All sorts of entitlement are welcome here!

So to set up this story. I'm part of a Discord Server for a DayZ rp server. The game just got a new dlc that only coast $13. Ain't to much but not everyone has that sort of money. Well one of the people in this server decides to call out people who can't afford it calling them clowns. Well call this guy EP for entitled prick. And before I get to the story my other post in story's of kevin is from this same discord server. I have a feeling I'ma get alot from this discord server.

EP:Plus people who cant afford Livonia are 🤡And say that its too hard too survive on Livonia are even bigger 🤡

DM(discord member): XD

Me:Yes let's just make fun of people financial status real mature.

EP:Dawg Its the same price as a Mcdonalds meal for two people 💀 💀

DM: Or liquor for one

EP: ^

Me:So your comparing eating to a video game? Yea that not the best way to validate something. I'd rather eat then buy something digitally

EP:Ahh i see. I assume you’re one of the broke ones. It's ok.

Me:Yea actually I am

EP:Then you have no room to argue 🤣🤣🤣.Its 14 dollars. I would understand if it was like 30. But its 14 💀

Me:Um yeah I got plenty of room. I actually know what it's like to not have alot of cash unlike an entitled prick.

EP:Dawg wdym I’m broke asf but i still bought Livonia 🤣🤣🤣I work for my shit 🤣🤣🤣

Me:I live pay check to pay check I Don't have alot for luxury buys. And yet you still act entitled

EP:Plus you must be smoking some good shit if you actually think im entitled 💀 💀 💀

DM2:Can we end this fucking argument

EP: No sir, We cant.

DM2: Well I tried.

EP: Thanks homie

DM2: Have fun kiddies

DM3: Haha valid attempt

DM2: Play nice

Me:I'm done I got nothing more to say to an entitled prick

EP: ok 🤡

Im not sure if this is entitlement but this seemed to be a good sub to post this.

The city i live in is a good city for the most part but can be an entitles asshole.

This morning the local news had a story about a local family who turn their home into a haunted walk. They have done it every year for the past 7 years.

They take 5 weeks to set up the house and its an attraction that is looked forward to by a lot of people.

Until today.

Seems code enforcement showed up and told them to shut it down and have everything removed in 24 hours.

Makes no sense at all...its been up for 7 years but now all of the sudden its a problem?

The news said that a neighbor complained... its times like this that make me dislike people...

Apologies for the format(?) I am on mobile... apparently that changes things.

I do apologize as well for the long story, it spanned most of the year up till now.

So let's start with some background : I have been working my job in a retail chocolate store for about a year and a half now, slowly making my way up. I'm not the type to care much about my status in the company at all, I just want to pay my bills. This Easter, my bosses came to me and offered to pseudo promote me by transferring me to another store, as the guy in charge. Seeing as I had a wedding with my pregnant fiancée coming up, I agreed, since I would be in charge of my hours.

Cast : Me (cis white male, the scum of the internet I know.) B: Boss DM: District Manager And EL: the star of our show, our very own entitled lass.

When I was transferred, I was told to introduce myself as just someone helping out. I felt pretty fine with explaining to the staff the situation, so I told them I would maybe be sticking around. Easter time is pretty hectic in a chocolate store, but with everyone's help we survived. Particularly EL, who impressed me very much with her go-getter attitude. When Easter ended, B asked me to confirm that I would stay. I said yes.

This is when it starts deteriorating.

The next time I see EL, she looks at the schedule for the next few weeks (the schedule I had made specifically to B's orders) and notices she has a low amount of hours (9 or 12 in that week. It was a small store, so not alot to split). She asks me if she could possisbly start getting more, as school is over and her availability is opening up. I agree, because she did good work, and the only reason she hadn't gotten more was due to me not actually being in charge of the schedule. In my mind, the deed is done, and everything is fine.

Naturally, this is r/entitlement. I was incorrect.

As I prepare to leave her to close, she makes mention that I have many hours. Seeing as how this was basically the reason I transferred, I confirmed, confused as to where she was taking the conversation. She "suggested" that I should part with some of them. "That's fair, and that's what a good leader would do."

Slightly upset, I attempt to explain that, good leader or not, I was promised these hours, and B had made it quite clear that I couldn't have my post and work lower hours in the company. This did nothing to pacify EL, however, as she begged me to reconsider, stating she had thousands of dollars of tuition to pay. I stated I also needed my hours, because I had a wedding and a baby on the way. She seemingly ignored this amd continued to beg. I eventually came very close to losing my patience, and simply walked out.

She wasn't done yet, however, and complained to B. B had my back, and essentially told her that, no, my hours were not up for grab. EL texted an apology, to which I responded that I woukd do my best to help her out, and that if we needed to work with a second job's schedule, we could. I again wrongly thought the situation was over.

The very next day, I am closing, and EL texts me. EL: Hi Me: Hello, EL. EL: Can I take the closing shift tonight? (It was currently 5 hours till close) Me, warily: No... Someone is already here. EL: Yes, but we can split it 50/50. Me: That's unneccesary. EL: I really think that, as a leader, you should consider being fair and sharing. Me: EL, I am getting a strange sense of déjà-vu... what makes you think this conversation will go any differently today?

She did not respond. I understood now that this was not likely to end any time soon, and texted B that EL had already restarted her gimmick. B told me to keep records and screenshots.

The next time EL works, I leave with almost no words save : DM says to keep in mind that no one may enter the backstore unless they have a shift.

I head to my fiancée's job, as she is a quick bus ride away, and make to order a burger when my phone rings. Lo and behold, EL, less than an hour after her shift began.

I grab my food and sit, roll my eyes at my wife-to-be over the counter, and pick up the phone.

Me: Hello, EL EL: Hi! I noticed that the new schedule has you with a lot of hours again, and I really need the money, and I wouldn't dream of asking anyone else for theirs as they really need it too. Me, suddenly so Raven : Okay. EL: Yep. Me: So... what do you suggest we do? EL: Well, seeing as you have an 8 hour close nexr week, we could split that and I could have the other half. Me: No. EL: No? Me: Nope. EL: Well then I will have to talk to B and DM about you, and urge them to reevaluate your leadership skills, because I think they are questionable at best. You aren't being fair, and a good leader is fair. And I guarantee, PYRIS, that if I were a man, and not a racial minority, that I would not have this issue. Me, immediately losing my cool, on the verge of crazy laughing: YOU'RE PLAYING THE RACE CARD? EL: Yes. Me: Okay, this conversation is over. I hang up, attempt to enjoy my food, and proceed to regale my fiancée (half-black, and a woman, just sayin') with the story, while I am desperately holding back Sephiroth levels of insanity.

As soon as that's over, I immediately call DM and give her the play-by-play. I'm told that there will be a conversation with EL, and a few minutes later get a call back telling me it was taken care of. I mash x.

I have about a week of respite before the next incident, but this week is still filled with frustration due to very lackluster performance on her part, culminating in possibly the worst close I've had the opportunity to open after.

I get to see this magnificent close after some fuckery takes place. Said fuckery is this:

2 am, Saturday morning. I am not scheduled to work the weekend, as I have worked all week, and an extra shift would make HR upset, because overtime. This doesn't stop EL. My phone wakes me up, and almost gives my fiancée a heart attack (the dog didn't like it much either). I answer, barely believing the caller ID.

Me: Hello? EL: Pyris, did you get my texts? Me: No, I was asleep. EL: I just got really sick and can't come in to work. Me, too tired to argue: Okay. I'll see what I can do. She hangs up.

I read the texts, and it's three paragraphs of begging and pleading to have her covered. The timing I find incredibly suspicious, since she was to work the entire day, and a reasonable person would have slept at this hour, but I immediately dismiss it and rapid fire texts to my other employees.

Now here's the kicker: EL had asked the person meant to close that day to take the close as well as the open, and that person agreed on behalf of it being her birthday.

Kicker number 2: The previous day was meant to be the final day our newest worker closed with another team member. There were specific instructions to make sure everything on our list was done, so as to set the right example.

Needless to say, when I walked into the store, groggy and frankly quite angry, I expected it to be presentable (although EL has suspiciously always forgotten something after the beginning of this tale). This was not the case.

Our store sells ice cream as well as chocolates, btw. I hear its a popular thing to do.

The ice cream tubs were filthy, unscraped (we need to scrape them to allow the opener to measure them in the morning) and unfilled. The counters were unwiped. The waffle cone maker had been left on all night (severe fire hazard) and I had reasonable doubt that the floor hadn't been mopped.

I got really mad, cleaned everything and texted B that this was the worst close I had ever seen. B was confused, but told me to take pics.

I worked the day and did my best to try and have someone come in, as B had assured me that the less overtime I did the better. So when our newest lass came in, I thanked her profusely. She then asked me if she could tell me something anonymously. Curious, I agreed.

She told me that the previous close was a bit of a clusterfuck, because in the crucial final hour, EL's friends has shown up and they had started chatting, planning for their night out in the bars. I did the math. It didn't look good for EL.

I cut EL'S hours to a single shift a week (she'd basically only been working that much) and the next time she worked after me, she looked at the schedule and flipped.

EL: WHAT? WHY DO I ONLY HAVE 4 HOURS?? Me: Because your performance was terrible. EL: Name one bad shift. Me: All of them, you never do most of the list. EL: THATS A LIE.

Angry, I grab my list and show her everything she hasn't done, but before I get to the second item on it, she intterupts and smugly declares that she did one item, and the next, and then smiles.

Me: You didn't sweep, I found popcorn all over the floor. You didn't therefore mop either. EL: I don't know where that popcorn came from. Me: I'd like to know too, because it looked pretty tasty.

She procedes to tell me that I am unfair. I lose my patience and beging yelling, especially when i point out that she was meant to train someone, and that the "Fucking waffle iron" was left on. I swore, I am not proud of myself.

She told me not to yell, and I somehow controlled myself enough to apologize. She then threatened to call DM, but not before telling me that I am too old(in my 20s) to work in a chocolate shop, and saying that liking the job was "retarded", and I all but dared her to.

B called me a few minutes later, and told me to file and report and in the future, keep calm. I complied, to this day.

After my report was sent, DM called me and said the report was clear and honest, which was good, but that my actions were not exactly great, although understandable.

I did not hear from EL directly, as I got the feeling she was actively dodging me, but NL once called me quite upset that EL had stormed in on a day where she wasn't working and basically took over the store for a bit, throwing out signs and serving customers. Obviously a no-no.

Another report, and EL was to receive a write-up. It took two weeks to be able to give it to her, as she couldn't receive it on personal hours.

EL then took a vacation, and also got a new job. At this point, she was making DM mad: every time she was scheduled, "something came up" and she had to switch the whole schedule up. DM told us that emergencies were the only acceptable reason to modify schedules now, and that was that, I thought.

EL eventually got quite upset because I was only scheduling her three hours a week, and demanded answers. I replied that this was a comfusing question, because if I ever scheduled more, she would give them away.

She became indignant, telling me that the past had no relevance to future schedules. That my job was to give her more hours since she had worked here longer than anyone at our store (which was true, but she was by far the worst). She told me the schedule should be flexible and accomodate her, and that she didn't understand why it was so hard for me to do. She told me that her other job only gave her one week at a time, and that even though ours needed two, I had to make it work, as she was promised more hours(not by anyone still in the company). She punctuated this with "I am saying all of this respectfully."

I repeated our company policy: two weeks scheduled at a time. She said "keep whatever hours you need, I hope it's enough to feed your new family." I thanked her.

She switched tactics, telling me that she was pregnant and also had kids on the way. I understood that she most likely didn't believe me when I spoke of my fiancée, and asked her when she was due, as maternity leave is a thing. She asked if she was paid, and I told her that the goverment did that, not me. A few hours later, she told me that she wasn't serious, that she was frustrated with her lack of hours. I didn't bother responding.

I continued to schedule EL for single shifts, which frustrated her somewhat, and she began only coming in once every two weeks. My store became nicer, and I was pretty happy. NL, though, was becoming frustrated, as she had to constantly cover for EL's bullshit, and begged me to hire someone. I couldn't, because HR had told us that could be misconstrued as us pushing EL out. A concealed termination, if you will.

A month or two of this and EL eventually messes up: she calls in sick and comes to buy ice-cream during what would have been her shift. This leaves a paper trail, so I report her, but not before asking B if it is truly a problem.

DM calls and says that that is indeed another write-up, and that EL will be receiving it from B, as I would be on vacation. She also mentions that come the next month, this issue would be over, as EL has been working on a seasonal contract for 3 years, and that the company can release her whenever they see fit. Satisfied that I didn't hsve to stretch my patience anymore, I thanked her and left for my vacation quite happily (it was time to get married).

Upon my return, I was filled in that EL had refused to sign the write-up and said she would hand in her two weeks notice.

I could not be any happier about such crazy events being finally over with.

First post second account, fun stuff

Cast- Me= short tempered 14yo(m)

G1= friendly gamer

G2= youtuber asshole sunuva cunt

Some backstory: i was playing pixel gun 3d (the birthchild of call of duty minecraft and roblox) and i met g2 in a game of sandbox. G2 invited me to a squad where i met g1.

Everything was.cool and after the 2nd or 3rd round g2 showed his true colors. He started bitching about the money G1 AND I wasted.

The after the next round he fuckin straight up in squad chat WHILE RECORDING told g1 she needed to die. I was livid and confused, I've never experienced something like this ever, and spent the next 5-10 minutes comforting her.

She texted me in the friend chat to find him tell him she was sorry. So i looked, found nothing, and she stopped talking to me. And im scared to death that she did something to herself. A fucking 14yo scared to death over the thought of a stranger hurting themself. I dont know what to do.

Ok so this happened 2 days ago.Lets set up the background real quick, I'm 13 lil sis is 6. We were on a camping trip with my family. I was out climbing rocks with cousin at the time I got this from my mom.

Now the cast (not bothering with the phone crap)

S:sister AM: amazing mother EA: Entitled aunt/ large crotch demon PU: poor uncle

So my mom and sis had woken up and had gone over to get breakfast here the convo I got from my momin Spanish I think

Am: hey S do you want some eggs with butter? S:hhhmmm mabye later EA: no come on and get in line to get some food. AM: ignores her ok then go on and play EA: no come on and eat we are All going to eat now. Note in my house we eat if we are hungry S:oh okdoesn't know who to listen to* Am:* is really annoyed at this point but didn't want to make a scene so she lets it go*

Me and my cuz were arriving when this started so we just kinda stood there watching.

And note when we got back she gave me and her a lecture about letting them know where we went, I had told my mom but I am slightly afraid to talk back to her so I just bite my tongue and dealt with it.

Ok 1st sorry for typos and 2nd this is not to hate on police but some are just bad people.

So my family is a military family and we were at the time in South America. And police there are either really awesome people or are just downright corrupt. I was lucky enough to meet a good one, but also a bad one.

FD= friends dad. CP= corrupt police.

So it begins on a day on my way to school. My friends dad was driving us and my dad was at work at the time. All the sudden we get pulled over. The conversation goes a little like this but I was 5 so I can’t remember everything.

CP: Senor ven conmigo.

FD: Espanol no muy bueno tu able ingels

CP: Sir I need you to come with me.

FD: Why?

CP: You were speeding and ran a red light.

He did neither of these.

FD: No I didn’t.

FD: I think you have the wrong person sir.

CP: Ok if you don’t come with me I’ll tow your car.

FD: Ok then.

My mom came and drove us to school and as you can guess we were late. The next day I found out that his car was being held at a very high price if he wants it back. I don’t remember how much but my dad was mad. So the next day FD drove us to school my dad came with us. So if he pulled us off over CP would have to fill out a lot if he pulled us over. (Something to due with international relationships or something idk)

And we can all agree that’s that is the worst kind of work. So he pulled us over he saw my dads ID and immediately dropped it. My dad got his name told his superior about the situation and from what I remember the officer got a lot of paperwork work to do. I saw him once more after that during a field trip and he was at his desk doing a mountain of paperwork.

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Cheers!