Just when Ashley thought her office life couldn’t get more chaotic, along comes Karen, turning every rule of workplace decorum on its head. With Karen’s disruptive behavior peaking, Ashley plans a birthday surprise that could mend fences or alter office dynamics forever.
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Hi everyone, I’m Ashley. I have a story about office life quirks that might sound familiar to many of you. So, buckle up, and don’t hesitate to chime in if you’ve ever found yourself in a similar situation.
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I work at an advertising firm—a place where no two days are the same. Some days crawl by, while others whiz past so fast you barely have time to catch your breath.
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Last-minute surprises? A regular feature. But despite the chaos, I genuinely enjoy what I do. I’m surrounded by awesome colleagues, and the workplace vibe is top-notch. Well, it was top-notch, until Karen came along.
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Now, I’m all for welcoming new faces. Newcomers stir things up, bring fresh ideas and skills, and generally pump new life into the team. But Karen… well, she’s a different story. It’s not that her work is bad, per se—it’s just that there’s a lot left to be desired, particularly in the ‘attitude’ department.
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So, Karen was quite the character. She had this habit that drove all of us up the wall. Every day after lunch, while the rest of us made sure to clean up our dishes and keep the kitchen tidy, Karen would just leave hers in the sink. Not a care in the world, just her dirty plates piling up.
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And if that weren’t enough to test our patience, her favorite pastime during work hours was napping. But not just any napping. Picture this: Karen, sprawled out in her office chair, legs thrown up on the table, shoes marking the surface with all kinds of dirt. It was a sight.
The snoring was the worst part! It was like having a freight train running through the room. Every. Single. Day.
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But it gets worse. Once a week, we would head to the pool for a relaxing break from the daily grind. Except Karen decided it was the perfect place to… file her feet. Right there in the shower area while we were all around. Gross, right? Super disgusting.
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Then, there was the lunch incident. Imagine sitting at a restaurant, trying to enjoy your meal, and there’s Karen, at the same table, flossing her teeth. Not discreetly, but openly.
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One time, a piece of whatever she had for breakfast shot out and landed smack on my friend’s and my face. We were mortified. That was it. The absolute last straw.
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My friend, I, and nearly all our colleagues were fed up. So, we came up with a plan. Karen’s birthday was coming up, and we figured it was the perfect opportunity to clue her in on her less-than-charming habits. It was high time for a lesson, and we were just the folks to deliver it.
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So Karen’s birthday rolls around, and we decide to go all out. The whole department comes together, balloons floating everywhere, a big cake sitting proudly on the table, and of course, a special present just for her.
She walks in, sees the setup, and her face lights up. “Oh, guys, you shouldn’t have…” she exclaims, genuinely surprised.
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As she begins to unwrap her gift, we all gather around, watching eagerly. The moment she pulls off the last piece of wrapping paper, her expression changes dramatically.
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There, in her hands, is a huge poster framed beautifully but the content? Not so beautiful for her. It’s a list of etiquette and hygiene rules we all felt she desperately needed to follow.
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Her face turned a deep shade of purple as she read the list aloud: ‘Wash your dirty dishes, no sleeping in the office, stop the loud snoring, and please, for the love of God, stop filing your feet in the pool shower area and flossing your teeth at meals.’
The room fell silent for a moment, everyone holding their breath. But we didn’t stop there.
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We made sure these new ‘rules to live by’ were impossible to miss. Each rule was also plastered on the cake and written on each balloon floating around the room. We wanted to make sure our sweet Karen wouldn’t forget them anytime soon.
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The mix of shock and realization on Karen’s face said it all. This birthday, she got a gift that would keep on giving—hopefully, a nudge towards better office etiquette.
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Now, before you jump to conclusions about why we took such a drastic measure when we could have just had a simple chat with Karen—trust me, we tried.
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And not just a casual mention; we really sat down with her and laid it all out, super politely. We told her how her habits were affecting the office atmosphere.
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She nodded, promised to be more considerate, and everything seemed like it was going to be okay. But, alas, nothing changed. It was as if our conversation never happened. So yeah, we went with the drastic step.
Why her birthday, you ask? Well, it’s not a day one easily forgets, right? And we figured it would make the message stick.
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Plus, we made sure to document the whole thing. Pictures, videos—the works. These weren’t just for laughs; they served as a kind of proof, something to remind Karen of her promise in case she slipped back into old habits.
After unveiling the gift, there was a tense moment. Karen was visibly upset, a mix of anger and embarrassment coloring her features.
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She wasn’t expecting to be ambushed with a ‘hygiene intervention’ in front of everyone on her special day. Honestly, it took her a moment, but once the initial shock wore off, she agreed—again—to follow the rules we’d laid out.
This time, though, there was a serious undertone to her agreement. Maybe the public nature of the intervention made the difference.
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What about you? Have you ever dealt with a ‘Karen’ at your workplace? How would you have handled the situation? Would you have done the intervention differently, maybe more privately, or not at all? Drop your thoughts and let’s chat about the wild world of office dynamics. I’m all ears!
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I Served a Woman Who Mocked Me throughout High School & Finally Got My Revenge after 20 Years
Under the soft glow of the evening lights, the restaurant buzzed with the cheerful din of a successful night. Yet, as I moved between the tables, careful not to bump into any sharp table corners, a familiar and unwelcome face caught my eye—Karen.
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She hadn’t changed at all. Even after 20 years, the same haughty expression adorned her face, a look that had tormented me throughout my school years with her cruel taunts about my lisping and stuttering.
Suddenly, I was taken back to high school where my lisp was at its worst, making me second guess speaking.
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School speeches were the worst part of my entire schooling life, where girls like Karen would begin laughing from behind their hands and end up hanging off their chairs, tears streaming down their faces.
I would escape to the library and spend every free moment there, just to escape the taunts.
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I remember the one incident where I was clutching my books tightly to my chest, trying to make myself smaller, trying to blend into the gray of the lockers as Karen navigated the sea of students, in her impossibly high heels.
I could feel Karen’s gaze like a spotlight, singling me out from the crowd.
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“There’s Lisp-Lily, boys!” Karen’s voice boomed, drawing a circle of laughter around me.
“Give us a smile and a speech, Lily,” she said. “Show us that stellar s-s-stutter,” she mocked, her words stretching out with malicious exaggeration.
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I remember wanting to cry myself to sleep that night. I sat in the kitchen with my brother, Alex, and I told him all about the events of the day and how Karen had lost it.
“You should give it back to her, Lily,” my brother said, spooning ice cream into a bowl for me.
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“If I could, I would,” I said. “But the moment I open my mouth, you know what happens.”
My brother went off on a tangent about how I should never allow anyone to make me feel less than myself.
“You’ve got to stand up for yourself,” he said.
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And I did. In my own way.
Click here to find out what happened next.
We Took in a Homeless Man for the Winter — The Package He Left Before Leaving Broke Us
A freezing night and a simple act of kindness brought a homeless man named Jeff into Ellie’s home and her life. But as their bond grew, an unexpected discovery unraveled secrets from the past.
For months, I saw him sitting near the bench by the bus stop outside my office. He always had that same small, battered kit, fixing shoes like it was his job. His clothes were clean but shabby, and his hands were rough, though they moved with such care.
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I couldn’t help but notice him. Something about the way he carried himself struck me. He never begged or even looked like he wanted anything from anyone. I started saying hello when I passed by. He’d smile politely, nod, and go back to his work.
One day, on a whim, I handed him a shoe with a broken heel. “Do you think you can fix this?” I asked, unsure why I even stopped.
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He looked up at me, his eyes warm but tired. “Sure thing,” he said, holding it up to inspect. “Should take me about twenty minutes.”
I sat nearby, watching him. He was quiet but focused, like fixing that shoe was the most important thing in the world. When he handed it back, it was as good as new.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
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“Jeff,” he said simply, tucking his tools back into the kit.
One night, just before Christmas, the air was freezing. I pulled my coat tighter as I walked to my car, but something made me stop. Through the window of a café about to close, I saw Jeff. He was sitting alone at a table, his head down, clutching a small package wrapped in brown paper.
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I stepped inside, the warmth hitting me immediately. “Jeff,” I said softly, walking over to him. “What are you doing here? Don’t you have somewhere to go?”
He looked up, startled at first, then relaxed when he saw me. “Shelter’s full tonight,” he said, his voice low and steady. “But don’t worry, I’ll manage.”
I frowned. “It’s freezing out there. You can’t stay out in this.”
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He shrugged. “It’s not the first cold night I’ve had.”
The thought of him out there in that weather made my chest tighten. “Come home with me,” I blurted.
He blinked. “What?”
“I mean it,” I said, more firmly this time. “We have a basement. It’s not fancy, but it’s warm, and there’s a bed. You can stay there for the night.”
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Jeff shook his head. “I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” I interrupted. “Please. I won’t be able to sleep if I know you’re out here.”
He hesitated, his eyes searching mine. “You’re too kind, you know that?” he said finally, his voice soft.
I smiled. “Come on.”
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The next morning, I woke up to the smell of bacon and the sound of laughter. I found Jeff in the kitchen, flipping pancakes while my kids sat at the table, grinning ear to ear.
“Mom, Jeff’s so funny!” my youngest said, her face sticky with syrup.
Jeff glanced over and smiled sheepishly. “Hope you don’t mind. Thought I’d make myself useful.”
I shook my head, smiling back. “Not at all.”
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Later that day, I went down to the basement to check on him. Everything that had been broken, an old lamp, a wobbly chair, even a leaky faucet, was fixed. He’d polished all our shoes too.
That evening, I brought it up to my husband. “What if we let him stay for the winter?”
He raised an eyebrow. “You’re serious?”
“He’s kind, he’s helpful, and…” I paused. “I don’t know. It just feels right.”
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After a long silence, my husband nodded. “Okay. But just for the winter.”
When I told Jeff, he looked stunned. “I can’t impose like that,” he said.
“It’s not imposing,” I assured him. “We’d like to have you here.”
For the next few weeks, Jeff became part of the family. The kids adored him, and he was always finding ways to help around the house. It felt like he belonged with us, though I couldn’t explain why.
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One evening, we were sitting in the living room, chatting about old times. I pulled out a photo of my parents to show him.
“This is my mom and dad,” I said, handing him the picture.
Jeff froze, his face going pale. His hands trembled as he stared at the photo. “Your mom…” he whispered, his voice barely audible.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, alarmed.
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But he didn’t answer. He just stood up abruptly and left the room.
The next morning, he was gone. All that was left was his package, carefully placed on the pillow in the basement.
It was the same brown paper package Jeff always carried, the one he never let out of his sight. Now it was here, deliberately left behind. I stared at it for a long moment before slowly peeling back the paper.
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Inside was a photograph and a folded letter.
I picked up the photo first. My breath caught in my throat. It was Jeff—much younger, his face free of the wear and sadness I’d come to recognize. He was smiling, holding a baby wrapped in a pink blanket. On the back, in neat handwriting, were the words: “Jeff and Ellie, 1986.”
I stared at the name. My name.
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My hands shook as I unfolded the letter. The words blurred as tears filled my eyes, but I forced myself to keep reading.
Jeff wrote about his life, his mistakes, and the love he lost. He explained how he’d met my mother when they were young and deeply in love. But life hadn’t been perfect. He admitted he’d cheated, a mistake he regretted every single day. When my mother found out, she left him, cutting him out of her life completely.
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“I tried to see you,” he wrote. “I begged her to let me stay in your life, but she wouldn’t hear it. She moved away, and I had no way to find you. I lost everything—my family, my career, my home. I never forgave myself for failing you. When I saw your mother’s photo, I knew immediately who you were. But I was too ashamed to tell you. I didn’t deserve you, Ellie. I still don’t.”
The letter ended with: “I love you, my little Ellie, more than I can ever say. I hope you can forgive me someday.”
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I sat there, stunned, clutching the photo and letter. How could this be true? My father, the man I believed had abandoned us, was Jeff?
My shock quickly turned into anger. I grabbed my phone and called my mom. She answered on the second ring.
“Ellie?” she said, her voice bright.
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“How could you?” I snapped.
She paused. “What are you talking about?”
“Jeff. I know everything. I know who he is. Why didn’t you tell me?”
There was silence on the other end of the line, then a shaky breath. “Ellie… it’s complicated.”
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“Complicated?” I shot back. “You told me he left us. You said he didn’t want to be part of our lives. But that’s not true, is it?”
Through tears, she admitted the truth. She’d been hurt, angry, and unwilling to forgive him. She thought it would be easier to raise me without him, so she cut him out completely.
“I thought I was protecting you,” she said. “I never thought you’d find him. I’m so sorry.”
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I hung up, overwhelmed. Everything I thought I knew about my life had been a lie.
For weeks, I searched for Jeff. I went to the spots I’d seen him before, hoping to catch even a glimpse of him. Each day I came home disappointed.
Then, one afternoon, I saw him. He was sitting on a bench near my workplace, staring into the distance. He looked smaller, sadder.
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“Jeff,” I called softly.
He looked up, and his eyes filled with recognition and something else—regret. “Ellie,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry for leaving. I couldn’t… I didn’t know how to face you after you found out.”
I walked closer, my chest tight with emotion. “You should’ve stayed,” I said. “You’re my father. I needed to talk to you, to understand everything.”
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His shoulders slumped. “I didn’t think I deserved that.”
I sat down beside him. “Maybe not. But you’re here now. And that’s all that matters.”
He looked at me, his eyes glistening with tears. “Do you think… you can forgive me?”
I leaned in and hugged him tightly, the tears finally spilling over. “I already have, Dad.”
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From that moment on, everything changed. Jeff came back into my life, not just as a father but as part of the family. My kids adored him—they called him Grandpa Jeff, and he loved every second of it.
He wasn’t perfect. We had years of pain and misunderstanding to work through, but he tried every day to make up for the time we’d lost. His kindness, his humor, and his quiet strength became a foundation for our family.
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Looking back, I realized how much I almost lost by holding on to anger and pain. Forgiving Jeff didn’t just heal him, it healed me, too.
Sometimes, second chances aren’t about what we deserve. They’re about what we’re willing to fight for.
And we fought for each other. Every day, we fought to rebuild what we’d lost.
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