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“Using my throwaway. I used to work at an investment bank, however to get the job I had to do a variety of assessments which among others included an Excel financial modeling test. Now I’m quite experienced with Excel, have built lots of complex financial models, but what this task involved was to make some corrections to a very poorly built financial model (not intentionally bad, just whoever did it didn’t know their stuff well). They leave me in a room with a laptop to complete this task. I open up the spreadsheet and have very little idea where to start, this is just making no sense. As I’m scanning through the tabs desperately trying to find things I’m able to do, I notice something saved on the desktop: some previous candidate’s attempt was accidentally saved there! Well I opened it up and started copying what that guy had done and added a few tweaks of my own. I ended up getting the job.” — RightHandSolo
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“Sometimes I have a super offensive/racist internal monologue. It’s not what I’m actually thinking or saying, the things that the voice says are awful.” — throwaway18402920
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“I have my own world of super heroes and demons and I live at least half a day there when no one’s around, post break up it’s been very lonely for me and the only way to escape it is this world of mine.” — baribarimiu
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“I had to buy my own engagement ring. Bless my wife but she got scammed hard. The ring she got me was actually led. It literally fell apart within weeks. So I got a custom mold made so I could make a duplicate only in gold. I will never tell her. She’s so hard on herself already just day to day.” — chubbybunnybean
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“When I was an 18-year old college freshman, I was arrested for public intoxication. I was (am) such a light-weight so it didn’t take much for me to be over the legal limit. I was just a stupid teen and was in the wrong place at the wrong time and I ended up in jail. I remember that the resident advisor on my dorm floor loaned me money for bail and I had to appear in court and had a conviction. Four years later as a college grad, I feared that I would be fired from a job for failure to disclose a conviction. Somewhere in my 20s I hired a lawyer and was able to purge my conviction and retrieved all documentation (fingerprint card, mug shot, police report). Fifty years later, my siblings don’t know and my parents (now deceased) never knew. I’m going to burn everything before I go.” — CyberSibey
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