Definition: 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.
Input: Text: like most tifus this didn't happen today, but happened about a year ago.

i had just gotten my first real job that didn't entail working for a relative, and was insanely excited for it. the job was at a frozen yogurt shop, which seemed like a nice, cushy, slow paced and sweet environment. (i was totally wrong but that's beside the point) and i was supposed to start the next day.

this happened the saturday before father's day, and such my whole family goes to spend the weekend at my grandfather's house 3 hours away. i have to stay behind because i am supposed to work that sunday, so i settle in, turn on the tv, and preheat the oven for pizza for dinner. 

not 3 minutes later i get a call from my new boss asking me to come in right away, because they are slammed, and needs me there to pick up the dishwashing and sweeping. eager to make a good impression, i agree, get ready, turn off the oven, and leave.

on the drive there i let my mom know i was working ahead of time, and told her i would talk to her around midnight, when the shift ended.

now, here is where i should intervene, and say that i have this weird condition, called vasovagal syncope, which means that i faint pretty easily, most commonly when i have low blood sugar, and when i'm exercising or it's hot.

i'm sure you know where this is going.

so i get there, the shift leader is really nice, and even though the place is busy, still shows me the ropes. when she is going over how the yogurt machines work, i start to feel a little queasy, and my head starts to throb. i ignore it because, despite my lack of dinner, it was pleasantly cool in the store and i was only standing around. 

still, i ask her when an appropriate time to take a dinner break would be, and she says i can after i help her fill the machines. 3 cartons into it, my legs start to feel tingly.

and oh shit, i realize i've got maybe 45 seconds before i pass out. i stop what i'm doing, go to the sink and get a drink of water. it helps a bit, but i need to sit down.

in retrospect, i should have sat on the floor. but, not wanting to look any weirder than i already have, i aim for the nearest spare chair we kept in the back, and went for it.

...

i wake up on the floor, with the shift leader on the phone, freaking out at the manager. the only words i could make out were "ambulance" and "oh my god". realizing she wants to call me an ambulance, i kind of rasp that i'm fine, and that it happens often. to prove my point i sit up.

and that's when a stream of blood runs down into my eye.

turns out, on my way to the chair i pass out mid stride and land face first onto the sharp metal corner of the mop sink, and get a 2 inch gash on my eyebrow. 

after realizing that, i relent and say, yeah, i probably need an ambulance. the emts get there pretty quickly, ask me questions about pain (which didn't set in until the ride to the hospital, when it started to feel like someone had stomped on my head), get me in a neck brace and roll me out. 

the worst part is the manager shows up to make sure everything's okay (and probably that i won't sue), and i can't stop crying from embarrassment. the second worst part is all the small children who had to see a bloody girl being wheeled out from the back of their favorite yogurt place. the third worst part is one of the girls from my high school was interning at the hospital, and gave me my cat scan.

the fourth worst part is it took me two hours to get ahold of my parents to take me home, and i stayed at the hospital until 2 in the morning.

 

eat your fucking dinner people.

TIFU by not eating dinner