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2009.07.07 06:19 takali Spiders
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2013.06.10 10:04 Rhavo Skem
What do you love about Skem or what do you hate? What are your fondest memories growing up? Where did you go as a kid and what did you do? This is a relaxed and socially responsible community. Come on in if you have something to say.
2010.09.01 00:21 soxfanpdx Bug identification! All insects, spiders, crustaceans, etc. welcome!
Bug identification! All insects, spiders, crustaceans, etc. welcome!
2023.06.01 20:12 iamjordiano Forced to take Annual Leave during jury duty & during house move. What what you do?
Last year I was selected for jury duty and had no way of getting out of it as I had deferred previously whilst at uni.
I was then selected for a long trial slated to last five weeks. However, the trial only lasted for a little over 2 weeks - 10 working days - as on the first day in the 3rd week the jury was dismissed.
At the time I worked remotely in a marketing team of two and had scheduled all relevant work like LinkedIn posts ahead of time so there was content when I was on jury duty. I kept informed on any urgent matters and attended to any that came up when back home.
I entered my timesheet for this time as normal but was then emailed by the CEO/Founder who's on the finance side (he's no longer with the company) and subsequently forced to take that time as annual leave.
I have also recently moved house and agreed with my manager that I would work flexibly around my move. I didn't have wifi at home for 9 days so I went to cafes/pubs to work when I could.
Now my manager has gone back on that agreement after finance noticed I was too honest on my timesheet and didn't pretend I was clocking in 8 hours whilst unpacking boxes and told me to use annual leave for my move. This would use up my remaining 6 days and lead to 3 days unpaid leave.
In reality I have only taken 6 days of holiday since last June. I practically never take any holiday but now trying to change that. So naturally I am very aggrieved by this situation. I am a decent performer, got the second highest category for raises and bonus last FY and yet this is how I'm treated.
I know the employer doesn't care about us but I feel like this portions of this - the jury duty part is legally quite murky. What should I do? And would what you do in this situation?
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2023.06.01 20:12 jmac21242 Where to get rid of excess rocks/stones in CT
I’m doing some renovations around my house and removing a lot of decorative rocks along with some stones I’ve dug out. The local transfer station in Milford won’t take them but they said to call some con there manufacturers…no luck there either
Does anyone know who would take these stones and rocks?
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2023.06.01 20:12 rinomarie146 [LoTM book 1] Who is he?
While rereading the later volumes of LoTM book 1 , for lack of better things to do, I just noticed a name mentioned by Arianna, Angel of Concealment of the Evernight Church.
The name of the person mentioned by Arianna here is Correns. I just searched and I couldn't find another mention of this character in the entire book. Does anyone here know who he might be?
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2023.06.01 20:11 Soggy-Voice-8846 Writing an essay on the growing cost of living in Grand Rapids
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Hey there!! As the title reads, I’m writing about the growing Real Estate market in GR and am gathering a little bit of data!! If you’ve bought a house in the greater GWest Michigan area, and want to provide any input, feel free to complete the survey!! I’d really appreciate it (-: submitted by Soggy-Voice-8846 to grandrapids [link] [comments]
2023.06.01 20:11 Educational-Toe-4117 Why is it hard to find love in the U.S??
Why is it so hard now dating has become a very frustrating experience for most of the homies & family members I know, even for me!
I am a 24yr old 5’9 male living in the east coast, making close to 350k/yr with my tech consulting business and yet finding love has been the hardest thing I’ve encountered so far. Idk why but it’s getting worse every day. Even looking at my best friends and family it has been a nightmare just listening to their relationship stories, no one is faithful, the wife is an absolute dick, the girlfriends has many male friends, anyways total chaos. I’ve been in a 1.5yr relationship before but after my heartbreak I’ve become an absolute man whore, I would sleep with anything that was walking and met a couple amazing women in my life but now I don’t want to keep doing that, I always loved God even though I backslid into this world after my heartbreak I couldn’t keep doing that, got into so many troubles… almost went to prison for fighting (bar fights). I was a big church guy to the point where I had our church keys and was responsible for the church solely and any finance that the church gets. Also I was an ex-semi pro soccer player, still plays high level to this day, makes good money for my age, but why is dating so difficult? I Even have 6packs lol, drives a new truck, has 2 houses off shore, I’m so funny people compliment me on that a lot, but yet shit is confusing. Most older woman I’ve slept with told me I’m a sweet man, yet some young girls told me I’m a douche bag… I mean I’m lost at this point! I just want a Christina God fearing woman, don’t want to do the things I’m doing now, it’s soul crushing, I can’t even hear my own soul after sleeping with tons of woman.
Girls, what do you want? Men, have you experienced something like this, where you got your shit together but dating is freakin weird for some reason?
I honestly want a family and I want to fully provide for a woman but I don’t think this is happening in my 20’s or even 30’s if we as a generation keep going this route.
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2023.06.01 20:10 Far-Adeptness-1815 End of my collection. Bye I loved you since my childhood
Right now im 12+ and I loved hotwheels a lot since was 4 whenever I visited bigbazzar I always checked em wishing to buy one but u know it's very expensive for a middle class boy I used to visit my friends house he had like 200 of em from there I started knowing about them I got my first car which was a robot transforming camaro in dubai police livery but ended up losing it 3 years later I got free hotwheels in Complan but also lost it and after that I got diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes in 2022 December so my mother bought me some hotwheels (fake) and majorette(real) whenever they eat food from outside as I could not eat those things so my mother bought me those as gift but the medics cost a lot for 1 month they have to spend 20,000 rupees on me and that's why I have to leave my collection tried to somehow run it so I started how to make custom hotwheels but no much customer not enough funds so bye hotwheels I hope we meet in future.You were always my favorite toy since my childhood and I think soon I will start selling my collection little bit.😔
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2023.06.01 20:10 steealheartprincess Processing De Functions Nasıl Oluşturuyor , Yalnızca Oluşturma Parçasını Anlamaz
- Create a drawHouse function that draws a house. Take in parameters for the house location, size, color, etc.
- Create a drawBlock function that draws 4 houses. Take in parameters for the block location, size, color, etc. Don’t write code that draws 4 houses! Instead, call the drawHouse function 4 different times with different parameters.
- Create a drawNeighborhood function that draws 9 blocks. Take in parameters for the neighborhood location, size, color, etc. Call the drawBlock function to draw the blocks.
- Create a drawCity function that fills the window with neighborhoods.
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2023.06.01 20:10 Professional-Kiwi144 [WTS] Fanciest Kilo money can buy and fractional gold!
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2023.06.01 20:10 boldtastebranflakes Is he even remorseful if he never cut contact with AP?
I can't stand either of them. Both of them are "so emontional" since I moved out.
I hate how he cried with me when I was packing all of my shit and leaving. Bringing home pizza on our last night in the same house together. I hate that he's still acting exactly like he was when I didn't know about them.
How can two people who claim "you're a good person" go behind my back and do what they did? He's getting exactly what he wants. And I hate him for it. Once the divorce is finalized, I will never speak to him again. I know that lashing out at him will fix nothing and it won't make me feel any better. But damnit, I want him to hurt just as much as he hurt me.
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2023.06.01 20:10 Purpledark_sky How to professionally and kindly express this on an email. That they all suck with providing customer service.
Is this is allowed. I applied for a home loan improvement. This is the situation.
I'm being in a process of refinancing my house. (FHA 203k) Loan application was on person i provided everything and they make copies of my documents. (Customer service was on point at that point) Loan got approved for to pay off my mortgage and get the house level.
The process to get a contractor to do the leveling was a complicate process for me. Trying to get the right person with all the credentials was a little confusing an exhausting. Everything was a new language for me, But i eventually got it done. (Note :Get a loan counselor before you get a loan for your house... Lesson learned!) I was talking to 4 to 5 ppl for the loan process.
Team Person 1&2 loan consultants(the ppl the took all my information down to apply for the loan.
Team person #3 loan processor assistant Team person #4 contractor process specialist Team person #5 previous house mortgage information process.
It's already 2 months since the put the application and is being approved. All extra documents have be sent by mail.
Team Person #3 Was in charge getting the right documentations for the next:
For example verification of employment. They ask for my paystub. Last two W-2s. And employment verification letter. Which my boss gladly provided. But he was asked to send my gross yearly income from the past 3 years. Which my boss was only able to sent the past 2 years only. And boss was constantly getting contacted by phone and email to provide the 2021 gross yearly income. He constantly and nicely told them the he couldn't sent that to them.
Team person #3 i finally provided a good contractor with all the credentials... Apparently my Bid was too low.. $11,500 (wish was good for me ) so a HUD consultant need to be involved. The search for one was more difficult than I thought and very pricey. But eventually the contractor process specialist gave me a contact number she had and talked to the HUD consultant. I work something out with the HUD consultant so he did not charge me to go take a look and inspect my house. And was going to get pay after the leveling of my house was done. Well his inspection said now the roof needs to be fixed. And need to get bid for the roof. Which i did. And added another $3500 for the roof to get fixed. Now I was told by my contract process specialist that my bid it's too high now and they need it other requirements need to be done before the process of starting the job of getting my house fixed.
Team Person 1 & 2 Since the very beginning a business card was provided by my loan consultants in case I have any questions or concerns. Well let me tell you I left so many voicemails to get a call back to the my loan consultants when ever i had questions. At the beginning i only got 2 call backs after a 24hr late period. After that they never call me back.... I was mostly dealing with the loan consultants assistant. (Which his title is producer manager). It was so hard to get a hold of them to pick up the phone or return my calls.
They had the loan consultant assistant (team person #3) taking all of our calls. To the point that he was not longer returning my calls. This past week i called him 3 times and he never called back. No until Friday he did answer and told me that he was in a meeting in that he will called me Im 20 min. Well guess what today is Thursday and he hasn't return my call. The reason that i was trying to get a hold of him or my loan consultants was to explain to me what were the next requirements because apparently my Bid was now too high.... I had also called the contractor process specialist several times last week and an email with (call me back) and nothing.
Customer service care. I finally got fed up with it and call customer service to cancel my loan. They put in a the request this past Friday. And My loan consultants were supposed to get backed to me for the process of cancelation. (Yeah the same people that's hard to get a hold of them) and nothing.
I also tried reaching out to the loan consultant assistant (team person #3) by phone again yesterday will to find out my call was going directly to voicemail. So I left a voicemail. And a text message to call me back. Well hubby was annoyed by the horrible customer service for them not returning calls back he dial the phone number on his phone.. well guess what his call went through but no answer. He call and left voicemails for him to call back. And nothing
The contractor process specialist( team person#4) finally got back to me yesterday. She tried reaching out and left a voicemail that she will be calling from a private number, because her work phone was not working properly. We tried calling each other all day yesterday but the call was not going through for some reason.
Well guess what I found out they send this morning by a copy and paste email. Unable to offer fundings of the loan at this time. From team person #1 & 2
And well that's a big FU. For them being so unprofessional and not even have the nerve to call me. I feel unheard, frustrated and angry.
And to be honest I was being very professional, patient and very understanding. I understand that you could be busy with work and stuff, or maybe they getting overworked. But that does not give them the right to ignore a costumer. On today's terms. (Ghosting) And the reason they had been receiving calls on my part... Is because whenever I would sent documents to them ill give them a call to make sure they got the documents and to make sure if there was anything else from my part that i need to send or to make sure it was the right documentations. Instead of waiting a whole day for them to reply back. I was very consistent with that.
I would like help sending a message showing my or expressing how i was treated and how they all failed with the outstanding customer service. Every email i get an email from them.. at the bottom of every email ends with Exceptional customer service is our top priority. If you feel you are not receiving excellent service, or if you have any questions, please contact my manager.. Pls help
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2023.06.01 20:10 pmmeyourprettyface Would it be appropriate?
Hello, I’m wanting to know if this would be appropriate or would be a bad thing to do. I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable (other than myself haha).
There is a girl at work that I am interested in talking to and hopefully getting to know. I’ll state that I know very little about her. She is part of the janitorial staff. I have an office job. She doesn’t “work” at the same place I do, but she is contracted out.
I noticed another coworker speaking to her a few months ago, and I thought “maybe this is my chance”. So I asked the coworker about her and she told me a bit about her. The coworker said she had hired her to help clean her house. She said that the woman I’m interested in had fallen on hard times, but was very smart. Something came over me, I felt though God had laid something on my heart, and I told my coworker that the girl I’m interested in should apply to be my assistant, as it would have better pay and benefits. Now, if she had taken the job, she would’ve been off limits romantically to me, as I never want to make a woman feel as if I’m using any small power I would have.
But unfortunately, she didn’t get the job. HR wouldn’t allow it as she was “unqualified”.
So my question is, would it be scummy to ask her out after she didn’t get the job? Thank you for any advice you can provide.
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2023.06.01 20:09 PrincessSophiaaaaa Not sure if I should ask what I should do but just venting
So I am 11 months PP And going through PPD . Just need to vent to other moms because I feel horrible . I never in my life called the police on the one that I love but on that day , I was frightened , all I wanted to do was cool down cause I was angry with how he was talking to me so I walked off with the kids to cool off and calm down . He was at work when all this took place . He was eventually looking for me and the girls when he got off and said he got scared but I promise I just needed to cool down so his sister offered to take me to her house and cool down but he didn't like that so he threatened to come there and take my baby from me and say that he's gonna take me to court . He started kicking the door down and I was scared and called the cops and now he has court for disorderly conduct. And I just wanna make this go away because I called them and looking back at all what happened , things would've been so different , meaning to say that my anger caused all of this to happen, no I didn't tell him to kick down the door but fuck , had I stayed home and waited to talk it out with him , we would not have to go through this. So there have been a bunch of mixed emotions lately the past month and I just idk what to do or say to make it better . I could say it would get better but with him, my encouraging words ain't it sooo idk
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2023.06.01 20:09 God_Is_Dead___ ☆ Fandom Roleplay- Doubles Welcome! ☆
Hello hello! If you have read my title I'm looking for roleplayers who are into fandom roleplay! I have plots for many fandoms I'm in, and I'm happy to double up in fandom! (There is a roleplay password at the end!)
Now with that said some info about me, my style and generally other things I want people to know! I'm crooked spine, you can call me crooked! I would like to say I am a semi literate to advanced literate roleplayer who focuses mainly on being literate, I write between the two paragraphs to about two messages, three if I'm super into things, and that's over on discord! I use third person past tense in my roleplays, I'm also eighteen and use all pronouns but they/them and she/her are the ones I use the most! I'm open to lbgtq plus roleplay since I myself am part of the community! I'll write the fandoms I want down below, characters I want you to play for me and the plot for my side of things! (Doubles are very much welcome!) If there are multiple characters I have a plot for each!
Plots ; Ivarr the boneless - Cwen Duke (my oc) is an anglo saxon mercenary, some believe she is a warrior of God, she herself just sees herself as doing the right thing protecting her people, at some point she ends up meeting Ivarr on the battlefield and holds her own against him so well she actually injures the viking warrior, she is taken prisoner when the Vikings eventually win the battle, and Ivarr is very interested in knowing the mighty warrior who managed to injure him.
- AC Valhalla ; Ivarr the boneless, Eivor and Alfred the Great.
Eivor - Cwen Duke meets the Raven clan, or more so Eivor, when she is employed by Sigurd to fill the ranks of the viking army, she is more then glad to join with very little coin since she had been slighted by one of their many enemies, not being allowed to join their fighting ranks, she meets Eivor when she is sent to retrieve them from one of their adventures, managing to save Eivor when they have an attack sprung on then by bandits.
Alfred the Great - Cwen, who wears a helmet to hide her female features, joins a royal guard of sorts to protect Alfred after an assassination attempt, after countless times of trying to get the faceless and mute Knight to speak to him it all comes to a head when another attempt is made to kill Alfred, Cwen has her helmet knocked off her head in the midst of the struggle against the assassin and it reveals that she is a woman to her precious king.
Plots ; Ominus Gaunt - Aeleyna Harrow (my oc and my in my playthrough) is the new fifth year, she meets Ominus when she is sorted into Slytherin, the plot would follow the story, instead more drama ensues when Sebastian finds out she is living and sees Lodgok, a goblin, as a father figure to herself, which would cause trouble in the friendship with Ominus because he has been pining after her since he first met her.
- Hogwarts Legacy ; Ominus Gaunt and Gareth Weasley.
Gareth Weasley - Aeleyna Harrow meets Gareth in potions class first of all, and she brings him the fwooper feather he wanted from Professor Sharp's office, they strike up a friendship easily and are usually together.
Plots ; Petyr Baelish - Aeleyna Stark is sent to kings landing alongside her two youngest sisters, she has to hide a pregnancy from the court as long as she can until she can come up with a good enough lie, especially for her father, but what Ned Stark knows about her is that she is the child of a Targaryen and Valaeryon, Petyr Baelish seems very interested in Aeleyna as she joins the court at Kings landing and one night finds her in the chambers far below the red keep, with three large stones, which are petrified dragon eggs which she had found hidden in a wall, now he wants to help her keep them a secret besides her pregnancy too.
- Game of Thrones ; Petyr Baelish, Cersei Lannister, Viserys Targaryen and Jon Snow.
Cersei Lannister - Upon meeting Aeleyna in Winterfell Cersei has been drawn to the womangrom the kindness she had shown her to keep her away from her drunken husband to offering a dance at the festivities, Cersei is now Obsessed with Aeleyna as she soon starts to notice a change about Aeleyna, a growing stomach, and the growing near silver locks that overtake the brown in her hair.
Viserys Targaryen - Aeleyna instead of resigning to a fate in Kings landing leaves Westeros, where she had been conversing with Daenerys in secret letters, Viserys is still alive and Dany stays happily married to Drogo, becoming his queen and having his children so much so that she loses the ability to sire her dragons eggs which she offers to her brother, who is now learning to be kinder, Aeleyna offers her hand in marriage to Viserys so they can rule Westeros one day together after she finds out she is a Targaryen, except she has already had two children at this point in time.
Jon Snow - After joining the battle of the bastards against her husband Ramsay, Aeleyna joins Jon to kill Ramsay, especially after all he had done to her, at one point in season one Jon and Aeleyna ended up sleeping together, at this point Aeleyna has had his child and has protected her child for the time coming up to the battle with her strengthand the fear of the dragons she had found and hatched below the red keep, which Ramsay wanted to use against Jon, and thinking that Aeleyna was going to follow his command he allowed her to join him alongside her dragons at the battle of the bastards, instead she turns her dragons against Ramsay's forces, and Ramsay himself, finally rejoining Jon after so long.
Plots ; Daemon Targaryen - Haela Stark is one of the children of Rhaenyra, but is the child of an unamed Stark male, she had lives most of her life in Winterfell until she joined the court when she was eighteen, Daemon never marries Rhaenyra, Haela seems to admire Daemon and has a sort of situashionship with him the same as what Rhaenyra has in the show, except she is asked to marry Aegon Targaryen and she does as her grandsire asks, who she is very close too, except she manages to have her relations with Daemon on the side during the escalation of the hostilities.
- House of the Dragon ; Daemon Targaryen, Viserys Targaryen, Aemond Targaryen and Aegon Targaryen.
Viserys Targaryen - Annalise Lenoa Hightower is the sister to Alicent Hightower, and daughter of the hand, she joins the court as a friend to Rhaenyra and is on the side of Rhaenyra later in the war, she is asked to seduce the king by her father and does his bidding, except she genuinley falls in love with Viserys and he with her, for her fiery spirit and strength.
Aemond Targaryen - Haela Stark is a bastard through and through, when she joins the court at thirteen she however becomes quick friends with Aemond, and as they grow older their affections are clearly known, but unfortunately she is to be married off to a Lannister, which Aemond can't stand, after Viserys dies unexpectedly before she is supposed to be married, Aemond is quick to marry her besides her clear want to support Rhaenyra and her claim.
Aegon Targaryen - Haela Stark joins the court when she is thirteen, as she grows older she grows into herself, so much so Aegon wants to take her as his bride but his father won't permit it and neither does his mother, Viserys wants her to be free from marriage and Alicent sees her love for her mother as a threat, and her loyalty to the North as another threat alongside the loyalty to Rhaenyra, but Haela has obvious feelings for Aegon so much so they marry in secret, her loyalty sways toward the greens and she is accepted soon enough.
That's all the fandoms I really wanted, but I'm in many more like Starwars, Avatar (the blue one) and many other (Fallout 4 for example lmao-)
Please feel free to send me a message or comment, if you don't see a fandom here you like please feel free to ask me about any others! I'm in so many fandoms so I'm most likely in fandoms others like too! (Anime fandoms aren't included, I don't watch much anime and I've only been obsessed with one anime and that's Hetalia!)
Anyways thank you for reading, and if you read far enough my roleplay password is Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart!
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2023.06.01 20:09 No-Tiger-7061 Mid-thirties, planning for my retirement. Looking for pointers to explore my options
36yo, single, no kids. Retirement with my full pension is 24 years away, as I need 60 years of age and 32 years of service. I'll reach my 32 years of service a year before my 60th birthday (literally a year before lol, I was hired on my birthday).
Current financial situation is the following : 85K annual salary for 2023. Annual raise is guaranteed CPI + 1.5% or 3%, whichever is highest.
Only debt is my mortgage. House was built in 2022. Mortgage is 318K @ 3.19% for 25 years for a $715 biweekly payment. Renewal is due May 1st 2027.
Savings are as follow : 25K in my TFSA invested in ETF's + 10K in a TFSA CPG (4%, expiring in May 2024). I do not include money I currently have in my regular saving account as it is already earmarked for things I still have to do around the house (around 10K).
Living expenses are 4K on average including everything non-essentials (eating out, vacations, etc.), or $3200 for just the essentials.
Net monthly income is a tad bit over 5K, as it include a bit of side gig money.
A decade ago, I had an appointment with a financial advisor, through work. He told me to max out my TFSA then max out my RRSP. My lifestyle was very different at the time as I was saving money to buy my first house.
As things currently stand, my pension plan simulator is estimated a 6800$ monthly benefit for my pension, thought it is undervalued as it can only take into account a salary raise up to 2% annually.
As for my monthly leftover 1K, what should I do with it ? Keep growing my TFSA with more ETF's ? RRSP ? Pay my mortgage faster ? Other options ?
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2023.06.01 20:09 Kaydegard Found this little guy in my house chilling on the wall close to his nest
2023.06.01 20:09 Working_Yam_9760 I just about got fired from my new job because of how I come off to people
On mobile so sorry about format. Rant.
I just talked to my manager and she just about fired me from my job because of how I come off to other coworkers.
She said that because she has had multiple complaints of me overstepping and being rude to other (senior) staff.
She likes me and wants me to work on it but she said that there have been multiple different staff that have complained about me and my attitude.
I work in a restaurant (pub) as a server. I have over 10 yrs experience in the restaurant industry both FOH and BOH (used to be a chef).
It is a busy place so there is quite a lot of staff. I am the type of person that if there is something that needs to be done, and no one else is doing it, I do it.
This is because I have the mentality that I am working, being paid, so I should be working all the time I am there. Even if my section is busy or not I try and help all the other staff. (Which is easy because it is not my house and I get money so my brain doesn't stop me, it is the exact opposite of how the rest of my life works.)
Here is where I might come off as too blunt/rude??
If I see a dirty table, I clean it. And sometimes others don't wipe off the table good enough (patio) so I re wipe it. If I see it is still sticky or has food stuff on it I wipe it, I'm going to do my own tables anyways so might as well.
If I was a customer I would like a clean table, I thought that was a given but apparently not if it is in another section I shouldn't clean it?
And if the server is busy, and a table walks in I'm only supposed to drop off menus and not ask them anything else or tell them the specials, or give them water until their server is free?? Apparently that's poaching the table??? Even though I tell the table that their server will be right with them?
Or if the kitchen messes up a bill, I tell them and ask them to correct it. I try to always say can you or would you be able to... and none of them have seemed mad at me about anything I suggest. Or I mention that the soup of the day is a bit salty, maybe add something to fix that. Or hey this was for staff so nbd but they said no jalapenos, so you don't have to remake it but if it was a customer you would have had to, please read the whole bill. I try to mod everything that needs to so that everything is clear. But yet I'm still overstepping??
I feel like I use all my social and physical energy to help all my other coworkers and be super polite (in my head) for it to come off all wrong.?..???
There are so many rules that they say they follow but, in reality they have other unwritten rules that literally I am supposed to know when they only tell me once..
but again in a restaurant my brain goes "everything has to be clean. People eat here." So don't overlook anything, and tell staff (foh or boh) if I see anything that is a health risk (washing hands, rotating sauces FIFO, no mark's on the glasses, straightening all the tables, etc). This is the kind of place where I actively try to make everything ok in a customer's/health inspectors eyes.
Because I can't do it at all in my own house, but where it is somewhere else I go into cleaning overdrive that it comes off as rude???
Idk I'm always just trying to help, and explain why I am suggesting to clean certain things.
Or if I'm closing and there is still tasks to do (shutting down the bar or tidying up the patio at the end of the day there is literally a list of closing duties) I want to make sure they are all done for the next person the next day. And if the bartender is not doing the tasks, I'll just start doing them, because they need to be done.
I don't know. I just feel so bad because I'm trying so hard to do good and keep this job because I actually like it and it works with my school schedule. And restaurants are fun to me. Everyone seemed so nice and like they liked me, but I guess not?
Anytime there was a misunderstanding I would try to clarify or apologize, and I thought that was that, we could move forward. But no....
Thankfully the manager is going to give me another chance working more during her hours...
I don't know. Rant over.
I'm just maybe asking if anyone else feels like even though they are trying their hardest to be "good" at their job, they still come off as "bad" or "not a good fit for us". Either because of tone of voice or body language or not understanding the "unwritten down rules of the social interactions expected between coworkers "
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2023.06.01 20:08 AshleytheTaguel A proposal in hindsight [The Owl House]
2023.06.01 20:08 Ram08 [CA-ON] [H] Gateron Baby Kangaroo, KiiBOOM Taro Cream Milk, TriboSys 3204 2ml, 2-Stage Springs [W] PayPal, Cash, EMT
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|Gateron Baby Kangaroo Tactile Switches (x90) ||Used for 3 months, excellent condition. Lightly lubed with TriboSys 3203 (except pole and top housing). Stock springs lightly lubed with 205G0 ||$55 |
|KiiBOOM Taro Cream Milk Tactile Switches 1 Pack (x35) ||Stock condition, unused. Only tested one switch ||$7.50 |
|TriboSys 3204 2ml ||Bought from Mech.Land. Only used a tiny amount for 1 switch just to compare it to TriboSys 3203 ||$4.5 ($1.5 untracked shipping available within Canada) |
|Kelowna 58g 2-Stage 20mm Springs (x110) ||Unused. Tested only one spring. It's ~50g bottom out in reality and not 58g ||$5.20 ($1.5 untracked shipping available within Canada) |
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2023.06.01 20:08 whostolethesampo In which I roast my 4yo daughter for never shutting the f up
I get it, it’s totally normal at this age. But Jesus tapdancing Christ, I’m about to lose it.
The talking begins the moment she wakes up and lasts until she falls asleep. (Then she talks in her sleep.) She narrates almost everything that she does and then gives her reasoning for why she’s doing it. “I’m playing with this doggie. This is my favorite doggie, that’s why I’m playing with it.” (Imagine this but like….for almost every single item she touches for 10 hours straight.)
And don’t even get me started on the questions. Sweet Lucifer, THE QUESTIONS. “Mommy, why are you putting that spoon away?” “Mommy, why are you wearing pants?” “Mommy, is this a real dinosaur or is this a fake dinosaur?” “Mommy, why is your hair tie yellow?” And my personal favorite: (after bitching and moaning for hours about wanting to go on a walk) “Mommy, why are we going on a walk?”
Then there’s the Stating of the Obvious, apparently a sacred practice for her and her fellow toddler brethren. Another famous move, interjecting random pieces of completely useless information into a conversation for no reason. Thank you for telling me that your panties have pink butterflies on them while I’m trying to ask how your day at school was. That was completely crucial and relevant. I know that the second I put you in your high chair later you’ll hold a piece of broccoli for 15 minutes while telling me every single detail of your day.
The bit that really makes me fantasize about committing harakiri, though, is the repeating. Everything that she says, and I do mean EVERYTHING, must be properly responded to and acknowledged or else she will glitch like the CD player in my first car and say it OVER AND OVER AND OVER. “I’m coloring this pigeon green. I’m coloring this pigeon green. Mommy, I’m coloring this pigeon green. This is a green pigeon. I’m coloring this pigeon green, Mommy.” Alright yes wow amazing, my apologies for being in the bathroom when you decided to relay this groundbreaking piece of information. This also has filtered into her repeating things that my husband says while I’m sitting right next to him. “Mommy, Daddy says he’s going to go for a run and then take a shower before dinner.” Yes ma’am, I too have ears and am six inches away.
And if she’s not talking, she’s vocalizing. She cannot simply walk from one side of the room to the other. She has to do it at a sprint, while screaming, roaring, whooping, ululating, or shrieking “HERE I COME!” at the top of her lungs. Sitting on the couch watching a show? Seems like a good time to start meowing. Riding in the car? Surely the best place to scream at the top of her lungs out of the blue.
Raspberries, fake farts, tongue noises, a range of animal sounds, and traditional throat singing must be interjected into every drop of silence, lest the house become too quiet which would obviously result in the devastating implosion of her home planet 17 million light-years away.
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2023.06.01 20:08 mediamusing ☣️ Don't let Them touch You ☣️
I spend all of my daylight hours scared and alone
in this musty old cellar
It’s woeful, and I bet it smelled this bad even before everything around here turned to crap. Great. My second sentence and I’ve already resorted to swearing. When I decided I’d start this diary (five minutes ago when I got a tiny sliver of signal) I thought it would be my poetic and deeply-moving goodbye to the world. Maybe I’d write about love and loss, or maybe the splendour of nature. Then, when all is done and dusted, I’d have left something to be remembered by. As well as my corpse
, of course.
This was a bad idea.
Okay, I’m an idiot. There’s nothing else I can do down here. I’ve rooted through every cardboard box a hundred times, organised and reorganised my supplies, I’ve even built a fort. So, I’m back. Hello. Again. God, this diary is going badly.
But there’s just enough light coming through the boards I nailed over the cellar’s tiny window to type by. So I may as well type. Stops me staring up at the window just waiting for a shadow to pass by.
Maybe I'll just write and not hit Submit
. Right, where to start? Well, my name is – actually, I think I’m going to refer to myself as ‘X’. That sounds mysterious. If you’re reading this and want to know my real name, I still carry my purse. My railcard is in there and, if you really want to know who I am, go find me and fish it out. I won’t bite...
So, my name is X. I live in a little English village in the middle of nowhere. Before all this
happened, I had a mum, a dad, a sister and there was a boy I liked, his name was Jonah.
I couldn’t think of anything else to write so I waited until I came back from my rounds. That’s the stupid name I have for when I go outside at night scrounging for stuff. Drinks are the hardest. I only trust bottles or cans, or did, and I was running out of places to search for them. But I guess that doesn’t matter now.
My leg is doing alright actually; didn’t hold me up at all. I saw Jonah too. He’s looked better, I have to say. It’s strange because this is only the second time I’ve seen him since we came here. Maybe his ears were burning.
Anyway, I found some tinned pineapple in a creepy old caravan I hadn’t searched yet. Had to bust the door open with Old Trusty – which I thought might attract some unwanted attention – but it was fine. I’m actually eating the pineapple right now, tastes good. I also found a radio in there. I already have three down here, but none of them work. Not that the caravan radio works either, all you get is static. It’s just nice to collect something. You know, to have a hobby.
I can tell the sun is rising. I managed to sleep for a couple of hours, but I woke up after a bad dream. I know some people can remember their dreams, but I never do. I wake up and grasp at them, but I never manage a hold before they fade away. It’s like trying to pinch the corner of a wisp of smoke; the harder you try, the quicker it fades to nothing. I’m just left with a sensation, a kind of imprint which sums up the most intense part of the dream.
And a cold sweat. That’s new.
I’ve been through the box of photo albums I found at the back of the cellar again. I’ve looked through them a few times now, but I always notice something new.
There’s a photo of this little girl playing with a pretend guitar. I can tell it’s pretend because it doesn’t have strings, only brightly-coloured plastic dials. Kind of like My First Guitar Hero
or something. The girl has dark hair and she looks a tiny bit like my sister did a million years ago. I don’t have a picture of my sister. I suppose I could go and get one from my old house, but it’s right in the middle of the village. I’m lucky I wasn’t torn to shreds the last time I went back. So, what I’ve done is put this girl’s photo in my back pocket as a substitute.
I guess I should probably write something about my real sister now. But I don’t think that’s a good idea just yet.
Daylight is starting to fade and I’m getting ready to go out on my rounds. I always take my satchel with me, packed with useful objects. I have Old Trusty (a crowbar) which sticks out of the top for easy access, a small toolbox, a pair of heavy-duty gloves (there’s a good story about how I got those, I might write that one down later) and a hammer. I carry a penknife I found down here in my pocket, my purse and phone, and a torch in my hand.
I don’t like to use the torch because its battery is running out and there’s always the chance it might attract them
. I probably shouldn’t have used it last night when I got back. Maybe I’m starting to enjoy this writing malarkey? I need to be careful with luxuries.
Okay, that could have gone better
Picture the scene: I’m using Old Trusty to try and lever a kitchen window open, when one of them just walks right through the garden hedge. Seriously, straight through it. It’s not the mightiest of hedges but, still, it just appeared like it was walking through one of those Japanese paper walls. My satchel was on the ground, but I legged it anyway. I’m not stupid. I know I can go back for it tomorrow. I felt strangely naked without it on the way back here though.
Like I said before, I need to be careful with the torch so I think I’ll try and get some sleep now.
I slept pretty well last night; no nightmares or cold sweats. Maybe a midnight chase was just what I needed to blow away the cobwebs.
I actually woke up wondering about you. If you’re reading this, who are you? If you’re like me, living through this village nightmare, how have you managed to go this long without being killed or whatever? Maybe you’re Army or some such. Maybe you’re just some kid who’s played so many videogames that surviving all of this was already second nature to you. Or maybe you’re like me; living on borrowed time and searching for a good place to die. Maybe Future Me was brave enough to tap Submit
on my diary and you're currently reading this on your phone or computer.
Here’s an idea. Maybe you can carry on this diary from wherever I left it at. God, I really hope this isn’t my last entry, although I suppose any entry might be. If you do carry the diary forwards, and I'm a corpse, maybe it will become cursed. Spooky
I’ve been preparing for my next excursion.
If I know I’m going somewhere I’ll likely run into an ugly, I like to take extra precautions. And I want my satchel back. It was a present from my dad, and I know it cost him a lot of money.
So, I’m taking a pair of shears from the shelf of old tools down here. That way, if I lose Old Trusty, I’ll have a backup weapon.
If you are local, I wonder how you like to kill them? Pretty morbid question I know, but everyone around here seems to have their preferred method. The last villager I saw alive carried a pair of mini cricket bats and seemed to have bludgeoning down to an art form. He never saw me though, I was watching from a grove of trees as he killed his way along the main road near the village.
That was before I decided to stay inside during the daylight hours. We can at least see a little bit at night; ambient light and everything. They can’t though. I’ve seen them, they bump into things. It’s pretty funny to be honest. If they hear a noise, they walk in the direction of the sound, never trying to avoid any object in their path. They either bash said object out of the way, or, like that hedge, blunder right through it. Obviously bigger things stop them dead (ha!) though. If that happens, they sort of shuffle backwards and then try again a few times. Eventually – and I’ve seen this too – they just give up and stand there, waiting for something else to attract their attention.
That’s not how it works in the daytime
I think it’s about an hour before the sun sets so it’s nearly time to head out. I’m going to change my bandage. One minute.
Okay, it didn’t look that bad really. The original scratch wasn’t too deep and now the wound seems to be doing that scabbing thing I remember from normal injuries. It just doesn’t smell very good. A bit like when you walk past a bin that needs emptying.
Anyway, I’ve applied more antiseptic and redressed it. Time to go.
That was fun. I’m glad I had those shears with me.
I got my satchel back you’ll be happy to know. And I got inside that house I’d been trying to break into as well. More through necessity than choice in the end, but I’m pleased I did. I found more batteries! That means I can justify writing at night a bit more. In fact, the people who used to live there (I think the husband owned the local garage) were pretty well kitted out. There were a lot of tins in their cupboards, and they’d even left a shotgun. It wasn’t loaded though.
Not that I need a shotgun. I didn’t tell you this before, but I have my grandpa’s old service revolver. He always told me and my sister that it was decommissioned, but my dad apparently knew otherwise. I keep it tucked into the back of my jeans at all times. It had three bullets, one of them is gone, so only two left. I’ll only be needing the one
Morning. I’m feeling pretty low today. I think concentrating on getting my satchel back took my mind off things, but now I feel pretty deflated.
Surely that’s understandable? The village I knew and loved has been replaced with this sodding hell. I miss my family, my friends, TV and hot dinners and Instagram. Before all of this I was a pretty positive person. Sure, I had a bit of trouble getting up in the morning, but, once I was up, that was it. I’d meet the day’s challenges head on, try to enjoy myself as much as I could. Not today though.
Maybe if I write about Jonah I’ll cheer up. Not Jonah as he is now of course, Jonah when he was all smooth-skinned, curly-haired and bright-eyed. Now he’s like the anti-Jonah or something. His face looks like it lost a fight with an angry lobster. No, wait, I’m supposed to be writing about Jonah version one here.
He’s one of those people that I can’t remember meeting. My family has always lived around here and so there are lots of people who have just always been
, if you get me. I always thought we would drunkenly get it together at a party – that’s what I’d usually do if there was a boy I liked. Classy.
I’ve perked up a bit. Out of sheer frustration I went upstairs (naughty, I know) and looked out of a window. Sure, I saw an ugly, wandering aimlessly as they always do, but I saw that the trees are starting to turn too. That means it’s nearly autumn, and I love autumn!
My sister and I always used to go out and kick leaves at each other in the autumn. I don’t know if it was because of her low centre of gravity, but my sister was amazing at it. She could somehow whip up a blazing whirlwind of golden-yellow and fire-red, surrounding us both in a leaf storm that I couldn’t help but flail my arms madly at. Then we’d both fall backwards into the leaves laughing, me wondering how on earth what had happened was possible. She was that good.
God, I let her down in the end
I think I’ll stay away from the house with the shotgun tonight. It usually takes a day or two for a group of uglies to disperse once they’re all riled up. I could use the rest of that tinned food I suppose, but I’ve got plenty to be getting on with for now.
Instead, I think I’ll swing by another farmhouse I was scoping out before I decided to turn nocturnal. I never met the people who used to live there, but I remember Mum telling me they liked their privacy. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind me visiting now though.
Also, there’s a woodland between here and there and I might be able to find some leaves to kick about a bit. I think that would make me feel close to my sister again.
I’ll check back in later.
I’m still alive
, but only just.
I made it through the woods just fine (only the odd leaf on the forest floor at the moment though, sadly), the trouble started at the farmhouse. I couldn’t get in – the doors and windows were barricaded – so I tried one of the outbuildings. Locked. It had a cat flap though.
My first instinct was to leave it, but then I wondered if there might be something useful inside. Lord knows what thinking about it now. I lifted the cat flap with one hand and shone the torch beam through with my other. That’s when an ugly dived at my pinkies. Luckily, it misjudged its leap and got a mouthful of plastic cat flap instead. As for me, I fell backwards onto my bum.
Next, the damn thing started bashing on the door from the inside. I don’t think it could ever have got out, but the noise attracted more uglies from out of nowhere. I only just managed to outmanoeuvre them and hightail it back into the woods.
That’s not the worst of it though. On the way back my leg started to hurt. A lot.
I woke up this morning and I’m walking with a limp. It’s funny, Dad had a limp when he and Mum died. He was nailing planks of wood across our windows and doors because there was no signal (as per bloody usual) and we thought that what was happening here was probably happening everywhere. It's only recently that I realised this was an isolated, local outbreak. Anyway, Dad dropped the hammer onto his toe, he always was useless at DIY. I think it was only a couple of hours after that when he and Mum were taken.
It was like a wave of death. No, not like, that’s exactly what it was. A hoard of uglies swept through the village, probably originating from the secret research facility in the woods we're not supposed to know about. My sister and I wouldn’t have had a prayer if Mum and Dad hadn’t charged down the first few that got into our house. They gave us just enough time to escape, to run away and leave them to die. My sister was screaming all the way and I had to drag her like she was four again.
She wouldn’t speak to me for a few days after that. I didn’t blame her, I hated myself too. But I would have hated myself even more if I hadn’t done what I did next. On my own, I snuck back into our house with the crowbar I found here. Then I dispatched my parents. I can’t bring myself to type it any other way. It wasn’t like in the movies, I didn’t pound their skulls into mush whilst sobbing, ‘Why
?’ over and over again. I just found them, or what was left of them, forced the crowbar through each of their eye sockets, and came straight back here. Then came the crying
I haven’t told you about the heavy-duty gloves yet, have I?
After I got back from our old house, my sister started speaking to me again. A shared, day-long cry will do that for sisters. Once we felt up to it, we decided to explore the parts of the farmhouse we hadn’t searched yet. All the bedrooms were empty, only a few belongings flung about the place (I suspect the previous tenants left in a hurry). The problem came when we investigated the attic. Once we’d opened the ceiling panel in the upstairs hallway, once we’d pulled the compact staircase down, I went up. My sister stood at the top of the hatchway shining the torch beam over my shoulder. And that’s when it touched me. Terrified, I fell to my left, screaming as the thing came crashing down on top of me. I was yelling things like, ‘Shoot it!’ and, ‘Run!’ but my sister was just laughing her head off. I soon realised that my attacker was in fact a shop-window mannequin.
I think the people who previously lived here must have been arty (or into some seriously freaky stuff) because the mannequin was dressed in scarves, bandannas, ties, watches – loads of things. The rest of the attic was pretty empty but at least we got the mannequin’s gloves.
I’m not feeling good at the moment. I’ve got a sore throat and I’ve coughed up blood a couple of times. My leg pain is getting worse too.
I don’t think I’ll go out tonight. I have enough tins left and one of them is a Full English In A Can
. Sounds pretty disgusting, but intriguing at the same time. I’ve been saving it for near the end. A sort of consolation prize.
There are two mattresses down here. Obviously one is mine, and the other one was my sister’s. After she died, I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of it. I don’t have a photo of her, only Guitar Girl’s. Her bed is the only thing of hers I have left. And she didn’t even sleep in it that many times.
The tinned Full English
was vile! You’ve got to laugh though, what else can you do?
I’m crying as I write this
. Tears of sorrow, shame and regret.
It happened as we were searching a cottage just off of the main road. We’d used Old Trusty to get inside, and I’d rushed straight into the kitchen to find the food. We’d run out more than a day before and I was famished. My sister followed me into the kitchen, a wide grin on her pretty little face because I was sitting there with an open can of beans. Then one of them came at her from behind. I must have walked right past it on my stupid way to the cupboards. It bit into her neck and blood gushed over the tiles in a torrent. As she yelled out in agony, I leapt up and implanted the crowbar right into the thing’s skull. It crumpled to the floor, but the damage was done.
‘Don’t let me lose myself
.’ That was the last thing my sister whispered to me before she passed out. Her wound was much more severe than mine is, and much closer to the brain. That seems to make it quicker. I took grandpa’s revolver from behind my back and blew her brains out.
I buried her
in the back garden.
After my sister died I went kind of crazy. I took Old Trusty out across the fields and pulverised every ugly I could find. I don’t even remember it that well, it was just, find, kill, find, kill…
We’d only been going out in daylight before then but, in my anger, I carried on through the nights. That’s how I learned about their inability to evade in darkness. Eventually, though, one got me. I found three munching on a dead cow and ran straight at them. Took out the first two easily enough, but the third managed to scratch my leg with a bloody fingernail just before I clobbered it into oblivion. Once I realised its nail had broken the skin, it was like a switch had been flicked inside me. That’s it, I’m dead too
. I lost my bloodlust and came back here.
If none of this had happened, I think my sister would have eventually gone into medicine. I was doing okay at College but she was top of her class at school. And she had a really kind nature too. She’d never squish any bugs that got trapped in our house; she’d get a glass, scoop the little critter up and seal it inside with a book. Then she’d take it outside and release it, even if it was a wasp.
I’ve decided that here’s not the place. I'll hit Submit
and then I’m going to do it in those woods I wrote about; consider this diary as my Note. I’ll be able to find a nice spot to sit and look at the trees, some place that's calm and peaceful. I’m going to leave the picture of Guitar Girl in this cellar, she belongs in this house. The tree leaves will remind me of my sister more than any photo ever could anyway.
I guess all that’s left to say is thank you for listening.
I know it’s possible that no one will ever read this, but that’s not really the point is it?
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2023.06.01 20:08 Creative-Onion-4221 How did you get to the FatFire stage? Did you start a business? Climb the Corporate ladder?
27 years old in the North East and getting increasingly frustrated with myself. I have the drive and entrepreneurial spirit but struggling to find / create an opportunity to put me on a path of FAT fire. I work hard with my current firm (financial services) and make decent money but not seeing a path that can get me to FatFire.
Would love to hear from your experiences and see if anyone else has been in the same situation. Feel free to PM me if you have any good tid bits!
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2023.06.01 20:08 Nichirenstoof Scared to stop doing gongyo
So… by show of hands had anybody had any planes fall on their house or anything crazy happen? After they quit doing gongyo?
And what about diamoku?
Since the origins of this practice reach beyond Nicherin how does that work?
Why does emitting this frequency cause me to become a Buddha & what about the people who’ve never heard of it?
It’s kinda like that thing of people in the bush in Africa never heard of Jesus do they still go to hell?
Basically I’m saying if I roll up my gohonzon & never recite this again what happens?
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