What are you still salty about?

[AmberTurnerCo]

Years later

I would not getting a wagon wheel in year 5 over 18 years ago.

@DeliciousBass

I will never forgive my mum for sending me to the playgroup Christmas party (early 90s) in a taffeta turquoise dress when I didn't want to wear. Only to turn up to all the other kids in normal clothes. I still remind her about it now at 32. It scarred me.

The others were probably all envious at the time :)

My late Mum, who chopped up my oldish piano on the back yard in the 1950 era. I had a lovely piano teacher. and was doing really well, then she moved away, so had another piano teacher, who was a very strict skinny and witch like woman, and I hated her, so told my Mum that I would try and find another teacher later, as loved playing the piano, But time went on a bit, and no piano teacher for a while. So my Mum got livid,paying out all the money for piano lessons, and I had temporarily stopped, but got home from school one day, and she had chopped up my piano, given my piano seat to a neighbour, and given my leather case that carried my sheet music, away.

Just remembered another one! I was on holiday at a caravan park with my family when I was quite young and during the evening entertainment I got called on stage with this boy and we took part in a competition. They'd play the start of a Disney song and we had to run over, tap the presenter's shoulder and tell him what film it was from.

I was a big Disney fan so I was ahead of this boy by several points but the presenter suddenly said the boy was winning and swapped our scores around - the woman who was 'helping' me protested for a second that I was actually winning but then dropped it. The presenter asked the last question and I answered but since he'd swapped our scores around he said the boy had won and I got sent off the stage while the boy accepted some prizes.

I ran crying to my Mom who'd been watching and was absolutely fuming - apparently another parent went up to her to say they couldn't believe they'd done that either! I can't remember the exact prize the boy got but it seemed very 'boyish' if you know what I mean so I wonder if maybe they didn't have a 'girls' prize prepared but then why invite me up in the first place??

My Mom complained to the staff but they weren't too interested and offered me a little light-up toy - I was placated at the time 'cos I was young but I get really annoyed whenever I think about it now I'd have been happier to not receive a prize but just some acknowledgement that I did actually win!

I was on a p7’s trip to London from Scotland. We went to the Houses of Parliament for a tour and I bought postcards to send up. Our MP who was (and is) a pompous twat met us and spotted I had postcards in my hand. He grabbed one and autographed it telling me “that’ll be worth something one day”.

Never voted for the pillock or the party he was a member of for as long as he was a member because of it.

@Derekhello
After I heard she had passed, I bought a pack from Morrisons, chose the fattest 3 and sucked the jam out. I didn't eat the rest but put them on the bird table (not good I know) and then thought 'Ha Ha!, Miss W!' (a la the 'Henry Higgins' song in My Fair Lady). But, you know, I'm not bitter ;)

My step dad threw my life size teddy out. He put him in the skip and all I could see was Horace lying in the skip on the back of the truck, going up the road with his arm in the air as if waving. Ok I was 16 but he was still my Horace!

My mum made a beautiful big strawberry pavlova when I was 10, and someone ate all the strawberries off it. My DB (probably the strawberry thief) told my mum it was me (it was not and I would not dare) and she shouted at me, and called me a little bastard. The injustice still rattles.

My year 4 teacher asked me to find Brazil on the map, and I misunderstood him (he had a strong accent) and thought he said a word that sounded like 'Brass-sell', so I spent ages looking and could not find it. When I said I misunderstood him, he shouted and said I always sought to blame others for my failings. I was so sad and questioned myself for ages after that.

Shit head.

I was sent with another girl on an errand in junior school. She waited in an alcove in the corridor. Teacher accused us of playing hide and seek. I said “she doesn’t even like me , why would I play hide and seek with her” and got told off for speaking back!

I worked as an extra on a successful French series, just to help out a friend's friend, the guy was the director and needed extras, I needed a bit of cash, so here I am.

During one shot, the cameraman asked me "were you here on the previous shot?"
Said yes, cameraman said "fine".
And then the actor said, loudly "poor her, she wants to be famous and you haven't even seen she was here".

I hated that experience. It's boring as hell, people are rude, stressed and you can't sneeze without being told off by a pretentious guy whose job is literally to carry a long stick with a fluffy microphone.

And overall, I hate that actor. He's not even a big one at all.

Age about 6.favourite video was wtach with mother. My mum sold it at a jumble sale. Still bitter.

As an adult, bitter of being blamed for ex friends mental health after her fucking up my marriage, making out she was sleeping with my husband and that I was a paranoid wreck back fired on her so she said I had caused her anxiety and depression (funnily enough she claimed all that before it all kicked off).

Fuck you Lauren.

This is a fascinating thread and it's clear there are some mean people about .

I was about 7 and at playtime another girl became upset that she was being left out, it was nothing to do with me. She mentioned my name to the teacher and the teacher stuck a notice on my back which said 'I don't love anybody apart from myself'. I didn't know about it for about half an hour when another child told me. The girl apologised that I'd been blamed and had mentioned my name to say it was nothing to do with me. The teacher hadn't listened.

There are a lot of mean people who need shit parcel deliveries. Or a poke in the eye.

@YouBelongHere

Just remembered another one! I was on holiday at a caravan park with my family when I was quite young and during the evening entertainment I got called on stage with this boy and we took part in a competition. They'd play the start of a Disney song and we had to run over, tap the presenter's shoulder and tell him what film it was from.

I was a big Disney fan so I was ahead of this boy by several points but the presenter suddenly said the boy was winning and swapped our scores around - the woman who was 'helping' me protested for a second that I was actually winning but then dropped it. The presenter asked the last question and I answered but since he'd swapped our scores around he said the boy had won and I got sent off the stage while the boy accepted some prizes.

I ran crying to my Mom who'd been watching and was absolutely fuming - apparently another parent went up to her to say they couldn't believe they'd done that either! I can't remember the exact prize the boy got but it seemed very 'boyish' if you know what I mean so I wonder if maybe they didn't have a 'girls' prize prepared but then why invite me up in the first place??

My Mom complained to the staff but they weren't too interested and offered me a little light-up toy - I was placated at the time 'cos I was young but I get really annoyed whenever I think about it now I'd have been happier to not receive a prize but just some acknowledgement that I did actually win!

A similar thing happened to me. I’d made it to the final of some awfully cheesy ‘cutest kid on camp’ kind of competition when I was 7 or 8.

The top 3 were to win amazing prizes including the top prize of a fancy crown, pretty dress, and best of all a return holiday.

I came second so missed out on the top prize but was reassured that my prize would be great too. They took me and 3rd place winner to a side room for our prizes. A pack of crayons was handed over and we were ushered out.

My parents figured out later the whole thing was a fix, the parents of first prize winner was a friend of the camp owners

One of the things that pissed me off the most was that I had exactly the same thing as the 3rd place winner, not even a bigger pack of crayons!

My son has AS. He wasn’t diagnosed until he was 14. The headmistress knew of his history but still chose to write “ You have a brain, now use it” across his report card. He struggled with math all his school years.

I want to send her an update with his university grades, including a high math score.

The same headmistress gave him a failing religion grade when he decided not to attend a “pro life event” the entire school was made to attend. He had my support in his decision. The headmistress and I went round and round on that issue.

I was kicked out of ballet aged 4 for not being good enough.
Then I was kicked out of gymnastics at age 5 because I couldn't do a head stand.
DH forgetting to bring a pillow for me for the car ride home after my emergency section with DD (she's 5 tomorrow).

I'm 35 now and these things still sting.

When I was child we were going to a fireworks night even in our town, I didn’t want to wear my (embarrassing) pink coat with a fur hood and kicked off, and despite many warnings, I still made a fuss so we weren’t allowed to go, obviously I said I’d wear it then but it was too late and my mum really didn’t take me! Devastated. Not sure there’s any injustice in it though 🤦🏻‍♀️

Second one was my first ever time trick or treating, I had a costume and everything, older brother was supposed to take me but he refused (not sure why my mum didn’t!!!) but I didn’t get to go and in fact have never been trick or treating (I don’t necessarily like that part of it anyway despite being a bit Halloween fan) I will never forget it!

I was hired on a full time temp contract for 3 months at £7 per hour. The permanent employees I worked with earned the same but instead of being hourly paid they were salaried. Basically they worked out the annual pay, divided by 12 and paid them that amount each month. So in a short month like Feb they earned slightly more than £7ph, and in a long month like July they earned slightly less than £7 per hour, and it averaged out over the year.

Of course to avoid hassle they paid me the same monthly amount as the other employees. Which worked out at less than £7 per hour because I’d been hired to work Jun/July/Aug which are long months. I kicked up a fuss because I was being paid less than the advertised rate - over the 3 months I was basically losing 2 days salary. They said tough shit.

So I figured that a box of stock was worth more than 2 days salary. Made sure there was nothing in my contract that said I had to pay for breakages. Then pushed the box off the shelf and smashed the lot. Made me feel better!

20 years later I’m still annoyed about it and wish I’d known that I could have taken them to small claims court. It wasn’t the only time it happened either - two other unscrupulous employers failed to pay me for the hours I worked. I guess people think it’s ok to rip you off because you’re “only a teenager” and it’s “only a hundred quid”.

I pestered my parents into getting me an A La Carte Kitchen for Christmas when I was about six, on the strength of the advert I'd seen on Saturday morning TV. In it, a little girl was shown playing with the kitchen and then taking a plate of beans on toast to her parents. It was heavily implied that she had heated the beans and toasted the bread using the stupid plastic kitchen. I think I even tried to persuade my parents that it would be a worthwhile thing for them to buy me because I would be able to make them breakfast in bed every weekend. I can still feel the intense disappointment when I got the thing and realised it didn't actually have a working hob or gas grill.

Ds, aged 5 or 6, was a brilliant reader, but his year 2 teacher didn't know this as his writing was terrible (subsequent diagnosis of dyspraxia). One day she spotted him reading 'Harry Potter & the Deathly Hallows', & gave him a bollocking for not 'choosing a reader that's more suited to your ability'. When ds politely explained that he'd read all the HP books in the series & was desperate to get to the end, she called him a liar & confiscated it. Fuck you, Mrs Bunns, & congratulations to ds for his pair of grade 8s in English igcse this week .

Same school, year or two later, dd1 had a couple of chocolate coins in her lunchbox. It was January, we had leftover Xmas chocolates & I'd put them in in a moment of whimsy, thinking it would be a nice surprise for her to find them under her sarnie. Massive telling off from horrible dinner lady ensued - dd1, being a total goody goody, thought her world had ended & sobbed so inconsolably that they had to get her big brother out of class to calm her down .

Apart from anything, it was entirely MY fault - I had never run foul of their draconian 'healthy lunch box' policy before because I always did totally blameless lunches automatically, & I just hadn't given it a second thought...

My brother is very tall, 9 years older than me and has the same initials as me. When I was 6 and he was 15 he painted his initials in large black letters on a barn wall..... but I got a rollicking from the farmer who owned the barn.

Primary school, I was about 7. We'd been doing a craft activity in the afternoon and as usual the teacher counted all the scissors out, and she counted them all back in again. There was 1 pair missing. Teacher said we had to look for them and wouldn't be allowed to leave until they were found.
Someone found them in MY drawer. I think the person who had pinched them was the same person who found them, but I was never certain.

And...and...
When I was in reception they school had a woodwork station that went round the classes and everyone got a go except me. Every day they'd ask who hadn't had a turn and every day I put my hand up and every day they picked two other kids until it was just me. And when I asked if I could have my turn they said no because it was going to another class. I was so upset. Then everyone got their creation to take home and I was the only one without.

What goes round these peoples heads I wonder, especially when so many of these were when we were children. I wouldn't dream of acting like such a nasty wanker.

Also some of these sibling ones are making me glad DD is an only!!

That's just reminded me of another one.

I worked as barstaff in a huge nightclub, but due to poor management people were leaving and they didn't hire new staff

We had a huge busy night and we were due to work from 7pm till 4am. Management told us that because of lack of staff, we could not have a break.
I suggested the 2 managers could cover staff breaks - but apparently they were far too important.
At about 1am I was so tired and had enough watching the mangers flirting with the dancers, so i quit there and then.
I'm still a bit salty, but quitting made me feel much better.

Reading out loud to the teacher in school, the word island was in a sentence.
She stopped me and asked someone to come up to tell me what the words was.
I knew how it was pronounced and was livid I never got the chance to show her.

Asked a teacher to help me spell Circus. She sent me to look it up, then had a go at me when I was still there 15 mins later going through the S section of the dictionary. I'ver never understood how you are meant to look up a word you cant spell.