Not to spam forums but I need to share my life trauma from this morning. I was walking to work at like 7am when i saw this magpie pecking at something on the sidewalk, eating. When I got closer it flew away a lil and I got an up close view of what it had been picking at. IT WAS EATING A DEAD BIRD. IT WAS EATING IT'S FRIEND!!! Not even just a little eating, there was no meat left on this bird, it had been picked clean around it's bones and a lil bit of organs that were puffed up and red. Like, all the magpies in the neighborhood musta got together and had a feast on this dead magpie. Their friend! That is all, pls share your daily trauma.
Idk about daily trauma but the other day we went thru a car wash and the windshield instantly got dirty again because of all the insects hitting it I was pretty upset ;( And it was the most expensive car wash!
Today’s trauma for me will gross y’all out. But here goes anyway. I’m a prek teacher and one of my lovely students had a tummy ache. I told him to use the potty and he said he couldn’t that nothing would come out. 2 minutes later he waddled to me crying. I look down and no joke the poo was dripping out of his pants on both sides. It looked like Guacamole. I had to get him to the bathroom, clean the stuff off the floor before any of my other students mess with it and then clean him up. While cleaning him up he threw up onto my shoes. And that was my daily trauma.
O. It's been a bad day for animals today. I was in a happy go lucky way to work this morning, mad as usual at the traffic, thinking some idiot musta already gotten in a wreck, when I realized the reason we were all getting over was some poor doggo's guts were all over the highway. *cri* RIP Doggo
Alright so like a few weeks ago (not so daily but a story nonetheless) we had a rat loose in our store. I got in early near the end of the day before my overnight shift when I see an empty box in the middle of the floor. So I go to bring it to the back because that shouldn't be there when another employee shouts no don't do that! I turn and she walks closer and whispers about it being to catch the rat that has been roaming the store. Store closes, ops team continues doing our job as per usual. During our 3am lunch break I'm standing in the break room when I feel a sudden weight on my foot. Turns out the rat came into the staff room and he ran across over my foot and hides behind the couch. We spend about 2/3 of our break trying to capture this thing so we can take it outside. We corner him by the closed door with a bulletin board, which I'm holding. This is the moment where I learn rats can j u m p. He nearly gets over this bulletin board, flying up like 3.5 feet up in the air scaring the heck outta me like he's flying riGHT AT ME. My coworker manages to catch him and they're on their way down the escalator to bring him outside when the person holding the rat decides he wanted to check and make sure he's still alive by taking a better look at him but the slippery boi gets loose and jumps out of his hands and rocketships himself over the edge of the escalator falling from about 15-20 feet up and all they heard was a loud thud and he just wALKS AWAY LIKE IT WAS NBD. Later in the morning one of the morning staff sends an email to our boss saying "Poor little guy Our little friend tried to go back upstairs on the escalator but got stuck in it and unfortunately he is no longer with us. We cleaned it up, packed him up in a box and sent him on his way." SKDIDKWKSJSLSKS
This isn’t exactly daily trauma, but i once flatlined in an elevator (which is bad enough already), high off my face on some opioid i forgot the name of. That wasn’t a good time. (p.s it was given to me by a qualified doctor, it was a hospital elevator. Don’t do drugs kids.)