry when I would come home some weekends. Girls also found out when Snapchat was in its heyday and regrettably there are many that seen me fully mounted. Graduation came. Lived at home for two years afterward to figure thi...

I needed money so I took a housesitting gig. Something happened and I can't sleep.

I'm a 22/F and I'm $51,000 in debt. That's not a number I'm throwing around for effect. That's my actual balance on Nelnet as of this morning. $51,312.84. I check it every day like it's going to change. It never does. My minimum payment is $487 a month. My rent is $1,100. My car payment is $320. My car insurance is $165. My phone bill is $85. My credit card minimum is $60. That's $2,217 before I buy food, before I buy gas, before I do anything. I work at a coffee shop. I bring home maybe $2,400 a month after tax. Some months less if they cut my hours. Do the math. I'm not living. I'm treading water in the middle of the ocean and the waves keep getting higher. I'm 22. I have an English degree from a state school that I'm still paying for. I live in a studio apartment in Bridgeport, Connecticut, because it was the cheapest thing I could find that didn't have mice. The walls are thin. The heat is unreliable. The landlord doesn't answer ...

My high school sweetheart left me because I only got D2 offers. Four years later, she called on NFL Draft night demanding part of my contract.

I grew up in a town where football wasn’t just a sport—it was pretty much the center of everyone’s life. Population was around 7,000. We had one Walmart thirty minutes away, one movie theater an hour away, and if you wanted something to do on a Friday night, you either went to the football game or you stayed home. Everybody knew your parents. Everybody knew your grandparents. If you had a good game on Friday, the cashier at the grocery store would tell you Saturday morning. If you had a bad game… You heard about that too. My name’s Mason Carter. I played wide receiver for Westbrook High. I wasn’t one of those freak athletes who could run a 4.3 forty or jump over defenders. I wasn’t the tallest receiver either. I was about 6’3”, 195 pounds by senior year. What I did have was hands. I caught everything. Didn’t matter if it was thrown behind me, over my shoulder, or six inches off the ground. If I could touch it, I was bringing it in. My quarterback always joked that I’d catch a brick if...

I Think My Aunt Was a Bakeneko

When my mother died, I told everyone I was flying to Japan because Aunt Sachiko shouldn't have to grieve alone. That wasn't really the whole truth. The truth was I didn't want anyone asking why I wasn't going back to work after the funeral. I'd already been laid off a month earlier and still hadn't found the courage to tell most people. Oliver knew, of course, but even with him I'd started pretending things were better than they were. Every morning I'd open my laptop, send out a handful of applications, get another rejection or, more often, no response at all, and by dinner we'd somehow be talking about my mother again. Grief has a way of swallowing every other problem. Losing your job feels selfish when you've just buried your mom, so eventually I stopped bringing it up altogether. Japan gave me an excuse to disappear for a while without having to explain why I needed to. Aunt Sachiko had lived alone since my uncle died nearly twenty years ago....