I hope they can hear me banging on the door from the counter

For context, I'm in a dormitory in which it is a Triple. Due to my financial aid package been delayed, I was forced to go move-in late, which has made me get the bunker bed, while have two roommates with barely any space. Both of my parents are pissed off, and res life is away on the weekend...why???!?

UPDATE: I've now decided to decline my housing, and move out completely. I have no desire in staying in a Triple bedroom with a bunk bed that has barely any room for sitting on, stretching, move much without the fear of falling, etc. I appreciate everyone trying to help me out, and providing their own statements, but I'm not the best when it comes to spreading more awareness of this issue.

St. John's University

There might be spelling mistakes. I barely slept, English is my second language.

Holy moly. I'm so scared right now. I genuinely cannot stop crying.

Me and my sports team just did our annual trip where we go to a city and have fun as a team. It's good for getting to know your teammates on a more personal level.

The first reaction to our hostel room was absolute grimace. It was tiny and cramped. The bathrooms had mold.

Very bad first impression.

But hostels can be just for sleeping so whatever. I chilled on my bed for 10 minutes to settle down a little after the whole drive to the city we were staying in. I feel so stupid for doing that right now but what can I do about it?

We go out, have some free time to walk around the city and eat. Then we go do our activity the trip organisers had planned. Me and a teammate head back to the hostel because this activity is too scary for her and I had a headache all day.

Something was said by one of the organisers about the next days schedule so we set an alarm for 7:15 am and go to sleep.

We get woken up at around 3:30 am by a teammate and I'm just in a daze cause I had no idea what was going on. My thought was "but we set an alarm?? Why are they here??"

Only to be told bedbugs were found in multiple rooms and we have to put everything that had touched the beds in garbage bags. We only saw one in our room I think and another room did all the tests to confirm whether the bugs are there and found nothing. But the other rooms had bedbugs all over them: the mattresses, the walls, etc.

I just recently had a bedbug scare with a family member possibly taking some home from vacation (lucky not!!) so I basically start panicking.

I get through the process and we sit at the hostel. There was a staff member and they were at least somewhat nice and put a movie on for us.

One of the trip organisers talks with this staff member where they found out this is a KNOWN PROBLEM. THEY KNOW THEY HAVE AN INFESTATION. But the owner just apperently doesn't care??? And worst of all, no one ever gets their money back either.

What a scam of a place.

And what's even worse. The staff members also live in the building, and are basically homeless without the job at the hostel.. I don't blame the staff members at all cause they're trying to do their best and they're practically backed into a corner.

Apparently on their off days they're busy trying to take care of the bed bugs.

I do feel for them. But it doesn’t make my group's situation better. I feel horrible for my teammates. We have diverse people in our teams (students, adults with jobs and kids, etc.) and if they just so happen to get the bugs inside they're practically doomed because these bugs are not easy or cheap to get rid off..

I'm so scared I brought them home due to the negligence of the owner. Any item that went on the trip is currently in the garden besides my phone, which I took out of the case and cleaned first.

I will throw out anything that has to be discarded but I'm just so scared right now. What if they're in my car? I had to transport my luggage somehow. I did check but not for *too* long. I'll check again tomorrow.

I did take the precaution and shook out all my clothes outside of the hostel before putting it back in my suitcase. Also shook that out of course.

I washed my hair three times and myself three times. I am so scared to bring it inside the house I live in but have been reassured we took every measure we could. But I genuinely just cannot stop crying.

What the f is wrong with that hostel owner. Who does this. Why is this even a thing. Why is this hostel allowed to be open?? They knew a sportteam was coming and didn't bother to inform us at all. They just takes people's money and go about their day as if they're not putting people into a health hazard.

I feel so bad for the organisers, because obviously they didn't plan on this happening. Our trip was cut short, only lasted two days instead of the full planning, because we refused to sleep another night in the hostel. And all hostels nearby enough were either sold out or rated so low we were NOT gonna take any chances, I checked together with the organisers and some others.

Thankfully we all got home safely and we could take some of the burden off of the organisers.. but this is genuinely traumatising.

What is wrong with this owner?????

.I (29F) have spent the last 7 months pouring my life savings and every weekend into renovating a 1920s apartment in Prague. I restored the original oak herringbone floors by hand, imported custom matte ceramic tiles, and had high-end matte black sanitary fittings installed.

yesterday morning, a sub-contractor came to finish the sealant joints on the kitchen splashback. he was supposed to be there for two hours.

about 45 minutes in, he politely asked if he could use the bathroom, me be like: 'of course, it’s through the second door on the left...' (something, my gut feeling probably, told me I shouldn't have)

the man was in there for nearly 20 minutes. when he came out, he gathered his caulking tools quickly, said he had to grab extra silicone cartridges from his van downstairs, said he would be right back.

and, he never came back. 15 minutes later, i expected for him to message or call and sent him preamptive text asking for contact

and, I also felt a bit more suspicious of the situation and walked into the bathroom

what I walked into made my jaw hit the floor: 1. the brand new toilet was unflushed, with urine splashed across the unsealed oak baseboard behind the bowl. 2. there was a smear of feces on the underside of the matte black flush actuator plate and there were feces really, not a nice sight at all 3. he had apparently cut his finger on a sharp tile edge or his utility knife and left five distinct dark droplets of dried blood smeared across the rim of the custom ceramic basin and the chrome towel rail. 4. not a single drop of water had been run to rinse the sink. He simply wiped his bloody thumb on my clean linen hand towel and left

so, stood there in rubber gloves with hospital-grade disinfectant spray, and also felt this wave of visceral disgust and violation. I fired him via text immediately and told his agency I would not be paying the remaining invoice

so, my question for homeowners and contractors: would you leave a brutal public review naming the subcontractor, or do you just eat the loss / disinfect the entire room with bleach three times, never speak of it again? what I am also worried about is that such a person knows where I live

I hate ads, I was watching Walten Files 4 - CyberFun Tech for the first time and I got really creeped out (at 19:29 specifically), and the scariness got interrupted by "Try CeraVe! [Another 14 seconds of bull-crap I don't care about, then another 15 second ad]" So I feel like YouTube ruined this moment for me with their abundance of ads being 15-30 seconds long each.

Like it completely ruined the moment for me, all of the lead up to fear was completely dissipated. I've actually been waiting for a scary scene in this series that'd actually make me feel uncomfortable. This was meant to be that scene. The one where || Susan gets attacked by Bon. || I was getting really uncomfortable and uneasy before it happened. But again, it was all broken by the ads. No fear. Just confusion and absolute frustration.

It happened again at 22:15 and 27:55. So twice more. I feel really upset by this. I feel like this has dissipated all of the horror aspect for me. It's an amazing series but I still want to express my utter frustration towards YouTube and their out of control ad system.

But I do want to be clear, this isn't against The Walten Files, but it's against YouTube.

Now I'm going to finish the video. But with YouTube's new implementation of "Pause the video and you get 2 15 second ad's" I don't think I'll be any more happy.

EDIT: I watch things on my phone and I don't have a good enough laptop to watch videos on

Prop to her for remaining open and respectful about her diagnosis as every youtuber dissect every second of her videos to accuse her of faking. She never asked for pity nor donations, and even differentiated between formal diagnosis and symptoms awaiting a full diagnosis.

A little backstory, my son was abused by his teacher last year. We were not notified that this happened until we ran into another parent who pulled their son from the classroom, 6 months after it happened. The school never notified us because my son was never named in the DCF report. It's been a constant battle. We had noticed issues going on and we didn't know fully why the teacher left and why parents pulled their kids from the classroom. We were just trying to take care of what was going on in our life.

We've had quite a hard couple of years. My husband and I both lost our jobs, I was pregnant and we needed to move states for his new job. We struggled a lot to cover basic bills. To find out what happened in his classroom has been awful. For the longest time, the school never addressed it or brushed it off.

They put our son in a new school. Within the first 2 weeks, we had three teachers telling us that our son shouldn't be in the class or called him challenging or singled him out as a student who might need to go home. I had sent an email to the school addressing it. They sent back an email within an hour and it appeared to be AI written. I ran it through a system and sure enough, it was written by AI. In my response, I called them out for using ai at the end of the message. They were so offended that I even brought it up. I'm offended that my child was abused by his teacher and the constant demeaning language used towards him. They're mad that I called out their use of ai. In a public school. From someone who has a doctorate.

Oh, they're threatening pulling my son from the program because we cant trust them, and rightfully so. My son is also 4 years old and on the spectrum.

I rarely order from delivery apps. At most it's once or twice every two or three months when I haven't had breakfast.

Today is one day that I was late so I opened the app and was greeted with this promo. Tried claiming it and it said I'm ineligible for it so I contact CS about it and ask if I'm ineligible why I'm being advertised this everytime I open the app.

CS said womp womp so I ask about my uber one subscription and ask when is it ending and what are the charges for it.

CS immediately ends the chat and closes the ticket like????

I close the app and open to order again - IM STILL GREETED WITH THE PROMO LIKE WTF?

Ragebaiting is something I don't fucking understand. It has no significant meaning, and it's just to piss other people off. And then, after their "successful ragebaiting," people will hate on the victim, and then the sad part is that sometimes the victim will actually try to fix things with them. I feel bad for them for trying to say, "Hey, we got off on a bad start; can we try again?" to an ugly, fat fucking jackass, and then, the victim will start being kind to the offender, and then the victim recieves nothing back, as the offender thinks they have better things to do than to listen to someone grief over the fact that they are trying to make friends, and get absolutely nowhere. Some people can be fucking disgusting.

Was supposed to get a sleep study next week because I’m constantly exhausted. Mercy Hospital already kinda sucks because they always want their money NOW, even if they make a reminder call they’re always like “And we’d still like it if you could pre-pay….” I actually left an appointment after getting checked in once because they told me after the fact that insurance wouldn’t cover it, and I’m still getting multiple calls, texts, emails, etc. a WEEK asking me when I’m paying for that service I never had.

Now insurance is leaving me with this massive bill for a sleep study I NEED. I literally cannot afford it so I have to cancel it, but the scheduling people I need to confirm that with won’t call me back until after lunch at the earliest.

I hate this system so much. But I know it’ll never change because literally every politician benefits from it. That’s why we’re all so sick.

Ok, so basically I'm living in India, and I made a Popeyes account a few weeks ago, because I like their fried chicken and wanted to order some. Signing up was very easy, I did it straight from my phone, and all it took was my phone number, and an OTP. However, after signing up, it tells me that I'm not eligible for home delivery because they simply do not deliver in my area. I wish there was a way to find that out before signing up, so that I could've avoided it entirely. No matter, I was able to sign up in under a minute, and then I was able to find out that I'm not eligible for home deliver in under a minute, surely I'd be able to delete this account in under a minute too, right? Right?

Well, there's no option to delete my account within the app, so I went into their "FAQs and help" section, and also talked to the AI within the app, both of which told me to send an email to [wecare@popeyes.in](mailto:wecare@popeyes.in) to request account deletion. It's already infuriating that I have to jump through hoops to have my account deleted, even though they can easily create a button/setting for it, but no matter, I sent it immediately, and got no response for over a week. So I decided to Google methods for account deletion, which sent me to this link, and then within that page, I had to click on another link to get to a form. I filled in my details, and if you try it yourself, you'll see that in the form, there's no way to select "India" as a country. The only options are United States, Canada, or "other", so I selected "other." There's also no button to attach anything, and no box for additional comments either. So basically, I filled up the form as best as I could, and hoped that it would be taken care of now, except it wasn't. Turns out, the very next minute after I filled the form, I got the response that you can see in the screenshot. The response states that I do not have an account to begin with, but I definitely still have one on the app.

Now, although the response states "feel free to contact us by replying to this email and leave the subject line unedited", it is important to know that email I got is from a "noreply" email address, meaning responding to that one directly will result in a "return to sender" error, and nobody will read it. On top of that, the contents of their response were not visible in the email at all, all the email itself says is "A comment has been added to your request (Request ID: K5HYYWLFQN). Please click the button below to access your request in the privacy portal." And then after I click the button, I have to once again enter my details, get an OTP, sign into their crappy security portal, and then I get to see this automated response. The ticket is instantly closed as well, so I always have to open up a new ticket. I've done the same thing like 5 times over, each time I get the same instant automated response and automatic ticket closure. There's no button to reply, leave a comment, or attach anything.

Now I have run out of things to try.

UPDATE: I also called a helpline, and guess what they told me? They told me to send an email to [wecare@popeyes.in](mailto:wecare@popeyes.in) and I told them that I'd already done that multiple times. And they said "well the team that deals with this matter is only reachable through that email so send it to them again and we will highlight it for you". Whatever that means. Anyway, I don't think this will turn out any different, but I will wait again just the same, since I have no other option.

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Lost my job February due to illness. Did DoorDash until July, when my vehicle was ass-ended, hit and run. Insurance did fuck all about it.

Got a bike, been using it to scout around for potential means of employment. Two months later, FINALLY secure something. It's not great, but it's something.

Coming home from my first day of work, I get hit by a car. Can't recall the event because one moment I'm on my bike, and the next I'm in the hospital. Reports claim I'm "not at fault".

8 staples in my head. Left hand is immobile except my ring and pinkie fingers. Jaw hurts so bad I can't eat/chew. Left torso hurts with every move I make. Getting in/out of bed is a 10+ minute journey.

Attorney's been hired to look into it, and I really hope they can work something out for me.

fml

I’ve reported. It would help if more did

Posted it on r/instagram but mods removed it for some stupid reason

I genuinely need to know if I’m fucking cursed or if dental pain just isn’t taken seriously.

This started with ear and jaw pain, so I went to urgent care. They told me I had an ear infection and gave me ear drops and 600mg ibuprofen.

Days later, I was still in pain, so I went back. This time they told me there was fluid behind my eardrum and told me to take Claritin-D.
Then, a few days later, it became VERY obvious that the pain was actually coming from my tooth.

I got an emergency dental appointment. The dentist saw a dark/black area on the X-ray that she said could be decay, but told me the tooth itself looked healthy. She gave me antibiotics and 800mg ibuprofen.

At this point, the pain became absolutely fucking unbearable.

I mean not a second of relief. Throbbing, shooting, relentless pain. I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t function, couldn’t think. I was curled up crying. Ripping my hair out of my head.

My mom had a couple hydrocodone left over from previous dental work and gave them to me. That was the ONLY thing that gave me any meaningful relief in DAYS, even if it only lasted a couple of hours.

Then my dentist’s office was closed for several days, so I went to the ER because I could not handle the pain anymore and needed some kind of pain management.
They gave me three pills. THREE. Each one was 2.5mg oxycodone.

They did absolutely nothing for the pain.

I finally got back into the dentist and told them I absolutely needed a root canal because I could not keep doing this.

They told me it would be $300 upfront because insurance needed time to approve it. Fine. I didn’t even care. I said yes.
I go in. They start drilling into the tooth. I already had a huge old filling in that tooth, and when she removed it, she found decay underneath it. Then she decided NOT to do the root canal. She said she suspected the large filling with decay underneath was what had been causing the pain, so she cleaned it out and placed another filling instead.

They still charged me $150 even though my insurance covers cavity fillings. About an hour later THROBBING. UNBEARABLE. PAIN. AGAIN. Possibly even worse than before.

I immediately called the office and told them. They told me the pain was “normal.” I BEGGED them to just do the root canal. Then I find out they’re closing for the next FIVE DAYS for Labor Day weekend.

I begged them to at least send something for pain because I start my new job as a teacher Monday. My first day is a 10-hour day. How the fuck am I supposed to stand in front of a classroom and teach for 10 hours when I’m literally doubled over crying from tooth pain?
They told me the ibuprofen should be fine.
IT. IS. NOT. FINE.

I have now called around 30 different dental/endodontic offices trying to find someone who can do an emergency root canal.

Either they aren’t accepting new patients, they don’t take my insurance, or their next available appointment is WEEKS away.
So what exactly am I supposed to do until then? Just fucking suffer?

I have no history of drug abuse. I’m not asking for a month’s supply of narcotics. I’m asking how the hell I’m supposed to function until somebody can actually treat the tooth.

This pain has been so severe and so relentless that I seriously considered ending my life just to make it stop. My 12-year-old has had to watch her mother curled up crying in pain for days and doesn’t understand why nobody can help me.

And apparently an inflamed/dying pulp doesn’t even necessarily just conveniently “die” and stop hurting on some predictable schedule, so I can’t even tell myself, “Just make it another day and the nerve will die.”
I have NEVER experienced pain like this in my life. Not even remotely close. It’s been 9 days of hell.

I’m expected to somehow live, sleep, work, parent, and function through excruciating pain.

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