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.
My Twin Sister Deleted Our Photos and Disappeared — When I Finally Found Her, She Pretended Not to Know Me
Miley’s life turned upside down when her twin sister, Sara, erased all their photos from social media and disappeared without a trace. When Miley finally found her months later, Sara’s reaction was even more chilling: she pretended not to know her.
I’ll never forget the day when I found out that every photo of Sara and me had vanished from social media. Just… gone. Like we’d never existed.
My heart was pounding so hard, and I almost felt like throwing up.
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Let me back up a bit. I’m Miley, just a regular 24-year-old girl trying to do her best in life. Everything was going well up until a few months ago.
It all started after I had finally landed a job that could jumpstart my career. I was sharing a tiny apartment with my twin sister, Sara.
We’d been through thick and thin together, from losing our mom in a car accident when we were five to navigating the foster care system.
Those early days after Mom died are a blur.
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I remember holding Sara’s hand as we walked into our new foster home. We were so terrified.
“It’ll be okay, Miley,” Sara whispered. “I’ve got you.”
That was Sara. Always the brave one, always looking out for me. She’d always step in whenever kids at school would tease me about my secondhand clothes or my quiet nature.
“Back off!” she’d scream. “Nobody messes with my sister!”
We were the same age, but Sara had taken up the role of the protective elder sister who was always there to keep me safe.
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I don’t know how I would have dealt with the bullies if it wasn’t for her.
Growing up, Sara and I were inseparable. We shared everything from clothes to dreams. We even went to the same college together.
After graduation, I landed a job at a marketing firm, while Sara was still searching for her big break.
“Don’t worry about me,” she’d say, waving off my concerns. “You focus on killing it at work. I’ll figure something out.”
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“I’m here for you, Sara,” I’d tell her. “And I always will be. We’ll figure this out together, okay?”
It was a few months after graduating when we rented this small, cozy apartment.
We’ve made so many memories there, and it felt so good to live with my twin sister. After all, she was the only family I had.
But a few months ago, things started to change.
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Sara became… different. Secretive. She’d disappear for hours without explanation, or stay glued to her phone at home.
One night, we were sitting in the living room when I decided to confront her. I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Sara, what’s going on? Are you seeing someone?”
She glanced up from her phone, looking annoyed. “What? No. Why would you think that?”
“You’re always on your phone, sneaking off… I’m worried about you.”
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She rolled her eyes. “Miley, I love you, but you need to chill. I’m fine. Just… doing some research for job stuff.”
I wanted to believe her, but something felt off.
However, since I was swamped with work and wanted to prove myself at my new job, I decided not to worry about it.
Big mistake.
A few weeks later, I was at work when I noticed Sara had erased our online history. All our photos had disappeared from social media, and she had blocked me from every platform.
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I raced home from work that day, praying I was overreacting. But my worst fears came alive when I burst into our apartment.
Sara was gone.
Her closet was empty and she had taken everything that belonged to her. Books, laptop… even the stupid stuffed penguin she’d had since we were kids.
That was the worst day of my life.
I had no idea what to do. I couldn’t believe that my sister left me without saying goodbye. Without telling me why she couldn’t live with me anymore.
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I spent the next few weeks looking for her. I went to the police station, asked my friends for help, posted online… I did everything I could to find her.
“I’m sorry, miss,” the officer said for what felt like the hundredth time. “Your sister is an adult. If she chose to leave, there’s not much we can do.”
But I couldn’t give up. Sara was more than my sister. She was my other half. My best friend. The only real family I had left.
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Months went by and there was no trace of her.
At that point, I kept myself distracted with work during the day, but the nights were horrible. I cried myself to sleep in our half-empty apartment.
I was at my lowest point.
Then, one day, while I was out doing some shopping to distract myself, I saw her.
Sara. My sister.
She was walking arm-in-arm with an older man, laughing like she didn’t have a care in the world.
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My heart skipped a beat.
“Sara!” I cried. “Oh my god, where have you been? Why did you leave?”
But the look she gave me… it was like I was a total stranger. Cold. Distant.
“Who are you?” she asked, her voice eerily calm. “I don’t know you.”
“What? Sara, it’s me. It’s Miley. Your sister. Your twin.”
Sara’s face remained blank. “I’m sorry, but I think you have me confused with someone else. Please leave us alone.”
The older man she was with looked concerned.
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“Is everything alright?” he asked, glancing between us.
I turned to him. “Please, you have to help me. This is my sister, Sara. We grew up together. She disappeared months ago, and I’ve been looking everywhere for her.”
“Is this true?” he asked Sara.
She sighed. “Fine. Yes, it’s true. This is Miley, my twin sister.”
The man’s eyes widened.
“Twin sister? But that would mean…” He extended his hand to me. “I’m Kevin. I’m… well, I guess I’m your father.”
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I stared at him as my mind struggled to process this bombshell. “Our… father? But we never knew our dad. Mom always said…”
“Maybe we should sit down,” Kevin suggested gently. “I think we all have a lot to talk about.”
I followed them to a nearby café. Sara finally met my eyes when we settled into a booth.
“I’m sorry, Miley,” she said softly. “I didn’t mean for it to happen like this.”
“What happened?” I asked. “Why did you leave? Why didn’t you tell me?”
She took a deep breath.
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“Remember when I was being all secretive with my phone? I… I took one of those DNA tests. You know, the ones that tell you about your ancestry?”
I nodded, still confused.
“Well, it matched me with Kevin here,” she continued. “He’s our biological father.”
“I had no idea,” Kevin began explaining. “I took the test on a whim. All my golf buddies were doing it. And I was so shocked when Sara contacted me… I dated your mother briefly. Years ago. But she never told me she was pregnant.”
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“But why keep it a secret?” I asked Sara. “Why disappear?”
Sara’s eyes filled with tears. “I… I wanted something that was just mine, for once. We’ve shared everything our whole lives, Miley. Our clothes, our friends, our tiny apartment. When I found out about Kevin, I just… I wanted to explore this connection on my own. Just for a little while.”
“And you erased me from your life?” I whispered.
“I know it was wrong,” Sara said, reaching for my hand.
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“I got carried away. I convinced myself that you’d be fine without me, that you had your new job and your life… I’m so sorry, Miley.”
Kevin cleared his throat.
“I take full responsibility too,” he said. “When Sara told me about you, I should have insisted we contact you right away. I was just so excited to get to know my daughter… I didn’t think about how it might affect you.”
At that point, all I needed was some time to process everything.
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What was supposed to be a trip to the mall had suddenly turned into an unexpected family reunion. I couldn’t believe I was sitting with my long-lost father and my twin sister who I thought was gone forever.
“I need some air,” I mumbled as I stood up. “I’ll be back”
I quickly left the café and took a deep breath.
A few seconds later, I felt a hand on my shoulder.
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It was Sara.
“Miley,” she said softly. “I know I messed up. Big time. But you’re my sister and nothing will change that. Can you forgive me? Please?”
I looked at her for a few seconds and realized she was still the person who’d always protected me. She was my Sara, and I had to forgive her.
“On one condition,” I smiled. “No more secrets. Okay?”
“Deal,” she nodded and pulled me into a hug.
As we held each other tight, I realized our story wasn’t over.
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It was just beginning… with a new chapter, a new family member, and a bond that couldn’t be broken.
At that point, we had a lot to figure out, but I knew we’d do it together. Just like we always had.
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