In this task, you are given a Reddit post as a text. Your task is to generate a title for this text. The title should start with "TIFU by", followed by a situation that caused humor. The title should contain 7-12 words, ideally.

[EX Q]: Text: well, like all tifu posts, this didn't happen today. this happened on the release day of ssb wii u. however, today i looked on kijiji and bam, someone in my area wants to buy a boxed one for $80 bucks! eighty! i bought it for $15! it hasn't even been a year yet, can't wait to see how much it's worth in a couple.

edit: not all tifu posts happened on the release day >_>
[EX A]: TIFU by unboxing my Villager Amiibo.

[EX Q]: Text: okay reddit, today, i fucked up.
little bit of backstory to bring context to my fuckage. i have recently graduated with an arts degree and moved to a city on the beach. yes, it has been fun and games but its also been finding a job for stable income and to fund said fun and games. being an experienced bartender thats what i start looking in, handing out resumes to bars, hotels and pubs like some crazy looney. i have still found myself 2 weeks in looking with no luck of a job. my housemates tell me that it takes time and blah blah blah, but i'm not satisfied at all. anyway one day as i'm driving home from a morning swim i see this big building that i havent seen before with a sign on the front that reads "bar".
yes, maybe i can apply there so i can finally pay my bills instead of relying on parents! i immediatly get home, wash the sand from my balls and what not, get dressed in a nice shirt and head there with a resume.
i walk through the doors with some nice butterflies in my stomach and ask the guy at the front desk after a nice chat if they are hiring.

"we are always hiring, man".

score! he directs me to the office part of this big builing where i am met with some 50yo lady that looks like she hates her day job. she takes my resume and tells me to fill out a form and i do just that like an enthusiastic little puppy that just got a fresh toy. 
i fill out my availabilities and give it back to her, she tells me someone will be intouch soon. cool. haven't heard that before.

but low and behold, two hours later my phone rings.
they actually want to meet with me, they want to have an interview to tell me what i would be doing. fuck yes! i go to the interview and it all goes well. the guy seems keen on me working there! after some light pleasantries, a joke or two and straight up business talk he agrees that he will call me on wednesday (it was a monday) and talk about when i would start. now this is where the proper fuck up begins.
tuesday night, me and my so go to watch black panther. i put my s8+ on no sound with no vibrate, its the considerate thing to do at the movies (also people with crinkly plastic food, like chips, fuck you).
thursday afternoon, me and the so get back from the beach, i'm expecting a phonecall but we decide to get busy anyway. remember phone on silent? yeap.
while gettin' busy, my possible employer calls me... twice. (not a humble brag).
after the touchy-stuffy is done i look at my phone, a wave of nervousness hit me. oh shit. 2 missed calls and a voicemail. i quickly try to listen to the voicemail, yeap, its him telling me this "hey grizzlymaye, its flobbybobby, sorry i'm calling in the late afternoon but if you could call..."

phone stops speaking to me...
he is calling me again!
i panic and try to answer, but my phone says its gone to 'busy greeting"?
what is that?!? oh no i missed his call, fuck! i try to call back after my phone stops being an idiot. no response. i try the next day. no answer from him? whats going on?
i sit down, call my voicemail setup to find this "busy greeting" and i listen to this said "busy greeting" and my stomach sinks. it must of been some sick joke 17 year old me was playing on present me because these are the exact words my "busy greeting" was.

"why you gotta call me when i'm fucken busy, god damn!"

i changed my "busy greeting" immediatly. i did not get the job.
[EX A]: TIFU by letting 17yo me Insult my employer

[EX Q]: Text: so i'm a stupid 20 year old female with a fucked up life and a fucked up mind, who robs money for a big company my dad works in. it's not much money (like 400 dollars per month) but i'm a horrible person who can't wake up early in the morning and face the troubles of working and dealing with people there (i hate ''my job'', i hate myself). nobody knows, not even my boyfriend. i've been keeping this secret since last year. everyday, always, i hate myself for doing this, but it's stronger than me i don't know why. i tried several times to go but i can't. i can't get out of bed. i think this all started with a deep depression i was suffering (and it seems like i still am).
it seems that yesterday my dad went to the place i work and they told him that they didn't know me or something like that. it's hard to explain, but i don't work for my dad's company, i work for some supermarkets and they don't care about other companies' employees. i found out because today he told me we had to talk about our job and he seemed pretty upset.
i don't know what to say to him. i feel like the biggest thief in the world. i don't talk to people about this, not even to my therapist. i think i wanna kill myself rather than face the shame. i'm still crying and i found out this afternoon... i think i deserve the worst things.
please don't insult me. i'm aware of the kind of person i am. i always hated people like me.
[EX A]:
TIFU by never showing up to work (like 1 year). My dad is like my boss and he found out today. He said we need to talk.

