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2024.05.14 23:37 tryin2fitwhereforced I'm beside myself right now! What are my options? [CA]
Today was supposed to be a day off for me, mandated by a medical recommendation due to an ongoing health issue. However, despite this, I was asked to make the journey of over an hour to report to work, only to be summarily terminated upon arrival. Adding insult to injury, I had a company vehicle, so I was then placed in an Uber and sent home in disbelief and heartbreak. Because I needed this job more than you guys can even imagine. My employer knows why that is.
The rationale behind my relief of duty, I was told, was my alleged failure to perform my duties adequately. Admittedly, personal challenges had hindered my performance, and i was the first to take accountability for that and make it known I was aware of my shortcomings. My personal shortcomings that is. Knowing I can do better. but I had diligently fulfilled my responsibilities to the best of my ability. The only place I lacked was filling out my audits on some tracker that i was never shown how to use. But yet he washed it a certain way that was never disclosed to me. For the physical, boots on the ground part of my job always got done. My tenure with the company spanned only about 10 months. My other employment’s before lasted 12 years and 7 years. When I came on board I was hired under the explicit directive of my boss: he confided in me that he sought someone who would challenge the status quo and question any discrepancies they observed.
Primarily tasked with overseeing health and safety protocols within the construction industry, I initially accepted the position with reservations about certain practices but opted to remain silent. However, as time progressed, I grew increasingly vocal about my reservations, particularly regarding safety measures that appeared more concerned with liability coverage than genuine worker protection.
Curiously, despite my concerns, and before my termination I never received any formal warnings or assistance to address these issues, or the issues I was having due to my lack of training. My induction into the role was characterized by a distinct lack of training—barely two days to acquaint myself with the intricacies of the company's procedures. Consequently, I often found myself navigating unfamiliar territory, with my remote boss micromanaging operations from a considerable distance, frequently leaving me in the dark about critical aspects of my responsibilities. My boss is well aware of these issues. Always stated about the lack of training and how he wished he could make it down more to help out.
In the end, my employment was terminated abruptly today, and I refused to sign any paperwork presented to me. While a severance package was proffered, I declined to sign it. As I awaited my Uber ride home, I watched my boss surreptitiously slip the termination documents into my bag.
Now, I find myself contemplating my next steps. Any advice or guidance would be greatly appreciated as I navigate this challenging situation. Thank you.
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The rationale behind my relief of duty, I was told, was my alleged failure to perform my duties adequately. Admittedly, personal challenges had hindered my performance, and i was the first to take accountability for that and make it known I was aware of my shortcomings. My personal shortcomings that is. Knowing I can do better. but I had diligently fulfilled my responsibilities to the best of my ability. The only place I lacked was filling out my audits on some tracker that i was never shown how to use. But yet he washed it a certain way that was never disclosed to me. For the physical, boots on the ground part of my job always got done. My tenure with the company spanned only about 10 months. My other employment’s before lasted 12 years and 7 years. When I came on board I was hired under the explicit directive of my boss: he confided in me that he sought someone who would challenge the status quo and question any discrepancies they observed.
Primarily tasked with overseeing health and safety protocols within the construction industry, I initially accepted the position with reservations about certain practices but opted to remain silent. However, as time progressed, I grew increasingly vocal about my reservations, particularly regarding safety measures that appeared more concerned with liability coverage than genuine worker protection.
Curiously, despite my concerns, and before my termination I never received any formal warnings or assistance to address these issues, or the issues I was having due to my lack of training. My induction into the role was characterized by a distinct lack of training—barely two days to acquaint myself with the intricacies of the company's procedures. Consequently, I often found myself navigating unfamiliar territory, with my remote boss micromanaging operations from a considerable distance, frequently leaving me in the dark about critical aspects of my responsibilities. My boss is well aware of these issues. Always stated about the lack of training and how he wished he could make it down more to help out.
In the end, my employment was terminated abruptly today, and I refused to sign any paperwork presented to me. While a severance package was proffered, I declined to sign it. As I awaited my Uber ride home, I watched my boss surreptitiously slip the termination documents into my bag.
Now, I find myself contemplating my next steps. Any advice or guidance would be greatly appreciated as I navigate this challenging situation. Thank you.
2024.05.14 23:37 justjessing7 Mixing Business with Family: A Plumbing Disaster Waiting to Happen? Me (41M) and Brother in law (39M)
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I (41M) am in a bit of a predicament and could use some advice. I'm currently renovating my house and considering hiring my brother-in-law (39M), who is a professional plumber. The thing is, if I hire him, he's going to charge me full price. I'm wondering, if I do go ahead and hire him and then encounter issues with his work or if it doesn’t meet my expectations, should I treat him like any other contractor?
To add to the complexity, my in-laws are also renovating their home. I often help them out for free, and they reciprocate that help with my projects. However, when it comes to professional work, my brother-in-law doesn’t extend the same courtesy and charges them full rates. Recently, he only completed half the job for them, which forced my in-laws to hire another plumber to finish the work.
I’m torn about how to approach this situation. Should I discuss my concerns with my brother-in-law before making a hiring decision? Or should I avoid potential family drama and opt for a different plumber altogether? I know he’s going to be upset if he finds out we hired someone else instead of him. What’s the best move here?
What do you all think? Would love to hear some thoughts and advice on this.
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I (41M) am in a bit of a predicament and could use some advice. I'm currently renovating my house and considering hiring my brother-in-law (39M), who is a professional plumber. The thing is, if I hire him, he's going to charge me full price. I'm wondering, if I do go ahead and hire him and then encounter issues with his work or if it doesn’t meet my expectations, should I treat him like any other contractor?
To add to the complexity, my in-laws are also renovating their home. I often help them out for free, and they reciprocate that help with my projects. However, when it comes to professional work, my brother-in-law doesn’t extend the same courtesy and charges them full rates. Recently, he only completed half the job for them, which forced my in-laws to hire another plumber to finish the work.
I’m torn about how to approach this situation. Should I discuss my concerns with my brother-in-law before making a hiring decision? Or should I avoid potential family drama and opt for a different plumber altogether? I know he’s going to be upset if he finds out we hired someone else instead of him. What’s the best move here?
What do you all think? Would love to hear some thoughts and advice on this.
2024.05.14 23:37 Arbrand The Peach Factory
Living in a small southern town, you get used to the way things are. I grew up as a military brat, so my childhood memories are a blur of packing, unpacking, and getting settled. It had been seven years since we arrived, and nothing but the grace of God would make me move again. A few years ago, my father got orders to station at a base in the middle of the Mohave. I was only seventeen then, but after a few dozen screaming matches, I decided to strike out on my own a little early. I got a part-time job at the cafe, which was enough to rent a little run-down shack a couple of blocks from downtown. As far as I was concerned, I was living the dream—serving coffee a few hours a week and spending the rest of my time hanging out with friends, listening to music, and drinking.
That particular morning started the same as any other. I woke up around noon with a text from Mark to meet me at the cafe. Took me about two hours to get up and head over. The sun had just begun its descent as I pushed the door to the cafe open, the bell above tinkling softly. The sound bothered me a little bit, but I couldn’t tell why. It seemed to ring a little louder than I was expecting, and gave me this strange drilling sensation inside my head.
I ignored the feeling as the smell of slightly stale coffee and pastries washed over me. I saw Mark and Jamie already sat at our usual spot. Mark looked up as I approached, a grin spreading across his face. "Hey, Alex. Sarah should be here soon."
“So what's on the docket today?” I asked as I sat down, stealing a bear claw off Jamie's plate and taking a large bite before he had the chance to protest.
Mark’s excitement was almost palpable. He was always the one with the big ideas and crazy schemes, which I honestly appreciated. They got us into trouble more often than not, but it beat day drinking in the Walmart parking lot like everyone else our age.
"Alright, check this out," Mark said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "I was talking to my cousin who works for the county. He told me about this old, abandoned food processing factory just outside of town. They used to can peaches there."
I gave him a skeptical look. "That’s your idea? Old, canned peaches?"
"No, idiot," he scoffed. "They left behind a ton of nitrates and phosphates. I’ve been doing some reading, and we can use them to make fireworks. I was up all night figuring it out and putting these together." He subtly opened his backpack to reveal at least a dozen PVC pipes fitted on both ends.
"Now that's what I’m talking about," I said, grinning.
Sarah walked in, catching the tail end of our conversation. "Sorry I’m late, I had a breakout and had to stop by the pharmacy. Upped my allergy meds. I fucking hate pollen," she said as I scooted over to make room for her on the bench.
"Is there anything you aren't allergic to?" I laughed.
She rolled her eyes, ignoring my question. "So, what's the plan for today?"
Mark, Jamie and I exchanged cheeky glances. "Well," I started, "let’s just hope you’re not allergic to peaches."
We finally managed to pry the side door of the factory off, which broke free from the hinges and smashed against the floor. Stepping inside, the air was thick and rancid as we bounced the beams of our flashlights around the packaging floor.
"We should split up," Mark suggested. "Alex, you and Sarah check out the storage rooms for the chemicals. Jamie and I will find the control room and see if we can get the power back on."
All of us nodded as we went our separate ways. Sarah and I wandered down the dark hallways, kicking open doors and looking for anything that looked vaguely like chemicals. The corridors were dark and damp, with black mold snaking along the walls like veins.
The first few rooms we checked were empty, filled only with dust and the remnants of long-abandoned equipment. Each door creaked as we pushed it open, revealing more decay and desolation.
As we moved further down the hallway, the mold seemed to become more aggressive, spreading in thick, dark patches along the walls and floors. The air grew heavier, making it harder to breathe. We kicked open another door, our flashlights revealing more of the same—nothing useful.
"This place is a bust," Sarah muttered,
"Let's keep looking," I replied, though I was starting to feel the same way. "There has to be something."
We continued down the corridor, our footsteps echoing in the silence. As we approached the end of the hall, something caught my eye. One door stood out, covered in black, creeping mold that seemed to pulse and writhe. Tendrils of fungus snaked out from the edges, reaching out into the hallway.
"Sarah, look at this," I said.
She turned to see what I was pointing at and her eyes widened. "That’s... different."
We approached the door cautiously as the tendrils moved and swayed.
With a deep breath, we each grabbed one side of the door and pulled. It resisted for a moment before giving way, the mold snapping and tearing as we forced it open. The smell that hit us was overpowering, a mix of rot and decay that made my eyes water.
Inside, our flashlights revealed a horrifying sight. At the back of the room sat several pallets with dozens of boxes of peaches each. But it was what grew from these boxes that will haunt my nightmares till my dying day.
The entire back wall was consumed by a towering fungal mass. Thick, fleshy stalks jutted out from the base, climbing nearly to the ceiling. The surface of the fungus glistened with a slimy, wet sheen, appearing almost like rotting flesh under our flashlight beams. Each stalk was covered in a mottled, sickly green and yellow hue, with patches of black mold that seemed to pulse in the dim light.
Interwoven within this horrific sight were bulbous growths, each one throbbing rhythmically, as if with a heartbeat of its own. They resembled obscene, overgrown tumors, ready to burst at the slightest touch. Long, sinewy tendrils extended from the main mass, creeping over the boxes and along the floor like the fingers of some malevolent creature, seeking out any life to ensnare.
The tendrils near the door twitched, slowly inching their way toward us as if aware of our presence. The air was thick with spores, glimmering in the light like tiny stars, each one a potential harbinger of decay and death.
"Oh my god," Sarah whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of our own breathing. "What is that thing?"
We stood there, frozen in shock and disgust, before I slammed the door shut.
"Let's get the hell out of here," I said.
We hurried back down the corridor, our footsteps echoing in the oppressive silence. The lights in the facility flickered on, casting a blinding white light. I heard a bubbling, groaning noise emanate from behind the fungal door, sending a wave of nausea through my body.
We met back up with Mark and Jamie in the main area and quickly told them what we saw.
"Yo, that sounds sick," Jamie exclaimed. "We should blow it up. I found the chemicals in the control room and these bad boys are ready to go," he said, holding up a pipe bomb.
"Yeah," Mark agreed, his eyes alight with excitement. "We'd be doing the world a favor, getting rid of that thing."
Sarah shook her head, her face pale. "No way. I'm not doing this. That thing... It's not normal. We need to get out of here and call someone who knows what they're doing."
Jamie frowned. "Come on, Sarah. Don't be a buzzkill. This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance to do something epic."
"Epic?" Sarah snapped. "That thing is dangerous. We don't know what we're dealing with. I'm not risking my life for some stupid joke."
Mark stepped in with a grin. "Alright, let's all calm down. If you’re scared you can just let the men handle it.”
Sarah crossed her arms. "Fine, but I'm staying here."
"Suit yourself," Jamie said, shrugging. "But we're not leaving without taking care of that thing."
"Alright, let's do this," Mark said, looking at Jamie and me. "We'll be quick. Sarah, stay here and keep an eye out.”
The hallway looked completely different in the fluorescent lighting. I could see now that each vein of fungus emanated from that single door, like a spiral portal threatening to suck us in.
"Let's make this quick," I whispered, glancing back at Jamie and Mark. "We light the bomb, throw it in, and get the hell out of here."
Jamie nodded, holding the pipe bomb tightly in his hand. "Ready when you are."
We reached the door, and the tendrils of fungus seemed even more aggressive, writhing and pulsing as if aware of our presence. The air was thick with spores.
"On three," I whispered, gripping the edge of the door. "One... two... three."
We yanked the door open, the mold snapping and tearing as it gave way. The smell of rot and decay hit us again, making my eyes water. The monstrous fungal mass loomed before us, its bulbous growths throbbing rhythmically.
Jamie lit the fuse and threw the bomb as hard as he could inside. It struck one of the orbs, which burst, shooting a fine white mist into the air.
"Run!" I shouted, slamming the door shut. We turned and sprinted down the hallway. The explosion sounded behind us, the shockwave lifting me off my feet and sending me tumbling to the ground.
Living in a small southern town, you get used to the way things are. My parents were in the army, so we moved a lot, but now I'm staying put. I woke up around noon and got a text from Mark to meet at the cafe. The smell of slightly stale coffee and pastries greeted me as I arrived. The bell's ring seemed off, giving me a small headache.
I ignored it and slid into the seat across from Mark and Jamie. “So what's on the docket today?” I asked, stealing a doughnut off Jamie's plate.
“Going to go to an old peach factory and get some chemicals. I need to make some fireworks,” Mark replied, subtly revealing some pipe bombs in his bag.
Sarah walked in towards the tail end of our conversation and silently stood next to our table.
The three of us glanced at each other, unsure of how to proceed. “Sarah,” I finally started. “Are you ok?”
“Y-yeah,” she replied. “Are YOU guys feeling ok?”
We exchanged uneasy glances. “Yeah, we’re fine,” I said. After a moment, she shook her head and sat down as we continued our plans.
That evening, we broke into the peach factory. We found this disgusting, gigantic fungal growth coming out of some boxes of peaches and we blew it up with some pipe bombs.
The next day I woke up around noon and got a text from Mark to meet at the cafe. The smell of slightly stale coffee and pastries greeted me as I arrived. The bell's ring seemed off, giving me a small migraine.
I ignored it and slid into the seat across from Mark and Jamie. “So what's on the docket today?” I asked, stealing a maroon off Jamie's plate.
“Going to go to an old peach factory and get some chemicals. I need to make some fireworks,” Mark replied, subtly revealing some pipe bombs in his bag.
Sarah walked in towards the tail end of our conversation and silently stood next to our table.
The three of us glanced at each other, unsure of how to proceed. “Sarah,” I finally started. “Are you ok?”
“Y-yeah,” she replied. “Not really. Are YOU guys feeling Ok?”
We exchanged uneasy glances. “Yeah, we’re fine,” I said. After a moment, she shook her head and sat down as we continued our plans.
That evening, we broke into the peach factory. We found this disgusting, gigantic fungal growth coming out of some boxes of peaches and we blew it up with some pipe bombs.
The next day I woke up around noon and got a text from Mark to meet at the cafe. The smell of slightly stale coffee and pastries greeted me as I arrived. The bell's ring seemed off, giving me a piercing migraine.
I ignored it and slid into the seat across from Mark and Jamie. “So what's on the docket today?” I asked, stealing a bagel off Jamie's plate.
“Going to go to an old peach factory and get some chemicals. I need to make some fireworks,” Mark replied, subtly revealing some pipe bombs in his bag.
Sarah walked in towards the tail end of our conversation and silently stood next to our table.
The three of us glanced at each other, unsure of how to proceed. “Sarah,” I finally started. “Are you ok?”
“What's going on?” she asked, tears welling up in her eyes. “I’m scared.”
We exchanged uneasy glances. “It’s fine, Sarah. Just take a seat,” I said. After a moment, she shook her head and sat down as we continued our plans.
That evening, we broke into the peach factory. We found this disgusting, gigantic fungal growth coming out of some boxes of peaches and we blew it up with some pipe bombs.
The next day I woke up around noon and got a text from Mark to meet at the cafe. The smell of slightly stale coffee and pastries greeted me as I arrived. The bell's ring seemed off, giving me a splitting migraine.
As I slid into the seat across from Mark and Jamie, I noticed Sarah outside, fixated on a bird suspended in mid-flight. I went out to see her.
"Are you seeing this?" she asked, her voice tinged with astonishment.
"Yeah," I replied nonchalantly. "That happens all the time. Are you sure you're feeling okay?"
"What the hell do you mean, 'Am I feeling okay?'!" she screamed. "That bird is frozen mid-air, and you don't think anything weird is going on?"
Her yelling took me aback. I didn't understand her alarm, so I shrugged it off and joined Mark inside. As we began planning our nightly excursion to the peach factory, Sarah burst through the door, screaming, then vanished in a puff of smoke.
"That's odd," I mused, my brow furrowed in confusion before we shrugged it off and resumed our scheming.
The day after, I met Mark again at the cafe. This rhythm had become our existence: meetings by day, adventures by night at the old peach plant. That evening followed the familiar pattern; we reveled in the thrill of hurling pipe bombs into that small enclosed room.
This routine had completely engulfed our lives. Day after day at the cafe, night after night at the factory—it seemed as though this cycle was all we had ever known. Reflecting on it, I couldn't remember any other way of life.
However, one thing increasingly disturbed me—the ringing of the doorbell at the cafe's entrance. Each time I entered, the sound seemed sharper, more grating. Focusing on it brought a searing pain to my head, like a needle drilling through my skull. Yet, despite the agony, I found myself obsessing over it, the sound gnawing at the edges of my sanity.
One day, driven to the brink by this incessant ringing, I decided to confront it head-on. I stood by the door, letting the bell chime repeatedly. Each ring sliced through my mind, but I persisted, sweat beading on my forehead, teeth clenched in torment.
As the pain crescendoed, reality shattered. I woke to the blaring of a fire alarm, not the quaint doorbell I had imagined. The cafe was engulfed in chaos. The hallway was consumed by a sprawling fungal mass, its tendrils creeping along the walls.
In the dim, flickering light, I saw Jamie, or what was left of him. Half of his skull was missing, the fungus attached grotesquely to his exposed brain, pulsating with each eerie beat of his fading heart. Mark was there too, seemingly unharmed physically, but trapped in a delusion, his eyes glazed over, a smile playing on his lips as the fungus encased him.
Sarah lay collapsed by the fire alarm, her hand still on the lever. She had managed to pull it before succumbing to the spores that now clung to her body.
The tendrils that had enveloped me snapped violently, each break releasing a sickening crack that echoed through the eerie silence of the hallway. An outline of my body remained imprinted in the fungal mass, a mold from which I had desperately broken free.
Gritting my teeth against the pain and horror, I scrambled to Mark and Sarah. Mark was less entangled, lost in his fungal-induced stupor. I grabbed him under the arms, his body limp but alive, and dragged him across the floor. The fungus resisted, stretching like sinew before tearing away from him with wet, ripping sounds.
Sarah was heavier, her body weakened but still fighting. I clasped her wrists, pulling with all my strength. The fungus clung to her, tendrils winding up her arms like ivy. With a final, determined yank, the last of the tendrils snapped, freeing her. We left behind fragments of the monstrous growth clinging to her clothes.
Together, we staggered out into the night air, away from the suffocating enclosure. The cool air hit our faces, harsh yet cleansing. Behind us, the fire alarm continued to blare into the night. I fumbled with my phone, hands shaking, to dial the emergency number. The call went through, and within minutes, the sound of sirens cut through the stillness of the night, growing louder as help approached.
The next few days were a blur. I remember fading in and out of consciousness as nurses pumped antifungals directly into my IV, their faces blurring into the sterile environment. Once we were somewhat cognizant, the police wanted answers. One by one, we were interviewed, but we gave them nothing. I still don’t know what the exact penalty is for manufacturing explosives and using them to destroy a building, but I’m guessing it’s not community service. Jamie was still missing, and they hadn’t found any sign of him or his body. I tried to hide my tears as I knew he was already long gone.
After a few weeks, I was finally cleared for visitors and got to see Sarah again. She told me that after the explosion, she ran but couldn’t leave us behind. She came back, only to see us being consumed by the fungus. Try as she might, she wasn’t able to free us as she felt the oppressive spores take her under. She fought back and managed to pull the fire alarm before succumbing again. The doctors told her that her allergy medication gave her some resistance to the fungus; otherwise, she might have been a goner.
Mark was never the same. We never talked about what happened, and after trying once and him flipping out, I figured it was best to let sleeping dogs lie. That summer, he moved to upstate New York to work in his dad’s business. I haven’t seen him since. That fall, Sarah started college at Savannah State. I still call her every now and again, but it’s not like it used to be.
Despite all that happened, I’m not moving again. I’m happy here, and if it’s up to me, I’ll die in this little town. I still work at the cafe, as a manager now. On weekends, I come in and just sit at the booth we all used to share.
I still think about Jamie from time to time. I wonder if he's dead or still stuck in his delusion, picturing the four of us sitting at our table, talking, laughing, and passing the time. Sometimes, when the cafe is empty and the light is just right, I can almost see him there, his smile frozen in that moment before everything went wrong.
The cafe grows quieter each day, the hum of life fading into an eerie stillness. My skin feels different, as if the air itself whispers secrets I can't quite grasp. The itching that started as a minor annoyance has intensified, becoming a constant torment. I scratch at lesions that have begun to form on my arms and chest, red and raw, with patches of green spreading beneath the surface. I’ve started to wear long sleeves to cover my arms and a mask to hide my purpling lips.
Some nights, when closing, as I sit alone in the dim light of the cafe, the itching becomes unbearable. I claw at the lesions, feeling a dampness beneath my skin. Sometimes, when I cough, I could swear I see tiny spores hanging in the air, reminiscent of the bursting nodules growing on the stalks of the monster.
Occasionally, I hear the bell ring and the door open, but no one is there. I look outside into the empty night and see nothing. This went on for weeks, becoming more frequent. But one night, the door opened, and I saw Jamie standing there, the picture of health. I went to embrace him and noticed my lesions were gone too. It was almost as if we had never gone to the peach factory. It was suddenly morning, and the light shone through the cafe. For the first time in forever, we were happy. We talked about nothing, passing the time.
After what felt like hours, he told me it was time to go. But his mouth wasn’t moving—I felt like I could read his thoughts, and he could read mine. We stood up as I took one last look at the cafe and headed off with him, back to the peach factory.
As we walked, a strange calmness settled over me. I remember feeling that I wanted to ask if he had talked to Mark or Sarah, and wondered how they were doing. But deep down, somehow, I could feel their presence and I knew they were doing just fine. The sun was bright, the air crisp. The itching had vanished completely, replaced by an inexplicable craving for the sweetness of ripe peaches. Jamie and I shared a silent understanding, a bond deeper than any words could convey.
The factory loomed ahead, its doors wide open as if inviting us in. The familiar scent of peaches and something else—something earthy and ancient—filled the air. We stepped inside, side by side, feeling at home for the first time in ages.
The last thing I remember before the darkness took over was the feeling of the soft, warm peach flesh in my hand, and Jamie’s voice in my head saying, "Welcome home."
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That particular morning started the same as any other. I woke up around noon with a text from Mark to meet me at the cafe. Took me about two hours to get up and head over. The sun had just begun its descent as I pushed the door to the cafe open, the bell above tinkling softly. The sound bothered me a little bit, but I couldn’t tell why. It seemed to ring a little louder than I was expecting, and gave me this strange drilling sensation inside my head.
I ignored the feeling as the smell of slightly stale coffee and pastries washed over me. I saw Mark and Jamie already sat at our usual spot. Mark looked up as I approached, a grin spreading across his face. "Hey, Alex. Sarah should be here soon."
“So what's on the docket today?” I asked as I sat down, stealing a bear claw off Jamie's plate and taking a large bite before he had the chance to protest.
Mark’s excitement was almost palpable. He was always the one with the big ideas and crazy schemes, which I honestly appreciated. They got us into trouble more often than not, but it beat day drinking in the Walmart parking lot like everyone else our age.
"Alright, check this out," Mark said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "I was talking to my cousin who works for the county. He told me about this old, abandoned food processing factory just outside of town. They used to can peaches there."
I gave him a skeptical look. "That’s your idea? Old, canned peaches?"
"No, idiot," he scoffed. "They left behind a ton of nitrates and phosphates. I’ve been doing some reading, and we can use them to make fireworks. I was up all night figuring it out and putting these together." He subtly opened his backpack to reveal at least a dozen PVC pipes fitted on both ends.
"Now that's what I’m talking about," I said, grinning.
Sarah walked in, catching the tail end of our conversation. "Sorry I’m late, I had a breakout and had to stop by the pharmacy. Upped my allergy meds. I fucking hate pollen," she said as I scooted over to make room for her on the bench.
"Is there anything you aren't allergic to?" I laughed.
She rolled her eyes, ignoring my question. "So, what's the plan for today?"
Mark, Jamie and I exchanged cheeky glances. "Well," I started, "let’s just hope you’re not allergic to peaches."
"We should split up," Mark suggested. "Alex, you and Sarah check out the storage rooms for the chemicals. Jamie and I will find the control room and see if we can get the power back on."
All of us nodded as we went our separate ways. Sarah and I wandered down the dark hallways, kicking open doors and looking for anything that looked vaguely like chemicals. The corridors were dark and damp, with black mold snaking along the walls like veins.
The first few rooms we checked were empty, filled only with dust and the remnants of long-abandoned equipment. Each door creaked as we pushed it open, revealing more decay and desolation.
As we moved further down the hallway, the mold seemed to become more aggressive, spreading in thick, dark patches along the walls and floors. The air grew heavier, making it harder to breathe. We kicked open another door, our flashlights revealing more of the same—nothing useful.
"This place is a bust," Sarah muttered,
"Let's keep looking," I replied, though I was starting to feel the same way. "There has to be something."
We continued down the corridor, our footsteps echoing in the silence. As we approached the end of the hall, something caught my eye. One door stood out, covered in black, creeping mold that seemed to pulse and writhe. Tendrils of fungus snaked out from the edges, reaching out into the hallway.
"Sarah, look at this," I said.
She turned to see what I was pointing at and her eyes widened. "That’s... different."
We approached the door cautiously as the tendrils moved and swayed.
With a deep breath, we each grabbed one side of the door and pulled. It resisted for a moment before giving way, the mold snapping and tearing as we forced it open. The smell that hit us was overpowering, a mix of rot and decay that made my eyes water.
Inside, our flashlights revealed a horrifying sight. At the back of the room sat several pallets with dozens of boxes of peaches each. But it was what grew from these boxes that will haunt my nightmares till my dying day.
The entire back wall was consumed by a towering fungal mass. Thick, fleshy stalks jutted out from the base, climbing nearly to the ceiling. The surface of the fungus glistened with a slimy, wet sheen, appearing almost like rotting flesh under our flashlight beams. Each stalk was covered in a mottled, sickly green and yellow hue, with patches of black mold that seemed to pulse in the dim light.
Interwoven within this horrific sight were bulbous growths, each one throbbing rhythmically, as if with a heartbeat of its own. They resembled obscene, overgrown tumors, ready to burst at the slightest touch. Long, sinewy tendrils extended from the main mass, creeping over the boxes and along the floor like the fingers of some malevolent creature, seeking out any life to ensnare.
The tendrils near the door twitched, slowly inching their way toward us as if aware of our presence. The air was thick with spores, glimmering in the light like tiny stars, each one a potential harbinger of decay and death.
"Oh my god," Sarah whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of our own breathing. "What is that thing?"
We stood there, frozen in shock and disgust, before I slammed the door shut.
"Let's get the hell out of here," I said.
We hurried back down the corridor, our footsteps echoing in the oppressive silence. The lights in the facility flickered on, casting a blinding white light. I heard a bubbling, groaning noise emanate from behind the fungal door, sending a wave of nausea through my body.
We met back up with Mark and Jamie in the main area and quickly told them what we saw.
"Yo, that sounds sick," Jamie exclaimed. "We should blow it up. I found the chemicals in the control room and these bad boys are ready to go," he said, holding up a pipe bomb.
"Yeah," Mark agreed, his eyes alight with excitement. "We'd be doing the world a favor, getting rid of that thing."
Sarah shook her head, her face pale. "No way. I'm not doing this. That thing... It's not normal. We need to get out of here and call someone who knows what they're doing."
Jamie frowned. "Come on, Sarah. Don't be a buzzkill. This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance to do something epic."
"Epic?" Sarah snapped. "That thing is dangerous. We don't know what we're dealing with. I'm not risking my life for some stupid joke."
Mark stepped in with a grin. "Alright, let's all calm down. If you’re scared you can just let the men handle it.”
Sarah crossed her arms. "Fine, but I'm staying here."
"Suit yourself," Jamie said, shrugging. "But we're not leaving without taking care of that thing."
"Alright, let's do this," Mark said, looking at Jamie and me. "We'll be quick. Sarah, stay here and keep an eye out.”
The hallway looked completely different in the fluorescent lighting. I could see now that each vein of fungus emanated from that single door, like a spiral portal threatening to suck us in.
"Let's make this quick," I whispered, glancing back at Jamie and Mark. "We light the bomb, throw it in, and get the hell out of here."
Jamie nodded, holding the pipe bomb tightly in his hand. "Ready when you are."
We reached the door, and the tendrils of fungus seemed even more aggressive, writhing and pulsing as if aware of our presence. The air was thick with spores.
"On three," I whispered, gripping the edge of the door. "One... two... three."
We yanked the door open, the mold snapping and tearing as it gave way. The smell of rot and decay hit us again, making my eyes water. The monstrous fungal mass loomed before us, its bulbous growths throbbing rhythmically.
Jamie lit the fuse and threw the bomb as hard as he could inside. It struck one of the orbs, which burst, shooting a fine white mist into the air.
"Run!" I shouted, slamming the door shut. We turned and sprinted down the hallway. The explosion sounded behind us, the shockwave lifting me off my feet and sending me tumbling to the ground.
I ignored it and slid into the seat across from Mark and Jamie. “So what's on the docket today?” I asked, stealing a doughnut off Jamie's plate.
“Going to go to an old peach factory and get some chemicals. I need to make some fireworks,” Mark replied, subtly revealing some pipe bombs in his bag.
Sarah walked in towards the tail end of our conversation and silently stood next to our table.
The three of us glanced at each other, unsure of how to proceed. “Sarah,” I finally started. “Are you ok?”
“Y-yeah,” she replied. “Are YOU guys feeling ok?”
We exchanged uneasy glances. “Yeah, we’re fine,” I said. After a moment, she shook her head and sat down as we continued our plans.
That evening, we broke into the peach factory. We found this disgusting, gigantic fungal growth coming out of some boxes of peaches and we blew it up with some pipe bombs.
The next day I woke up around noon and got a text from Mark to meet at the cafe. The smell of slightly stale coffee and pastries greeted me as I arrived. The bell's ring seemed off, giving me a small migraine.
I ignored it and slid into the seat across from Mark and Jamie. “So what's on the docket today?” I asked, stealing a maroon off Jamie's plate.
“Going to go to an old peach factory and get some chemicals. I need to make some fireworks,” Mark replied, subtly revealing some pipe bombs in his bag.
Sarah walked in towards the tail end of our conversation and silently stood next to our table.
The three of us glanced at each other, unsure of how to proceed. “Sarah,” I finally started. “Are you ok?”
“Y-yeah,” she replied. “Not really. Are YOU guys feeling Ok?”
We exchanged uneasy glances. “Yeah, we’re fine,” I said. After a moment, she shook her head and sat down as we continued our plans.
That evening, we broke into the peach factory. We found this disgusting, gigantic fungal growth coming out of some boxes of peaches and we blew it up with some pipe bombs.
The next day I woke up around noon and got a text from Mark to meet at the cafe. The smell of slightly stale coffee and pastries greeted me as I arrived. The bell's ring seemed off, giving me a piercing migraine.
I ignored it and slid into the seat across from Mark and Jamie. “So what's on the docket today?” I asked, stealing a bagel off Jamie's plate.
“Going to go to an old peach factory and get some chemicals. I need to make some fireworks,” Mark replied, subtly revealing some pipe bombs in his bag.
Sarah walked in towards the tail end of our conversation and silently stood next to our table.
The three of us glanced at each other, unsure of how to proceed. “Sarah,” I finally started. “Are you ok?”
“What's going on?” she asked, tears welling up in her eyes. “I’m scared.”
We exchanged uneasy glances. “It’s fine, Sarah. Just take a seat,” I said. After a moment, she shook her head and sat down as we continued our plans.
That evening, we broke into the peach factory. We found this disgusting, gigantic fungal growth coming out of some boxes of peaches and we blew it up with some pipe bombs.
The next day I woke up around noon and got a text from Mark to meet at the cafe. The smell of slightly stale coffee and pastries greeted me as I arrived. The bell's ring seemed off, giving me a splitting migraine.
As I slid into the seat across from Mark and Jamie, I noticed Sarah outside, fixated on a bird suspended in mid-flight. I went out to see her.
"Are you seeing this?" she asked, her voice tinged with astonishment.
"Yeah," I replied nonchalantly. "That happens all the time. Are you sure you're feeling okay?"
"What the hell do you mean, 'Am I feeling okay?'!" she screamed. "That bird is frozen mid-air, and you don't think anything weird is going on?"
Her yelling took me aback. I didn't understand her alarm, so I shrugged it off and joined Mark inside. As we began planning our nightly excursion to the peach factory, Sarah burst through the door, screaming, then vanished in a puff of smoke.
"That's odd," I mused, my brow furrowed in confusion before we shrugged it off and resumed our scheming.
The day after, I met Mark again at the cafe. This rhythm had become our existence: meetings by day, adventures by night at the old peach plant. That evening followed the familiar pattern; we reveled in the thrill of hurling pipe bombs into that small enclosed room.
This routine had completely engulfed our lives. Day after day at the cafe, night after night at the factory—it seemed as though this cycle was all we had ever known. Reflecting on it, I couldn't remember any other way of life.
However, one thing increasingly disturbed me—the ringing of the doorbell at the cafe's entrance. Each time I entered, the sound seemed sharper, more grating. Focusing on it brought a searing pain to my head, like a needle drilling through my skull. Yet, despite the agony, I found myself obsessing over it, the sound gnawing at the edges of my sanity.
One day, driven to the brink by this incessant ringing, I decided to confront it head-on. I stood by the door, letting the bell chime repeatedly. Each ring sliced through my mind, but I persisted, sweat beading on my forehead, teeth clenched in torment.
As the pain crescendoed, reality shattered. I woke to the blaring of a fire alarm, not the quaint doorbell I had imagined. The cafe was engulfed in chaos. The hallway was consumed by a sprawling fungal mass, its tendrils creeping along the walls.
In the dim, flickering light, I saw Jamie, or what was left of him. Half of his skull was missing, the fungus attached grotesquely to his exposed brain, pulsating with each eerie beat of his fading heart. Mark was there too, seemingly unharmed physically, but trapped in a delusion, his eyes glazed over, a smile playing on his lips as the fungus encased him.
Sarah lay collapsed by the fire alarm, her hand still on the lever. She had managed to pull it before succumbing to the spores that now clung to her body.
The tendrils that had enveloped me snapped violently, each break releasing a sickening crack that echoed through the eerie silence of the hallway. An outline of my body remained imprinted in the fungal mass, a mold from which I had desperately broken free.
Gritting my teeth against the pain and horror, I scrambled to Mark and Sarah. Mark was less entangled, lost in his fungal-induced stupor. I grabbed him under the arms, his body limp but alive, and dragged him across the floor. The fungus resisted, stretching like sinew before tearing away from him with wet, ripping sounds.
Sarah was heavier, her body weakened but still fighting. I clasped her wrists, pulling with all my strength. The fungus clung to her, tendrils winding up her arms like ivy. With a final, determined yank, the last of the tendrils snapped, freeing her. We left behind fragments of the monstrous growth clinging to her clothes.
Together, we staggered out into the night air, away from the suffocating enclosure. The cool air hit our faces, harsh yet cleansing. Behind us, the fire alarm continued to blare into the night. I fumbled with my phone, hands shaking, to dial the emergency number. The call went through, and within minutes, the sound of sirens cut through the stillness of the night, growing louder as help approached.
The next few days were a blur. I remember fading in and out of consciousness as nurses pumped antifungals directly into my IV, their faces blurring into the sterile environment. Once we were somewhat cognizant, the police wanted answers. One by one, we were interviewed, but we gave them nothing. I still don’t know what the exact penalty is for manufacturing explosives and using them to destroy a building, but I’m guessing it’s not community service. Jamie was still missing, and they hadn’t found any sign of him or his body. I tried to hide my tears as I knew he was already long gone.
After a few weeks, I was finally cleared for visitors and got to see Sarah again. She told me that after the explosion, she ran but couldn’t leave us behind. She came back, only to see us being consumed by the fungus. Try as she might, she wasn’t able to free us as she felt the oppressive spores take her under. She fought back and managed to pull the fire alarm before succumbing again. The doctors told her that her allergy medication gave her some resistance to the fungus; otherwise, she might have been a goner.
Mark was never the same. We never talked about what happened, and after trying once and him flipping out, I figured it was best to let sleeping dogs lie. That summer, he moved to upstate New York to work in his dad’s business. I haven’t seen him since. That fall, Sarah started college at Savannah State. I still call her every now and again, but it’s not like it used to be.
Despite all that happened, I’m not moving again. I’m happy here, and if it’s up to me, I’ll die in this little town. I still work at the cafe, as a manager now. On weekends, I come in and just sit at the booth we all used to share.
I still think about Jamie from time to time. I wonder if he's dead or still stuck in his delusion, picturing the four of us sitting at our table, talking, laughing, and passing the time. Sometimes, when the cafe is empty and the light is just right, I can almost see him there, his smile frozen in that moment before everything went wrong.
The cafe grows quieter each day, the hum of life fading into an eerie stillness. My skin feels different, as if the air itself whispers secrets I can't quite grasp. The itching that started as a minor annoyance has intensified, becoming a constant torment. I scratch at lesions that have begun to form on my arms and chest, red and raw, with patches of green spreading beneath the surface. I’ve started to wear long sleeves to cover my arms and a mask to hide my purpling lips.
Some nights, when closing, as I sit alone in the dim light of the cafe, the itching becomes unbearable. I claw at the lesions, feeling a dampness beneath my skin. Sometimes, when I cough, I could swear I see tiny spores hanging in the air, reminiscent of the bursting nodules growing on the stalks of the monster.
Occasionally, I hear the bell ring and the door open, but no one is there. I look outside into the empty night and see nothing. This went on for weeks, becoming more frequent. But one night, the door opened, and I saw Jamie standing there, the picture of health. I went to embrace him and noticed my lesions were gone too. It was almost as if we had never gone to the peach factory. It was suddenly morning, and the light shone through the cafe. For the first time in forever, we were happy. We talked about nothing, passing the time.
After what felt like hours, he told me it was time to go. But his mouth wasn’t moving—I felt like I could read his thoughts, and he could read mine. We stood up as I took one last look at the cafe and headed off with him, back to the peach factory.
As we walked, a strange calmness settled over me. I remember feeling that I wanted to ask if he had talked to Mark or Sarah, and wondered how they were doing. But deep down, somehow, I could feel their presence and I knew they were doing just fine. The sun was bright, the air crisp. The itching had vanished completely, replaced by an inexplicable craving for the sweetness of ripe peaches. Jamie and I shared a silent understanding, a bond deeper than any words could convey.
The factory loomed ahead, its doors wide open as if inviting us in. The familiar scent of peaches and something else—something earthy and ancient—filled the air. We stepped inside, side by side, feeling at home for the first time in ages.
The last thing I remember before the darkness took over was the feeling of the soft, warm peach flesh in my hand, and Jamie’s voice in my head saying, "Welcome home."
2024.05.14 23:36 alfooboboao LPT: If you’re a parent, the best Teacher Appreciation Week gift is cash
My partner is a teacher.
Actually, she’s a damn good teacher, and every year on Teacher Appreciation Week we get loaded down with gifts. Which is great!! And first of all, I want to say that any gift — or even a sweet card or note if you can’t afford a gift, she would never in a million years judge someone or EVER want a parent to be stressed by how much money they spent (please, buy your kid food first) — is more than okay, and to be clear she would never ever come home and shit talk anyone who buys her a present lol.
But I know a lot of parents don’t know what to get their kid’s teacher, so:
The answer is cash.
I know what you’re thinking — that’s rude, right? It delegitimizes the profession and makes you look like you didn’t care enough to buy an actual present.
But nope! Cash is king. Cash is the best.
Every year, we have to choose which mugs to throw out, because we literally don’t have space for even one more mug. We also throw out about 15-20 pounds of chocolate and cookies every year because even if we were somehow able to eat all the sweets she takes home we’d each weigh 300 pounds.
One family once gave her a $200 gift certificate to a luxury resort chain, which was very sweet and expensive, but fundamentally misunderstands the financial limitations of teaching lol. It’s nice, and we’d never complain, but getting a gift certificate that covers 20% of a weekend at a resort is basically useless — no teacher is gonna go $800 out of pocket to spend $200 in gift certificate money.
Wine is nice, but if your teacher doesn’t like wine, then it’s like the chocolates — it’ll just sit there until it has to be thrown or given away to make space.
But cash? Oh, man, cash is amazing. With cash, she can choose to go to the salon, or order in some night we don’t feel like cooking, or even help pay off a bill if we need it.
Instead of going out of your way and stressing over a present if you want to get your teacher something, just give cash! Again, any amount (or just a card or note, even) is okay! But given what we all know about the profession of teaching, a cash gift says that you understand the job, and it also shows that you realize how $20 would be better than a $100 present because that’s $20 less in stress!
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Actually, she’s a damn good teacher, and every year on Teacher Appreciation Week we get loaded down with gifts. Which is great!! And first of all, I want to say that any gift — or even a sweet card or note if you can’t afford a gift, she would never in a million years judge someone or EVER want a parent to be stressed by how much money they spent (please, buy your kid food first) — is more than okay, and to be clear she would never ever come home and shit talk anyone who buys her a present lol.
But I know a lot of parents don’t know what to get their kid’s teacher, so:
The answer is cash.
I know what you’re thinking — that’s rude, right? It delegitimizes the profession and makes you look like you didn’t care enough to buy an actual present.
But nope! Cash is king. Cash is the best.
Every year, we have to choose which mugs to throw out, because we literally don’t have space for even one more mug. We also throw out about 15-20 pounds of chocolate and cookies every year because even if we were somehow able to eat all the sweets she takes home we’d each weigh 300 pounds.
One family once gave her a $200 gift certificate to a luxury resort chain, which was very sweet and expensive, but fundamentally misunderstands the financial limitations of teaching lol. It’s nice, and we’d never complain, but getting a gift certificate that covers 20% of a weekend at a resort is basically useless — no teacher is gonna go $800 out of pocket to spend $200 in gift certificate money.
Wine is nice, but if your teacher doesn’t like wine, then it’s like the chocolates — it’ll just sit there until it has to be thrown or given away to make space.
But cash? Oh, man, cash is amazing. With cash, she can choose to go to the salon, or order in some night we don’t feel like cooking, or even help pay off a bill if we need it.
Instead of going out of your way and stressing over a present if you want to get your teacher something, just give cash! Again, any amount (or just a card or note, even) is okay! But given what we all know about the profession of teaching, a cash gift says that you understand the job, and it also shows that you realize how $20 would be better than a $100 present because that’s $20 less in stress!
2024.05.14 23:36 Antique_Economist_84 My mom is still using me for food stamps, what do i do?
the title might be a little misleading since it’s not just about the food stamps but i’ll explain further as to why i’m asking.
i recently just lost my insurance when i turned 19 and so i applied through marketplace to see if i can get a low-cost insurance plan (since that would be better than having no insurance at all). marketplace said i might be eligible for medicaid and so my information was sent to the state.
i was going to also apply for food stamps, but i left my job so at the moment i cant apply since i don’t work, but i had told my mom that my aunt had offered to help me apply to get food stamps so i could pay for my own food since i no longer live with my mom and my grandmother refuses to buy my safe foods/brands because they aren’t “healthy enough”. my mom told me i cant apply because then it would screw her over because according to what the state knows, i still live in her house. she kicked me out in july of 2023, so i haven’t lived with her in almost a year.
my question is this, when i applied for insurance through marketplace i used the address i currently live at. since it’s getting sent to the state, could i get in trouble for fraud or anything once they discover my name is still used in another household for food stamps even though i had no idea my mom was still using me for food stamps? but also once i’m able to apply, how could i go about applying for it without raising red flags towards me if they gloss over the different addresses with the insurance application?
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i recently just lost my insurance when i turned 19 and so i applied through marketplace to see if i can get a low-cost insurance plan (since that would be better than having no insurance at all). marketplace said i might be eligible for medicaid and so my information was sent to the state.
i was going to also apply for food stamps, but i left my job so at the moment i cant apply since i don’t work, but i had told my mom that my aunt had offered to help me apply to get food stamps so i could pay for my own food since i no longer live with my mom and my grandmother refuses to buy my safe foods/brands because they aren’t “healthy enough”. my mom told me i cant apply because then it would screw her over because according to what the state knows, i still live in her house. she kicked me out in july of 2023, so i haven’t lived with her in almost a year.
my question is this, when i applied for insurance through marketplace i used the address i currently live at. since it’s getting sent to the state, could i get in trouble for fraud or anything once they discover my name is still used in another household for food stamps even though i had no idea my mom was still using me for food stamps? but also once i’m able to apply, how could i go about applying for it without raising red flags towards me if they gloss over the different addresses with the insurance application?
2024.05.14 23:35 sadphrogs I’m quitting my current internship tomorrow for a different one, any advice on how to do it nicely?
I’m pretty nervous about quitting ngl. I’m 17F and have worked at my current company for over a year now. This company sorta planned on me staying, even though I never confirmed that, so I’m worried they aren’t gonna be happy. I went through the job list the past year and I have done over 50% of them, so I’m worried they aren’t going to be able to handle me leaving? But at the same time, I feel like a company shouldn’t really be relying on the high school intern for engineering?
Anyways, my school got an email last week from this massive multi billion refinery company near me, in which they offered me an engineering internship because they saw I placed at a drafting competition at states. This job pays less than my current, especially considering my current job said they would give me another raise if I stay for the summer, but I decided it was worth doing so I could diversify a bit. It’s also just a massive company that will look good and I will learn a lot, no matter how it goes.
My plan to quit is to talk to my boss and hand him a written letter. I want to make sure to give them two weeks, but I’m still nervous they might be upset I didn’t give more of a notice? But I also didn’t know I would get this job until a few days ago. Does anybody know how to break the news lightly? My boss is pretty nice, I honestly just feel a bit bad because I currently have the most open jobs and everybody in engineering is buried, and they will be especially buried when they have to split my jobs up.
Also does anybody know how to make a good first impression for my new job? My new internship usually only offers to college graduates who are related to a person already employed, so it’s a big deal for me. My main concern is just that I don’t have as much education as the other interns. I’m pretty good at AutoCAD, but my highschool and work doesn’t use anything else so I don’t know solidworks or inventor well. Also just general knowledge I might be lacking, like higher math skills and engineering principles. I had these same stresses with my first job, and that went okay, but this job and company is 1000x bigger than that.
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Anyways, my school got an email last week from this massive multi billion refinery company near me, in which they offered me an engineering internship because they saw I placed at a drafting competition at states. This job pays less than my current, especially considering my current job said they would give me another raise if I stay for the summer, but I decided it was worth doing so I could diversify a bit. It’s also just a massive company that will look good and I will learn a lot, no matter how it goes.
My plan to quit is to talk to my boss and hand him a written letter. I want to make sure to give them two weeks, but I’m still nervous they might be upset I didn’t give more of a notice? But I also didn’t know I would get this job until a few days ago. Does anybody know how to break the news lightly? My boss is pretty nice, I honestly just feel a bit bad because I currently have the most open jobs and everybody in engineering is buried, and they will be especially buried when they have to split my jobs up.
Also does anybody know how to make a good first impression for my new job? My new internship usually only offers to college graduates who are related to a person already employed, so it’s a big deal for me. My main concern is just that I don’t have as much education as the other interns. I’m pretty good at AutoCAD, but my highschool and work doesn’t use anything else so I don’t know solidworks or inventor well. Also just general knowledge I might be lacking, like higher math skills and engineering principles. I had these same stresses with my first job, and that went okay, but this job and company is 1000x bigger than that.
2024.05.14 23:31 ephemeraII Staying in University purely for the student loan
So I need some advice on if there’s any issues with what I’m currently doing. I’m enrolled in second year of university at the moment but I haven’t submitted any assignments since December and the university also hasn’t realised that my attendance has been zero as I’ve had no emails whatsoever from them. I work full time back at home and mentally dropped out of uni a while ago, and I am currently saving to repay some debts.
I still received my student loan last April, that payment has really helped me financially and I am hoping that nothing bad will come of me having this money. My plan is to drop out of university during the summer but Im worried that they will ask for all of this money back at once rather than tax it from my current job. I had a friend who had this happen to them but he dropped out in May and I assume they asked for the money back as the uni realised he didn’t need the loan for university, so my logic is that if i wait until the term ends I can avoid this.
I know what I’m doing is probably wrong but I just need some advice from anyone who’s been in a similar situation or if you know how this whole process works.
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I still received my student loan last April, that payment has really helped me financially and I am hoping that nothing bad will come of me having this money. My plan is to drop out of university during the summer but Im worried that they will ask for all of this money back at once rather than tax it from my current job. I had a friend who had this happen to them but he dropped out in May and I assume they asked for the money back as the uni realised he didn’t need the loan for university, so my logic is that if i wait until the term ends I can avoid this.
I know what I’m doing is probably wrong but I just need some advice from anyone who’s been in a similar situation or if you know how this whole process works.
2024.05.14 23:30 Engineering_axolotl Bosch Repair Legality question
So I'm currently in the process of modelling a part from a Bosch mixer. It's normally plastic, but keeps breaking so I'm hoping to get it machined from something stronger. Is this legal though? I had trouble finding a definitive answer online. I'm not too worried either way, but I am concerned about putting the experience on a cover letter if it's not.
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2024.05.14 23:30 tryin2fitwhereforced Do I have to comply with any off boarding procedures, and signing of any documents after being "relieved of my duties" (fired) [CA]
Today was supposed to be a day off for me, mandated by a medical recommendation due to an ongoing health issue. However, despite this, I was asked to make the journey of over an hour to report to work, only to be summarily terminated upon arrival. Adding insult to injury, I had a company vehicle I was then placed in an Uber and sent home in disbelief and heartbreak. Because I needed this job more than you guys can even imagine. My employer knows why that is.
The rationale behind my relief of duty, I was told, was my alleged failure to perform my duties adequately. Admittedly, personal challenges had hindered my performance, and i was the first to take accountability for that and make it known I was aware of my shortcomings. My personal shortcomings that is. Knowing I can do better. but I had diligently fulfilled my responsibilities to the best of my ability. The only place I lacked was filling out my audits on some tracker that i was never shown how to use. But yet he washed it a certain way that was never disclosed to me. For the physical, boots on the ground part of my job always got done. My tenure with the company spanned only about 10 months. My other employment’s before lasted 12 years and 7 years. When I came on board I was hired under the explicit directive of my boss: he confided in me that he sought someone who would challenge the status quo and question any discrepancies they observed.
Primarily tasked with overseeing health and safety protocols within the construction industry, I initially accepted the position with reservations about certain practices but opted to remain silent. However, as time progressed, I grew increasingly vocal about my reservations, particularly regarding safety measures that appeared more concerned with liability coverage than genuine worker protection.
Curiously, despite my concerns, and before my termination I never received any formal warnings or assistance to address these issues, or the issues I was having due to my lack of training. My induction into the role was characterized by a distinct lack of training—barely two days to acquaint myself with the intricacies of the company's procedures. Consequently, I often found myself navigating unfamiliar territory, with my remote boss micromanaging operations from a considerable distance, frequently leaving me in the dark about critical aspects of my responsibilities. My boss is well aware of these issues. Always stated about the lack of training and how he wished he could make it down more to help out.
In the end, my employment was terminated abruptly today, and I refused to sign any paperwork presented to me. While a severance package was proffered, I declined to sign it. As I awaited my Uber ride home, I watched my boss surreptitiously slip the termination documents into my bag.
Now, I find myself contemplating my next steps. Any advice or guidance would be greatly appreciated as I navigate this challenging situation. Thank you.
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The rationale behind my relief of duty, I was told, was my alleged failure to perform my duties adequately. Admittedly, personal challenges had hindered my performance, and i was the first to take accountability for that and make it known I was aware of my shortcomings. My personal shortcomings that is. Knowing I can do better. but I had diligently fulfilled my responsibilities to the best of my ability. The only place I lacked was filling out my audits on some tracker that i was never shown how to use. But yet he washed it a certain way that was never disclosed to me. For the physical, boots on the ground part of my job always got done. My tenure with the company spanned only about 10 months. My other employment’s before lasted 12 years and 7 years. When I came on board I was hired under the explicit directive of my boss: he confided in me that he sought someone who would challenge the status quo and question any discrepancies they observed.
Primarily tasked with overseeing health and safety protocols within the construction industry, I initially accepted the position with reservations about certain practices but opted to remain silent. However, as time progressed, I grew increasingly vocal about my reservations, particularly regarding safety measures that appeared more concerned with liability coverage than genuine worker protection.
Curiously, despite my concerns, and before my termination I never received any formal warnings or assistance to address these issues, or the issues I was having due to my lack of training. My induction into the role was characterized by a distinct lack of training—barely two days to acquaint myself with the intricacies of the company's procedures. Consequently, I often found myself navigating unfamiliar territory, with my remote boss micromanaging operations from a considerable distance, frequently leaving me in the dark about critical aspects of my responsibilities. My boss is well aware of these issues. Always stated about the lack of training and how he wished he could make it down more to help out.
In the end, my employment was terminated abruptly today, and I refused to sign any paperwork presented to me. While a severance package was proffered, I declined to sign it. As I awaited my Uber ride home, I watched my boss surreptitiously slip the termination documents into my bag.
Now, I find myself contemplating my next steps. Any advice or guidance would be greatly appreciated as I navigate this challenging situation. Thank you.
2024.05.14 23:28 juliet_porter Adulting: Help with work not even 60 days into a new role
 | Hi adulting fam, submitted by juliet_porter to Adulting [link] [comments] I’m reaching out because I’ve started a new job in healthcare as a cosmetics manager. I’m working for a dermatology office that has now started their own cosmetics division. My background is events,hospitality,film,management,customer service. I’ve tossed around the idea of nursing school because I TRULY enjoy helping others, and have always been interested in skincare so when I saw the position open up it felt like a great fit because I could plan events for the company along with learning about skin,cosmetics, all while making a difference to make patients feel and look their best. In starting I was told that I would need to step in as manager for the dermatology side while the office manager on that side goes out on maternity leave. I agreed not understanding the full scope of the work that would be placed upon me. I have no medical background, I am trying to learn as quickly as I can about insurance, ordering, payroll, billing, check in/out, payments, prior authorizations, referrals on top of learning about cosmetics and executing tasks the doctor has given me. That could be creating a whole strategic plan with a SWOT analysis, SMART goals, community out reach for events, planning and executing our own events, communications with our marketing and social media team to create content for them to use on social media, ordering, learning about our products, using all new systems, creating charge codes, contacting our website development team to add things to the landing page, SEOs and much more. I feel like I haven’t mastered any piece of it yet and still carry notes around to reference things everyday. I’m not settled in my office, my office is a small closet with a desk. I use my own computer which is now out of disk storage because of all the files and webpages. I’ve been told a computer was order now I was told today it’s coming. Here’s where a big dilemma comes in to play: The doctor has asked for mandatory training that all the medical assistants be cross trained and learn the receptionist position. We have had high turnover since I’ve been there(they fired one phone representative, three receptionists, one which they just brought back) There’s one medical assistant who expressed they did not want to do it and was going to have an attitude (but they all said that because they were nervous and did great) when it was this persons week they came in with the poorest attitude, and said they told us they didn’t want to do it, forcing them to do something they don’t want to do and was going to continue with having a poor attitude. Mind you this person has been friends with the office manager since they were 14. They are now in their 30’s. On Monday of the training the MA was so rude to the office manager, Tuesday she continued to have the same poor demeanor and I even went to the front to help her at times and at the end of the shift we fist bumped and I said what are we coming with tomorrow? And they said a better attitude and smiled. This person has always acknowledged me and spoken to me up until I addressed the poor attitude on Wednesday. They were still complaining,said the training didn’t make sense and it was a whole back and forth. It escalated to the point where myself,the office manager and the doctor all had a meeting about her attitude how it was poor to the team (mostly me about the attitude) and she took offense to that because she said as long as the patients aren’t affected and she’s executing her job we are at that point not picking because we don’t like the way she’s treating management. The office manager stepped in and said taking emotion out of it you are not executing the standards doctor would like such as sounding pleasant and proper phone etiquette. I apologized that she didn’t feel seen or heard and that she expressed frustration about training (for 5 days mind you) but that it was required and yes she should go home for her attitude and she disagreed so again the office manager stepped in and I think didn’t want her to go home because she knows her financial situation and stated again these are the things you need to do and I stayed silent and they went back and forth disagreeing and then the medical assistant kept saying so are you sending me home because she doesn’t like my attitude and at that point she wasn’t even listening to anything else so the other manager said fine then go home you’re not listening. We had a management meeting that afternoon and it was said if she wasn’t her friend she would have been fired for the way she was speaking to her and myself but the doctor and other manager and myself agreed that if she could come in a with a better attitude the next day then we would move forward and let her decide her fate. She came in and basically won’t speak to me but speaks to everyone else. The doctor requested she do another week of training at the receptionist desk this week until she gets the phone etiquette sounding pleasant. She was on fire, see attached convo between her and the office manager which the office manager shared with me. Again,this all seems to be “my fault” and I’m being ignored in the workplace. I’m a very kind and sweet person I can say do not like confrontation , and have a servant leadership style where I want to help. This week the office manager has asked all the employees to direct all questions to me so I can learn and they are all still going to her and she continues to redirect and sometimes they do and majority of the time they don’t. I also planned a big event and the doctor completely scrapped it today to do something cheaper after she approved it andI’m back to square one with that and she said that money could be used for other things like the computers. at the end of the day im a kind person and im feeling really unsettled and seeing how unorganized this establishment is but i dont want to quit without a job lined up. the schedule goes out at late like 10pm on Sunday when we have to be at work at 6am Monday. every correspondence is through a text thread. can you give me some advice ive been crying and upset about what to do and how im feeling . Thank you 🫶🏽🥹🙏🏾😭🩵 |
2024.05.14 23:28 No_Loquat2759 When does my home healthcare client need someone more qualified than me?
(this is my secondary account)
I was hired through the grapevine to provide weekend independent ADL and transfer assistance, companionship, and to do some light cleaning for an older person in my community. They declined from when I initially heard about the opportunity from their partner to when I interviewed / met them, and then again from when I interviewed to when I started. (About a month, start to finish.) Currently, they're almost incapable of standing, even with a walker, frequently cry out / are disoriented / experience delirium, and cry every moment of the day unless they're eating or actively holding a conversation. Their adult children think they'll soon be bedridden. This was going to be my summer job, but my gut tells me they maybe have weeks left.
Hopefully they'll be getting a sling or something similar this week, but doing transfers makes me nervous since they're barely able to help, except by holding onto my neck. They're already getting geriatric psych care and home palliative care but they seem to be deteriorating more quickly than things like SSRIs can address.
I'm not a heath care professional, although I do have a lot of wide ranging experience caring for children (which is how I initially got on the family's radar) and am generally a responsible adult with a good work ethic. I'm willing to learn and help, but I don't want to cause harm. My main question is: at what point do I tell the family that they need someone more qualified than me? Is there even anything a professional home caregiver could do to manage the constant crying? I don't mind toileting / transfers, as long as I'm given the training, but the crying is both concerning to all of us and deeply draining for me.
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I was hired through the grapevine to provide weekend independent ADL and transfer assistance, companionship, and to do some light cleaning for an older person in my community. They declined from when I initially heard about the opportunity from their partner to when I interviewed / met them, and then again from when I interviewed to when I started. (About a month, start to finish.) Currently, they're almost incapable of standing, even with a walker, frequently cry out / are disoriented / experience delirium, and cry every moment of the day unless they're eating or actively holding a conversation. Their adult children think they'll soon be bedridden. This was going to be my summer job, but my gut tells me they maybe have weeks left.
Hopefully they'll be getting a sling or something similar this week, but doing transfers makes me nervous since they're barely able to help, except by holding onto my neck. They're already getting geriatric psych care and home palliative care but they seem to be deteriorating more quickly than things like SSRIs can address.
I'm not a heath care professional, although I do have a lot of wide ranging experience caring for children (which is how I initially got on the family's radar) and am generally a responsible adult with a good work ethic. I'm willing to learn and help, but I don't want to cause harm. My main question is: at what point do I tell the family that they need someone more qualified than me? Is there even anything a professional home caregiver could do to manage the constant crying? I don't mind toileting / transfers, as long as I'm given the training, but the crying is both concerning to all of us and deeply draining for me.
2024.05.14 23:26 joyfulchilli Tricky Job Share
My job share partner is fab but he's been through the mill lately.
I've had to remind him of things / show him how to do things and pick up work which he has left, which means that I'm working frantically to cover his side of the job share, as well as tasks which I have 'ownership' for. I'm concerned over my own performance and attention to detail, when I'm spread so thin.
I've sent an email to our lovely and understanding line manager and she said that she'll have a chat with him. I understand that she was planning to speak with him anyway due to a lack of attention to detail.
I feel awful dropping my job share partner in this, especially as he's had such a hard time (issues with living arrangements, death in the family and additional study for qualifications outside of work), but I have a number of health issues and I'm struggling to stay afloat.
I've requested a meeting with my line manager and I'm going to suggest that my job share partner and I share a full list of day-to-day tasks as well as ongoing projects to see where ownership should lie (reiterating shared ownership where needed) and go from there.
Does anyone have any advice they can share in this situation? I would be forever grateful!
Edit: some additional information- I have been at the company for much longer than my job share partner, so I appreciate that it might be tricky for him to integrate and not want to step on my toes. Saying that, however, he has some fantastic ideas to boost efficiency and manage workflow, it's just that attention to detail has never been his strong suit and now, after everything he's going through, it's taken quite a nosedive....
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I've had to remind him of things / show him how to do things and pick up work which he has left, which means that I'm working frantically to cover his side of the job share, as well as tasks which I have 'ownership' for. I'm concerned over my own performance and attention to detail, when I'm spread so thin.
I've sent an email to our lovely and understanding line manager and she said that she'll have a chat with him. I understand that she was planning to speak with him anyway due to a lack of attention to detail.
I feel awful dropping my job share partner in this, especially as he's had such a hard time (issues with living arrangements, death in the family and additional study for qualifications outside of work), but I have a number of health issues and I'm struggling to stay afloat.
I've requested a meeting with my line manager and I'm going to suggest that my job share partner and I share a full list of day-to-day tasks as well as ongoing projects to see where ownership should lie (reiterating shared ownership where needed) and go from there.
Does anyone have any advice they can share in this situation? I would be forever grateful!
Edit: some additional information- I have been at the company for much longer than my job share partner, so I appreciate that it might be tricky for him to integrate and not want to step on my toes. Saying that, however, he has some fantastic ideas to boost efficiency and manage workflow, it's just that attention to detail has never been his strong suit and now, after everything he's going through, it's taken quite a nosedive....
2024.05.14 23:26 rins-sins How to affirm my gender at work?
I'm transmasc and use he/they pronouns. I have been at my current job for about 14 months. I work in a lab/office setting. I had only been using they/them pronouns at work since I hadn't started to medically transition yet and was unable to bind my chest. (I really didn't want to have the "but you have tits" conversations). I still get misgendered all the time. But 5 months ago I started testosterone and I have been trying out trans tape to flatten my chest. I have been more vocal about people using my they/them pronouns but I'm ready use he/him pronouns at work too. How have some of y'all come out at work/ affirm your gender at work? I need some ideas because my current strategy of dressing masc, putting my pronouns on my name tag, on teams, and my email signature, along with reminding people has not worked. And if some one uses she/her for me to my face once my mustache comes in I will lose my god damn mind.
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2024.05.14 23:26 rheckber Confused about medical benefits
I recently got 10% Service Connected for Tinnitus and not approved nor service connected for hearing loss. In reading the welcome letter and my benefit letters on VA.gov it says I now have medical coverage? I signed up a few years ago for VA Health when they were doing COVID vaccines (but never got one there nor have I ever been treated at a VA facility.
The Proof of Minimal Essential Coverage Letter says:
Dear Mr. . . . :
I am pleased to confirm your enrollment in the Department of Veterans Affairs (VA) health care system. Your enrollment satisfies the requirement to have health care coverage under the Affordable Care Act, which you may know as "ACA" or "health care law".
What This Means to You
You have access to comprehensive health care services at VA facilities anywhere in the country. You can use these services even if you have Medicare, Medicaid, TRICARE, or private health insurance coverage.
There are no enrollment fees, monthly premiums, or deductibles. However, you may have to pay VA small copayments for your health care or medications.
You do not have to take any action to renew your annual enrollment status. VA will notify you if anything changes in your enrollment.
You do not need to take additional steps to meet the health care law coverage standards.
The Welcome Pamphlet also talks about priority groups and 10% SC disability being Priority Group 3 and also says
What care and services does VA health care cover?
Each Veteran’s medical benefits package is unique. Yours will include care and services to help:
Thanks for any info!
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The Proof of Minimal Essential Coverage Letter says:
Dear Mr. . . . :
I am pleased to confirm your enrollment in the Department of Veterans Affairs (VA) health care system. Your enrollment satisfies the requirement to have health care coverage under the Affordable Care Act, which you may know as "ACA" or "health care law".
What This Means to You
You have access to comprehensive health care services at VA facilities anywhere in the country. You can use these services even if you have Medicare, Medicaid, TRICARE, or private health insurance coverage.
There are no enrollment fees, monthly premiums, or deductibles. However, you may have to pay VA small copayments for your health care or medications.
You do not have to take any action to renew your annual enrollment status. VA will notify you if anything changes in your enrollment.
You do not need to take additional steps to meet the health care law coverage standards.
The Welcome Pamphlet also talks about priority groups and 10% SC disability being Priority Group 3 and also says
What care and services does VA health care cover?
Each Veteran’s medical benefits package is unique. Yours will include care and services to help:
- Treat illnesses and injuries
- Prevent future health problems
- Improve your ability to function
- Enhance your quality of life
- Your priority group, and
- The advice of your VA primary care provider (your main doctor, nurse practitioner, or physician’s assistant), and
- The medical standards for treating any health conditions you may have
Thanks for any info!
2024.05.14 23:23 ephemeraII Staying in University purely for the student loan
So I need some advice on if there’s any issues with what I’m currently doing. I’m enrolled in second year of university at the moment but I haven’t submitted any assignments since December and the university also hasn’t realised that my attendance has been zero as I’ve had no emails whatsoever from them. I work full time back at home and mentally dropped out of uni a while ago, and I am currently saving to repay some debts.
I still received my student loan last April, that payment has really helped me financially and I am hoping that nothing bad will come of me having this money. My plan is to drop out of university during the summer but Im worried that they will ask for all of this money back at once rather than tax it from my current job. I had a friend who had this happen to them but he dropped out in May and I assume they asked for the money back as the uni realised he didn’t need the loan for university, so my logic is that if i wait until the term ends I can avoid this.
I know what I’m doing is probably wrong but I just need some advice from anyone who’s been in a similar situation or if you know how this whole process works.
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I still received my student loan last April, that payment has really helped me financially and I am hoping that nothing bad will come of me having this money. My plan is to drop out of university during the summer but Im worried that they will ask for all of this money back at once rather than tax it from my current job. I had a friend who had this happen to them but he dropped out in May and I assume they asked for the money back as the uni realised he didn’t need the loan for university, so my logic is that if i wait until the term ends I can avoid this.
I know what I’m doing is probably wrong but I just need some advice from anyone who’s been in a similar situation or if you know how this whole process works.
2024.05.14 23:22 Newtsaet La Belle Tonki's Ma-Po Tofu Poutine
 | Okay, so hear me out before typing an offended response ; submitted by Newtsaet to recipescopycat [link] [comments] I live in Montreal and there's a restaurant here called la Belle Tonki that made a Ma-Po Tofu Poutine during Poutine Week (a yearly celebration of poutine in which restaurants create new, funky recipes of poutine). I think they won last year with their kimchi poutine which I didn't try, so this year I went and tried the ma-po one, being a big fan of the original sichuanese dish. It was good as far as poutine goes, but for something "ma-po", it was very disappointing. Nothing close to the classic mala taste that I was yearning for. For context, I come from Singapore and near my auntie's place there's a chinese restaurant that makes probably one of the best ma-po doufu of chinatown, if not the whole planet. Their sauce is spicy, numbing, and fragrant with huge undertones of ginger and chili bean. The La Belle Tonki ma-po tofu poutine was nowhere near close to that, tasting more like a regular, american-style ma-po laddered onto fries and cheese instsead of rice, and that was about it. So I tried to make my own version of the fusion dish myself. Here is my first try : First, knife-cut fries. The potatoes I had where small yellow baby potatoes, so I cut them in wedges instead of sticks. Boil them for 5 minutes in water, then mix with a bit of oil, salt, pepper and garlic powder and then 400F in the air-fryer for 15 minutes. Alternatively, i guess you could do 20 minutes in the oven too. Ma-po : so there's a lot of different takes on ma-po. Each chinese auntie and grandma will have her own recipe, with sligh variations. But basically, you need doubanjiang (豆瓣酱), that we find under the name pixian douban in Canada, sometimes labeled as "Chili red bean paste" or something like that. If you can, avoid the Lee Kum Kee one. it's personal preference but I don't find it as good as other brands. You also absolutely need sichuan peppercorn. I think it was missing in the Belle Tonki's recipe, which is unfortunate because I can't imagine ma-po without those. You then need ground pork, garlic and ginger. For the "poutine" side of the dish, you need cheese curds (I actually have no idea what kind of cheese it is. Here in Canada you can buy a bag of cheese curds in every convenience store, but I guess if you need a sub, then any kind of hard, white cheese could do the job), and for the gravy I actually use a mix of tahini with a reduction of beef stock. Finely chop garlic and ginger and set aside. In a pot of boiling water, add 1 tbsp of white vinegar and your tofu. Now the kind of tofu here depends on taste, but traditional (to my knowledge) are usually silken tofu or soft-medium tofu. You can cut it in cubes before the boiling too. The vinegar helps keep the tofu and prevent it from breaking, while also getting rid of the soury taste when it comes out of its water. I boil the tofu for 10 minutes on medium heat, and then strain and cover in cold water until I add it to the dish. In your wok, high heat and go in with 1 tbsp of sichuan peppercorn (or according to your own taste. I like it very peppery). when it starts to smell like heaven and the peppercorns leave behind small splatters of oil you can put in a mortar and coarsely pound. In the wok again, put 1 tbsp of neutral-tasting oil (I use peanut oil), then fry a small amount of ground pork (not really weighing my own portions since I eat alone, but my guess is it's rougly 90-110grams) until it releases its fat (around 6 minutes). Then go in with the garlic and ginger until fragrant (1-2 minutes). At this point I like to add some chinese cooking wine (shaoxing) but I guess it can be skipped if you don't have that in your pantry. When the pork is cooked (and the wine eventually reduced), push it on the side of the wok and in the fat go in with 1 tbsp of doubanjiang (careful for the splatter, the red stains might be hard to remove!) and your grounded sichuan peppercorn. Fry for half-a-minute then combine with the meat, and add 1/4 to 1/2 cup of chicken stock. Reduce, and when there's only like 1 to 2 tbsp of sauce left you can add your tofu and continue to cook for 5 minutes, at that point you can turn off the heat. Now, assembly. Get your fries in a bowl, sprinkle cheese curds on top. For the sauce/gravy, that's where I differ from the traditional poutine gravy. I put 1/2 tbsp of tahini in a bowl, along with one clove of grated garlic, a spoon of chili oil and a spoon of sesame oil, then 1/4 cup of beef bouillon (concentrated ? reduced ? I don't really know the exact name). And then 1 teaspoon of sugar and mix well. When pour your sauce onto the fries, and finish with the mapo and a lethal quantity of green onions. Et voilà! A fusion dish that actually got me very skeptic at first when I heard about it, and while it was disappointing in the restaurant as I said, it was interesting enough to make me try to copycat it. For those who went along until the end, thanks for reading and I hope this little story got you at least entertained, if not interested in trying this out for yourselves :) PS: on my picture, there's a little bit too much sauce. It drowned the mapo a bit, so next time I'll put in a bit less sauce (I actually made more than what I indicated in the recipe). Also this picture sucks. I don't know how to properly photograph food https://preview.redd.it/w6yfc28ohg0d1.jpg?width=809&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=cdee3674a2c0d2bd8aeef653e3ecc0347e14a397 PPS: also does anyone know if it's authorized to post a link to this post in montreal or other subreddits? Wanted to share this recipe with Montreal's foodie community, but because it is a copycat recipe from a restaurant I thought it fits better here first. |
2024.05.14 23:22 heartlesslydevoted2u Update: I’m crunching the numbers and I feel like I’ve been bamboozled.
Hey friends. I made a post not quite three months ago detailing that I was struggling with my finances due to some unexpected medical problems requiring hospitalization and multiple specialist visits. I’ve returned with an update, and things still aren’t looking great but they’re looking marginally better.
For those who did not read the original post, I’m 20 years old working on the kitchen staff at a local nursing home for a measly $13/hr. I dropped out of high school as a top 10-percenter due to health conditions I developed during the height of COVID, and I have not yet finished my degree (though I am actively pursuing it now and should have it by the end of June). This is the most money I’ve made in my short life. I’ve been trying to get more hours back at this job, but progress has been slow. I’m at about 25 hours a week now, but my goal is just over 30 to cover all my current bills safely.
The day I made the original post, I had been in the hospital twice in less than two weeks for one of these conditions: undiagnosed and uncontrolled seizures. A week later, I went back for the same thing. Thankfully, I’ve not been back to the hospital since, but the specialist bills have been adding up. My last hospitalization was on the 24th of February. My total amount in bills as of today, the 14th of May, is now over $2,000. I’m still expecting at least another $500 or so by the summer.
Per the advice of some commenters, I applied for foodstamps, and I was accepted. This brought my monthly debt down significantly and gave me a lot of relief. But it’s not been enough. My father has been somewhat merciful and has given me money to cover rent when my paychecks have been late, but our relationship is very rocky. I know I can’t continue to use that as a crutch for much longer. My rent is going up in July by almost the exact amount of one of the debts I will be finished paying off tomorrow. Sigh.
My monthly living expenses right now go as follows:
Rent with all utilities: 741.49 (+$20 on 7/1)
Medications: 64.28
Household goods: 25.00
Insurance: 111.55 (includes health, dental, vision)
Medical bills break down as follows:
Bill 1: 26.05/mo (finish paying 5/15)
Bill 2: 25.00/mo (until 10/27)
Bill 3: 33.34/mo (until 12/15)
Bill 4: 66.25/mo (until 12/31)
Bill 5: 130.00/mo (until 1/20/25, I will be making this a minimum payment plan today, to cut down monthly expenses even more)
I feel like until I get my GED finished and can get my health somewhat under control, I’m stuck. I’m not currently pursuing a disability case due to my age. I do not own a car, savings/retirement account, stocks, or other major assets. None of my medical bills have interest on them, and all of the payment plans are either currently minimum installments or will be by the end of the day today. I live alone in a small studio apartment and have been unsuccessful in finding roommates. My family isn’t really in the picture; I’ve been toughing it out by myself for the better part of two years now.
Am I doing the right thing? My goal is to find a position as a teller at one of the banks in town. The listings I’ve seen only require a high school degree to apply and can pay 16-17 an hour starting out. Would this be worth it? I know anything is better than what I’ve got now, but does this sound realistic? I’m just sick of the hamster wheel.
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For those who did not read the original post, I’m 20 years old working on the kitchen staff at a local nursing home for a measly $13/hr. I dropped out of high school as a top 10-percenter due to health conditions I developed during the height of COVID, and I have not yet finished my degree (though I am actively pursuing it now and should have it by the end of June). This is the most money I’ve made in my short life. I’ve been trying to get more hours back at this job, but progress has been slow. I’m at about 25 hours a week now, but my goal is just over 30 to cover all my current bills safely.
The day I made the original post, I had been in the hospital twice in less than two weeks for one of these conditions: undiagnosed and uncontrolled seizures. A week later, I went back for the same thing. Thankfully, I’ve not been back to the hospital since, but the specialist bills have been adding up. My last hospitalization was on the 24th of February. My total amount in bills as of today, the 14th of May, is now over $2,000. I’m still expecting at least another $500 or so by the summer.
Per the advice of some commenters, I applied for foodstamps, and I was accepted. This brought my monthly debt down significantly and gave me a lot of relief. But it’s not been enough. My father has been somewhat merciful and has given me money to cover rent when my paychecks have been late, but our relationship is very rocky. I know I can’t continue to use that as a crutch for much longer. My rent is going up in July by almost the exact amount of one of the debts I will be finished paying off tomorrow. Sigh.
My monthly living expenses right now go as follows:
Rent with all utilities: 741.49 (+$20 on 7/1)
Medications: 64.28
Household goods: 25.00
Insurance: 111.55 (includes health, dental, vision)
Medical bills break down as follows:
Bill 1: 26.05/mo (finish paying 5/15)
Bill 2: 25.00/mo (until 10/27)
Bill 3: 33.34/mo (until 12/15)
Bill 4: 66.25/mo (until 12/31)
Bill 5: 130.00/mo (until 1/20/25, I will be making this a minimum payment plan today, to cut down monthly expenses even more)
I feel like until I get my GED finished and can get my health somewhat under control, I’m stuck. I’m not currently pursuing a disability case due to my age. I do not own a car, savings/retirement account, stocks, or other major assets. None of my medical bills have interest on them, and all of the payment plans are either currently minimum installments or will be by the end of the day today. I live alone in a small studio apartment and have been unsuccessful in finding roommates. My family isn’t really in the picture; I’ve been toughing it out by myself for the better part of two years now.
Am I doing the right thing? My goal is to find a position as a teller at one of the banks in town. The listings I’ve seen only require a high school degree to apply and can pay 16-17 an hour starting out. Would this be worth it? I know anything is better than what I’ve got now, but does this sound realistic? I’m just sick of the hamster wheel.
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2024.05.14 23:21 riddledad INFJ (M52) Married to ENTJ (F40) - Estranged 5 years
I (M52) am married to an ENTJ (F40) and we have been estranged for the past 5 years. We talk pretty regularly since we have three (3) children, and we also still kind of live like a married couple in separate households 1,500 miles apart from each other. Long story short, I moved across country for my job 5 years ago and after I moved she decided she needed space (LOL 1500 miles I guess). When I moved, I was battling a pretty bad decade of depression and anxiety that arose from being married to a ENTJ and not understanding that affection and words of affirmation were not in her toolbox. We argued like any normal marriage, so not so bad and not so often. I guess I'll answer questions when they are asked so I don't have to type all the details.
My point is this, today my therapist asked me why we aren't divorced after 5 years (6 in September), and the truth is, I don't know. My wife had a divorce lawyer back on 2018. They filed it with the courts, and only needed my signature. I've told her an a few occasions to just give me a heads up when the time comes so I don't have to go through the "suddenness" of signing. I love her, and it's not a divorce I want. She knows this, but I have never once asked her to reconcile. I respect her decisions, and do not want to pressure her. So when my therapist asked that today, and I responded that I was not sure, she was shocked that I had never asked my wife. She immediately said, "Well does she not want the divorce?" Which again, I could not answer. The point...get to the point. Any advice on how an ENTJ thinks in this situation?
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My point is this, today my therapist asked me why we aren't divorced after 5 years (6 in September), and the truth is, I don't know. My wife had a divorce lawyer back on 2018. They filed it with the courts, and only needed my signature. I've told her an a few occasions to just give me a heads up when the time comes so I don't have to go through the "suddenness" of signing. I love her, and it's not a divorce I want. She knows this, but I have never once asked her to reconcile. I respect her decisions, and do not want to pressure her. So when my therapist asked that today, and I responded that I was not sure, she was shocked that I had never asked my wife. She immediately said, "Well does she not want the divorce?" Which again, I could not answer. The point...get to the point. Any advice on how an ENTJ thinks in this situation?
- She doesn't want to divorce and is just waiting for me to address this.
- She just hasn't gotten around to it.
- She is still trying to make up her mind.
- I'm an idiot that is allowing her to have her cake and eat it too.
2024.05.14 23:20 mcqueen415 Being the only person in office is starting to impact my mental health.
My company is remote first which is awesome. I work from home in the beginning and end of the week and go in a couple days in the middle of the week. For me it was a best of both worlds scenario. I have a reason to leave my house a couple days a week and still have a wfh benefit half the time.
I was interviewing for jobs when I was laid off and I ended up getting this one which is a much better fit for my career goals and I’m grateful for that and lucky to be working. It’s a much more relaxed work space whereas at my last company, if you weren’t overworked and in tears you weren’t working hard enough. In this economy, there aren’t many jobs available in what I want to do. It’s one of those departments that gets leaned down first when money gets tight. So overall I’m grateful.
The only issue is I’m the only person who HAS to go in. It’s optional for others but not for me. In the first two weeks it was okay because my manager was coming in on two of the days I was to work with me. Now that has stopped. We have catered lunch once a week and sometimes one or two people show up but usually that day it’s just me and the CEO. Honestly I’m itching for more work that falls under what you’d expect within my title but most of my meetings are with IT figuring out how to plug in a computer no one shows up to use, or fixing wifi that only I’m connected to. Or ordering a new piece of furniture for the office that the CEO will think makes it feel “less like an office.” And might encourage people to come in. I get here, power through the little bit of work they’ve trained me on and then basically sit in complete silence until the mail arrives, get that, deposit the checks, and then sit in silence again until someone asks me to do something or it hits 5pm.
The main problem for me is I’m someone who hates to be alone. I just enjoy the presence of other people. Even if we aren’t talking it makes me feel safe. I get very depressed when I feel alone. My roommate and I don’t need to be talking all the time, but just knowing she’s in the house is nice but she works nights. So while I don’t see her all the time we usually have breakfast and dinner together before each of us go to work and it’s just enough interaction to feel connected. I know I feel a little more badly right now because my partner and I who I imagined I would spend my life with split up on my first day. I thought throwing myself into the new company and working hard would help but there’s just not an opportunity for that. I basically am alone in office all day long and now have lost my main source of communication. I’m at an age where all my friends are married or engaged and don’t particularly make time for people outside of their relationships. It feels like a lot of my social interactions have gone from being minimal - moderate to minimal - nonexistent.
It’s been 2 months and I’ve started to realize I think they only wanted to hire someone for this position, not because they needed any real help with what I wanted to do but because they needed someone to come sit here and take up space in the office space that they rented. I feel like if they didn’t have this space I wouldn’t have a job and they’d just let my manager remain overwhelmed. In fact, someone I was on a call with today all but confirmed that. They promise to teach me more things but every new meeting just comes with ordering some more office bullshit. I feel horrible on a daily basis. I would love to work from home more but I can tell they’d just let me go if I expressed that. I feel so depressed being here by myself that I spend half the day crying. It’s been a week since another person came in. I don’t know what to do and I’m embarrassed to tell them how badly the loneliness of the office makes me feel. They can’t force the other employees to come in just because I’m sad and alone, but could they at least let me go home if it hits noon and no one has showed up? I just feel like asking anything about my current work schedule will land me back in the job market and I really can’t afford it right now.
I’m starting to feel very worthless. I can’t even really make friends here. Hell, a couple of my friends from my old company have started taking turns working from home and coming to see me for a coffee break once a week. It’s sweet but I can also tell they’re seeing me decline mentally and I feel burdensome.
I don’t know what to do and how to make myself feel better. Any advice appreciated.
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I was interviewing for jobs when I was laid off and I ended up getting this one which is a much better fit for my career goals and I’m grateful for that and lucky to be working. It’s a much more relaxed work space whereas at my last company, if you weren’t overworked and in tears you weren’t working hard enough. In this economy, there aren’t many jobs available in what I want to do. It’s one of those departments that gets leaned down first when money gets tight. So overall I’m grateful.
The only issue is I’m the only person who HAS to go in. It’s optional for others but not for me. In the first two weeks it was okay because my manager was coming in on two of the days I was to work with me. Now that has stopped. We have catered lunch once a week and sometimes one or two people show up but usually that day it’s just me and the CEO. Honestly I’m itching for more work that falls under what you’d expect within my title but most of my meetings are with IT figuring out how to plug in a computer no one shows up to use, or fixing wifi that only I’m connected to. Or ordering a new piece of furniture for the office that the CEO will think makes it feel “less like an office.” And might encourage people to come in. I get here, power through the little bit of work they’ve trained me on and then basically sit in complete silence until the mail arrives, get that, deposit the checks, and then sit in silence again until someone asks me to do something or it hits 5pm.
The main problem for me is I’m someone who hates to be alone. I just enjoy the presence of other people. Even if we aren’t talking it makes me feel safe. I get very depressed when I feel alone. My roommate and I don’t need to be talking all the time, but just knowing she’s in the house is nice but she works nights. So while I don’t see her all the time we usually have breakfast and dinner together before each of us go to work and it’s just enough interaction to feel connected. I know I feel a little more badly right now because my partner and I who I imagined I would spend my life with split up on my first day. I thought throwing myself into the new company and working hard would help but there’s just not an opportunity for that. I basically am alone in office all day long and now have lost my main source of communication. I’m at an age where all my friends are married or engaged and don’t particularly make time for people outside of their relationships. It feels like a lot of my social interactions have gone from being minimal - moderate to minimal - nonexistent.
It’s been 2 months and I’ve started to realize I think they only wanted to hire someone for this position, not because they needed any real help with what I wanted to do but because they needed someone to come sit here and take up space in the office space that they rented. I feel like if they didn’t have this space I wouldn’t have a job and they’d just let my manager remain overwhelmed. In fact, someone I was on a call with today all but confirmed that. They promise to teach me more things but every new meeting just comes with ordering some more office bullshit. I feel horrible on a daily basis. I would love to work from home more but I can tell they’d just let me go if I expressed that. I feel so depressed being here by myself that I spend half the day crying. It’s been a week since another person came in. I don’t know what to do and I’m embarrassed to tell them how badly the loneliness of the office makes me feel. They can’t force the other employees to come in just because I’m sad and alone, but could they at least let me go home if it hits noon and no one has showed up? I just feel like asking anything about my current work schedule will land me back in the job market and I really can’t afford it right now.
I’m starting to feel very worthless. I can’t even really make friends here. Hell, a couple of my friends from my old company have started taking turns working from home and coming to see me for a coffee break once a week. It’s sweet but I can also tell they’re seeing me decline mentally and I feel burdensome.
I don’t know what to do and how to make myself feel better. Any advice appreciated.
2024.05.14 23:19 akr_13 Feeling overwhelmed trying to land a job as a new grad, what should I prioitizing?
So here's a list of things I've compiled that I feel like I should be focusing on:
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- Applying to jobs
- Developing new skills (ie. learning a new language, framework, development tool, etc.)
- Working on personal projects (preferrably using one of the new skills I learnt)
- Doing a certificate or two in a topic I feel confident in
- Practicing leetcode questions to prep for interviews and to retain skills I currently have in certain languages
- Attending networking events or career fairs and workshops
- Reaching out to recruiters/connections
- Apply to non-technical jobs (to make ends meet)
2024.05.14 23:19 ThrowRA_Bike4545 My bf (26M) wants to me (26F) to move to his small town with him and the sacrifice is too much for me. What do I do?
Just some background information, me (26F) and my bf (26M) just celebrated our 5 year anniversary. He is from a remote northern Canadian town and we currently live in a city 6 ish hours away and just bought a house a year ago. I am from another province but I have family in the city and drive home 8 ish hours usually around the holidays and long weekends. He is extremely close with his family and often goes to visit at least once a month. Some more context, he works a fly in and out job so I only see him half of the year.
He has asked me to move back for years and I always told him I didn’t want to because I would be giving up everything. I finally feel happy with the life I have built in the city. I have new lasting friendships, a good relationship with my family, adventure, and hobbies (I train aerial arts). I already struggle with loneliness and depression when he’s at work as I tend to isolate myself pretty easily and have to force myself to go out, otherwise I won’t have human interaction for days at a time.
We just found out last week that is dad has cancer. His dad is his biggest role model so of course this has destroyed him. He feels guilty for not spending more time, not being there the last five years, etc. I’m doing my best to be a rock for him when he needs it, but he has left to go spend a few months with his family, which is fine because it’s what he needs the most right now, and I told him I would look after the house while he's away.
Of course now the idea of us moving there is stronger than ever, as he said it’s “a damn good reason to move back”. His dad is taking about leaving him the house, and his mom is talking about how someone will need to move in with her if something where to happen since she can’t look after everything herself (they live on a few acres of land). He has three other siblings, two of them have their own families but they all live in the town. His closest brother has mentioned that he and his fiancée are willing to move in with his mom since they are the only ones without a mortgage.
Of course I love my bf so much, and I never want to lose him and I always said he was the one and we were going to get married. I know it’s selfish, and maybe I’m an asshole, but I would be giving up EVERYTHING to move there. My family, my friends, my aerial arts, my job, everything. My family back home has repeatedly told me not to move there as it’s too remote and we’ll never be able to visit (it’s over 10 hours of driving). I’ve always been a city girl. I like going out to bars, restaurants, festivals, downtown life, having my out of town friends visit, etc. My bf has always been a country boy, grew up quadding, fishing, shooting, etc. I enjoy the country but this is not the life I would have made for myself. I’m not sure that I can be happy there, and I’m afraid of being left alone there with no support while he’s gone to work. My family would never visit and neither would my friends. I want to support him, but I’m not sure about making this sacrifice, but I don’t want to lose him either.
tl;dr bf is from small remote town and wants to move back, I don’t want to because the sacrifice is too much for me. His dad has cancer and now the pressure to move back is on.
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He has asked me to move back for years and I always told him I didn’t want to because I would be giving up everything. I finally feel happy with the life I have built in the city. I have new lasting friendships, a good relationship with my family, adventure, and hobbies (I train aerial arts). I already struggle with loneliness and depression when he’s at work as I tend to isolate myself pretty easily and have to force myself to go out, otherwise I won’t have human interaction for days at a time.
We just found out last week that is dad has cancer. His dad is his biggest role model so of course this has destroyed him. He feels guilty for not spending more time, not being there the last five years, etc. I’m doing my best to be a rock for him when he needs it, but he has left to go spend a few months with his family, which is fine because it’s what he needs the most right now, and I told him I would look after the house while he's away.
Of course now the idea of us moving there is stronger than ever, as he said it’s “a damn good reason to move back”. His dad is taking about leaving him the house, and his mom is talking about how someone will need to move in with her if something where to happen since she can’t look after everything herself (they live on a few acres of land). He has three other siblings, two of them have their own families but they all live in the town. His closest brother has mentioned that he and his fiancée are willing to move in with his mom since they are the only ones without a mortgage.
Of course I love my bf so much, and I never want to lose him and I always said he was the one and we were going to get married. I know it’s selfish, and maybe I’m an asshole, but I would be giving up EVERYTHING to move there. My family, my friends, my aerial arts, my job, everything. My family back home has repeatedly told me not to move there as it’s too remote and we’ll never be able to visit (it’s over 10 hours of driving). I’ve always been a city girl. I like going out to bars, restaurants, festivals, downtown life, having my out of town friends visit, etc. My bf has always been a country boy, grew up quadding, fishing, shooting, etc. I enjoy the country but this is not the life I would have made for myself. I’m not sure that I can be happy there, and I’m afraid of being left alone there with no support while he’s gone to work. My family would never visit and neither would my friends. I want to support him, but I’m not sure about making this sacrifice, but I don’t want to lose him either.
tl;dr bf is from small remote town and wants to move back, I don’t want to because the sacrifice is too much for me. His dad has cancer and now the pressure to move back is on.