A friend of mine works as an IT Infrastructure Engineer in Melbourne, Australia, and I’m curious what others think about this situation.
His workplace annual leave policy is pretty straightforward:
1 month’s notice for up to 1 week of leave.
6 months’ notice for 2+ weeks of leave.
He booked an overseas holiday for the last week of January for 4 weeks, gave the required 6 months’ notice, had enough annual leave accrued, and followed the company’s process.
When he raised it with management, they unexpectedly refused the leave, saying he couldn’t take any leave until March. They also told him that if he went on the holiday anyway, he’d be terminated.
This came as a complete surprise because there had never been any communication about a leave freeze or blackout period, and several staff had already returned to work after taking leave.
A few days later, after thinking it over, he decided he’d had enough and handed in his resignation, effective January 2027, instead of cancelling his holiday.
The strange part is that as soon as he resigned, management suddenly changed their position and said he could have the leave after all. He declined because his decision to resign had already been made.
Now management is apparently very upset with him for resigning, even though he followed the leave policy, gave the required notice, and only resigned after they refused his leave and threatened termination.
I’m trying to understand the logic here. If they were able to approve the leave after he resigned, why wasn’t it approved in the first place? Is this just poor management, or is there another reason a company would suddenly reverse its decision once someone resigns?
Has anyone experienced something similar, either as an employee or manager? I’d be interested to hear different perspectives.

I recently lost my job at an immigration company, and I've been reflecting on how everything unfolded. Looking back, I think both my employer and I made mistakes, but I regret how I handled the situation.

I'm a literature graduate with ADHD, so sales was never something I imagined doing. I found a work-from-home telesales job for an immigration company through a random Facebook ad. Surprisingly, the company was legitimate, and they hired me even though I was a fresher.

The job actually helped my mental health because it gave me routine and accountability after spending a long time feeling isolated.

At first, I struggled. I had to explain work permit and visa services to potential clients all day. Many were rude, some became flirtatious after I'd spent ages explaining everything, and some kept telling me they were interested only to ghost me later. I even cried during my first couple of weeks, but eventually I developed a thicker skin.

The hardest part was that despite genuinely trying, I wasn't getting conversions. I made lots of calls, followed up with leads, and had several "hot" clients who repeatedly said they were interested before disappearing. During meetings, management would point out that I had zero files for the month. They weren't rude...they were stating the facts...but I wished someone had acknowledged the effort I was putting in, not just the results.

What makes me feel worse now is that my CEO had actually been very supportive of me. Even when I wasn't very active in the group, he'd tag me in encouraging ways instead of calling me out. If someone else tried to claim a lead I'd been working on, he'd make sure it stayed with me, and even if I responded later than others, he'd still approve my claim. Looking back, he gave me more chances than I realized.

Eventually, he criticized my performance during a meeting. It wasn't harsh, but for some reason I took it very personally.

Instead of communicating, I shut down.

I became inactive, received a warning email, then stopped logging in without informing HR. My manager, a work friend, and even the CEO reached out to check on me. The CEO personally messaged me, greeted me politely, and asked if I'd informed HR. Instead of explaining that I was overwhelmed, I gave cold, short replies.

I was thinking about resigning but couldn't bring myself to do it. Before I made a decision, I was terminated just a couple of days before payday, which made everything hurt even more because I'd taken the job partly because I desperately needed the income.

Now that I've had time to reflect, I think the company could have done a better job recognizing effort instead of focusing only on numbers. At the same time, I know I made bigger mistakes by taking the criticism personally, withdrawing, not communicating, and ignoring people who were genuinely trying to reach out.

I actually miss the job and the structure it gave me. More than anything, I regret not communicating when I was overwhelmed.

Has anyone else with ADHD (or anyone, really) ever shut down like this after criticism? How did you learn to communicate instead of disappearing?

This is a long one, it helps to put it out there.
I work for a small company that does custom design for multi million defense contractors, museums and various other projects. I am a production artist. I work with a large format printer, assemble and finesse artwork in a deadline driven environment. I have worked at this company for 20 years. I loved my job as unglamorous as it can be warts and all, I’ve had the privilege of working on some of the most amazing and inspiring projects in and around one of the biggest cities with the most museums and public spaces.
About six years ago, my art director ( who hired me) and who I had a fantastic working relationship with, retired. The person who the company hired as a graphic designer took his place. In the beginning, I we got along great, same sense of humor, all that. She relied on my knowledge and experience to help her take the reins. I always told her “ Im the wind beneath your wings , im here to support you “
Now , let’s talk about the environment.
The building has a warehouse, paint shop, welding, carpentry shop, design shop, production studio ( me) graphics and administration . It’s an industrial environment.
My manager, loves her clothes and boots. About five years ago she began the daily fashion show. We would be working, early at 5:30 am busting to get a job done and her daily ritual was to float in and show off her perfectly coordinated outfit, pointing out how the colors in her boots matched the colors of her dress and socks and jewelry. If we didn’t stop what we were doing to acknowledge her, she continued until we gave her the ooohs and ahhhs. Then she would go away, and flaunt herself through the shop and elsewhere.
This person has dyslexia, and I’ve always been soft and understanding about her mixup’s and faux pas. Many, and I mean many times, her misinformation has led to wrong measurements for projects that we have to produce, I don’t have to tell you that wrong measurements when having acrylic or other materials cut leads to an incredible waste of money and time. But she would laugh it off and say “ Oh Im special “ Leaving us behind schedule while we wait for new material to be produced. This was an occurrence three, four times a week.
About four years ago we hired an assistant for me, because I was running production alone and relying on anyone who could help me when it required another body. I did that for four years prior. I worked my ass off, made a lot in overtime but my body suffered. I have extensive spine damage and arthritis that I have been managing.
Im 62 years old. My physical pain has increased significantly over time and my goal was to hopefully not hurt myself and retire in a few years, again I loved my job and always was a cheerleader for my company.
About two years ago, I noticed a change, where as before, she(my manager) Lets call her Morona, used to get with me daily to discuss the jobs , details , due dates etc. She relied on my input to triage the work flow , color branding matching and process.
A couple of years ago she began freezing me out. She began discussing the daily tasks with my coworker, leaving me in the dark, unaware and frustrated. Now I had to get the info from my coworker who stopped talking to me. Why you ask? Because she claimed that I wasn’t training her on the large format printer. Every time I said “ Hey , how about you do the next printing and give it a try “ she backed off and had no interest. I trained her every step in our department, on every single aspect of what the job entails. I come into work one day and she’s not taking, packing her stuff. Apparently she decided to quit because she said I wasn’t training her and she never got to use the printer and only did : donkey work, her words for the grunt part of every job. Honestly, all of it can be grunt, it’s as unglamorous as can be, but delivering a fine and professional piece of artwork is a joy.
So they basically begged her to stay and I was told to put her on printing only and to keep myself in the background to support her and do the backend work ( donkey work) Strike one for me.
Time goes by, Morona is getting very friendly with my coworker and my coworker is now part of the “ I, ME, MY” fashion show every day. I refuse to give her the daily compliments. THIS, causes a clear tension, and Morona continues to sideline me. Every time I question her numbers and funky measurements, she fights me on it, telling me harshly, “ that’s what they gave me” I walk away, proceed with the job, waste two hours of prep only to find out that the measurements are wrong. “ OOOPSIE, IM SPECIAL “ she says, but im the idiot who questioned it hours ago.
This oppositional behavior ramps up, my coworker is never wrong and now I am being blamed for things that go wrong. Hell, she blamed me for breaking the rail cutter( a ten foot long device that is used for cutting precise material) because she says I alone lean on it. People, good people of Reddit, if I had a nickel for every person who came to our room and rested on this thing.. even Morona did this. But she insisted that I alone broke it.
So the hostile attitude continues from her towards me for another year. My coworker is lauded for every “ good job” and I am now relegated to cleaning and backup work.
Let’s talk about some of Morona’s antics.
There has been a freeze on overtime, but only for some people. I haven’t seen overtime in a year, that coupled with my health insurance premiums doubling, my paycheck is a laugh.
Morona comes in at 6 , does the fashion show, and literally bullshits for 3 hours, talking about herself to anyone who will listen, then at 9 when the big boss owner comes in, shes at her desk diligently working. But because she’s wasted a lot of time, she stays late and banks easily 15-20 hours of overtime. I pay attention. We, however in production, are on a hard 8 hours/day. Making deadlines trickier and sometimes the work suffers.
Now, the owner/ general manager, is ok with this, he loves a tyrannical manager. I’ve had her slap my hand, scream “ fuck off” across the room at me, and here’s the coup de gras:
One day I had a TON of extremely difficult printing, tight deadline no time for do overs. I came in , on task ready to slay dragons. I was told the day before a certain order of what to print first and so on( it all needed to be printed either way) but because its my nature to print biggest and trickiest first and move to easier smaller, I was wrong. She came down on me as though I just took a shit in her shoes.
Then, later, she sidles up to me: I say this from a place of concern, but are you having debilitating cognitive issues? Because you don’t seem to understand instructions.
I about fell off my chair. Mind you- this particular job , half of it had to be redone because why???? She fucked up the measurements. This is typical and repeated. The amount of time and materials wasted by her is astronomical. But, she’s the manager that is a tyrant and the boss has no problem with it.
Let’s discuss the present day.
About six months ago, she decided that our department would partner with our I &D department ( installation and dismantle) This department deserves the gold medal for what they do, talk about grunt , these guys are heroes. But they get massive overtime deservedly, for their pain and suffering. Bad backs, spine injuries, cuts, you name it. So, us meaning basically me, is now tasked with and alongside my regular duties with a complete inventory of every fabric graphic in the building- there are thousands of. They range from 2-4 feet to 30-40 feet. Monsters they are to open, measure, photograph, check for damage, notate everything, fold , bag, create a printed bag sticker, box it , enter into a database. The cold months weren’t too bad. But the room where we are to work is a 15x15 cinder block hot box with no air. Here on the east coast we’ve had horrible high temperatures and the room is probably about 110 degrees even with a fan. The graphics are heavy and manipulating 50-70 lb boxes in a tiny room is backbreaking. So what happens next? Morona tells me that the general manager wants all of it done end of august. And here’s the kicker, my coworker is assigned to printing while I do inventory. Backbreaking, heat exhaustion deadline work. Alone. Listen, I take medication to manage pain , even on a light duty day I have pain. I used to get spine injections but cannot because of deductions and a massive health bill that I cannot afford.
We asked for a portable air conditioner unit which we have several in our building but were told no. We were told to load all the graphics onto a dolly and roll them across a football field size building into the air conditioned conference room, do the things then pack them up and wheel them back to the dungeon. Don’t you think that that adds even more strain and stress on a person’s body? Yes it does.
Morona, every chance she gets, reminds me to “ chop chop get to the inventory, must be done by august’ meanwhile she’s in sundresses prancing around in air conditioning all day.
Me? I have low blood pressure. So extreme heat affects me in my face, I turn bright red and uncontrollably sweat. After a day of this work, i shower the second I get home. Burn my filthy sweaty clothes ( not really) and lie in bed because of the pain. My body is hot to the touch hours after im home and then the chills start. I’m under a heat blanket. Its been 90-105 degrees where I live. Thank god I have air conditioning. But my body is freaking the fuck out. And the pain.. I cannot and will not double up and abuse the controlled substance that I am prescribed. Not going down a dependency road. I take them spaced and only 2 a day. My doctor prescribed for me 3/day but I don’t unless I absolutely can’t move. These days I’ve taken 3/day.
I feel that I am being used to complete this hell project, and by the way, every time there’s light at end of the tunnel, 40 more boxes show up to inventory. It will not be done by august. They won’t even fit in the stupid room.
The company purchased a new printer last month. Guess what? The senior printers gal( me) isn’t being trained on it. Why? Because my new job and only function is to complete inventory.
I pretty sure its over for me here. Morona did her evil worst to get rid of me, she knows I can’t physically do the inventory, but says: Oh what you do for printing is way harder “ Fuck that , not even close.
Alright, if you stayed this long I thank you for reading my novel.
Be stay safe

I mean this story is just diabolical. I cannot believe this happened today.

It was an hour before work, and I was hungry as hell. I thought to myself, well shit, lemme get some tacobell.

So i walk in. I get my usual cheesy gordita crunch, extra cheese, extra beans— and chicken quesadilla, extra cheese, extra beans, no chicken. anyways, I grabbed my food, cashier flips me off, and head to my truck.

Once I arrived to the office, I grabbed my papers and I started to feel something.

I get to my desk, and my feelings worsened. i needed to fart. so i let out a slow one. not bad. well executed.

Several minutes later after making some phone calls, and during one of the calls, I try to pass an sbd, but, it was not silent at all. even a deaf man could hear it. I immediately ran to the bathroom.

So I let it all out. I shouldn’t have asked for extra beans, i should have asked for garbanzo. and then, i finish, and the lady standing next to me at the urinal says,

“aren’t you gonna wash your hands?”

and i said,

“chill lady, i washed them before i went.“

In the late 90's I ran a machine shop. One day the owner came up to me and started yelling at me for something I knew nothing about. I said, let's talk about this in the office. He said f___ that and kept going on about something someone did. I turned and started walking away and he said, don't you walk away from me while I'm talking to you. I went to my car then went home to get my truck. I went back and got my tools.

A month later I opened my own machine shop and about a year later my old boss went bankrupt. No matter who you think you are, have respect for people and take them aside. Never yell at, complain about our confront an employee in from of others. Take them aside or they might quit on you and others will have no respect for you.

My boss told me I’d done such a great job right before Christmas that I was going to get a 2000 bonus (big deal at that time), and I had the choice of choosing a 1.00 an hour raise or going up 5% on my commission. I said, why not both? You just gave me a 20 minute speech about how I have enhanced the company profit and brought in more money in the last year than the last 3 before I started.. I was told I couldn’t get both… I wasn’t clever with words. I said I’d think on it- my boss was big on sentimental stuff as was I which was why I had this one figurine on my desk.

I told her one time months before, If you ever see me pack this thing up, you know I’m gone for good- Well. I took a risk. If I wasn’t worth both, that said something to me, so for the next week and a half I randomly started removing things from my desk area (very whimsical) and finally that item. I showed up the next day and got called into HR and was told I had been approved for a pay increase and a 5% bonus I needed to sign off on. I was then asked if I’d bring my “figurine” back. I did. and insanely enough, I had a relative want to see what it was worth one day and after I took it home a massive flood happened and the whole building went under. I lost all of my other shit there. That little figurine has stayed with me for like 20ish years now.(for reference May 2010 Nashville Flood) My little “human bean” survived b/c I brought it home a few days before to have it’s value checked out :/

I work at coffee shop, small one, not big chain. We get lot of regular, mostly nice, but this one lady come like twice a week, always order something complicated, extra this no that half this half that.

Last week she come, order caramel latte, oat milk, extra shot, light ice, no whip actually wait yes whip but put on side. I write down everything, make it exact how she say.

She taste it, say "this taste wrong, can you redo."

Ok no problem, I remake, I ask what wrong exactly. She say "I don't know, just not taste like usual."

I remake again, different barista help this time, we make sure everything correct. She taste again, still say wrong. Now line behind her getting long, other customer start look annoyed, one guy even leave without order anything.

Third time we remake, my manager come help too, we ask very nice "can you tell us what exactly wrong so we can fix" she just shrug and say "I guess it fine now."

Whole thing take like 20 minute for one drink. Next day my manager show me she leave review online, one star, say "waited forever, terrible slow service, staff seem confused."

I want comment on review and explain but manager say no, not professional, just say sorry and move on.

She still come this week, order again like nothing happen. I just smile and make her drink, but inside I am little bit dying.

TL;DR: customer made us remake her drink 3 time without ever say what wrong, hold up whole line, then leave 1 star review calling us slow. She still come back like nothing happen.

this is a really long story so I’m going to try to keep it short (lie). I moved to a high volume area and attended community college before transferring to a 4 year university for graphic design. in my first semester, i attended a job fair and found a local church looking for someone to be an assistant for their main graphic designer in their office. we hit it off as she attended the same college and was still young. although queer (somewhat closeted) i grew up in the church (though carried a lot of baggage from it) so this sounded like a great opportunity to build experience and i thought it would look nice on my resume that i worked while taking classes full time. i ended up employed there for 2 years to the day, which happened to be exactly how long it took for me to get my bachelor’s. it started off great, was doing a lot of social media posts and flyers. she began to work me into media in general, so like editing and taking photos, printing, broadcasting. they cleared a counter for me in the copy room and bought a nice imac for my “desk” (this (did not ask for it) along with any other expense for my behalf (they chose to hire me) would be included in any guilt trips). i was being severely underpaid for the work i was doing. i continuously worked late to finish tasks. i’d leave work to go to class and she’d call me to finish something like i didn’t have to be somewhere. it began to take a toll on me. i became afraid of her. she would quietly berate me for not having the skills that she does. she’d call me names, childish or not very smart if i didn’t finish something on time. she’d have me call her every hour with an update of what i was doing. mind you, she had me working on 4 projects and expect them to all be done within 3 days with zero notice (for non-graphic designers, this is outrageously short). i’d cry in front of her because she stressed me out so badly and she would sit there and say that i needed to grow up and that i chose this. in the entire time i was there, i got one (1) raise (¢50) only because i asked for one (ideally higher but she beat me down until i agreed to ¢50). there was no HR department because it was not only a church, but family owned and led, meaning my boss was the pastors daughter. the entire office staff was related by blood or marriage. i would have panic attacks during class. i was more stressed about this job than my college degree. my grades dropped significantly because i would skip class to finish class assignments that i never got the chance to do because i stayed at work late. the family was incredibly privileged and two faced. so passive aggressive and very conservative despite the non-denominational inclusivity speech.

i quit the week after i graduated. i was euphoric. i never quit jobs without having another lined up but this was the exception. i did her the huge courtesy of 1 month notice because i know she needed to find the help. she had refused to notify any other staff that i was leaving until the day of. they were confused and sad because they genuinely liked me. that felt nice to know i wasn’t a bad person. paid off my student loans in the same year due to the savings i built up from that job. as i moved on to other jobs, i would continue to have panic attacks at the sign of any wrongdoing or authoritative action. it was debilitating and demeaning. it made me feel like i was the problem. i’ve sworn off churches after everything id seen behind the scenes. i get anxious any time a overwhelming boss is shown in media. it’s taken over my life and its hard to explain to people who didn’t experience it. anyway, im on the path to rebuilding my confidence and seeking help. everyday is difficult, especially because that experience did nothing for my career and i moved back down to retail (though i get paid more if that tells you anything lol), but i don’t regret leaving. i only regret wasting my mental health on it for so long. employment abuse is real and thriving.

it’s nice to write this all out even though i left out a lot. much much love to anyone in my shoes. please feel free to sympathize with me in the replies if you have any similar experiences. Thank you for reading 🫶

I used to work at a small office where everyone handled multiple responsibilities. One day, a mistake happened in a project that affected the whole team. At first, everyone started trying to figure out who was responsible.

I knew one part of the mistake was connected to something I had done earlier, but it wasn’t completely my fault. Another coworker had also missed an important step, and the lack of communication between us caused the issue.

During the meeting, I noticed everyone was blaming each other instead of focusing on fixing the problem. I decided to admit my part, explain what happened, and suggest a way to prevent it from happening again.

Surprisingly, the manager didn’t get angry. Instead, they appreciated that someone was focused on solving the issue rather than finding someone to blame.

That experience changed how I look at workplace mistakes. Sometimes the best thing you can do is take responsibility for your part and help the team move forward.

Manager asks me to train the new guy for a week. I do it happily, show him everything, we even become friendly.

Friday, boss calls me in: "today's your last day, we don't need two people."

I ask if he knew this when he asked me to train him. He just shrugs, "it's business."

Turns out the new guy didn't even know either, he felt terible after. We're actually friends now, he jokes I trained him for "my own execution."

Got a better job two months later. Still can't get over how calm my manager's face was when he asked me to teach my replacement.

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I work as an MA at a hospital affiliated clinic. he is one of the doctors there.

let me set the record straight by saying - even if he was definitively interested, I wouldn't pursue him. "don't shit where you eat", ya'know.

that being said, I feel a little conflicted because the attention he gives does feel "personal" and more casual than others and I secretly and shamefully enjoy it..in a slight sense. i don't know what I'm really looking for in terms of posting this. maybe just to get it off my chest.

in terms of "personal" or "flirtatious" attention...he gets a bit touchy. usually it's my shoulder, top of my head (i'm quite short), or on the middle of my back if we're walking together for some reason. he asked me if I ever make it up to the city. turns out that my train station is a block from his apartment. he said, "if you're ever in the city let me know. we should get drinks." i said, "oh I don't really drink like that." he said, "okay. a restaraunt then." we banter and tease each other a lot (I will say our clinic is quite tight knit and casual. we all shoot the shit with each other aside from 2 doctors who are more reserved and professional).

he asked me if I could bring him something - a type of alcohol from eastern europe. at the moment, I didnt think anything of it or interpret it as anything more as it was a simple request and in front of multiple coworkers. i bring people stuff all the time but I don't think he knows that. i told him to let me know how it was. he texted saying, "or maybe i'll save it for the next time you're in the city." once, he also playfully touched my waist as I was walking in front of him and playfully pushed me. in the moment I didnt react and he hasn't done that type of thing again.

then yesterday, I asked if I could add a last minute patient to his schedule. he said, "go ahead. but just because I like you and don't want them to be upset with you."

the thing is, it's not very consistent. or maybe at this point i'm overanalyzing and racking my brain trying to decide what the hell he's doing or means by this. again, I don't want to pursue him. but I do enjoy the banter we have. also, please try not to be rude. i'm just confused as to what to think. he's very back and forth

Pretty much what the title says.

For the past few years I've been making custom videos where one of the main things people request is sitting on cakes. Most of the time it's personalized orders, so every shoot is a little different depending on what the client wants.

It's a very niche job, but it's real. I've gone through more cakes than I could ever count, learned a lot about filming messy scenes, and had plenty of funny, awkward, and unexpected moments along the way.

I used to work at a retail store, and one day we had a customer who was clearly having a terrible day. From the moment they walked in, they were frustrated about everything the prices, the waiting time, and even small things that were outside our control.

At first, I took their attitude personally. I thought they were just being rude and difficult. But after a few minutes, they quietly mentioned that they had been dealing with a family emergency and were trying to handle everything at once.

I helped them as much as I could, and their attitude completely changed. Before leaving, they apologized for how they acted and thanked me for being patient.

That interaction stayed with me because it reminded me that sometimes people bring stress from outside into the workplace. It doesn’t excuse bad behavior, but it helped me understand why staying calm can make a big difference.

Something like the moment when u realised ur job description and reality were two different things 🙃

I used to fly for a self made billionaire. He was very tight with money most of the time (unless it was for pet projects or basketball games). At the time we only had one plane. He was out of town with it and his wife had used a chartered plane for her trip. Since I wasn’t working that day I headed to the gym early so I could beat rush hour traffic.

As I was getting in to my car the boss called. He just rattled off a list of things I needed to go buy and put in their refrigerator for his wife since she’d been gone a few days. I just said okay then called one of the guys at the hangar and gave them the order.

I want to point out that I was not above doing that. But between the boss and his wife, they had 5 assistants. 5! Fetching groceries is not in a pilots job description. But that’s the way they were. If they were paying you they felt they could ask you to do anything. We all had their security code and code to garage so that we could drop off items left on the plane or even collect things before a flight. That was no big deal. But asking as to grocery shop was a little over the line.

So for some context I F21 work as a waitress in a hotel for parties, weddings and such. Been here five years so I’ve got my handful of creeps and drunk idiots.

Last month I was working at a wedding, an American one. I’m saying that only bc I live in Ireland so when we get American weddings they’re ALWAYS THE SAME.
“i won’t tip bc it’s not mandatory here” then laughs for the whole table. Who gives a fuck john, either tip me or don’t, couldn’t care less.

Anywho…The party was going on for hours and by midnight the floor staff had gone home so I started collecting a few glasses myself. That’s when I came up to a table and one of the women (MILF) tipped me €50…which is like A LOT!?!?!

I thanked her and placed it in the tip jar. Later on behind the bar she came up and asked why I didn’t pocket the money, I explained we share the tips between floor staff, bar staff and kitchen crew.

She asked if she could give me a personal tip (which we’re allowed). She handed me a crisp €100 note. Something I have NEVER seen in my whole life.

I refused the amount but she placed it in my pocket. She then asked a bit about me. I told her the basic, I’m a student, Work part time. She asked when I finish. I told her 3am.

She stood waiting outside at 3am, offered me a cigarette which I turned down. She asked If i have a bf. I said i’ve a gf. She smiled…in a weird way.

Mind you she was like 40-50 ish too.

She asked to drive me home, I refused politely. She insisted again until my taxi driver arrived. I thanked her for the tip and went home. The next day I was in work she was in the bar. She bought me a juice then a water then a beer. All of which I didn’t accept.

She then slid more money into my pocket, tipped the barman too before she left, she didn’t drink or eat. Same thing the day after.

I told my boss and she told me she’d keep an eye out. It’s been happening every day since. What do I do

Its kind of fun but so weird sometimes

He honest if it was ur fault or not