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...and I mean a lot. My dad was/is a pretty addicted chain smoker and he really doesn't want to admit it. So naturally he buys a lot of cigarettes. He also doesn't lock them away or something and has them lying around the house or just his smoking spot (which is outside). Me, a few years ago, being this desperate teenager who wanted to be cool and couldn't afford cigarettes himself stole from him pretty regularly. I can't really recall how much it was, but it was a good amount. He found out after a few months, because I always stole just a few cigarettes so he wouldn't notice and this one time I got greedy and stole a package, which as I said he noticed. Looking back at it,it was a really shitty move and it surely contributed to the nicotine addiction that I'm struggling with now. Karma I guess.
My mom and i went out, i begged mom for an ice cream, i dropped my ice cream on a moldy laundry soap holder basket thing. Gave it to my sister, sister questioned the mold and mom said it was chocolate
(they never found out or said anything about it)
Few years ago, I was a manager / tech for an arcade that used a card-based points system for games.
The job was pretty ideal I thought - I liked fixing stuff, but I hated customers. BOY, DID I HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH INTERACTION WITH CUSTOMERS I WAS IN FOR.
By nature of the job, I ended up being the easiest manager to find as I was always on the floor fixing something and thus I dealt with probably 90% of the customer complaints.
It got old quick. Having to stop what I was doing, cleaning up my area so that I could walk away and assist a customer and then go back to what I was doing made completing anything longer then it should.
With a new plan in my mind, I started every morning loading up a bunch of cards with free points - As I was a manager, I was allowed to comp - More on this later.
THE PLAN FUCKING WORKED GREAT - Customer complaining about the arcade game not giving them 5 tickets - you know what, here's a card with a shit ton of points on it, I'll take a look at that machine when I'm done. I'd give out probably $500+ a week in video game comps.
The kicker here is that other managers knew what I was doing but couldn't explain it. They would run a report that lists comps and I would always be at zero. You see, the Point of Sales system would track comps - however, they were too dumb to notice the replacement card option which were not technically comps.
The shit ton of free candy I ate was a nice perk too.
My brother used to smoke weed a couple years ago but he tried really hard to reduce his smoking and eventually quit. Back then, when I was 13, I never thought I would smoke weed because I thought it was really bad. However, I’m 15 now, and I’ve been feeling really hopeless in my life and I feel really shitty all the time and I’m not sure if I have depression or not but I don’t want to sound too dramatic so I’m not going to talk to my parents or friends about it. But to get to the point, I was really bored because I’m the only one at my house and I felt really angry for some reason so I needed to do something, I either wanted to break something, hurt myself by like cutting my hand or something, or do some type of drug. I was too much of a pussy to cut myself and if I broke something my parents would be pissed so I guess drugs were the choice. At first I tried some CBD oil but it tasted like shit and I didn’t feel relaxed at all, then I realized my brother had a small mason jar of weed in his room, probably about 12-15 grams, and I was considering trying it. So I said fuck it, took about a gram, put it in a really small mason jar and hid it in my room. I’m not going to smoke it any time soon but I think as soon as it gets warmer outside I’m going to walk to my friends neighborhood where there’s a really cool creek deep in the woods near it and try it.
This is the first time I have ever told this story.In the small town I grew up in. On the 4th of July me and my brother were shooting off Roman candles. then I shot a few into the Neighbors trailer through a open window. burnt half of it down and I never got in trouble for it I was around 8 at the time
It was about 1/2 in the morning a few years ago after my mom had kicked me out of the house the summer after my sophomore year in high school. it was the summer, and i had been talking to a boy who lived in a town near by who i was friends with. He said he wanted to meet me at a specific place between our towns and smoke weed, which i had recently gotten into. He didn’t drive, as in didn’t have a car or license, just like myself. I had my permit tho, and my grandma had a car right outside. so I waited till my grandma fell asleep, stole her keys from the living room, climbed out my bedroom window, and drove to meet my friend (the town was about 30 minutes away). so he sneaks out of his house and we drive to this popular smoke spot and talk and smoke for a bit before i get mad paranoid and decide i need to leave. so i take him back to his house and start driving back home (using apple maps, because i had no idea where i was, and it was night time). i make a turn and what ho! a license check about a hundred feet ahead of me on this highway. so, obviously, being the underage, unlicensed, high person i am, i whipped my grandmas honda into the nearby bojangles parking lot, turned around, and went home another way, the entire time completely convinced the police were following me and were going to knock on my grandmas door the next morning and ask her about it. luckily that didn’t happen, and my grandma doesn’t know i ever had the car to this day. not my proudest night...
I used to work as a fundraiser a couple of years ago where i would call people over the phone to tell them about sclerosis and whether or not they would like to donate some money for research towards a cure.
Sclerosis is a sickness that we still don't know a lot about in regards to curing it so convincing people to donate was very hard. When i first started i would get around 3 donations a month as a part time worker. This was a very low amount and i didn't hit anywhere near the minimum donation for each shift.
So as time went on and i started to realize how many people didn't even know of the sickness or didn't care about it i would intentionally explain the sickness and the donation method in a confusing way to get the information i needed for a donation. It wasn't like i was taking a lot of money from them it was about 7$ for the smallest donation.
Even though every conversation is recorded i was never caught doing this by my supervisors, but i did eventually end up getting fired for not getting enough donations per shift.
Thanks for reading i don't feel good about this but don't feel bad either since it was for a good cause.
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