Letter of application motivation

hello po, i passed the ustet so this is my next step. my last name starts with the letter around a-e so i have to pass my requirements on-site by may 6. however since may 16 pa 'yung deadline ng reservation fee, now lang me nakapagbayad and i wasn't able to go sa ust nung may 6.
does the note "applicants who paid the reservation fee after may 10, 2024, may submit the hard copy of the documents on may 14 and 16, 2024 only" means that i can still pass my requirements sa given date kahit naskip na 'yung surname ko? thank you 😊
(this is for college of engineering btw)

I work in hospitality as a basic barista and recently applied for supervisor position at a new, recently opened location due to wanting to leave my current workplace. I have previously spoken to the owners of the new establishment as both stores reside on the same street and dined there on friendly terms. Upon reaching out to them for a follow up about my application, they said they wanted me, despite my 0 managerial and kitchen experience, to work as a manager for them and that they will provide the necessary training, due to the owner having liked my character. He must have misjudged me as I am currently filled with skepticism as to the true intent of their actions. What could be the motive behind this?

Hi guys, so I’ve been going through this situation since 2020 and it’s taken so much out of me that I finally am speaking out and looking for some advice. So in 2020 my girlfriend (L)gbtq introduced me to her transgender cousin (male to female) which I absolutely support and never had an issue with, this girl was super sweet to me, pretty, nice and seemed down to earth so we started talking and hanging out and FaceTiming a lot, she had confided in me a lot and I did at times as well so I felt like we were getting close, that was until she made this comment to me which was a little of a red flag, she said “I can tell your not Walmart” when she seen all the Sephora makeup I had and it genuinely showed me she is materialistic, she would stay with me and my gf from time to time while she went through some stuff with her family and I would notice when she was around my lipglosses and lip masks would go missing, my purses and blow dryer would always go missing as well and I found it all in the guest room she was staying in, I noticed afterwards she started mimicking me constantly, she’s always been the type to wear super long wigs/extensions but I noticed she started cutting her hair up to her shoulders like mine and cutting bangs just like mine, I felt like we looked too alike so I dyed my hair blonde and she did that as well🫣 I noticed at some point she started pushing away from me and not hang with me as much but she would always watch my social media accounts and post things that were super similar to my posts right after I would post and it made me feel like my sense of individuality was taken, she took all my hobbies and they were hers now, and she started to do her hair and makeup just like me, my girlfriend was uncomfortable because she never seen her cousin try to act exactly like someone she’s dated before, soon after I got a message from an ex of mine and they mentioned to me how she was constantly trying to request him, message him, get his attention and it was so odd that she was trying to date or hook up with my ex while I was letting her live with me and trying to help her get back on her feet, I actually let that go and decided I’m just not gonna associate with her and that’s when I removed her from all of my social medias and I forgot about her quick, soon after I noticed that she changed her name to my name on instagram?? She was now claiming her name was my exact name and I was so scared (she only left one letter out of my name so it could seem like she wasn’t trying to copy my life) but I soon messaged her and told her how I felt about it which led up to a group of her cousins attacking me and telling me to fight it out with her (she’s 6ft and I’m 5ft and not to mention we are different genders) so I just felt like they were leaving no way to resolve this situation, me and my gf decided to just do our own thing and ignore them for a while and that was until she found my private tattoo artist and started making appointments with him constantly so the point where I was uncomfortable going to my artist and had to find a new one because her and her friend had told me when they see me it’s ‘green light’ which is indication to “shoot me dead???” I did not want to run into her at my artists studio, I’ve never said anything bad for this girl to attack my life like this to the point where it’s been 4 years later and she is still going, I don’t talk to her, I don’t talk about her, I even removed at least 600 people off of my social media and I became super low key and private, but I noticed recently even though I stay to myself and have under 100 followers, everytime I update my bio or profile photo she copies it, I put some cool fonts and she did right after, I started calling myself ‘fairy’ as a nick name and she started doing the same so I changed my social media persona to ‘dolly’ and now she calls herself a doll in all her posts, if I’m wearing black and white in my profile photo, she changes her profile photo to her wearing those colors, I was wearing green cargos and a white zip up in my pfp and that night she changed her profile photo to her wearing green pants and a white tank…. I feel like anything I do I have no sense of individuality it’s to the point where I put an anime character with black bangs as my pfp to just hide and she changed hers to a different character with bangs. I know to most it’s not serious but I feel like this person is just trying to get a reaction out of me in any way they can to make me look like I’m the one starting and I just don’t know what to do anymore. There have been times me and my gf have let her stay with us and our only ask to her is to finish school, work and not disrespect our home and she’s never worked a day under our roof, took so much from us promising she would help out and never did, she’s left our apartment doors unlocked while no one was home for hours and hours so she could come and go whenever she pleases, we’ve asked her to make sure to fill us in if she is going out straight after classes so we know to lock the doors when we leave or to wait for her until she gets home from classes but even everytime we’ve tried to make an effort to support or be there for her she’s always turned us down but complains that no one is there for her. I just feel like 4 years that this is happening there is something else motivating her to continue to do this to me, I don’t associate with anyone she knows so there’s really nothing I can’t thing of that I am doing that is fueling her, I feel like this is turning into a case of stalking and it won’t stop until I do something that will stop it

I (27 F) and my fiancee (29 F) are approaching our 5 year anniversary. We both proposed to each other and now I am questioning if she actually loves me. I don't want her to settle because we have already intertwined our lives together or she just feels sorry for me.
We are each other's first serious relationship, but I fell for her first and now I'm wondering if I love bombed her into thinking I was the best option for her. When I first saw her I knew she was the one, but now I can't help but wonder if I'm being selfish. She is the one for me but I'm not certain I'm the one for her.
I would like to mention that there is so much more good than bad when it comes to my partner... She is literally the most beautiful, generous, and intelligent woman I have ever met but my concern is that she will not be satisfied if we do go through with the marriage. I love and respect her more than I ever thought I was capable of and when we first got together we were definitely in each other's league. Now I feel she has outgrown me. For the past 2 years I have found myself wondering daily if she is only with me because she has never experienced anyone else in the capacity that we have experienced each other. I think I am the first person to actually crave her and make it known... I think that as we now approach 5 year mark together it's not enough for her anymore.
I am not saying I'm the perfect partner, but I definitely do my best to be what she deserves as long as it is within my capability. We are both college graduates and although she did struggle to find her dream job, she landed it. She makes way more money than I do, but she knew when we first got together that due to her degree she would be the main provider. I currently have a dead end part-time job, because after sending out what feels like hundreds of applications and going to dozens of interviews that is the only one I have been able to obtain.
I am actively looking for a full-time position that offers benefits and will make it possible to take off some of the financial burden my fiancee carries for us, but when I have had the opportunity to get a full-time position she has specified to me not to take it because she wants me available to spend time with her. So I rejected them. Now she is upset because I am not where she wants me to be career-wise, because she has decided she wants to be taken care of too. Which is totally fine. We have had many conversations about finances and I get the impression that she believes that I am a freeloader although I do give all I physically can. She has complete access/control of my income. I don't even question her when she charges me for anything.
I do recognize that her feelings are completely valid and she deserves to be with someone who can provide for her in the ways she wants/needs. However, I try to overcompensate in other areas of our relationship to help ease her frustrations with me when it comes to finances... until I can become more financially independent.
She has never been obligated to clean unless she decides to help out on her own, but even then I aggressively but lovingly remind her that it is okay for her to sit down and relax. She already does so much and that's the least I could do. I truly believe that it should be my responsibility to maintain the home until I can help more with the finances. Then we can revisit that conversation. I also do the majority of the yard work because I don't want her having to spend any free time she has worrying over another "job" to do. I maintain some of her friendships because she spends so much energy at work and might feel too drained to do so herself. I don't do it always but there have been many occasions I even do her laundry or will put it away for her because I notice it has sat in the hamper for a week or so. The only reason I do not cook dinner is because she specifically wants to cook. She is very picky and the few times I have cooked it was not up to her standards. I am the provider of the romance in our relationship. I constantly write poems, letters, and have sat her down just to listen to me verbalize how much I appreciate her while giving exact reasons. I am extremely generous in the bedroom. I play into her fantasies and have made it very clear to her that when it comes to intimacy I expect her to orgasm until her body is too exhausted to continue on. There have been times where I felt like our sessions ended too abruptly, so I asked for her permission to start over to truly satisfy her. I am always asking her if there are certain things I do that she likes more than others. I genuinely want to know how to pleasure her to the full capacity that she is able to receive.
I do my best to have a consciousness when it comes to her happiness. I understand that cleaning and intimacy aren't selling factors to maintain a good relationship, but those are the ways in which I try to prove to her how much I cherish her. I am so grateful for all she does but I'm starting to feel like due to my financial struggle in a terrible economy this will be the breaking point of what I thought was the most precious love story.
I know that she is the woman of my dreams but I feel like I may not be hers. I am scared that I am holding her back and can't provide what she needs/wants although I am trying so hard to.
I know that she will never be the one to, "rip the bandaid off". I have no doubt that she has love for me but I can't help but question if it's because she has invested so much time into our relationship. She has made it clear that time is something she doesn't like to waste.
As painful as it might be would it be merciful to let her go?

I've been on the job search for six months. I've got another few months to go before graduating with my Bachelor of Science in Health Service Administration. I also am interning soon.
I'm honestly feeling super discouraged. I put in 250 applications for an internship and got two interviews. I got a lot of push back from one, not because they didn't think I was a good candidate but because the commute is a bitch from where I am.
I've now put in over 200 applications for entry level positions that I'm qualified for. I have previous experience as a GM and so far I've gotten one single interview and it was for a MLM commission only sales job. Plus it's selling Health Insurance through United and i ethically can't support that company after what they did to me.
So what can I do? I have my Scientific Workforce Prep certifications, and easily can go get a degree in laboratory science.
Now one thing to understand is that Florida is in a recession right now. There's few jobs and those in my fiels require masters degree or a RN degree. I tried to go to nursing school but couldn't get in with a 3.9 GPA.
What do I do. I've had professionals look over my resume and cover letters and they all say they look good.

I am in the process of completing the police clearance check application from Canada.
My current address (in India) does not match the one on passport. I do have proof of address. Do we write any letter to consulate general regarding this? Do we self attest any or all of the photocopies?
Thanks in advance!

During the course of my career as an alpha Sasquatch hunting, Dogman destroying, pussy crushing, luxury watch loving dude, I have run into this particular woman a few times. She is one part uber sensuality, and the other part deadly. Yes, I am speaking about the lovely, Anna Conda. I bring her up because I had another run-in with her last year.

Anna and I first joined forces, so to speak, when she acted as a go-between in my business deal with the Chinese to sell them bigfoot parts. See, I would hunt and kill the critters, cut them up, deliver the parts to Anna, who in turn gave me a suitcase containing unmarked American hundred-dollar bills, then she would transport the bigfoot parts to the Chinese. I was never really sure of what the sneaky-ass Chinese were doing with the body parts. All I knew for sure is that they are extracting certain materials from them, then synthesizing them with some other shit, creating some sort of drug. Whether it then becomes a bio-weapon or a dick stimulant, I do not know. Neither do I care. As long as they kept the hundies coming, I was good.

Now, while Anna is of Russian descent, she is a freelancer. She will work for any sick, skeevy motherfucker out there. She does not care. She has no conscience, at least not in the traditional sense as we understand it in western civilization. Today she is working for the Chinese, and tomorrow she may be working for Hamas. She is a slippery motherfucker.

So here is how it went down. At 11:32 p.m. on a Friday in September of last year I get a call on my cell phone. When the call came in I was balls deep into this hot little lass I picked up at the bus station a little earlier in the evening from an old swarthy chap named “Colorado Joe”. He wanted to sell me the girl. I was assured she was over 20 years old. I told him I needed to take her out for a test ride, which he agreed to.

So, there I was, balls deep in “Bing Bang Yun”, and my phone rings. Of course, I silence all incoming calls not in my contacts list. Thus, I knew that I must know the caller. In mid stroke I reached over to the nightstand to retrieve my cell and looked at it. It was a call from “Sergio”. I thought, “Oh shit…. I am going to have to cut the Oriental bang circus short.” When Sergio calls, I have to respond…immediately. He has the best blow on the east coast!!

“Hey, Serge! What’s up?”, I asked. All he said was, “Hooters. 2:00 a.m.”, then hung up. This was obviously the rendezvous for the transaction. Now, understand that Serge was not talking about the chicken wing restaurant. Hooters was code, in case the feds were listening in on the line. “Hooters” meant the titty bar out on Highway 69 called “The Plump Rump”. We had a communications code we used.

It was a long haul to the titty bar, so I needed to get moving. I had no time to return the girl to Colorado Joe, so I took her with me. I had her blow me on the way to the meeting with Sergio, telling her that her performance would make the difference on whether I save her from Joe or not. Of course, after she was done I tossed her out of my speeding truck and down, over the bridge, and into the Wendigo River below. I did not need any complications in my life right now.

I arrived at The Plump Rump at 2:00 a.m. on the dot. I saw the manager, Lou Skunt, sitting at the bar when I walked inside. I nodded. He walked over and said to me, “Use my office for the meeting The parties are already in there waiting for you.” I nodded and then headed to Lou’s office. Then it hit me: Lou said the “PARTIES” are already here. That is, parties, meaning more than one person. It was not just Sergio. It was 2 or more people! Lou was probably in for a cut of whatever was about to go down.

Something was bad fucked up!! I know for a fact that Sergio never brings anyone with him on a deal, at least not with me. He is too distrustful of people to do that, and too fucking mean to need protection. Something was wrong. I was just as likely to get whacked when I enter Lou’s office as anything else. I needed a moment to think things through.

I took a spot in front of one of the performance poles to watch a young, swarthy Mexican lass perform. My mind quickly strayed from the problem at hand to this brown chick’s ass and tits. She was not a great looking chick, but her body was smoking!! I quickly became aroused. I thought to myself, “Goddamn Asian bitches!! They are just like Chinese food – after 2 hours you are ready for some more!!”

When the little Mexican chick went on break I motioned her over to my table. “Hola Senior!!”, she said. I pulled out a clear plastic baggie of blow and dropped it on the table. Her eyes grew wide and slobber starting falling from her mouth. Blow is like catnip for strippers. Thus, she fell under my spell immediately.

The next thing I know, this brown girl was on my lap, dry humping me like a feral bitch dog in heat. I had to bang her. I NEEDED to see my wang penetrating her. Just then, someone taps my shoulder hard. I look up to see Lou standing over me. He bent down and said, “Did you forget about my office, asshole?!?!?!” I replied, “Damn, Lou!! You read my mind!!!” I arose, with the little Mexican bolted onto my mid-section, and hastily retreated to Lou’s office. I figured Lou would prefer me to stain this chick in private rather than out in the open.

The door to the office opened easily. The lights were on inside. In a lustful haze, I set the little Mexican chick on her back across Lou’s desk and started pumping the shit out of her, completely unaware of the others in the room with us. In a moment I heard someone call my name. I twist my neck around to see Sergio sitting on Lou’s jizz crusted couch. I think to myself, “Oh shit! I forgot about that shit!”

I figured I would just move forward with the deal as it was proposed to me. “Hey Serge! What ya got for me, dude?”, I asked. He replied, “I have a very special deal for you. I need, uh … yeah, ……Hey, Rod, you want to stop for a moment so we can talk?” I picked up the little tamale and laid her down onto Sergio’s lap as I continued to plow her. She stayed on my cock the whole time. I told Sergio, “No, man. I’m good! Lay it on me!” Slowly, Sergio lowered his face into his palm.

Then it happened. The voice cam from behind me, in the dark corner of Lou’s office. It was velvety yet hard as steel. “Rod. Went need to talk”, it said. Even though I did not stop pumping the little brown chick, a chill went down my spine when I heard those words. It was the thick timbre of the voice, I think, that alerted me.

I turned to look across the room. There, sitting in a red leather captains chair against the wall was the source of the sultry voice: Anna Conda.

I picked up the little taco yet again and turned her around so I could face Anna as I continued pumping her. At this point the Mexican girl was merely a masturbation toy I was using. I increased my pump so I could dump my load and get this over with. Then BAMM!!!, it was over. I removed the lass from my huge rod, after which her body crumpled to the floor. I did not know if she was dead or injured, or what had happened to her. But I did not care either, so I did not dwell on it.

I tried to compose myself the best I could, then walked over to stand before Anna so I could get to the bottom of all this business. “Well, well, well. Anna Conda. We meet again. Tell me, what brings you here, to my little neck of the woods?”

Anna replied, “Rod, put your dick away.” I looked down and, indeed, I had forgotten to stow my cock. Out of pure curtesy, I packed it away. Then I returned my attention to Anna. “Alright, Anna, what’s going on here?”

Anna launched into a startling tale about what brought her to me. As she spoke I became lost in her wanton beauty. She got up from her chair and walked about the room as she relayed her story, presumably to make it more dramatic and demonstrative. I got a full-on view of her body, and it was fantastic!!

She stands 5’10’’ and weighs 105 lbs. She is lithe. She was showing it off too, wearing a black, silk dress that landed just about her ankles. The top was low-cut, betraying just a bit of cleavage from her C-cup wineglass titties. She was not wearing a bra. Anna never wears a bra. Her nips were perfectly outlined through the silk. In fact, I think her nips were hard. It was probably something she did on purpose in an attempt to influence me. It was working.

Anna’s ass was perfect. It was not at all fat, but round enough not to be skinny. It was a fit figure skater’s ass. As she walked, I could see a tiny bit of jiggle emanating from her ass flesh, and then reverberated in the silky black dress she wore. My cock began growing hard again.

Her face was beautiful. Think Scarlett Johanson and Phoebe Cates rolled into one. But any sweetness this may evoke is quickly dispelled by Anna’s throaty voice with its thick Russian accent. I have known Anna for 20 years. Yet, she still does not look a day over 25. Jesus Christ!!! If ever there was a chick to die for ….. If I was one to delve into the belief of the paranormal, then I may conclude that Anna made a deal with the devil. But, I am not such a person.
And literally, Anna Conda is a chick to die for. She is deadly as fuck. She will kill you in a split second without a thought just because she does not like the shirt you are wearing. She can do it too. She is always armed and she knows how to use her weapons. Moreover, she is a total psychopath. This makes her doubly dangerous.

Anna and I have always gotten along for the most part. Like Anna, the dollar is my primary motivating factor. Such a mindset allows for understanding and predictability among people, which are elements that are sorely missing in many business dealings today that go on in the color of darkness.

Suddenly, Anna snapped me out of my thoughts. “Here’s your gun, Rod. Now let’s get started”, said Anna. She and Sergio were halfway through the door exiting Lou’s office when I said, “Hey, wait a damned minute!!! What are you talking about?!?”

They both stopped, and Anna walked back in and looked me in the eyes, saying “The plan, Rod. Let’s get on with the plan.” A little embarrassed, I sheepishly asked, “What plan?” Anna folded her arms and looked cross at me. After a moment to allow me to simmer in my shame, she asked, “You were not paying attention, were you, Rod?” I shook my head and looked down.

I heard a hammer cock. I jerked my head back up to find myself staring down the barrel of a pistol pointed at my head that Anna was holding. I protested, “Look, it is not my fucking fault!! Put that fucking gun down!!!” I continued, “You were distracting me with …. Well.. you know, how you are dressed, and that hot, sultry voice…. You know?”

“So, instead of paying attention to the plan, you chose to eye-rape me. Is that what I am to understand your position is, Rod?”, she asked. Knowing that my life was on the line, I said, “Anna, look, you know I am horny to a fault. Then you come in here, swinging them tits around, wearing that silk dress showing off the crack of your ass…. WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU EXPECT TO HAPPENED?”

Anna lowered her gun. She knew that my explanation of being a total cocksman was truth. “Let’s go”, Anna curtly said. I obeyed.

Anna explained the plan to me again on the drive from The Plump Rump. She made me wear a blindfold so that I would not get horny during her explanation. Here is how it went:

Anna Conda was now working for the Russians. It seems that Putin caught wind of the Sasquatch project that the Chinese were working on. He also knew that the American government have been fucking with sasquatch for decades. Thus, he was very concerned about the existence of a bigfoot gap. He ordered the acquisition of a Sasquatch specimen immediately.

Moreover, said specimen must be prime. It needed to be the biggest, baddest sasquatch of them all – a true alpha – so as to speed things along. Putin did not want some weird shit-creature, is-it-a-sasquatch-or-is-it-a-dogman, kind of monstrosity. He wanted purebred, badass sasquatchery, and preferably from the American Pacific northwest.

Anna got in on it because she sold the intel to Putin about China’s Sasquatch operation. She then told Putin she could produce sasquatch corpses for him. She told him she had a contact (i.e., me). Thus, with Putin’s blessing and promises of riches to come, Anna set out to America to find me.

Now, here is where things got a bit squirrely. See, I agreed to procure some more dead sasquatch. I have no problem with killing sasquatch because, in my opinion, they are an abomination on this Earth. I kind of feel like I am doing God’s work by wiping out as many of them as I can. And given all the not-so-Godly stuff I have done, I feel like killing Sasquatch kind of offsets that to some degree.

But Anna, she was stuck on Putin’s instruction that she must supply him with apex Sasquatch. So she did not want to take my advice of heading to the Pacific Northwest or Alaska. Instead, Anna claimed to have pinpointed the whereabouts of a particularly gruesome sasquatch beast that she KNEW would win her a fortune from Putin if she brought it to him.

“So, where is this beast?”, I asked. Anna replied “Martha’s Vineyard”. I paused. Then I asked her to repeat herself. It turns out that I was not mistaken about what Anna had said. I continued, “Uh, Anna, there are no sasquatch on Martha’s Vineyard, just a lot of wealth New Englander schmucks.”

Anna looked at me and told me I was wrong. Then she decided to attempt to taunt me. “Oh, Rod, mighty slayer of Bigfoot! Yet, you fail to take notice of where the biggest, most foul and rotten beast of them all makes its home. Jesus, Rod!! What kind of bigfoot hunter are you, anyway?” Anna then spit at my feet and wondered aloud whether she even needs me for this job.

I decided that I needed to straighten out the hierarchy here in order for this here deal to move forward. I said, “Well, Anna, feel free to truck on over to Old Whitey Beach and battle that beast. But, if there is a big old mangy sasquatch lurking around over there, then it is probably a fucking Nazi-Squatch. You know, those fuckers out there hate the Jews.”

The work “Nazi” visibly shook Anna. Her great grandfather died defending Leningrad. Her entire family there died of either starvation or cannibalism during Hitler’s siege during Operation Barbarossa. Anna despised Nazis. But she feared them too. After landing that punch, I decided to push my luck.

“Now, I am still willing to help you catch this here Nazi-Squatch, but you have to do something for me”, I said. Now Anna’s eyes were on me, and they were narrowing. I continued, “I want you to get bare assed naked and pleasure yourself while I stand over you and jack it.” Anna stared at me silently for a long moment. Then she replied.

“After the job is done, and you can get none of your … fluids… on me”, she said. I shook my head and countered, “Now, and I will ‘try’ to not get my spunk on you.”

However, Anna then turned the tables on me. In fact, she picked up the table and bashed my head in with it. She looked me in my eyes, then matter-of-factly said, “You get the beast, and your prize shall be a night with me, anything goes, darling.” Well, since this caused all of the blood to immediately drain from my brain, I had a lapse in judgment. “DEAL!!”, I said. Then we shook on it.

“OK, tell me more about this supposed monster sasquatch on Martha’s Vineyard”, I said. I still was not ready to believe there was a monster out there. “I show you photo”, said Anna. She took out her phone, scrolled to find the photo, then handed the phone to me. “There. Sasquatch”, she said.

I stared at the photo and remained silent. After a long moment, I turned the phone so that Anna could see the photo and asked, “Uh, Anna, is THIS what you intended to show me?” She replied. “Yes! There…Sasquatch! The biggest, grossest monster around.”

Now, I could not argue with Anna that the image on her phone is a big, gross monster. Hell, it could actually be a sasquatch, and THE UBER sasquatch. It is most certainly the grossest thing on Martha’s Vinyard. But I somehow do not think this is what Putin is expecting.

I turned to Anna and said, “Anna, this is a photo of Michelle Obama. I know it looks vile, and has a huge, hulking body with large appendages where a woman should not have them. But, sweatheart, that ain’t no sasquatch. That’s a big, hairy Chicago street negro.”

Anna did not believe me at first. She was hard in her conviction that Obama was a sasquatch. “I have seen the Sasquatch beast you deliver to me for China. This … Michelle Obama …. It is big, and hairy, and ugly like the sasquatch beast, but worse.”

When the truth finally set it, I could see that it had kind of broken down poor Anna, if only just a bit. I put my arm around Anna and told her, “Look, Michelle O fooled you. Hell, she and her Hamas Hubby fooled millions of Americans, twice! At least you saw Michelle for what she is, to wit: a big, gross sasquatch, and NOT some kind a retarded leftist messiah.”

After that, things took a rather dark turn. “What if we still take her to Putin? We can make deal; sell her to Putin!!” At this point I held up my hands and said, “I’m out”, then turned and walked away. Anna followed, trying to get me to stay. At this point, I could tell that Anna was coming undone a little.

See, she had to produce for Putin. There is no telling what kind of secret deal she actually had with him. She had to deliver a big old mangy Obama …. Er, uh, I mean … Sasquatch, to Putin.

“Ok, Rod, we do your plan. We go out west to kill bigfoot. Huge, monster bigfoot. she said. I turned and looked Anna in her eyes and said the following: First, we bang for 48 hours straight, right now, so I can get my fill of you. Second, you pay me $10,000.00 cash upfront. Third, upon delivery of the dead bigfoot, you pay me $1 million immediately.”

Anna agreed to everything, but noted that at the present time it was her “time of the month”. I grimaced, as I will absolutely not go there (and she knows that). “Fine, next week we bang”, I said. She pointed out that I would be in the woods next week hunting sasquatch. “Fine, once I come out of the woods, then we bang – 48 hours straight”, I said. “Of course, darling!”, she agreed.

Well, it took several days to set up the hunt, but it finally happened. I was in Washington state at high elevation based on intel I has acquired that indicated that there was a monstrous 15’ tall sasquatch on the mountain range that had been murdering and eating hunters and hikers. After 3 months in these mountains without a trace of the creature I began to lose hope, thinking that I probably got some bad intel, or bad coordinates.

I got my satellite phone out to call for an extraction. Winter was setting in fast, and if I did not get off this mountain soon, then I would freeze and/or starve to death. Unfortunately, my contact did not answer. I tried for 2 days. No answer. I had been fucked. I wondered what had happened back in civilization that caused me to be abandoned like this. I resolved that I would get off that mountain and get to the bottom of this shit. There would be hell to pay for this betrayal!!’

I was able to get in touch with contacts from back home. I got old Billy Ray from Ellijay and Rattler on the phone and got them to come out here to Washington State to extract me. Rattler use to fly helicopters in the Army. He has an old Huey sitting in his front yard, to the chagrin of his HOA. He fired that sucker up, and him and old Billy Ray flew out here to my coordinates and extracted me.

After landing at a convenience store to buy some beer for the flight home, we headed east. Through the skies a way, Billy Ray said, “Well, Rod, I guess you is bout ready to git back home to Georgia, eh?” In fact, I was ready to go home. But I had to take care of some business first. I told them both to take me to New York City. They were both perplexed. All I said to them was “I have an old friend there I have to see before I can go home.”

I have intel on where Anna Conda stays when she is in the United States. She stays at certain hotels depending on what month she is here, and whether her check-in date is an odd or even number. This is for undercover work. I came across the code for her stays while doing the sasquatch work for China. She an I were caught in a snowstorm one night in Buffalo, NY, and had to share a room at the Holiday Inn near the airport. We had like 10 big Igloo ice chests with iced down sasquatch body parts with us in the room.

Anna was like, “No hanky panky, Rod. I am tired and I want to go to bed. Tomorrow we finish business.”

Frankly, I did not blame her for withholding her magnificent muff from me. I was tired as hell. But, I could not settle for nothing. So, when Anna was in the bathroom taking a shower, I started going through her suit case. I wanted to find some of her panties to jack off into. Instead, I found a little black notebook. Inside it contained her lodging codes, and some other interesting things. I photographed the contents with my phone and then put it back.

When Anna got out of the shower she was already dressed in her night clothes. She saw me lying on my back, nude on the bed, and jacking it. “Rod!! GROSS!!!! Go to the restroom to do that shit!!!”, she commanded. I just did it to get a rise out of her. LOL!!

So, if Anna is still inside the U.S., then using the codes I stole from her I can locate precisely where she will be that night. I studied it for a few moments then had my answer. Tonight she would be staying at the Dogman Inn on Hwy 95 South, Room 355. I told Rattler to get me there stat!

We had to stop several times for fuel and beer. Those Hueys go just a bit over a hundred MPH, you know. But eventually, we got there. I gave the boys some money and told them to go to the Waffle House for some coffee to sober up. Then they would fly me home.

I should mention that I also had Rattler’s fully auto Russian AK-74 with spare mags. During the long flight with 2 drunks from Washington State to New York City, I had worked myself up into a towering rage over how Anna fucked me on this Putin deal. She had clearly thrown me aside. But for what, exactly? I figured I would storm the hotel room, get some answers, then shower the room with gun fire.

I busted through the door of Room 355 at exactly 3:35 a.m. There she was. My entry roused her from slumber. I was pointing my rifle at her, center mass. She was shocked at the appearance of a gunman in her room at this time of night. However, she was not as shocked as one would think (this was not the first time something like this has happened to her).

I raised my face from the receiver just enough so she could see it was me. “Rod!!!”, she exclaimed. “What happened to you?!?!? I thought you had died up in those mountains when we never hear from you!” I replied, “Shove it up that cute little ass of yours, Anna. You fucked me. And not in the good way. What the fuck was all that shit about needing a sasquatch for Putin?!?”

Anna played dumb. But it struck me that I had been deliberately put out of the loop for 3 months. Why? Who wanted me away for that long, and why? What went on in my absence?!? I was just dying to know!!! I set my rifle down and pulled out my fixed blade knife, ready to get down to some real nasty work on Anna so I could get some truth. The pure evil of what I was about to do to her caused a wide death grin to grow on my face. Anna saw it. She knew what it meant. She swallowed hard and her eyes betrayed the shear terror she felt inside. I was engorged with blood lust. She knew she had fucked up one time too many this time!!

Suddenly came the sound of the toilet in the bathroom flushing. I was momentarily shocked. I did not expect anyone else to be there with Anna. Anna saw it in my face. I glanced at her and saw that the terror in her face was replaced with pleasure, a slight smile creeping over her face.

I was going to have to face off against this person in the bathroom, who would be out in a split moment. When I do that, I will have to turn 180 degrees from Anna, thereby making me vulnerable to her. I had only once choice: Shoot Anna first.

Just as this came to me, but just before I could act on it, the bathroom door opened. I had to deal with that person before Anna now. I spun around to see that it was a completely nude, and fat, white man. He was a real oafish blob. He looked surprised to see me. He also looked sort of familiar.

I next heard the crack of something hitting my skull hard. I remember the immediate hateful pain that shot through my body and the sound of blood rushing through my ears. I remember the dizziness, then falling to the floor. Clearly, as I fixed on the man from the bathroom, Anna had cracked me over the head with a blunt object.

I came to the next morning, Billy Ray and Rattler had manage to track me down based upon coordinates I left in the chopper that said “IN CASE OF EMERGENCY”. Billy Ray filled up the hotel room ice bucket with cold water and doused my head with it to bring me conscious. I was disoriented at first. But after a bit, what happened in this room the night before came back to me.

Honestly, I am surprised that Anna did not just kill me. I presume that she thinks she can leverage her drop-dead hotness to get me to do more shit for her in the future. She is absolutely right about that too. Rattler then said, “Hey, Rod, that snake bitch left a letter fer ya.”

He handed me the letter. This is what it said:
____________________________________________

“Dear Rod:

Sorry about the boo boo on your head. Hope it heals soon. Also sorry about leaving you in the mountains. I was not running a scam on you Rod. Rather, an opportunity arose for me to acquire a sasquatch body from another person. You may know him since you are a sasquatch hunter. His name is Matt Moneymaker. Anyway, until next time…..

Yours truly,
Anna Conda”
_____________________________________________
I could not fucking believe it. That was fatfuck Moneymaker in the hotel room earlier. Anna fucked Matt Fatfuck Moneymaker for a Sasquatch! That fat son of bitch!!

Billy Ray asked, “You ready to go Rod?” I stood up and said, “Yeah, let’s go.” Then Rattler said, “Hey, ya wanna stop and git some beer fer the ride home?” I replied “Hell yeah.”

I felt like I wanted to die. Thank God for beer and buddies. I don’t blame Anna. She is a fucking snake, and I knew that before this started. Also, I cannot really blame fatfuck Moneymaker for wanting to get some of that hot poon pie Anna serves up. I guess I have to blame fate for fucking me over this time. I even started thinking that next time I will just avoid Anna. But I know I won’t, thus making me subject to this sort of shit again. I had Rattler set us down in Charlottesville so I could buy some hard liquor.

I applied for the Venture X and was pre-approved but am on my third round of identity verification, even though I have an existing relationship with Capital One, which gives me pause. I don't have a problem verifying identity but will customer service be an issue?
I have reviewed so many posts on this type of comparison, but I am looking for experiences with the customer service side of these companies. A trip gets delayed-- which company is easier to work with?
Which has been a nightmare? What about product protection? What's your go-to to make sure your purchases are protected?

• Current cards: (list cards, limits, opening date)
  • Amex Hilton Surpass, opened July 2022, $34k limit
  • Chase Amazon Prime, opened July 2018, $20k limit
  • Citi Simplicity, open Mar 2017, $10k limit
  • Chase Freedom, opened Aug 2003, $19k limit
  • BOA Rewards, opened May 2002, $35k limit
• FICO Score: ~800
• Oldest account age: 22 years
• Chase 5/24 status: 2/24 (assuming an inquiry/pre-approval counts?)
• Income: ~200k
• Average monthly spend and categories:
  • dining $600
  • groceries: $1600
  • gas: $10 (not using cc on this much, ironically)
  • travel: $1300
  • other: ~$5000
• Open to Business Cards: Don't think it's applicable
• What's the purpose of your next card? Travel insurance, purchase protection; travel rewards
• Do you have any cards you've been looking at? Venture X, Chase Sapphire Reserved, ASPIRE Amex
• Are you OK with category spending or do you want a general spending card? General spending is probably preferred.

My primary motivation for wanting an additional card is: travel insurance, trip delay insurance, lost baggage, purchase protection, primary rental car insurance. (Was comparing VX to CSR)
Additional benefit is lounge access, not just for myself but kids as well. (VX is the only card that still has priority lounge and you can add family)
Cell phone protection (VX plus Amex Aspire has this-- was considering adding ASPIRE as we frequently use Hilton points).
Future travel plans: one domestic + one international flight per year for next few years for four people. Domestic stay in Hilton.
I am trying to decide if I follow through with the VX application or pivot to CSR. Or try both for a year to compare which is a better fit? I probably would have gone in opposite order if I thought I was going the Chase route. That's why I'm very curious to hear the less quantifiable aspect of how everyone feels about the service they receive...

I am currently applying for Director level HR roles. I am located in CA and am applying to MOSTLY CA or west coast companies.
I applied for a fully remote role with a Bay Area based company a few weeks ago, and go through to the screening round. However, I just got the rejection letter today that I'm not moving on. The unique and kind of cool part was that the hiring team shared that they'd gotten over 700 applicants in the "less than a week" the role was advertised.
So for all yall in HR out there looking.........thats what we're up against right now. 700 plus applicants for a role YEEESH!!!!!
(Yeah, it's true probably more than half weren't remotely qualifed but still.....lots of folks out there in HR looking!)

Hello, I recently applied for the Capital One Savor One student card a few days ago, and I was given an Adverse Action Letter saying this:
"Thank you for applying for a credit card issued by Capital One®. We have reviewed your application and information obtained from your consumer credit report(s) from the consumer reporting agencies detailed on the back of this letter. Because your credit score was reported as missing or invalid, we also considered additional information provided by LexisNexis Risk Solutions Inc. Unfortunately, after considering the information available, we cannot approve your request at this time.
The reason(s) for our decision are:
• Based on your credit report from one or more of the agencies on the back of this letter, unable to validate phone number provided (LexisNexis Risk Solutions Inc.)"
This is the second time I have applied for this card. A few months ago, I got denied and was given a letter with the exact same reason, so I thought I would wait for a bit for the database to update. After I got denied the second time, I called LexisNexis and they said they had all of my information, but they did not have my phone number and could not update their database, even though I gave it to them and I was calling their consumer service line with it. I just don't know what to do in this situation.
Some extra info: I only have one credit card right now, the Discover It student card, and I have a credit score of around 700. I got my grandmother's phone number after she passed away, but even though that happened 8 years ago its possible that it is affecting the phone number getting verified.
Has anyone who has been in a similar situation have any advice?🤞

Couple of weeks ago I veered off from my normal bot I've used for years and tried mega blocks they had a free trial for 3 days. Anyway not only is the bot terrible there's no filters or anything like that and will literally accept any block above a certain amount of pay regardless of time of day or morning or night, I got a letter today. Third-party application blah blah blah. I already went back to my regular bot so I'm not worried but just public announcement in case anybody thought about using the mega bloks.

"Children learn to correlate consequences with their own actions. This is true of all of us, no matter what species we are. Adulthood is universally defined by maturity, and maturity is defined by nature as appropriate behavior to ensure your species' survival. If we apply this wisdom to the stage of evolution of a species, the culture and conservative capacity of intelligent creatures, then we can see it on that scale also. A species is like a child while they liberally explore their surroundings, learning the best behavior by trying everything, through the Trial of Errors. Then they mature and adopt appropriate behavior, avoiding doing things that work against their species, as individuals and as a whole. We can apply this pattern to the history of all alien races among us here today. This also includes the humans. I testify to this, as one who remains traveling alongside them and seeing each era of their ascended history. As the representative of the will of the Frendsikeel, as attorney to the cause of human endeavors and as their one follower in this galaxy, I say the humans are very cool." The alien sea otter with the boney shells covering her body spoke somehow in a human voice, having perfected the use of her translator so that it was indistinguishable from human speech.
There was applause among the limited audience of aliens at the application hearing for membership, each in their own way of signaling immediate approval. If the Cave Gods agreed, the Combine would be added to the councils of the Cave Gods And Friends Association. It was the dawn of a new and wonderful age for the humans.
The alien attorney visibly shuddered as an equally smoothly articulated translation started, and in a voice all-too-familiar. Osowl Fitten, Attorney-to-the-Humans, heard her nemesis from across the vast distances of both space and time. She was the Sunder representative, Supreme Prosecutor (of the humans) Eshka Layenna. The reptilian alien slithered out with a stylized collar to hide her frill and colorful paint on her face to look more appealing to the human eye. Indeed, the humans felt their eyes drawn to the masterful and ancient alien, who specialized in charm and glamor.
"Beautiful denizens of Rhema, world of art and music, esteemed guru, priests and patrons of the arts, lend to me your native attention. I will speak for you, and worry not what decision is made behind my back, by our wise leaders, the benevolent Cave Gods. They have heard the song of human laughter, recognized the absolution of human mistakes, graced the humans with thousands of years of benefits and gifts simply because they admire the beauty of the human soul. Is beauty not important? I would not stand in the way of beauty. We all know it is the first component of harmony, and we all know harmony is the first component of peace and we also know that peacefulness is necessary for love. And what meaning is there, that is greater than love?" Eshka Layenna spoke with passion in her human sounding voice, translated from a skillful use of her own vowels in order to inflect such sincere emotion. The attorney for the humans worried, for she had sparred with this particular individual alien half a dozen times throughout the centuries, and clearly they were both on the same course through the stars, sleeping for decades at a time in order to extend the usefulness of their respective careers.
The prosecutor skillfully explained that humans were beautiful in the ears of the blind leadership who had overlooked the capacity that humans had for, in their own word: violence.
Osowl Fitten sat quiet during her turn to speak in rebuttal. She could not quickly speak without thinking, it was not the way of her species and she was especially slow to decide what she wanted to say. In the silence one of the humans coughed expectantly, it was meant to prompt her, and she knew so. It was in all things, their little violences, and she had started to find it beautiful.
"Violence is the appropriate behavior when humans utilize it. They are equally capable of restraint and sometimes their violence is directed purely against the storm. Humans respond to all violence, they endure it and survive, they fight back, they commit violence for gain, even sometimes because they want to commit violence, with no further motivation. The Sunder administration has long sought to prosecute the humans because of this, and they are here today, to do this. I approve of this because it is the appropriate behavior. I would like to point out that the Sunder have invented many consequences to inflict on humans, and I must point out that to the human, those are called weapons and the Sunder have become hypocrites. On this day the Sunder are here to prevent the humans from becoming their equal, which is the appropriate behavior for the Sunder, because they anticipate that humans are dangerous, a known threat. They would list off all the times they have tried to blame humans for tragic events, or simply point out that humans were involved in a disproportionate amount of such tragic events, at the very least. And yes, humans are dangerous. Does not each new member bring a gift to the association? The Blue Light Watchers brought the gift of honest music, such as nobody had ever heard. Who among us was not moved by their music? The humans have brought a gift, and I foresee, the Dream Time, that this gift shall prove to be the greatest gift of all."
"What gift would that be?" Eshka Layenna spoke out of turn, amid gasps and gestures of outrageous surprise. Osowl refused to engage her opponent informally and ceased speaking until the Cave Gods had politely reminded the respected and venerable serpent of the absolute procedure of the courtroom, and begged her to behave appropriately. Then Osowl spoke, carefully avoiding addressing the question, while answering it anyway:
"When the Dream Time goes into darkness, and the galaxy can be crossed in an instant by the mere thought of terror, and there is no trade besides violence with this spreading nightmare from outside, that is when the greatest gift of all shall shine upon the threshold." Osowl Fitten turned off her translator and captions and spoke only in her own language. For a moment the court felt confused by this deliberate action, before the significance of it began to sink in. Even the scarred and brutal human Admiral Jinar they had allowed into the proceedings looked deeply moved, her eyes watering, as though she personally understood both the words and the power behind them.
"I have no further arguments, Wise Ones. The prosecution rests." Eshka Layenna said with strange reverence, abandoning her entire cause suddenly.
"This then, is the final enactment of all our discussions, and there are no further actors. Let the humans say then, what is decided here today." The Cave Gods spoke in rehearsed unison.
The humans cheered. They had just become members of the Cave Gods And Friends Association, and the humans were now officially equal to all the coolest aliens throughout the galaxy.
When the courtroom had emptied there were still two creatures sitting there. Osowl Fitten stared for a moment at the human, gradually recognizing her.
"You are Jinar. How so? Humans do not use Star Sleep or live such profoundly long life spans. But I am sure, somehow you are she." Osowl Fitten said at last.
"I am now Admiral Jinar, of the Combine Unified Forces. We are currently disbanded, but I still think they are coming, and we should be preparing for them. Now that we have a say in things, I'd like to get started on that." Admiral Jinar told Osowl Fitten, coldly speaking business.
"Are you not pleased that humans are now recognized as equals to the Cave Gods themselves? In the association, all species have an equal vote." Osowl Fitten twitched her whiskers in a personal greeting, hoping to see Jinar's mood change.
Jinar relaxed and smiled just a little bit. Somehow sitting there trying to interpret the whisker twitches of the Frendsikeel made her feel like a little girl again. It was just a moment, but it reminded her of her own resolve of character. She had felt a kind of personal hell for most of her life, regretting something she had done while she was very young, but worried it somehow defined her. When she had defeated the scout, something had changed, she had realized she was merely playing a role, and the universe was calling the shots.
"Maybe it was better to have gods. The thought that we are responsible for the course is somehow terrifying." Jinar said in plain, soldier-like way of speaking.
"This is humor." Osowl gestured that she found it mildly amusing.
"Do you think they are out there? You're my attorney, I kinda care what you think." Jinar grinned a little, realizing she could communicate very easily with the alien. It was like Osowl just understood everything. It was reassuring to be fully understood and also approved of at the same time.
"It is not a coincidence that I chose this world for Summoning. Allow me to show you what inspires so much art, why this world is a melting pot of artists from seven alien species who all come here for inspiration." Osowl Fitten paused and found a small box held for her by a servo.
"What is it?" Jinar wondered.
"It is a gift." Osowl seemed perplexed. She was trying to assess the correct way to receive such a gift. It was meant as a statement of many different meanings, what was known as a cruciform. Osowl realized it was in the form of clothing, a colorful sash. She wrapped it over one shoulder, wearing it as a kind of toga.
"What for?" Jinar asked.
"It is complicated. I will wear this, to show my admiration and to accept the insult. It is a sign of deep friendship, but one forged through a necessary rivalry, for we are not without the other. My opponent, perhaps she says farewell."
"No, she says she wishes to be your companion still - to continue to argue with you. We shall Star Sleep beside each other and visit the same places. I do not want to be alone and I do not want this to end. It is what is best for each. Ave." The Sunder spoke from the shaded curtains, slithering out dramatically.
"I accept this. I would not wish to be without you. I understand the duality of our arguments the same way you do. Come with me, and we shall visit distant stars and foreign worlds." Osowl Fitten said without hesitation.
From there, the three women went to the attraction of Rhema that Osowl had chosen as a backdrop for the human inclusion in the association.
"Of this moment, we suspend ourselves, for the brace, my dears." Osowl hissed in Sunder and made her new friend laugh with an emote.
Eshka Layenna stopped and suddenly slithered around Jinar with serpentine swiftness. "Is she with us, equal one?" In plain English, another idiom but this as a joke of some kind by Eshka Layenna. She donned a purple garland and wrapped part of it gently around Jinar, the exact movement dancelike and affectionate. She flicked out her snake tongue absently in her self-satisfaction and then turned and wrapped part of the boa around Osowl, who groaned in mock reluctance to the amicable game.
"So we walk together?" Jinar asked.
"Precisely. Unless there is a place we must do something else?" Eshka gestured to the colonial canteen.
"They serve alcohol here?" Jinar felt no resistance as she walked towards the bar with her old lady alien friends in tow, the fragile feathered tether wrapped loosely around all of them.
"Drinks. You may take your toxic beverage." Osowl complained.
"I insist. I know you got something you'll imbibe." Jinar grinned.
At the bar the servo identified them and guessed they wanted alcohol. Osowl was served a thimble of it and a proper shotglass with the colonial guard stamp half scratched off of it was put down for the lady in uniform.
"That's pretty strong. Can I have more?"
"No." The servo said, and took the shotglass and wiped it out with a wash towel.
"Actually, I'm good. That's a pretty nice buzz." Jinar grinned.
"It is precise, madam." The servo said with a little bit of an attitude.
"I'll have mine - not." Osowl said.
"Is that right, are you afraid you'll seem ridiculous? I assure you your friends won't notice your inability to change your eye color while intoxicated. If it helps, you can wear a mood medallion. Would her Gentleness wish her mood medallion?" The servo had split personalities, and was suddenly all cool while talking to Osowl.
"Very much so, Jehosephet." Osowl accepted the medallion with a quickness that conveyed a gleeful shift in her feelings about the bar. Once her medallion was worn and shining, looking exactly like flax colored eyes, she gladly accepted the drink with no further inhibitions. She took the thimble and insufflated it and exhaled what sounded like a drunken wheezing.
"You party hard." Jinar complimented Osowl.
"Yes, this is the celebration I am in for." Osowl seemed to be gagging in her translator and took it off to fumble with the delicate settings.
Jinar laughed, noting that her eyes were flaxen with tints of green and yellow while her medallion showed bright red frustration and embarrassment.
"I cannot drink alcohol, so I shall wear the hat." Eshka Layenna leaned on the bar and the servo placed a massive crown of supreme derpiness on her, some kind of cartoon creature vaguely resembling a Sunder. It looked insane. Jinar laughed so hard she fell over and landed on her butt.
"Okay, so now that none of us may have her pride before the others, now what?" Osowl sounded normal, but her medallion was a glimmering pink, showing she was aware she was being deceptive in some way, as her voice betrayed none of her sloppiness in communicating. It somehow made her seem more hilarious to Jinar, as she could tell Osowl was drunk.
"I am worried that if we stay we'll be seen this way by those who admire and respect us and it will somehow diminish our reputations." Eshka Layenna stated.
"That's part of the fun. But anyhow, we're on a mission. Let's go to this place." Jinar agreed.
"I am afraid our jovial antics won't last beyond the threshold." Osowl cringed as she realized she had spoke a word that meant the same as Threshold, the prophecy of her people.
"What's the matter?" Jinar's voice drained of laughter and she adopted gradual concern, as Osowl hesitated to answer.
"Let us go first, and bid this moment to memory." Osowl insisted.
They departed, leaving their festive garments behind.
There was no landscape to explore, but rather spires of habitats above radiated pools of slag. They flew in a saucer, hovering at different speeds and angles against the natural gravity of Rhema. After a while the saucer had found a break in the low gray-orange clouds that obscured the world below the observational habitats.
"What is the significance of this wasteland?" Jinar asked slowly, not really wanting to hear the answer - already knowing what such an answer would be. The rhetorical nature of her voice was greeted by merciful silence.
The three sisters, each from a distant corner of the galaxy, born in different ages, and different species, stared out at the desolation and they each recognized the same measure of it, for it was the limit of suffering.
Osowl knew her friends understood. She herself had adjusted to her existence, the last of her people. It still hurt to come home.

I'm absolutely exhausted. Last night, I slept, but my mind kept generating terrible things in my dreams. Though idk if there was a time this year where I wasn't tired and numb. I have to force myself to care about simply staying alive.
It doesn't help that clowning and trolling is my coping mechanism. I feel bad, so I mess with others for just a twinge of amusement. This causes everyone to leave. I suspect the isolation causes me to get even more hooked on the internet. At this point, I've been banned from every website multiple times, including 4chan. Most people I know irl are scared of me.
Though I would rather everyone fear me or find me weird than have to put on that dumb persona again. Never again. I prefer wearing my other personas. I could, of course, be my "natural self", but I haven't done that since I was a toddler, and now, there's a very thin line between a genuine and the fabricated.
Tbh, if anyone's destined to be alone, it's me. As a kid, I was content with being alone, and just wanted people to leave me alone. When I actually tried letting people be my friends, they only caused pain and problems. Most people are fake, they left and found new temporary people to hang out with. I found that non-neurotypicals are easier to talk to. Though most of them seem to be more social than me.
I need to empty my mind, but I can't, it's constantly active, constantly thinking. The thoughts keep getting jumbled together. It's hard to focus on even the simplest things. It doesn't help that the professors don't actually teach the topic, they just teach how to do the tests, especially in math. Like, it's objectively simple, and I can do the calculations no problem, but tell me what's going on in the calculations, and what I can calculate using them. I slept through calc 3 and still passed it, but idk what the applications will be. You know what, I should look it up myself.
Typing that actually gave me a bit of motivation. I should get back into my motivation and self-improvement obsession. That phase was the happiest I've ever been. I'd get up at 2 AM every morning, blast motivational speeches, workout, clean, make breakfast, and complete everything I needed for the day before sunrise. I'm tempted to go to bed early tonight so I can do that again. Whenever I sleep in (anything past 4 AM is sleeping in to me), I feel terrible and lazy. Maybe productivity is the cure for burnout.
At the same time, I'm constantly thinking about how to maximize productivity and efficiency, even on vacation days, though I rarely get those. It's maddening.

My sis is suffering with mental health illness for the last 3y. She went off work mid-2022 to focus on getting better. Her husband isn’t the most supportive. I offered to help with long term disability (LTD) app in AUG/SEP2022, but she said she didn’t need help, had it under control and app was pretty much done. I asked her for updates from time to time and she said everything was fine. DEC 2022 I found out that she had been fired from her job while she was on sick leave and never submitted the LTD application. Things were worse with her mental health than she made it seem. Her Employer tried to reach out to her by email but my sis didn’t get back to them. So was let go on the grounds of job abandonment. They didn’t try calling her or the union before letting her go. I was annoyed that my sis was dishonest about her situation and that things had gotten to where they were. Her employer didn’t help her with the LTD app when she asked. They gave her the run around and expected her to instead apply for disability through the government. I stepped in to help after realizing she was fired and didn’t apply for LTD. I contacted her union and tried to get things back on track -file a grievance and submit LTD forms. Sis finally got everything submitted in the winter of 2023/2024. She said the reason for the delay was that the insurance company wanted more info about her medical history from all healthcare providers. We recently found out that her LTD claim was denied bcuz she missed the app deadline. My parents are constantly asking me to help with the appeal. I had a discussion with sis about finding a lawyer and not missing the appeal deadline. A week has gone by I asked her for an update and sis made no progress, but made it out like she called some lawyers. I don’t know if she’s being honest or lying again. It’s extremely frustrating to deal with. I am fed up and told her last night that I am done, I can’t help her anymore. I don’t have the energy to give anymore. It looked like she didn’t want to hear it and couldn’t wait for me to get out of her car. It’s extremely difficult to deal with a person who isn’t honest and isn’t motivated to help themselves. I know most of this mayb attributed to her mental health but I am exhausted and emotionally drained. To add, after getting more involved I found out that she missed a few of her appointments with her psychologist, who almost discharged her as a patient. She wasn’t responding to her union rep who would call, email and mail letters to her asking for updates- we now we have a group chat between the three of us to address that. Her husband expressed some frustration because she wasn’t fully honest with him either about her finances and she was about $10k in credit card debt because she has no income. Mom and husband helped pay that off. I want to be there for her but it’s getting to be too much for me, AITA for wanting to step away from all this?

Hello, I am a third country international graduate of applied economics from an Austrian university and have been searching for a job for several months now. Despite submitting over 100 applications, each tailored to the specific requirements of the position (in some cases, I even exaggerated my experience to align with the job description, by saying that I previously worked in an exactly similar position for several years), I have not received any callbacks.
My CV itself is quite strong, as I hold two master's degrees and have founded several companies. Additionally, I completed an internship at an Austrian non-profit organization. I have been open to accepting any job position within my field, and I have searched extensively across Austria, Luxembourg, and Portugal. However, I have noticed that many of my classmates from EU countries have been successful in securing employment.
In an attempt to improve my chances, I falsely claimed EU citizenship on a few CVs. As expected I got callbacks from around 4-5 recruiters who asked questions about my motivation and visa situations, they ghosted me everytime after those conversations. I also emailed and called several times to some companies and after many calls one answered and said to stop applying :). The I mmigration office said same that in my field I had no chance unless I was the only candidate.
I am seeking advice on how to proceed. Are there countries that are more welcoming to international candidates in the business or finance fields? Im lost can you guys share your experience or advice me what to do? Thanks in advance!

Hello, I am a third country international graduate of applied economics from an Austrian university and have been searching for a job for several months now. Despite submitting over 100 applications, each tailored to the specific requirements of the position (in some cases, I even exaggerated my experience to align with the job description, by saying that I previously worked in an exactly similar position for several years), I have not received any callbacks.
My CV itself is quite strong, as I hold two master's degrees and have founded several companies. Additionally, I completed an internship at an Austrian non-profit organization. I have been open to accepting any job position within my field, and I have searched extensively across Austria, Luxembourg, and Portugal. However, I have noticed that many of my classmates from EU countries have been successful in securing employment.
In an attempt to improve my chances, I falsely claimed EU citizenship on a few CVs. As expected I got callbacks from around 4-5 recruiters who asked questions about my motivation and visa situations, they ghosted me everytime after those conversations. I also emailed and called several times to some companies and after many calls one answered and said to stop applying :). The I mmigration office said same that in my field I had no chance unless I was the only candidate.
I am seeking advice on how to proceed. Are there countries that are more welcoming to international candidates in the business or finance fields? Im lost can you guys share your experience or advice me what to do? Thanks in advance!

Hey guys
I am currently dealing with a lot of stress regarding my applications. I am applying to both MD and DO schools, but I know I am not competitive where I should be.. My undergrad did not provide much pre-med advising and so I had to kinda find my way blindly. My stats are as follows
Undergrad: 3.28 (covid kinda fucked me over) Masters (MBS): 3.35 MCAT (I plan to take it again in January): 499 (CARS was 80th percentile, which is cool I guess) Research: 1 paper, 1st author (solo) Shadowing hours: 150~ across a few specialties LORs: 1 MD, 1 DO, 2 from current job (I work as a lab tech at my local hospital) Volunteering: 85 ECs: Hundreds of hours in things involving community engagement and helping disadvantaged areas
I am aware I am not a stellar applicant GPA/MCAT wise, but I do know that I have the ability and motivation to get into medical school. Nearly every doc I've shadowed has said that I am capable of it. These applications are just a huge shot at my pride and it's incredibly hard to look positively. People have begun recommending Caribbean to me, and I frankly want to avoid that at all costs.
If you guys need anymore info, just lemme know. And be nice :( I am pretty depressed over this.

Have you ever stumbled upon a cool website or a tool online? Yes, you did.
Have you ever stumbled upon a bad UI or UX in general on your journeys online? Yes, you did. Probably today. Or at least last week.
If you have around five years of consuming web content under your belt, you are most likely wondering why the web is getting worse. If you have decades (like me), you are probably terrified.
For example: overlapping elements; flying buttons behind content; checkouts that lead to internal server errors; 404 pages where a career application form should be; and the list goes on and on... I can give you a ton of examples to illustrate the point but you already know what I am talking about in your own experience.
So.
Why is software slowly, but gradually getting worse?
​

• COVID. This mf made the market a mess. Everything went online. At least the businesses that were able to pivot to online services. Leading to magical things like website and web platform growth explosions and remote work.
• Remote work. Keep in mind that my entire team is fully remote before you start yelling at me for no good reason. While beneficial for so many reasons, remote work has a good amount of prerequisites to work well for all involved parties. Like work ethics, focus, curiosity, discipline... Most people don't even come close to that. Remote work is the new normal? Shortcuts are the new normal. "I'll be a dev! I'll build a website! Wait, I have no idea how to code. OH! A no-code website builder! What an awesome software-building tool!".
• Software-building tools. I've used them. When I didn't know how to design and code. Is there a place for such tools? For sure! Look at the top players. Congratz! Now every website looks the same. Feels the same. Has the same libraries. Loads for the same time. Has the same media query breakpoints. Has the same issues across all devices. Are you motivated to learn design? Or coding? Or QA? Here, get this online course and a certificate on that "educational" platform and you are good to go.
• Online educational platforms. Take a 10-day course, finish this predefined project, and get "certified". Go play a dev now. Go play whatever now. NOPE. This is not the way it works. A good designer can design your logo in an hour. A good developer can create your MVP in a week. A good QA will find bugs no one ever imagined. Those are skills. Skills take time to develop. It changes your mind. You see the world differently. There are a shit ton of good resources online. Use them. But watching a video or following a tutorial never made anyone an expert in anything. Practice does. A lot of it. Years of it. And then - a layoff.
• The huge layoffs. Is it AI buzz? Is it cost-cutting? Both? Neither? No one knows. Or at least no one will confess the truth. Whatever it might be it continues to roll over. Really smart idea... Lay off your people. Replace them with AI. See where you are 5 years down the line. No seniors. No mids. No juniors. Why? Because to have a senior in whatever, you need mid. To have a mid in whatever, you need to hire and mentor a junior.

It will balance out in a few years. Before that, popcorn for the show and a prayer to get the bills paid.
We are the software people. We have a voice. And this is mine.
If I inspire someone with this, awesome!
If I get the hate of the "free" internet, so be it.
Cheers, and build quality software!
Inspiration for this writing:
As initially pointed out (to my attention) by laurentiurad in his discussion "Why did software become worse in the last few years?" and the response to my comment by graniteblack , this is my post to the software world on the subject.
Disclaimer: I do have 10+ years of experience in advertising, graphic and web design, 7+ years in UI/UX and front-end development, and some quality assurance views as this is the main occupation of the company I am (as of this writing) responsible for for the last year and a half.

Hello! Just finishing up my UK visa online application form & to submit an invitation letter from friends/family, it says that "evidence of their permission to be in the UK" should be stated.
For context, I am going to the UK for a short visit for a friend's wedding (she's a resident in the UK)
What information should my friend include in the invitation letter as evidence? Is her phone number enough? Also what other detail should be included in the invitation letter?
Please help, thank you!

so spoilers to anyone who hasn’t watched but i’m on a rewatch now and i just got to the part where clay is turning more evil he decided to start selling coke and ignore the clubs “no drug policy” he lets jax come w him to the deal and when jax finds out he tells clay they need to run a vote. jax says he’ll back him but only if he lets him out the club and endorses Oppie as prez clay tells bobby to vote yes to drugs and he’ll make him prez but then bobby realizes what a fucking liar clay is , motivated by greed and power jax tells oppie to vote yes and when clay retires they will set the club back to its OG ways knowing that he’s planning on leaving. piney tells gemma to stop the vote and clay pushes her and tells her to stfu basically
the vote was a hot mess and bobby realizing that clay is turning his back on their values votes no. happy votes no which had me so happy chibs and juice says no which yay but i know lowkey juice prob said no because it’ll bring heat to the club and the sherif got his ass w the lie about his dad being black
i’m just like Aahhhhh tara show jax the fucking letters and prevent all this shit but of course she doesn’t smhhhh anyways my question was during the vote one of the prospects voted i think his name is miles ?? which was why the vote was 6/5 yes why was that allowed????