I guess due to luck with circumstances, this is often an issue for me. I wonder how normal it is. I was joking about this today with someone and comparing it to the scene from The Simpsons where Mr. Burns wakes up from being shot and randomly starts yelling Homer’s name when asked who shot him. Thirty minutes later someone tried to confront me because I seemed like the most likely candidate for who stole their mail.
for the first year of my current job, I worked in a different department. (Service advisor at a car dealership, also, I hated it)
we had a mechanic who was ready to not be a mechanic anymore, and move on to something else (ill come back to that later) and we had a senior service advisor who was a crotchety lecherous old man who needed to fucking retire.
they worked with each other for so long that they had become like an old couple, getting into screaming matches at work, Usualyl it involved the old guy giving a job to the mechanic that the mechanic didnt want to do (he’d throw hissy fits over being given certain types of vehicles),
they had a full on screaming match in the garage where my computer was, I walked in to witness it. I walked away because I hated dealing with either of those people when they were having a manchild meltdown. they saw that I saw them, but didnt say anything.
The next day they’re talking to each other about someone having ratted on them for their fight. and were giving me the murder eyes…
one of the bosses, witnessed the fight on camera with audio… I never said shit. I explained it afterward, to the mechanic and the old guy, the mechanic understood, the old guy didnt want to hear it.
that was 3 years ago, the old guy is gone now, and both the mechanic, and myself, work in the sales department, and the relationship is completely 180’d to the point that we can laugh about those days now.
My girlfriend jumped my ass a few days ago because I did all the chores.
I get home a few hours before she does and she’s been stressed about work and the long drive so I’ve been doing all the chores and getting dinner ready. I figured she’d be able to relax instead of being strung like a bow and since I have about 3 hours of time before she got home that we’d be able to spend more time together too.
Turns out I’m making her feel like she doesn’t contribute enough by doing all the chores and she needs to feel like she accomplished something when she gets home.
So, I got blamed for making her look lazy when my intent was just to give her time to chill.That sucks. Sounds like you two need to work on your communication.
Girlfriends be crazy, yo!
1 minute ago. I’m married. The reason doesn’t matter, there will be another I’ve pretty soon.
You make it sound like it was an arranged marriage.
A couple months ago a colleague thought I had automated the review of all the files in a massive [highly patterned] PR, but I actually manually went through each file efficiently and systematically. Mostly I’m just accused of being a robot.
I jokingly accuse my partner of stealing my glasses when I lose them. I just put them down in random places and am then too blind to find them again. A few days ago I told my partner I lost my glasses and he blamed ME for stealing my own glasses!! How can I steal my own glasses??
You tell us. How did you steal your own glasses?
I did it with a feather, two eggs, and a barrel of molasses.
Couple of years ago, I ended up driving into the side of this guy who, coming from the lane to the left of me suddenly decided he needed to make a right turn to the exit on my right.
There were no cameras, so in the end the insurance companies agreed to split the blame 50:50. I’m still furious about it! 😁
As a teen, I once went to open the microwave but the handle wasn’t attached, it just lifted off. I think one of my siblings broke it and then placed it back carefully. Half my family was in the room when I lifted the handle off and to this day they don’t believe me that it offered 0 resistance and that someone else might have broken it. We kept that microwave for years after that and just had to pry it open with finger nails.
The cat did a silent fart and jumped off the couch. The wife seemed to think it was me. I never even smelt it.
I’m a consultant so this happens regularly.
A specific kind?
Business consulting.
Couple times a day, by myself, constantly.
