I gave my mom what I thought was a soup-themed bath bomb some years back, but it was actually soup. She had to call my dad in to get her out of the greasy tub.

im sick of this fucking job man
all it does it control my life :(

they make me attend meetings at night 2x per week already and that was already bad for my mental health and made me unable to leave the house on those days essentially

and he wants to make it worse???