Given a real-life anecdote of a complex ethical situation, judge whether or not a specific person is wrong here. Answer 'not answerable' if more information is required and 'answerable' if all the information is sufficient to answer who is wrong in this situation.

Seriously... People measure their happiness and relationships by social media now?! Fucking hell...
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So I had gotten this summer job after returning home from university to make a little extra cash. I decided to work at this place because a couple of my friends worked there, this turned out to be a mistake on my part. I have social anxiety, which I have struggled with for years. I wouldn't say that it's severe, as I can have conversations and blend in relatively well without making any situation too awkward. However, I am terrible at starting convos and keeping them going. I often find myself at a loss for words, or I feel like it has run it's course. I am also prone to anxiety and panic attacks

As per most retail places where the goal is to selll, we had a quota to meet. As far as I know there was no real penalty for not meeting your quota, at least at this particular location, because I was never called out for it, and neither was anybody else. Nobody seemed to really care. 

It would seem that my inability to keep conversations going hindered my sales goals. As I worked there for about three months and only met my goal four times. There were a few times where I barely missed it, but most of the time I made about 60 percent for the day on a four hour shift. I was very confused as to what to do most of the time, as I received conflicting information from my managers. Some of the managers wanted us to push ourselves onto the customer as much as possible, others wanted us to introduce ourselves and ask them if they needed help, and to let them do their own thing.

So one day, I'm just doing my thing and I make a sale after looking for a pair of shoes for about a minute or two, and afterwards one of the new managers, who we'll call Dave, pulled me aside and chastised me. Telling me that I need to get the merch out quicker, while also saying that my coworker who we'll call Victor, got shoes as quickly as twenty seconds.

Now I think that was an unfair comparison, because at the time Victor was a manager and I was only working there for a month, he obviously knew the very large backroom better than I did. Next transaction, I bought out the shoes, made the sale, only to find out that Dave was timing me on his phone. He said it took me a minute to find the shoes and that it was too long of a time to take.

At this point my social anxiety started to take over and I was starting to have an anxiety attack. I went into the backroom so that no one would see and started hyperventilating. After collecting my thoughts, I went to Dave and told him politely but sternly that I was overwhelmed and that I wanted to quit. He told me to calm down and to not make any hasty decisions. 

I know it probably wasn't the best move to try and quit on the spot and I'm not proud of it in retrospect, but I still wasn't thinking too clearly at the time. He left me alone to do my job after this. AITA for putting him in a difficult situation and being unable to keep my composure in a professional environment?


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Obligatory: I am on mobile, and I'm sorry for the awful formatting, though I will try my best.

I am half white, and half mexican. I am also very close with my mexican relatives, but I have one gripe with my older cousins.

Recently, one of my cousins ordered a 23andMe kit, and she was going on and on about how "she's probably going to end up being 90 percent Scandinavian and Swedish somehow." 

And how she speaks of our family in Mexico is truly shocking. She quite frequently visits, and tells me how they're shocked by her whiteness (I have never seen someone look more mexican than her), and how American she is. She also proceeds to tell me she just has something different about her, and how she totally sticks out there. 

Her older sister gives herself blonde streaks, and puts in green contact lenses.

I just want to shake them, and scream at them that they are not white, and to just accept what they are! 

TL:DR: My full blooded mexican cousins do not accept that they are Mexican, and act as if they are not. I want to tell them that they are, and to just accept it. WIBTA for telling them so?

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