Given a real-life anecdote of a complex ethical situation, identify who is wrong here. Classify each post into the following categories : AUTHOR (if the author of the post is wrong in the situation), OTHER (if any of the others mentioned in the paragraph is wrong), EVERYBODY (if everyone mentioned is wrong) and NOBODY (if no one is wrong in the situation).

Ex Input:
I have a feeling people at work think I’m an asshole for calling an older guy (50s) a rat faced goblin.

The back story is I’ve been working on a weld line for lawnmowers since July. I’ve always worked around this person but not directly. He’s about 5’5” and has unflattering features with a giant beer guy and a speech impediment. For this reason I tend to be overly nice to him intially. 

Everyone at work messes with him but in a big brother way. Probably because they see him the same way as me but they still mess with him while I never do.

However, I think the way people interact with him has caused him to feel like he can treat me with disdain and indifference. I assumed it was just that the fact I was new and young. The thing is though all the other workers help each other out and at the end of the day I usually sweep up the pile that everyone sweeps from their areas. Some guys will help out and do it if I’m busy. Basically it’s not beneath them. This person though will refuse, go out of his way to let me know the pile is ready even if I’m still cleaning up my area.

This has been going for quite some time but I ignore it because who cares. He gets to push around ONE person and maybe he needs it somehow.

The past week I’ve been going from a button pusher welder that runs a robot to welding. I ended up welding with this guy because it’s a two person job.

Immediately I noticed him sandbagging and acting like a douche, making other people check my welds and basically having a hostile attitude. I didn’t get it but whatever.

Well today I go back in and he’s even worse than ever. Refusing to weld his side unti i welder nine and had somebody check it. I wasn’t even making that many mistakes, I had improved. 

He started acting pissy and at one point started slamming his shit around and I just looked at him and said, “what’s your fucking problem.” He mumbled something I couldn’t understand so I called him a, “fucking rat faced goblin.”

That’s basically it. I think he deserved it.

Ex Output:
EVERYBODY


Ex Input:
Here’s a little background: I (19M) live with my parents whom were fairly strict and worrisome concerning their children. My dad works long hours so a lot of the time it’s me, my siblings and my mom.  As I started to stay out later my mom would always stay up unless we were all home. 

This particular night I went to visit a friend in NJ for his birthday. I live in NYC so the drive isn’t that bad. I told my parents I was taking the family car and they were reluctant but agreed. They made it clear they wanted me home around 11 but I told them that was too early and that I’d be home later. By the end of the party one of my friends that came with me was extremely drunk. I offered her a ride back and naturally it took her over an hour to get out. After a tedious and long drive I finally make it home and of course my mom is waiting for me, furious. She starts yelling at me and arguing about how I’m a terrible son and all that. I really do feel bad because she’s my mom and I don’t want her to be up all night worrying about me, but at the same time I don’t want to be couped up just living my life at home.

Ex Output:
AUTHOR


Ex Input:
I am typing on my phone and Swedish, apologises for obvious reasons. 
Military Child
We moved to New Jersey back To Florida, and the New Jersey trip broke my fathers love for the military, and was the reason he ended up retiring, I was told we were going back to Florida for good, and that finally we were gonna live in one place for the rest of my childhood, this lasted six months. 

The Florida job market was stale, nothing was worth staying in the state for, and according to my father we'd either have to move away to another state permanently or risk staying there for 10 months and if no job was found, going bankrupt.  We moved to Texas 

I was completely devastated that my father broke the promise that he told me and that I was moving away from the one place I always looked back at and called home,When we got to Texas I fell into a major depression of everyday mental breakdowns where I would just laugh and cry by myself, cutting  and constant contemplation of you know, it wasn't good.

But then it changed, on the last year of middle school I found my first real friends and started getting more and more happy with myself,  fast forward three to four years im a soon to be Junior in highschool who is relatively popular,  I have a girlfriend and really close friends who I see as basically brothers. I was now finally promised by my Father that this would be our last home until I graduated 

My parents faired far less, my father is not happy here and has had multiple and major anxiety issues, he is not in a job that he completely likes and is not in a totally great state of mind.  His problems pale in compare to my mothers,  

My mother left her only couple of friends in Sweden when she moved to the US, and then left her only friends in Florida to come here, she has no friends, no job, and gotten into a carwreck caused by my old classmate and now has a permanent damage in her neck, she constantly rants to me about how Texas is her hell and that it'll never be home to her, its gotten so bad that shes also admitted to me, her son that shes been contemplating divorce just so she can leave to Florida.

This is the first time I have felt real happiness in my life, the constant moving was hell to me and my parents now are threatening moving back to Florida cause they really don't like it here and claim that I am the sole reason they are staying and how I don't care how they are feeling, and in truth I really don't 

They made constant hell for me moving me around place to place and I have FINALLY found a place I can call my home, I made up my mind that if we move to Florida again, that I would move immediately back when I turn eighteen and would also make this choice a mental hell for my parents  There is no way that I can say through text how much Texas means to me, it means more to me than my parents do, and after this giant essay, AITA for it? And for abuntch of anonymous advice.

Ex Output:

AUTHOR


