Some pretty strange stuff happens sometimes, especially when we're alone at night. Whether it's a series of sounds somewhere in the house, a shadow that you can only see out of the corner of your eye, or some lights in the night sky, there are a lot of things we experience that can't quite be explained.
Reddit user u/GiannisXo asked:
I think it was Summer of '97. A little after 9 pm, I heard a very distinct "humming?" noises coming outside.
I looked out my bedroom window. Just past the houses to the west in an open field, I see a dark, unlit object about 150-200(?) feet in the air.
I stare in awe at it for a few minutes, then commercials were over and the show I was watching resumed.
About 10-15 minutes later I hear helicopter noises, coming in fast, and very low. I see 3 military helicopters fly overhead.
About a month ago, I picked up my brother from the bars. He was pretty much done for the night (Blacked out). Well on our 30 minute drive back home, he looks in the back seats and says "Anthony who is in the back seat", to which I reply no one, it is just you and me. 10 minutes pass by and again he asks, and again I said no one is in the back (as I had previously checked).
With my drunk brother still with me, I met up with a friend at a bar in the town we live in. At this point my brother was really tired, so I drove him back home, with my friend sitting in the back. I get home, and my father had just parked in our drive way. All three of us in my car hop out and my dad says hello to us. Keep in mind 3 of us hopped out of my car, My brother, my friend and I.
The next night my father comes home from work, and he asks me who was in the back seat. I looked at him confused and said "no one, there was three of us only, and my friend got out to greet you". He replies with, "I know, but there was someone else that stayed in the car and didn't get out". I was in shock and confused when he brought this up. I don't know what to make of any of this, but it def creeped me out as my father and brother did not interact the following day due to work schedules. My brother doesn't remember any of it, and my dad brought it up days later, asking me if there was no one in the back. He said the 4th person was wearing a tan jacket.
My friend was wearing all black that night. My dad believes it was his brother, who passed away almost 10 years ago. It's really odd that two people saw something and I didn't, neither did my friend.
Once upon a time, maybe 15-16 years ago I had a friend, with a trampoline and a big Boxer-dog. We would play, jump on the trampoline, and her dog would run back and forth under it because the two of us whooping and laughing got the dog all excited, as dogs do. Of course, the dog would pant as she ran around under the trampoline, it was a very distinct sound. Couldn't miss it.
Cut to one day when I go over to play, and it turns out the dog got hit by a car and killed, the family buried Molly in their back yard. They had another puppy, a ridiculously tiny dust-bunny of a thing, and it was inside when we started playing on the trampoline. Soon after, we heard a distinct sound, like a dog panting right under our feet. We both stopped, looked at each other, and decided to keep playing, until it happened again. We stopped, and looked down through the semi-transparent trampoline mesh to see there was nothing there. We both heard it, both times.
We both recognized it for what it was. That's basically what started me believing ghosts aren't always just stories, and it wouldn't be my first encounter either.
Still the apartment in which my mom and I lived couple of years ago. Missing and reappearing items were really creepy. The bathroom light turning itself on several times one night was worse. The handprint on the glass door to the attic (located in the bathroom roof) was the worst. Funfact: my mom told me around one week ago that the landlords mother has died in that apartment and NOONE lived there longer than half a year - including us.
I don't remember this, but my mom told me the story.
We moved into a new house when I was 4. And one of the first nights I had a dream about a nice old woman who was talking to me the way old women talk to little kids. "How old are you? Do you like pre-school?"
The same night, my mom had a dream about the same old woman. But instead of being nice she was screaming at her to get out of her house.
So... I know this is long but I'll try to be clear.
One day, my 3 year old cousin and I decided to go up to the attic at my mom's house to get something. On our way up, my cousin asks "Are we going to see the little boy?", to which I reply "What??". I honestly thought I had misheard her and dismissed it.
Well, a month later we do the same and, again, on our way she asks "Are we going to play with the little boy?". This time I knew I hadn't misheard and asked what little boy was she talking about: "The boy that is in the attic". Of course, my very "brave" teenage me noped out of there as fast as possible and casually mentioned both cases to my mom and aunts.
Since the house we lived on used to be my grandmas house, and since we knew she had had a miscarriage there years ago, we started addressing the "little boy in the attic" as my uncle. It kinda turned into a joke and no one gave it much thought.
Two weeks go by and my aunt decides to go to a party with some of her friends. In this group is a woman that she has never met before, a friend of her friend. This woman then asks my aunt if she's okay, with a worried look on her face. She says she is feeling fine. But the woman keeps going and says that she is only asking cause my aunt's father is behind her. Note that her father, aka my grandfather, had pasted away 8 years before that.
My aunt gets very weirded out and manages to say "okay... but he is dead". This woman then says that she knows, but he is asking her to tell ME that the "little boy in the attic" is not my uncle, but my cousin, the brother of my 3 year old cousin that wasn't born cause my aunt had a miscarriage at five months. She told her that the little boy was protecting my cousin and that he always follows her. And that my grandpa wanted us to know.
I don't really know what to make of it. But this did happen and I guess we just kinda repress it and try to pretend we don't remember.
I was visiting family in another country. We were driving one night between two coastal cities, it's late, probably 1am and the road is dark with some light posts every now and then. We were talking about mundane things when a huge dog with a fanny pack ran in front of the car, I didn't have time to slow down so we hit it. Instead of a whimper or any animal sound we heard "hijuep*ta" which means son of a b*tch in spanish. The dog got up on two legs and ran into the foliage. My cousin and I screamed and I floored it until we arrived to a toll.
That was the weirdest thing I have ever experienced and to this day my cousin and I re-tell the story at family gatherings.
Was sitting watching television with my husband one evening. The only light was from the screen. A small child, just short enough that the top of its head was right underneath the screen, runs in front of us and into the kitchen. It was too dark in the room to discern any details. For just a split second I accepted it because our kids were about that size at the time. Then, I remembered they were spending the night with my mom. My heart started racing and just as I opened my mouth to ask my husband if he'd seen it, too, he says, "Wait... did you see that?"
Never came up with an explanation for that one. We were the only ones in the house & had no pets back then.
I got a few less paranormal but still paranormal experiences.
When I was in bed and barely awake, I blinked quickly because of the gunk at the side of the eyes. In between those quick blinks I saw a woman clearly holding a tray and all white. I was confused but I didn’t think much of it.
When I was very young I apparently was talking about a white lady protecting me, which might be a connection to above. My parents said I would sometimes just look up or into the hallway and follow something unseen to them.
When my grandmother’s cat died, she and her husband swore they could still hear it meowing and once it felt like some cat stroked against her leg.
Anyway, my family’s got a few more paranormal experiences. This is just a few.
I used to work events at a historic home. It was well known that the place was thought to be haunted and everyone had their own stories. I never believed any of it until one night I was the last one in the house because I was locking up after a particularly late wedding (probably around 1am). I went up to the top floor and the second I crossed the threshold I felt the air change, it got almost...dense? and knocked the breathe out of me. I booked it out as fast as I possible could.
Another coworker said one night when she went up to do the same thing around the same time she clearly heard footsteps and assumed it was another coworker coming up to join her, but when she turned around no one was there and the other coworker had actually been far across the property at the time. Another person said they were walking down the corridor when the door they were about to go through slammed shut in front of them and locked. The facilities guy was absolutely positive the original owners of the home (from the 1800s) were doing the haunting so he started playing classical music at night if he had to be there late to 'appease them' and claimed they started leaving him alone after that.
Nothing too crazy ever happened to anyone but man did it make you not want to be the last person in there at night.
I was riding a bus from class to my car at around 2:30PM and thought I was the only person on the bus as we pulled onto a bridge. Out of nowhere a woman, dressed in nice but disheveled clothes, got my attention and asked what time it was. I told her it was 2:30 and then went back to looking out the window. I glanced back at where she was before the bus had reached the other side of the bridge, and before we'd made any stops, only to realize that I was the only person besides the driver on the bus.
In 1998 I was walking home from a late night library study session and there were 4 very large, shiny, deep gold things in the sky. They were twirling downward like those seedpod things on trees that sort of helicopter themselves, except these were bigger than cars and were doing it very slowly.
I had stopped and was staring up at them before I even realized it. Then I noticed that about 20 people were standing on the other side of the road, they had come out of a bar. There was only the bar, several houses, and a bridge but that was basically it. These days I would never let my daughter walk home like that, but whatever. I thought it was safe.
I hollered something along the lines of, "What is that?" and one of the people said she thought it was spaceships but I knew that wasn't right, and I went home and told people who thought I was probably crazy. A few years later when I was older and understood the Internet more I looked for any kind of news story or anything, and nothing was available.
I wish for the life of me I had talked more to the people watching the same thing outside the bar (which Google tells me is now gone) but I was more afraid of them than whatever was in the sky.
It was...bizarre. In the intervening 20+ years I haven't gone crazy or ever seen anything like it again. lol
Lived in a "haunted house" for a little bit. That's what the landlord told us anyways but we were all skeptical.
Once one of my roommates borrowed my LOTR replica of the One Ring (because of course). When he came home, he set it on the top of my bookshelf (I saw him do this) and then came into the living room with me. We're sitting on the couch talking and hear something drop under the couch... It was the ring. Have no idea how that happened.
By that time we were so immune to sh!t happening that it was like... "Hey, Christine!" go back to talking.
I once lived in a haunted loft apt. Lots of odd things happened there, but my sister vehemently refused to even listen to the stories...at first. She would actually snarl when she called us liars.
Then one day she was visiting and while she was in the bathroom she began shouting: "I'll be out in a minute! Get away from the damned door!"
My roomate and I looked over and the doorknob was twisting back and forth by itself while my sister was getting angrier and angrier. When she burst out of the bathroom and saw how far away we were from the door she turned totally white.
Was absolutely hilarious.
That place turned several non-believers into believers. I wish I could have taken that ghost with me when I moved.
Went running with my dog and saw a white outline of a young woman running alongside me out of the corner of my eye. When I looked over, nothing. About 5 mins later I got a call that my great grandmother had passed, she was in hospice. Still think about that a lot.
I think it runs in the family. My mom will straight up say "I need to call X, I feel weird" and sure as sh!t, there's a disease/illness going on. My great grandmother used to talk to dead people and my family thought she was crazy until they figured out the house she used to live in was owned by the couple she "talked" to years earlier. Found this out a year or so ago, been about 5 years since she passed away.
When my son was a baby we had a sound monitor next to his crib and my wife was downstairs and heard a voice on the other end of the monitor saying "what are you doing cutie? Huh? What are you doing?" She said it sounded playful like how people talk to babies or pets. She ran up to his room thinking someone was in the house and he was just laying there awake looking around.
When he got a little older and could walk and talk some, he was laying on the living room floor playing with blocks. Something down the hall caught his attention and he got up and stared down the hall. I asked him what was wrong because he kept looking at me all concerned and then looking back down the hall. He ran over, climbed in my lap, and pointed to the hallway and said "monkey" I think maybe he was seeing some kind of shadowy apparition and monkey was the only word he knew to describe what he saw.
That house always creeped us out, even before he was born. We always had that weird feeling like someone was watching us, and one time I got slapped on my foot while laying in bed.
About 4 months after my old cat died (RIP Neesa ;-; ) we got a little kitten. The night we got her, I was laying in my bed, trying to get to sleep after all of the days exitement. I felt pawsteps on my back, and there she was. Clear as day. She curled up on my pillow like she would always do before she went to sleep. I was so happy she was back, so I didn't make a big deal of it in hopes she would stay. I fell asleep with her by my side. When I woke up, she was gone, and one of her old toys was on the foot of the bed. I still cry when I think about it.
It was probably my brain, accessing information way faster than it could communicate to my body, but one day as I was walking from parking my car to work, I heard this voice as I was getting closer to the intersection. It kept screaming at me, "check this out! look up here, no really this is cool, check this out!!! LOOK UP HERE".
I didn't feel like anyone else was hearing this, I was alone, and it felt like it was for me, and the voice wasn't my own. I hit the walk button, and finally decided to stop ignoring the voice. I look at the top of the building as the light turns green to cross the street, three floors up where the voice seemed to be coming from, and I see.... a flag. A stupid flag on a building. Woo. A flag.
Just as I'm about to step into the intersection this giant white truck barrels through the intersection and takes a right, exactly in the spot I would be in if I hadn't looked up to see what the whole hullabaloo was about.*shrug*
I'm just glad I waited to cross the street.
Once I was house & dog sitting for my then gf's sister and her bf, they always told me about how weird stuff would always happen like washer and dryer door would randomly fly open, the front door would open if it was closed or close if it was already open, just weird stuff like that. Didn't ever really think much of it because I've never personally experienced anything like that ever.
Well the first night I was there I was laying in bed with the dog when all of a sudden the dog got up and started barking like crazy in the direction of their closet(which was open and was the length of the entire wall), I looked in that direction didn't see anything so I just turned around to try and calm the dog down and as soon as I put my head back onto the pillow every single one of the hangers started to move in order just as if someone took their hand and dragged it along the entire length of the closet from left to right. No windows were open and the bedroom door was closed, that's the first time anything like that happened and I couldn't come up with some reason that was even remotely possible as to why it would be happening.
I have an ongoing one for 5 plus years. I work graveyard shift in a largeish senior "community". Different levels ie seniors Apts, retirement, assisted living and long term care. Its actually a very nice setup as far as all the horror stories you hear about senior care. At night the doors (all handicapped accessible, push button and door opens) are locked and armed to the call bell system. Every month or 2 one of the doors randomly opens itself and sets off the alarm. Every damn time someone somewhere in the facility has passed away.
Raise your hands--who had an emo phase in the 2000s? I know I did, as did a lot of people around me. All of us heard “It's just a phase" from our parents at some point, but when you're a kid, life as we know it seems so permanent.
Of course, most of the time, it was “just a phase". And looking back, those phases are regrettable, to say the least. Here are some prime examples of that.
What was your biggest/most regrettable "It's not a phase, mom. It's my life." that, in fact, turned out to be just a phase and not your life?
The enthusiasm of a young person can lead to some unexpected changes that parents are just not ready for.
I was VERY into The Transformers when I was a wee lad in the 1980s. One day, I decided to change my name to the name of my favorite Autobot. My name was lame, and I wanted an awesome Transformer name. And I was VERY insistent that my parents only call me by my new name. Calling me by my 'old' name would cause a big fat tantrum on my part.
So for the better part of a week, my poor parents had to call me Wheeljack.
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My cat-ear phase. I wore cat ears every single day. Everywhere. I had like 20 pairs of them. Now everyone thinks I'm a furry.
I find that very cute and wouldn't have thought you'd be furry. Even if you'd had cat mittens. I think my suspicions would have started if you moved a bit like a cat, displayed catlike grooming habits or got a cat mask.
Not gonna lie, that car sounds cool.
I went to a car show once as a teen, and the only newer car there was some chick's PT cruiser. It was hot glittery pink, and at the time I was obsessed. I insisted that one day I would have a hot pink car, with pink seats, pink dash, pink carpets, etc. I was pretty heavily goth at the time, so my parents just rolled their eyes.
These phases can often lead to some very strange fashion choices.
When I was a teenager (early 00s), I was waiting for my mother to pick me up and was wearing one of those sh!tty sports wristwatches. It was itching me so I took it off for a second, but then she arrived and because I was struggling to get it back on my wrist, I looped it around the equally sh!tty chain I had around my neck in a rush to get out the door.
My mom asked me about it in the car, and I told her this was my new style and I planned to wear it like that every day. She rolled her eyes.
I wore that watch on a chain around my neck every single day for 3 years or so. There are even professional family photos where I'm wearing it because I refused to take it off.
One day, the chain broke and I lost the watch. I was in high school at that point anyway and it was a major lady repellent, so... phase over.
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Baggy pants, being a rapper someday and being a professional skater.
When I was about 14 and Eminem was starting to blow up I bought myself a keyboard with a synthesizer. It cost like $200 which was all the money I had saved up. It finally came (this was way before amazon prime and such) and I tried rapping.
My sister told me "you're effing horrible" and I gave up right then and there.
This should be a sin.
I used to button the top buttons of polo shirts.
I must say, this is probably the worst one I've read.
Looking back at our regrettable choices, all we can do is cringe.
An optimistic look at bad tattoos.check me out season 3 GIF by PortlandiaGiphy
Being a tattooer. Regrettable because of those poor people who have my awful doodles on their bodies.
Take heart! My favorite tattoo is the one I drunkenly got my buddy to do in his living room one year during March Madness! It's dumb and frankly mediocre? But such a good story and has such good associations I smile every time I see it.
My friend and I decided we were going to open a bar in Jamaica with exotic snakes in glass cages in the walls at each booth. We convinced ourselves it would be amazing for at least two years in college. It was going to be called Fredro's.
My entire family made fun of me for it. Once we got out of college, we realized it was not feasible and joined the office grind. We're also two white guys with no ties to Jamaica.
Talk about cringey.
I wore a top hat with an anime pin on it for around a year. Met one of my current best friends while wearing it, idk how he could bear to speak to me after that.
My weirdest phase was probably when I insisted on wearing knee-high rainbow socks to school every day. But honestly, I don't regret it. I rocked those socks, and I wish I still have a pair.
To all the people out there cringing over their past selves, remember that you were just a kid, and to be easy on yourselves. After all, we've all been there
It should not take much for a consumer to be satisfied with the products they purchase.
Yet, too often, manufacturers who oversell their products fail to deliver what is promised and are inevitably left with angry customers who want their money back.
Whether the merchandise was defective or ridiculously overpriced, strangers online shared some of their worst purchases when Redditor BooksMcGee asked:
"What is the worst product you ever paid money for?"
Short Life Span
"This NERF gun that's supposed to shoot tennis balls for your dog. I bought it cause I thought you could load 3 at a time and shoot them far, but it's just one and it's super loud and the gun broke after like 4 shots (reading reviews later, this was a common issue)."
"There were these toys called squiggles when I was a kid and the commercials made it seem like the toy was alive. It looked like you would get this crazy little fuzzy worms as pets that would follow you around an so sick tricks and listen to your every command. It was really just a piece of fluffy string tied to another piece of string with googly eyes on it. People may say that it was supposed to be a magic trick but they should also explain that to a 5 year old who really wanted a pet."
"Not their fault, but I paid $70 for a Yugioh card hours before it was limited to one copy. Probably dropped to $20 by the end of the day."
These purchases were bad for your bum.
"A bicycle that literally fell apart before I made it out of the parking lot."
Not Worth Sitting On
"Joybird brand couch. Was so terrible, we returned it. Still hard to believe, we returned a freaking couch."
Going Nowhere Fast
"A 2000 VW Beetle (used)."
"Biggest piece of sh*t that literally had to have just about everything replaced before 100k miles and would still break down every time you left the driveway to the point where the tow-truck driver knew us on a first-name basis."
"An Oldsmobile Achieva from one of those buy here pay here places. I should have known better, but I was young and thought I was getting a good deal. I had the thing for about 5 months, I drove it for maybe 3 weeks. The rest of the time it was either in the shop, or in my driveway waiting until pay day so I could afford to fix whatever broke on it this week. Eventually told the dealer just take it, I'm not paying for it any more. He said nope, and I will make sure your credit is ruined. I said well you sold me a lemon, do you really want to go this route? He came and took it. Never reported anything to credit. I heard he got sued by several other people who sold sh**ty cars too and eventually went out of business."
"Always amazes me when I see them driving around still, I can only assume there's enthusiasts who just love repairing horribly designed cars."
These Redditors were not convinced what they ingested was edible.
"A box of plain Cheerios. Thought they were honey nut, poured a bowl, was very disappointed."
"If I wanted to taste cardboard, I'd just eat the box."
"A burnt frozen pizza at the air and space museum cafe in DC. I Don't wish that experience on anyone. There are some amazing restaurants in DC, don't settle."
The following electronics just gave off a bad charge.
"Asus Transformer Pad TF700"
"This was one of those early 'high end' Android tablets that was grossly underpowered, and it showed. Thing was slow as sh!t in no time flat. Rookie mistake investing into shiny new tech while they were still working all the bugs out. Think I paid somewhere in the neighborhood of $350-400 for it..."
"macbook pro 2018 13" touchbar. 2 years old and dead (battery). they're asking $300-$400 to change the battery. malfunctioning keyboard with double presses and missing presses. that's a lot of money for bad design."
"Past winter my old room heater broke down and I had to buy a new one. Went to a store nearby and somehow got convinced to buy a very costly heating device.. It's also my fault, since there were some sligthly cheaper options around, but nope. I wanted the expensive one thinking it will make my small room a volcano with little to no effort/cost (that's also what the seller told me). Long story short the device wasn't doing ANYTHING. No significant temperature changes, too much space, a weird noise, and was doubling my previous device in utility cost. I still gloom over those 80 euros.."
Some of my disappointing purchases was clothing, but only because I purchased them online. Unless they are a brand I'm familiar with, I'm usually fine with buying new jeans off of their websites.
But when it comes to graphic tees only available on specialty shops, an M-size shirt is not necessarily the same size as those found in other reputable stores.
I bought a medium sized T-shirt from a boutique store online because I loved the look of the design. But when it arrived, the supposed medium fit me like an XL.
At least I gained a fierce cleaning rag from this impulsive purchase.
We all know the job interview butterflies.
We sit outside the office or wait for the phone call and our foot taps at rapid speed. We run through some rehearsed answers, but worry that they'll ask a slew of things we never even considered. We try not to sweat too much.
Often, it turns out alright. We may not get the job, but we're respectable, give solid answers, and learn a lot about the place we're trying to get hired.
Other times, however, all of our far-fetched worries seem to come to life.
Curious to hear just how bad an interview can go, Redditor UIGrimsen asked:
"What was your worst job interview?"
Plenty of people had some truly bizarre stories to share. Part of these train wrecks were bad luck, and part were the insane antics of the people giving the interview.
But for us, they're simply hilarious.
"I applied for a job in a Planetarium, the interview was conducted in a big dome."
"Problem was, another part of the Planetarium staff was doing fire alarm tests during the interview. The dome amplified the sound so much, it was deafening. The interview staff acted like nothing was going on. We had to shout so we could hear each other."
"My mom raises chickens … and during COVID one of them got sick (not COVID). She had it inside to feed water hourly to try to nurse it back to life. My mom has to run an errand so I'm in charge of this chicken for the afternoon."
"I was on a phone screening with a candidate for a position in my office and this chicken starts having a seizure and dies on the middle of this phone call. I look over and it's laying almost like it was crucified."
"The candidate heard the commotion and asked if everything was ok … Which I relied 'yeah, the chicken just died.' "
"She withdrew her application the next morning."
"1.) I walked in as the HR lady farted"
"2.) it was a small office with no windows"
"3.) I asked her questions about their employee retention rate that she couldn't answer"
"4.) the fart stayed the duration of the interview"
"5.) I hope the fart got the job, because I didn't want it"
A Very Instructive Moment
"Applied to work at a vet clinic. Veterinarian did the interview while spaying a cat, apparently one of the cleanest and quickest surgeries they do. I fainted."
"Was not offered the job (after I woke up)."
Others shared moments when their excitement was deflated instantly. They encountered such closed-minded interviewers that there was almost no need for discussion.
That Bus Perk
"As an interviewee It was when I applied to a job as a Junior programmer and in 5 minutes the guys goes 'look, I'll be honest, there is no job, you can get an internship, no pay, we offer the bus pass' "
Plains, Trains, and Automobiles Later...
"I took vacation days to interview, bought my own plane ticket, and paid for my own hotel. First thing the interviewer said was, 'I have no intention of hiring you. This is just a courtesy because I knew your brother.' I had 8 more hours left in my interview day. It was painful."
"They ended up offering me the position many weeks down the road because they couldn't fill the position. I politely declined and got a very passive aggressively worded survey to fill out explaining why I passed."
There's a Right Answer??
"Wanted to work at H&M, got interviewed by the worst person ever."
"One question was and I am legit not lying, 'What is your favorite color and why?' "
"I answered 'baby blue because it's calming and not too harsh to the eyes.' My interviewer then said Oooh, sorry! Red is what we were looking for. And then proceeded to show me the exit."
Last, some shared the times they arrived for the interview excited and enthusiastic, but quickly learned how out of their league the position was.
These interviews looked more like brutal interrogations from the FBI than job interviews.
All the Principals
"Fresh out of college, I was looking for my first teaching job. I applied at a small district for an elementary school position."
"I walked in, expecting the principal and a few teachers. Instead I had the superintendent of the district, some high-level admin, and every single elementary school principal in the district. Probably 15 people in all. They peppered me with questions for 45 minutes."
"I had zero experience, just my student teaching. I did not get the job."
Shove Your Masters
"Finished up a masters degree in physics. Got a phone interview and was was told it would be an introductory chat. Was confronted with a technical interview panel (over the phone) of 6 PhDs, 4 of which had graduated from the research group I had just left. We walked through my research project in about 10 minutes."
"Then the pain began... felt like I'd only learned kindergarten physics."
An Extremely Intimidating Position
"Got an interview for a job as a floor manager at a gigantic steel foundry. I have some background in metallurgy so I thought it'd fit. It paid $90k and I was qualified resume-wise. I got there, turned out it was a group interview with three other applicants, to hear the pitch."
"If something messes up, the company loses $100,000 (some shockingly high amount, I don't remember if it was exactly 100k) per hour and it's your sole responsibility to fix it. They said you'd have to be on call 24/7 to handle anything that comes up."
"I got to the solo part out of curiosity and the interviewer they put me with said something to the effect of 'I know this job sounds bad, but actually it's even worse.' I was desperate for a job because I didn't land one straight out of college, but I was glad not to hear back from them after the interview..."
Here's hoping you don't have a job interview scheduled and this just amplified your anxiety 1000%. The nice thing to remember is that these horror stories are few and far between.
Believe it or not, Canadians don't live in igloos or freeze to death all year round. If you go to Germany, it's highly unlikely that every German you meet will be cold and uninviting. Hop over to the United Kingdom and you're not going to run into tons of people with terrible teeth and bad hygeine.
These are called stereotypes, my friends, and it's best you leave them at the door. People were more than willing to strike down some stereotypes about the countries they know and love after Redditor HelloThere577 asked the online community,
"What are some false stereotypes about your country?"
"When most folks envision Scotland, they think of kilts, whisky, bagpipes, and red hair.
All of those things exist (and are common) here.
People might also imagine verdant hillsides, rocky bluffs, and skies that randomly switch between clear and cloudy.
Once again, that's completely accurate.
However, one stereotype which has absolutely no foundation, in reality, is the assumption that Scotsmen are constantly hunting haggis. In fact, haggis-hunting only takes place in February (which is the season for deosil haggis) and May (which is the season for widdershins haggis). For the rest of the year, the haggis is more or less left alone."
"I am originally from Portugal and moved to the United States. Around 80% of the people that I have met thought Portugal was either in South America, owned by Brazil, or a part of Spain. When I first came here it made me really sad."
"If the wildlife hurts or kills you in Australia, it's generally because you are f***** stupid. You are 10000 times more likely to be injured or killed in a car accident in Australia than by anything in nature."
This is likely very true, but knowing me, I'd probably be easy pickings for one of those huntsman spiders.
"That we end every sentence with "eh" and drink maple syrup by the gallon and have moose and igloos in our backyards."
You mean... you don't?
Just kidding. Canada is lovely––visit sometime. It's a lovely place.
The United States
"That we always have a shotgun at the ready. A shotgun is a home gun where a pistol is your everyday gun. Your revolver is your dress gun, for special occasions. Then of course your assault rifle is for when you're kicking back and cracking open a cold one with the boys."
"Anything related to The Sound of Music."
Probably gets annoying afer a short while. Great movie, though. Still dreaming about a trip to Salzburg.
"A lot of Americans seem to think we're inbred because we're an island. This is dumb, because it's a very big island (10th biggest in the world), and it's not isolated, we've been invaded, invading, and trading with the mainland for thousands of years."
"That we are car thieves. Crime was widespread in Poland in the 90s but today crime (including theft) rate in Poland is low."
"We do gesticulate a lot, but we definitely don't yell like crazy."
It seems Italian Americans are the ones who could learn a thing or two about being more reserved.
"Iceland. We're not some utopian Disneyland filled with quirky superstitious people that all believe in elves."
Remember: The world is an enormous place filled with people from all walks of life, and they don't take too kindly too stereotypes. Expand your horizons by having conversations with as many people as possible. You'd be surprised how quickly your preconceived notions will vanish.
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