Good lpn resume

If you're having trouble finding a job rn I would recommend using buildbook, you colab with other builders and add projects to the resume. Idk why but its only limited to .edu emails but worth a shot if you have one. Im on my third small ML project rn and its honestly a better time use than leetcode lol
http://buildbook.us/registration
Or just meet your co-founder and start a startup, good way to weed out who you're compatible w/ as well. Have seen myself in that position a few times as well. Good luck on the job search! Hope this helps.

So at the beginning of 2023 my Nfather got into a heated argument with my mother, my sister who was home at the time ran upstairs to intervine bc it was so bad, creating a worse situation in which my father took out a knife stabbed the wall and also followed her around the house until she locked herself in her room, cut his arm and smeared blood around the walls, she called the police on him. He was detained for psych evaluation for 5150, we left the house for good after that (my sister and I).
We’ve been living at my aunts ever since, my mom stayed with us for a little while and eventually moved back home to try and ease the situation (and high key she is manipulated to think she can’t afford to leave him).
I’ve been no contact with him since, but he has tried to email me and I just do not reply, no messages or anything on my birthday but as soon as it comes to something financial related he has to send me a message. Recently my car broke down and my mom told me they would help me find a new used car that’s more reliable. I felt a ton of guilt from this big purchase even though I know they have more than enough to afford it. My mom told me I should email him to thank him for helping me get this car, I understood her stance, so I broke that no contact rule.
Now since then he has emailed me more and more with links to articles and job postings talking about how I can get into ____ job and to send him my resume (I was recently laid off and still rely on him financially much to my hatred I am actively trying to find employment to get out from under him). I’ve now blocked him on email so I don’t see these as they stress me out more. All he says is how I cost him too much ($500/month is what he gives me for necessities) but that lingering feeling that I’m such a burden puts me back into fight or flight.
I’m trying to find a job but it feels impossible I’m getting no interviews back, has anyone been through anything similar?

I just want to rant so I can forget this and focus on my exams. If you have been in a similar position and can help, I would appreciate it. If not, that's also fine <3
My bf (23M) and I (23F) have been dating for almost 3 years now. When we started dating, I was a virgin and thought I was asexual (had someone kind of sexually manipulate me, it's super complicated).
We met on an online dating app when I wasn't expecting anything. I told him about my asexuality and asked if that would be a problem. He responded frankly, saying he would like to be with someone he can have sex with but would love to get to know me better. We went on a date and it was magical. I felt so connected and seen, by the end of the first date, I was clearly not asexual. I realised that I was demi-sexual but have had never really had anyone I connected with.
When we started dating, we had a really hard time with sex. It was very painful for me, sometimes so painful I would have panic attacks. We couldn't have penetrative sex for a while and that really frustrated him. Often times, when he tried to initiate, I would turn him down which made him feel dejected. He doesn't know this, but a lot of times, I would just pretend like I wanted it and help him finish. He spoke to me about how dejected he was feeling and we decided it's best for me to initiate when I'm ready.
This is the important bit, I recognised how this affects his mental health and body image so I actively worked to make him feel better. He is short and skinny, something he has been made fun of all his life. I would shower him with compliments, beg him for shirtless pictures and remind him that I prefer him for how he looks. I also worked on my sexual issues, visting the GP, trying to ease myself into penetrative sex by practising on my own and making sure I initiate regularly (even when I didn't feel it) so he didn't feel frustrated.
A couple months into our relationship, things got better. We were able to have penetrative sex, something that made both of us feel incredibly close to each other. I loved having sex with him, it made me feel so loved and connected. Even though I never finished (and he never really tried. He'd ASK if I want him to go down on me, but I struggle with body dysmorphia and would say I feel insecure. At this point, he would just shrug and say okay and not eat me out) I knew it was important for our relationship and would consistently initiate. At this point, he had completely stopped initiating.
This is when things started getting bad. At some point, he started frequently rejecting me. I didn't think too much of it at first, but it started to build up. I would order lingerie and send him nudes, but he didn't seem to care. I remember once actively performing to turn him on and he just stared at him, not touching himself or anything. I knew something was wrong, but when I tried to give him a BJ I fully realised it. He was completely soft. I started crying, I thought there was something wrong with me.
During this time, he had also started talking about the receptionist in his place. She was beautiful and our age. She had much larger breasts than me (something he admitted he liked when we first started dating, but he said he USED to like it and now he prefers my itty bitty ones) and was everything he wanted. I could tell she was flirting with him. He kept insisting she wasn't and had apparently talked about me a bunch. But I could just tell. It broke my heart every time he would replay his conversations with her to me.
With everything that was happening, I just felt like some weird BFF of his. It felt like SHE was the one he wanted and I was just a listening ear. My body issues peaked. I was counting calories and I couldn't leave the house without a ton of makeup. I felt so ugly.
We fought regularly.
He finally opened up to me and told me that he wasn't having sex with me because he had POIS, a condition where ejaculating felt like an allergic reaction to him. He would be dizzy for days and he didn't like that. His health was generally quite bad, he'd often forget meals and with the stress of uni, he was becoming super unhealthy. He asked that we stopped for a couple months to see if he would get better. He promised we would resume once he finished his dissertation and started working. I said okay.
The next couple months weren't easy. He continued to flirt with the receptionist, asking her inappropriate questions like if she would wants kids after marriage and what she would prefer on a first date (I don't know if they've discussed more, this is all he told me). I would cry myself to sleep most nights, but he didn't seem to care. I felt so distant from him, so alone even when he was right there. Eventually, I asked him to stop talking to her. He said he wouldn't but then he accidentally told me something and I realised that he had continued to talk to her. I was furious and it felt like we needed to break up. This was a couple months before he had to move out of that place. We found out that she had been referring to him as her bf behind our backs (he says he's never given her any reason to think that, but she's not a weirdo. Why would she randomly call him her bf????) and apparently he confronted her and told her that was not okay. He says he hasn't spoken to her since, but I don't really know. He said he doesn't have her socials but I really doubt that.
We somehow managed to get through those months, they were truly awful. I felt so alone but I never told anyone about my issues. Everyone thought we were the dream couple and would jokingly ask us when the wedding was. In reality, I wanted to break up with him almost daily. I felt so shit in my body, I lost a decent amount of weight and started to become scared of certain foods.
I kept telling myself things would get better once he started working and our sex life resumed. When he started working, he was living with me on most weekdays, only visting his mum on the weekends. Things didn't get better. He didn't ever initiate sex and I felt so awful. I had needs too! He would hardly compliment me. Sometimes, I would leave the door open when I showered or would change my clothes infront of him. He wouldn't even pretend to be distracted. He would continue talking to me like I'm his friend, my body reduced to some lump of clay. I began to resent him.
Especially because of hormones, every month for 7-10 days, I would be super horny and would try and seduce him. Every time I would get rejected and my body issues would peak. I talked to him about my feelings countless times, and every time he would promise to do better and promise that he loves me and finds me really attractive. He would promise that it was just his POIS and once he started taking care of his health, things would be fine again. Through the months of Sept to Dec, we had sex less than 4 times. He would say he was too stressed to work on his health, he even made his gastritis so bad he would have debilitating headaches where he wouldn't even be listening to what I was saying. It was getting awful.
In Dec, I went home. For the first time, I spoke to someone about the reality of my relationship. I told my sister how dejected I felt, and how my body issues had gotten so bad I was forcing myself to puke meals and regularly staying under 1200 calories while over-exercising. My sister was so sad, she told me I needed to break up with my bf because this was never going to stop. I told her that I don't think I will ever find someone like my bf. He and I were really good friends and I used to find him incredibly attractive. When things were good, I was ecstatic, he truly felt like my soulmate. He is a great guy. My sister kept telling me that him being a great guy wasn't enough. I deserved to be with someone who made me feel desired.
I rang my bf and tried breaking up with him. He kept asking for a second chance, saying he was feeling better and things would be fine. I went back to my place in Jan and was waiting for him to mend things like he promised. Jan was the same, no intimacy.
Around Valentines day, I lost it. I was feeling so awful in my body. I was so angry, his mother threw a tantrum last time we did something for Vday so he would always spend the day with her and we would celebrate the week after. That was fine with me, but I wanted to be asked to be his valentines. I sent him a bunch of hints, sharing reels where guys would ask their partners to be their valentines. When he hadn't asked me couple days before he left for home, I calmly told him that I wanted to be asked. He just looked at me blankly and said, "okay, do you want to be my valentines?". I said that's not what I meant, he had to plan a surprise for me, nothing fancy but it had to be intentional. He said he'd do it but he didn't. A day or two later, he left for home. I spent Vday alone, having not been asked. I was so upset and angry, all I had asked for was this one gesture to show me that I am loved and wanted. He didn't even get me flowers and chocolates. I got really angry and while I was lashing out, I brought up the fact that he said he would initiate but he still hasn't.
He said he was planning to ask before the 20th (when I had planned a late Vday treat for us). He never asked btw, when the 20th came around he said he wanted to but because I had made such a big deal about it, the surprise was gone so what's the point (this is his excuse for everything. When I ask calmly he forgets to do it and then when I get angry he doesn't it because "what's the point after you've asked"). I was hurt but I didn't bring it up again. I put on a dress he liked, did my makeup and wore some heels for our Vday play. That night, we had sex. He initiated.
I was so nervous the whole time, it was so lovely but in my head a tiny voice told me this wouldn't last. I felt so loved and wanted, but at the same time scared because I knew it wasn't going to happen again.
As expected, that was the last time we had sex. A week later, he said that his condition had worsened and he can't do this anymore. He asked me to wait two months till his private healtcare kicked in and he would get it sorted out. I told him I will wait but I want to feel cherished in the meantime. We came up with a list of non-sexual things he can do to help me out, like compliment me.
It was so awkward. Everytime he would compliment my body, it felt so off. He would say things like "your face is snatched". It felt like I had a gay bff, not a bf. To his credit, he did try. For most the part, he was consistent with the compliments even if they didn't really help me with my body image issues.
Two months passed, and he still hadn't gotten it checked out. He didn't even make the first appointment till after four months had passed. That was only because I had complained about how he wasn't even taking the initiative. I felt like he was so relieved to not have sex with me, he was "forgetting" to get it checked so he could continue to not be intimate with me. I felt so pathetic, I would have urges and would feel so ashamed. I cried a lot. I stopped changing in front of him or doing anything else where I would want him to be mesmerised by me. I felt pathetic.
Last week, he just got it checked out. I don't think he is going to be able to treat it. His GP has asked for a bloodwork. I don't think he will get it done without my nagging. I am so tired. I keep thinking about why I even want this man, I'm becoming disgusted by him. I hate to say this, but I am beginning to hate his body. He eats like crap and is now skinny fat. He hasn't worked out in three years and - thanks to all the meal-skipping - he has become so weak I'm stronger than him. He was always weak and could never lift me or anything. But now he can't even lift suitcases. He is always complaining about work, never in a good moood. I feel so drained around him. Drained and distant. When I see him naked, I just feel disgusted. And angry. I want him to know how awful it feels to be made to feel ugly and undesirable.
I think I need to break up with him. The other day, I demanded an open relationship. He gave up and said okay. I don't even want an open relationship, I am demi-sexual and can't get turned on by random people. I just want to hurt him, I want to tell him I've kissed other men and make him feel bad.
That's thing, we don't even kiss. The last time we made out was 4-5 months ago. It's that bad. He doesn't touch me, he doesn't kiss me, he doesn't even look at me longingly. When I say we have no sex, I mean nothing even sexual. He looks at me like I'm his puppy dog. That's it. I'm so done with this, I'm a reasonably attractive young woman. Men ask me out all the time. Why do I have to deal with this? What is so special about this man? A couple years ago when we dealt with my sexual issues, I still ensured that he was feeling desired and satisfied. Why doesn't my feelings and needs matter? It's been over a 1.5 years since I've felt wanted on a regular basis. He doesn't even pretend like he's struggling to not be intimate with me. How is this fair??? If we break up, he's the one that is losing. He's the short, weak, skinny man with sex issues so bad he can't even kiss his partner. He's the one that needs to try to keep me. Why am I the one begging??
I feel so angry and hurt. I want him to feel the same way. I hate that he isn't even trying to satisfy me. Okay, he can't use his thing. Why can't we makeout? Why can't he watch me in the shower? Why can't he kiss my body? Why can't he eat me out/finger me?? Why is he not struggling with this???? I don't think he wants me anymore. I feel so worthless, I don't know what to do. I feel like I've wasted the last three years. I feel pathetic. I hate myself for trying so hard to make him feel secure when I was the one struggling sexually. I wish I had let him feel shit, at least I wouldn't feel so bad now. It would just feel like this is my karma. But this isn't fair, I treated him well, why isn't he treating me well :(
NOTE: Please do NOT make this one of those TikTok / Instagram posts. My friends do not know about this and I don't ever want them to find out.

You can't afford to pay somebody to help you make a good resume. You don't have the cash. You can't afford it.
If you had a coding job, you'd have the cash. Then, you could pay somebody to help you make a good resume. But you wouldn't need a good resume because you already have a coding job.
Kind of a catch-22, right?
But you can't do it on your own, you're stuck. No cash for you, no coding job for you ... until, a few years from now, when the next good job market comes along. In a good job market, they will overlook that your bad resume and interview you, anyway.
But your bad resume can get you cash, much less cash, if you get a job working the drive thru at McDonald's. They'll hire you, even though you have a bad resume.
If you do that, you don't need to pay to have a good resume. Sure, you have to work at McDonald's instead of at a coding job. Sure, you get far less cash at McDonald's than the larger amount of cash that you'd get at a coding job.
But, at least, you saved the cash to pay somebody to help you make a good resume.
Having a bad resume is very expensive. It costs you a lot of cash. No wonder you can't afford it.
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If you want to want to fix this on a free group video call with other new coders, DM me.

Hello. In the past 5 years I was physically ill and I was pretty much bedridden and unable to work. But recently I feel like I made enough recovery where I can get back to working again. I've also depleted my savings so I desperately need any job right now.
I was actually working in a different industry prior to getting sick but I don't think I can go back into that field for various reasons so I am looking to get back in the restaurant industry since I previously had years of experience working when I was young - cook (prep/line), dishwasher, server etc.
Currently I am only applying for entry level jobs such as dishwasher or prep cook jobs. I really do not care that I have to go back to minimum wage jobs. I've accepted that my life has completely changed and I'm willing to start over and I have no complaints.
Although most of my job applications get no response, I'm still getting interviews here and there.
But the problem is when I get to the interviews. They ask me about the gap in my work history, and I always tell them the truth - that I was sick for several years so I couldn't work but now I'm fully recovered. Then they always ask what was my illness, and I politely decline to tell them my medical history and explain again that I had health issues but now I have fully recovered and I'm able to work without assistance or accommodations. And every time, I always see the vibe immediately change and I can see they become disinterested and they start ending the interview. It almost feels like they get offended that I refuse to tell them why I was sick. But I don't want to reveal the health problem I had as I don't think that's relevant (also I think it could be illegal for them to ask that?). I think what's relevant is that I am not disabled and I am recovered and can work.
For example, today I just had a phone interview and the guy asked about the gap in my resume. I told him the usual, and right then and there he changed his tone and suddenly decided to end the interview, saying "Well, we're moving on, good luck" and just abruptly hung up. I was kinda surprised and upset because I thought it was rude. And now I realize all the in-person interviews probably would've ended like that too if it was a phone interview, they just couldn't abruptly cut it off because I was sitting in front of them.
Do I have to lie at this point? I don't want to lie because I am not a good liar. But now I'm starting to think that telling them I was in prison for 5 years might actually be better than saying I was sick for 5 years.
If anyone has any advice, I would greatly appreciate it. I just need to start working again.

Hello. In the past 5 years I was physically ill and I was pretty much bedridden and unable to work. But recently I feel like I made enough recovery where I can get back to working again. I've also depleted my savings so I desperately need any job right now.
I was actually working in a different industry prior to getting sick but I don't think I can go back into that field for various reasons so I am looking to get back in the restaurant industry since I previously had years of experience working when I was young - cook (prep/line), dishwasher, server, etc.
Currently I am only applying for entry level jobs such as dishwasher or prep cook jobs. I really do not care that I have to go back to minimum wage jobs. I've accepted that my life has completely changed and I'm willing to start over and I have no complaints.
Although most of my job applications get no response, I'm still getting interviews here and there.
But the problem is when I get to the interviews. They ask me about the gap in my work history, and I always tell them the truth - that I was sick for several years so I couldn't work but now I'm fully recovered. Then they always ask what was my illness, and I politely decline to tell them my medical history and explain again that I had health issues but now I have fully recovered and I'm able to work without assistance or accommodations. And every time, I always see the vibe immediately change and I can see they become disinterested and they start ending the interview. It almost feels like they get offended that I refuse to tell them why I was sick. But I don't want to reveal the health problem I had as I don't think that's relevant (also I think it could be illegal for them to ask that?). I think what's relevant is that I am not disabled and I am recovered and can work.
For example, today I just had a phone interview and the guy asked about the gap in my resume. I told him the usual, and right then and there he changed his tone and suddenly decided to end the interview, saying "Well, we're moving on, good luck" and just abruptly hung up. I was kinda surprised and upset because I thought it was rude. And now I realize all the in-person interviews probably would've ended like that too if it was a phone interview, they just couldn't abruptly cut it off because I was sitting in front of them.
Do I have to lie at this point? I don't want to lie because I am not a good liar. But now I'm starting to think that telling them I was in prison for 5 years might actually be better than saying I was sick for 5 years.
If anyone has any advice, I would greatly appreciate it. I just need to start working again.

I've noticers, telling them all to f off, sitting on a toilet bowl and basically calling out Sharp Entertainment and it's head honchos as being a piece of you know what and MOST OF ALL....the BASHING of words to the BASHING of junkyard cards that he specifically had specific names on them and taking a bat to crush it actually is showing signs of violence and any judge would see it that way if he was to be sued. Even pulling down his pants and telling everyone to kiss it.
I wondered why they didn't put a stop to it immediately but instead, we watching him getting unhinged day, after day, after day. (Just like a toddler who wants attention, he's throwing tantrums to get noticed).
Some networks will tell you to STFU while others stay quiet watching him dig his own grave. He NEEDS TLC....TLC doesn't need him. When being hired as a contestant, they all pretty much work the same way. Depending on which show you want to be on, having 2 reality shows back to back gives him experience. Those get picked and put into a separate file while other resumes go into the no experience pile. You don't have to have experience but it does help you A LOT.
As they sift through all the paperwork, people are eliminated from each pile until it comes down to who they really want. If they are showing interest in you, they will contact you immediately to let you know (just in case another show picks you up first. If they like you, you will be given written notice of that. You will be told the rules and regulations, the good and the bad, what you can or cannot do, a criminal background check is the first and if that comes back negative, you move forward to the next pile. It eliminates those who do have criminal activity records right then and there without wasting further time. So, now you are moved up again and told that you will be vetted.
VETTED: To make a careful and critical examination of something. To investigate (someone) thoroughly, especially in order to ensure that they are suitable for a job requiring secrecy, loyalty, or trustworthiness.
They will explain every little detail of what it is to be VETTED and you certainly will know without a doubt that the job is not being offered to you just because you're being vetted. There aren't any surprises, scams, fine print, nothing that would make you think you're hired when in fact, in order to be vetted, you have to sign off on documents that allows the network to gain access to your personal records.
Your signature allows them to look at your financial records which include but are not limited to lawsuits, bad credit, bankruptcy (4X with this dude and I'm sure they thought it was wild AF). You give them all access to your social accounts because they do not want to be surprised by something you said or did from 4 years ago and it blows ups causing the network to look like an ass.
Once something is posted to social media, it lives forever in the internet world no matter how many things you've deleted or tried to hide from your account.
Then there is the reference calls.....ah, yes.....calling TLC and the powers that be to fill them in on what kind of person you really are.........YEP.......biting the hand that feeds you always comes back as KARMA.
In a nutshell, his videos, financial matters, the stealing of 20K, the drunken tirades each night. Screaming, yelling, over and over. Unhinged, drunk, mentally unstable does not create a safe work environment for others. TLC had the last laugh, I'm sure of it, and they have all the evidence to prove it and most likely all the videos as well.
As if that wasn't bad enough, talking about his "new show/channel" that he will tell his fans all about it actually broke the rule right there. He was told basically not to breathe a word about anything....that includes the hints he was giving out everyday on social media. By this time, Scott was made aware that his behavior is just not suitable and goes against their company policy. So, now he's got to figure out how to get out of this mess so he makes up a lie about being scammed. Oh boy!
The email that he posted clearly shows that he broke every rule during the vetted process. The fact that he went on to slander the network by saying they scammed him when in fact he scammed them could get him a lawsuit.
He's now a red flag and a liability to any reality show or network.
They all work in one circle so it's not like it's hard to get info from each other.
All he had to do is keep his mouth shut. He has no one to blame but himself with this outrageous behavior and then wants to pin it on us, bloggers, editors, etc.
Gossip reality news is not taken into consideration. These networks look for facts and not just some storyline that may be true or not.
So, that's all I got for you.
But, lets face it.......they're a quite a few people we all love to hate but they don't put out videos like he does. LOL
The problem was always his and his alone. His videos prove that he wasn't done with his 15 minutes. He wanted the spotlight, well now he has it.....he just doesn't know when to stop.

Hi!
I’m currently a barista and I’ve been working as one for a few cafes over the last 6 years. My basic duties were pretty much the same at each place. Take order, be nice, make drink. Well, I’m in school for advanced manufacturing or engineering technology as my school calls it. I just started but I’ve been ready to leave food and bev for a while. I found a job listing as a machine operator that does not require experience, however I do not know what the heck I should put for my job descriptions to show that I’m a good candidate. I looked at machine operator example resumes and those descriptions are all pretty technical.
Any advice on how to translate my skills for a different industry?

I just want to rant and to read other guys opinions on this whole situation and your experience. It's something that's surely bothering me and affecting my mental health for months now. I wish it wasn't, but you know, feelings are not something we can easily have control of and with this whole thing I can truly realize how fragile my mind is. I'm almost 5 months trying to deal with it, I got depressed, anxious, started taking meds, lost a lot of weight, almost 22lbs - mainly of muscle, lost drive, lost motivation to go to the gym, to study, to concentrate on college and so on. It fucked me up. There are periods there it goes up and down, but it's there almost all the time, like a basal negativity.
So, I don't know if this count as some sort of RJ, but I think it does. A quick resume:
I met my now gf last year, 02/2023. We are both 24, she never had a boyfriend before and she's also my first gf.
We had 3 dates together, had sex twice, but I had to go back to the city where I study as I'm finishing med school. I thought that it would not go anywhere because of our distance, but we kept talking to each other, she kept reaching me every few days, she would sometimes text me first, sometimes I would - basically talking about routine, hobbies, daily life. At some point, I started to develop some feelings. Still, I was afraid it would not go anywhere and that there was a chance she was seeing someone else, so I wanted to avoid getting attached and asked a girl from college out one night. She accepted, we kissed, but it didn't lead to sex and that was it. I figure it was best for me to just focus on college and later get to know the other girl in my city better to see where things would go.
She's one of the prettiest girls I've been with and her kind of personality matched mine well so I decided to give it a try when I returned to my city during vacations. 4 months later, I'm back, we spent almost a whole month together hanging out and then I ask her to be my girlfriend, she accepts. I returned to the city where I study, we decided to make the LDR thing work, as she is almost graduating from college as well. every 1~2 months we were taking flights to see each other on holidays, weekends and so on.
Everything is going great, we were happy, more emotionally conected and intimate. We went to a trip together during vacations at the end of 2023, I started the topic of previous romantic relationships, we talked about it for some time, then she asks me how many girls I hooked up with during that 4 months we were talking long distance. I tell her the truth and made the mistake to ask her back. During all that time, I knew I would not want to get into that specific and that the answer would probably affect me. She told me she just made out with one guy at a night when she went to the club with her girlfriends, but didn't like the talking and decided to not exchange contact with him. I'm certain it was all true. I bringed that on the same night, I got very upset and we talked about it one more time, about 2 months later. The projected image of this scene keeps haunting, turned into an obsession, her decision to do it: flirt and kiss another man while we were talking, the fact that during these 4 months a lot of other guys approached her, she compared me to all of them and rejected most but this one she still decided to go for a kiss, the feeling of being betrayed even when what I did was similar and even knowing we hadn't discussed exclusivity at that point. I wanted her so much, projected a future together, got so motivated for us to finally be close for good but now I'm going through this whole mental suffering about being uncertain if I will ever be able to deal with it at some point. If I break up, maybe it will happen again, maybe it won't, but what I've learn now is that for me, this is something that I gotta adress early with the women whenever I might start having feelings towards.

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

Hello!
I recently finished my last semester at my local community college. I took as many credits as possible that were available online as I work a 9-5 and cannot commit to in person classes. I am taking the next six months off and studying for the SHRM. I hope to resume and work towards my Bachelor’s at WGU after in January of 2025.
Currently I am working as a Branch Manager at an industrial based staffing company. I started here last may as a Recruiter and moved up to Branch Manager in January. Before this I never worked in any HR related position, I was in cell phone sales from 18-22. I originally applied for this role as I started school for HR and wanted something somewhat related to my degree.
I am realizing I like BOTH sales and HR. I am pretty undecided about what career path I would like to go down. My job seems to be a mix of both and I would like to keep my options open to both sets of opportunities that may come my way in the future. I plan on getting my SHRM certification no matter what asap. I am wondering if I change my major to a standard business management-business administration degree instead of the HR-business administration degree, will this limit my chances of landing a good HR job in the future? Or am I just over thinking this completely?
Thank you for any responses, this has been weighing on me a bit.

I did a play where a voice trainer spent a lot of time with me teaching me to do a Scottish accent which I didn’t know how to do at ALL at first. Well, including rehearsals, this play went on for a few months, so I spoke in this Scottish accent a lot. I could still speak in my American accent in my daily life but I switched into Scottish for the play. It really became second nature and I got really good at it.
Before this, I could do a variety of accents. They weren’t nearly professional, they were very amateur and just for fun, but I could somewhat do them and they all were distinctly different.
Now, there’s auditions coming up for a play where all the characters have British accent and I’m to perform a monologue showcasing a British accent. I’m watching videos and using online resource but it’s like my brain won’t let me speak in any other foreign accent other than Scottish! It’s making me want to bang my head against the wall, I can’t escape it or make any progress!
Anybody have any tips? I put Dialect Work on my resume because it’s true due to the last play, but now I feel like a phony because I’m a one-dialect pony.

I go to a lower tier school and I’m just beginning my 2L year. What can I do before I graduate in 2026 and take the bar that would make me a good candidate for Direct Appointment? I’m reaching for AF JAG but I’ll be ok with Navy as well. I’m still trying to find a summer internship or some experience, but what should I do coming this fall semester that can help me build my resume as a candidate? For example, mock trial, moot court, law review? Or should I try to gain as much real work experience as possible?

It's looking like I won't be doing a SWE internship this summer. While I am a little bit bummed by that, I will be taking an extra semester due to switching into CS into my junior year, so it's not the end of the world. I was wondering if anyone had any advice on what I can do to stand out in my resume the upcoming year? I genuinely feel a little intimated by what my peers have accomplished, along with their technical/software based experience as well. Besides a semester class project, the only other major things I have to my name is a study abroad experience, and an app development project for my organization. I really want to make it an effort to get a really good internship for next summer, and so I was hoping if anyone had any recommendations on what I can do to make myself standout more. I will be doing a summer program that will involve me creating an app with a team of other college students, but that's about it. Is it possible at all to get into any big named companies, or am I too late for that due to my lack of actual experience? Any advice and tips are appreciated!

I am 29, a labourer (Local 183 in Toronto, ON) with heavy equipment experience, and have been laid off for months now. I was making $43 (did an apprenticeship so wasn't always making this much) and it's difficult to find anything paying even over $30 non-union.
I know the job market is in a bit of a weird state and work is slow right now with the union too. I'm on the out of work list and have spoken to a few reps trying to find me something.
I am receiving EI (employment insurance) and basically just keeping my monthly expenses under what I'm getting. I have $6,000 in my bank account and another $4,000 in savings. I'm fine now, but this won't be sustainable forever. And because I don't have a ton of money, I don't want to spend it now and have something come up later putting myself in an uncomfortable spot.
A DZ license is $3,000 here. I don't qualify for any assistance in obtaining the license (I have tried, though the employment center did give me feedback on my resume and told me it was pretty good).
Would you spend that money to get a DZ and hopefully find a job? Do you think it's worth it or will I find myself at home with the license lol.
Obviously nobody can tell me exactly what to do, but just looking for advice from others in the industry.

So far sales had been steady but not spectacular. Jenna hoped they would pick up after the school let out. She chatted and sampled with customers, pitching her spiel about supporting their troop's efforts to earn badges. It was fun work even if tiring on her feet.
Gazing up at the cloudless sky, Jenna wondered idly if it might rain later. The forecast hadn't mentioned anything, but you never knew. A tiny speck in the distance caught her eye. She squinted, trying to make it out. It grew rapidly in size—and shape. Whatever it was, it wasn't a bird.
"Hey Jamie, do you see that?" Jenna nudged her friend, pointing. Now the other girls had turned to look as well. What had been a speck was now clearly some large, cylindrical object descending from the heavens. It shone silvery-grey in the sunlight.
"Is that...a rocket ship?" breathed Tammy.
As it neared the treetops, its design became evident. Definitely not any spacecraft Jenna had seen on the news or in movies. It was smoothly rounded on all ends, with no visible engines or fins. Eerily silent, it drifted toward an open field and settled softly on four tapering legs.
The girls stared open-mouthed, cookies momentarily forgotten. A hatch appeared in the side of the ship. Light spilled out, glowing an ethereal blue. Then towering figures emerged, moving with an inhuman grace.
Jenna caught her breath. Peering closer, she could just make out bipedal forms wrapped in loose, silvery garments. Their limbs seemed overly long and jointed in odd places. As they turned in her direction, two dark eyes set wide in hairless faces met hers. No nose or mouth was visible beneath.
"Aliens," Jamie whispered. "Actual aliens. I don't believe it."
Tammy squeaked and clung to Jenna's arm. But Jenna's mind was racing. This was an incredible opportunity, too good to pass up. She flashed the others a mischievous smile. "Come on, girls. Let's go make some sales!"
The troop fell into step behind her as she marched into the field. The creatures had paused, gazing around at their surroundings with a palpable air of curiosity and caution. As Jenna neared, they angled their expressive eyes down at the little band approaching. Up close, their skin shimmered in shades of aqua and moss green, veined with silvery networks.
The tallest one shifted its gaze between the girls, as if taking their measure. It spoke, but the sound was like rushing wind and dripping water blended into an eerie melody. Its friends chattered in response, their voices blending into a dissonant choir.
Undeterred, Jenna beamed and proudly presented her box of Thin Mints. "Cookies!" she enunciated clearly. "Would you like to buy some cookies?" To her astonishment, a glowing rectangle like a computer screen lit up on the tall one's torso. Words scrolled across it in crisp English letters.
WE DO NOT UNDERSTAND. WHAT ARE COOKIES? IT SEEMS YOU ARE SELLING SOMETHING, BUT WE HAVE NO CURRENCY OF YOUR WORLD.
Jamie leaned in to whisper, eyes shining, "They can understand us! This is so cool."
Jenna gathered her thoughts, focusing on her sales pitch despite everything unusual about the situation. "Cookies are a sweet treat made of chocolate and biscuits. They're very popular here on Earth. And all the money we earn from selling them goes towards fun trips and learning new skills as Girl Scouts. Please, won't you buy a box to help support our troop? I'm sure you'll love them!"
The aliens conferred amongst themselves, still in untranslatablespeech. Finally, the glowing display lit up again. I APOLOGIZE, BUT WE HAVE NO MEANS OF TRANSACTION. WE ARE EXPLORERS HERE IN PEACE TO STUDY YOUR WORLD. PERHAPS ANOTHER TIME WE CAN BARTER. FOR NOW, WE ONLY WISH TO LEARN.
Jenna tried to hide her disappointment. This wasn't how she'd envisioned the interaction going at all. But she had come this far, so she wasn't giving up yet. An idea bloomed in her mind. "Well, since you want to learn about us, how about a trade? We'll give you a box of cookies to try in exchange for letting our whole troop come aboard your ship for a little while. What do you say?"
The girls held their breath. This was assuredly against every safety rule. But an opportunity for an out of this world experience was too enticing to pass up. The aliens conversed quietly before responding.
VERY WELL, HUMAN CHILDREN. FOR THE SAKE OF CULTURAL EXCHANGE, WE AGREE TO YOUR TRADE. COME, WE SHALL GIVE YOU A TOUR OF OUR VESSEL.
Screeches of delight arose from the Scout troop. Jenna tried to shush them, not wanting the aliens to change their minds. But she couldn't contain her own grin of excitement and triumph. This was going to be one very memorable cookie sale!
Jenna stepped forward nervously, holding out the box of Thin Mints for the aliens to see. She did her best salesperson smile while gesturing to the colorful packaging. "Cookies!" she said again loudly and clearly.
The tallest alien leaned down, its large dark eyes fixing on the box in Jenna's hands. A long, nimble finger reached out to poke gently at the box, then drew back just as swiftly. Its companions murmured again in their strange tongue.
Frustrated not being able to communicate properly, Jenna popped open the lid so the sweet scent could waft up. She took one mint and mimed taking a bite, sighing happily and rubbing her belly. The aliens copied the sign for stomach, looking quizzical.
An idea sparked in Jenna's mind. Rummaging in her bag, she pulled out her phone and found the notepad app. Typing awkwardly with her thumbs, she showed them the words "Will you trade for this?" Arrows pointed to the cookies and to their ship.
A spark of understanding lit in the aliens' eyes as they studied the makeshift message. Their glowing display lit up in response. I APOLOGIZE, SMALL HUMAN, BUT WE HAVE NOTHING OF VALUE FROM OUR WORLD TO OFFER IN RETURN. OUR MISSION HERE IS ONE OF DISCOVERY ONLY.
"Please?" Jenna typed, giving her best pleading look. The girls clustered behind her, joining in the silent begging. But the aliens only seemed perplexed by this behavior.
Suddenly Tammy piped up, "What if we clean your ship for you? We'll dust and sweep and take out the garbage." The others stared at her, surprised by this inventive offer.
The display considered this. THAT IS A GENEROUS OFFER. HOWEVER, OUR CRAFT UTILIZES TECHNOLOGY FAR BEYOND YOUR WORLD'S CURRENT STAGE. I DOUBT YOU COULD PERFORM MAINTENANCE TO OUR STANDARDS.
At this rejection, the girls deflated with twin sounds of disappointment. But Jenna wasn't giving up yet. She furiously texted another message. "How about you give us a little tour then? We promise to be very careful and not touch anything."
The aliens conferred quietly amongst themselves for several moments. The girls held their breath, hoping their persistence was finally paying off. Then the glowing display lit up once more.
VERY WELL, SMALL HUMANS. FOR THE SAKE OF CULTURAL EXCHANGE, WE WILL ALLOW YOU A BRIEF LOOK INSIDE OUR VESSEL. BUT YOU MUST FOLLOW OUR INSTRUCTIONS CAREFULLY. OUR TECHNOLOGY COULD PROVE DANGEROUS IF MISUSED.
The Girl Scouts whooped and cheered, doing a little victory dance. Jenna grinned, popping another Thin Mint in her mouth triumphantly. "Deal! Thank you so much for this."
The tallest alien gestured gracefully with one long arm. "THIS WAY, YOUNG ONES. WE SHALL BEGIN OUR TOUR."
Clutching their cookie boxes eagerly, the girls fell into line behind the extraterrestrials. They followed them up a floating gangway into the belly of the ship.
Inside, the walls glowed with an otherworldly luminescence. Strange symbols and interfaces winked all around, totally indecipherable. The floors felt bouncy underfoot, as if made of gelatin.
"Wow," breathed Jamie. "It's so beautiful in here."
The aliens guided them through sleek corridors and compartments full of glowing tech. They pointed out living quarters, a laboratory, hydroponic gardens, and an observation deck showing the curve of the Earth.
In the cockpit, countless viewscreens displayed alien constellations and scans of their small town below. Control panels rippled like liquid mercury beneath touch.
"This is where we navigated our journey to your solar system," explained their guides. "Truly a marvel, the distances stars can be bridged.
Tammy peered out the main viewing portal. "Your ship is so fast! How did you get here from wherever you came from?"
As the explorers launched into an explanation involving hyperdrives and folded spacetime, Jenna began to lose the thread. Space travel clearly worked very differently where these beings hailed from.
Their tour lasted nearly an hour, the aliens answering every barrage of questions patiently. All too soon, it was over, and they found themselves back outside in the late afternoon sun
"Thank you so much for the amazing tour!" Jenna gushed, hugging her now-empty cookie box. "Learning about aliens is a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
The tallest being dipped its head graciously. "IT WAS OUR PLEASURE, SMALL HUMANS. YOU HAVE PROVIDED US AN INSIGHT INTO YOUR YOUNG ONES AS WELL."
Its fellows chattered in their musical language, some holding half-eaten cookies and gesturing appreciatively. Jenna beamed, glad they seemed to have enjoyed the treats.
"Will you come back to see us again?" asked Jamie hopefully.
"PERHAPS, IF OUR EXPLORATIONS BRING US BACK THIS WAY," was the reply. "BUT FOR NOW, WE MUST RESUME OUR JOURNEY AMONG THE STARS. FAREWELL, AND THANK YOU ONCE MORE FOR YOUR HOSPITALITY.
The aliens turned as one and glided back up the gangway. The rockets flared, rising gracefully into the sky until they vanished into the dusk.
The girls stood watching long after, buzzing with excited chatter about this unforgettable day. In the end, it had been the best cookie sale ever. Maybe even worth breaking a few rules...

So far sales had been steady but not spectacular. Jenna hoped they would pick up after the school let out. She chatted and sampled with customers, pitching her spiel about supporting their troop's efforts to earn badges. It was fun work even if tiring on her feet.
Gazing up at the cloudless sky, Jenna wondered idly if it might rain later. The forecast hadn't mentioned anything, but you never knew. A tiny speck in the distance caught her eye. She squinted, trying to make it out. It grew rapidly in size—and shape. Whatever it was, it wasn't a bird.
"Hey Jamie, do you see that?" Jenna nudged her friend, pointing. Now the other girls had turned to look as well. What had been a speck was now clearly some large, cylindrical object descending from the heavens. It shone silvery-grey in the sunlight.
"Is that...a rocket ship?" breathed Tammy.
As it neared the treetops, its design became evident. Definitely not any spacecraft Jenna had seen on the news or in movies. It was smoothly rounded on all ends, with no visible engines or fins. Eerily silent, it drifted toward an open field and settled softly on four tapering legs.
The girls stared open-mouthed, cookies momentarily forgotten. A hatch appeared in the side of the ship. Light spilled out, glowing an ethereal blue. Then towering figures emerged, moving with an inhuman grace.
Jenna caught her breath. Peering closer, she could just make out bipedal forms wrapped in loose, silvery garments. Their limbs seemed overly long and jointed in odd places. As they turned in her direction, two dark eyes set wide in hairless faces met hers. No nose or mouth was visible beneath.
"Aliens," Jamie whispered. "Actual aliens. I don't believe it."
Tammy squeaked and clung to Jenna's arm. But Jenna's mind was racing. This was an incredible opportunity, too good to pass up. She flashed the others a mischievous smile. "Come on, girls. Let's go make some sales!"
The troop fell into step behind her as she marched into the field. The creatures had paused, gazing around at their surroundings with a palpable air of curiosity and caution. As Jenna neared, they angled their expressive eyes down at the little band approaching. Up close, their skin shimmered in shades of aqua and moss green, veined with silvery networks.
The tallest one shifted its gaze between the girls, as if taking their measure. It spoke, but the sound was like rushing wind and dripping water blended into an eerie melody. Its friends chattered in response, their voices blending into a dissonant choir.
Undeterred, Jenna beamed and proudly presented her box of Thin Mints. "Cookies!" she enunciated clearly. "Would you like to buy some cookies?" To her astonishment, a glowing rectangle like a computer screen lit up on the tall one's torso. Words scrolled across it in crisp English letters.
WE DO NOT UNDERSTAND. WHAT ARE COOKIES? IT SEEMS YOU ARE SELLING SOMETHING, BUT WE HAVE NO CURRENCY OF YOUR WORLD.
Jamie leaned in to whisper, eyes shining, "They can understand us! This is so cool."
Jenna gathered her thoughts, focusing on her sales pitch despite everything unusual about the situation. "Cookies are a sweet treat made of chocolate and biscuits. They're very popular here on Earth. And all the money we earn from selling them goes towards fun trips and learning new skills as Girl Scouts. Please, won't you buy a box to help support our troop? I'm sure you'll love them!"
The aliens conferred amongst themselves, still in untranslatablespeech. Finally, the glowing display lit up again. I APOLOGIZE, BUT WE HAVE NO MEANS OF TRANSACTION. WE ARE EXPLORERS HERE IN PEACE TO STUDY YOUR WORLD. PERHAPS ANOTHER TIME WE CAN BARTER. FOR NOW, WE ONLY WISH TO LEARN.
Jenna tried to hide her disappointment. This wasn't how she'd envisioned the interaction going at all. But she had come this far, so she wasn't giving up yet. An idea bloomed in her mind. "Well, since you want to learn about us, how about a trade? We'll give you a box of cookies to try in exchange for letting our whole troop come aboard your ship for a little while. What do you say?"
The girls held their breath. This was assuredly against every safety rule. But an opportunity for an out of this world experience was too enticing to pass up. The aliens conversed quietly before responding.
VERY WELL, HUMAN CHILDREN. FOR THE SAKE OF CULTURAL EXCHANGE, WE AGREE TO YOUR TRADE. COME, WE SHALL GIVE YOU A TOUR OF OUR VESSEL.
Screeches of delight arose from the Scout troop. Jenna tried to shush them, not wanting the aliens to change their minds. But she couldn't contain her own grin of excitement and triumph. This was going to be one very memorable cookie sale!
Jenna stepped forward nervously, holding out the box of Thin Mints for the aliens to see. She did her best salesperson smile while gesturing to the colorful packaging. "Cookies!" she said again loudly and clearly.
The tallest alien leaned down, its large dark eyes fixing on the box in Jenna's hands. A long, nimble finger reached out to poke gently at the box, then drew back just as swiftly. Its companions murmured again in their strange tongue.
Frustrated not being able to communicate properly, Jenna popped open the lid so the sweet scent could waft up. She took one mint and mimed taking a bite, sighing happily and rubbing her belly. The aliens copied the sign for stomach, looking quizzical.
An idea sparked in Jenna's mind. Rummaging in her bag, she pulled out her phone and found the notepad app. Typing awkwardly with her thumbs, she showed them the words "Will you trade for this?" Arrows pointed to the cookies and to their ship.
A spark of understanding lit in the aliens' eyes as they studied the makeshift message. Their glowing display lit up in response. I APOLOGIZE, SMALL HUMAN, BUT WE HAVE NOTHING OF VALUE FROM OUR WORLD TO OFFER IN RETURN. OUR MISSION HERE IS ONE OF DISCOVERY ONLY.
"Please?" Jenna typed, giving her best pleading look. The girls clustered behind her, joining in the silent begging. But the aliens only seemed perplexed by this behavior.
Suddenly Tammy piped up, "What if we clean your ship for you? We'll dust and sweep and take out the garbage." The others stared at her, surprised by this inventive offer.
The display considered this. THAT IS A GENEROUS OFFER. HOWEVER, OUR CRAFT UTILIZES TECHNOLOGY FAR BEYOND YOUR WORLD'S CURRENT STAGE. I DOUBT YOU COULD PERFORM MAINTENANCE TO OUR STANDARDS.
At this rejection, the girls deflated with twin sounds of disappointment. But Jenna wasn't giving up yet. She furiously texted another message. "How about you give us a little tour then? We promise to be very careful and not touch anything."
The aliens conferred quietly amongst themselves for several moments. The girls held their breath, hoping their persistence was finally paying off. Then the glowing display lit up once more.
VERY WELL, SMALL HUMANS. FOR THE SAKE OF CULTURAL EXCHANGE, WE WILL ALLOW YOU A BRIEF LOOK INSIDE OUR VESSEL. BUT YOU MUST FOLLOW OUR INSTRUCTIONS CAREFULLY. OUR TECHNOLOGY COULD PROVE DANGEROUS IF MISUSED.
The Girl Scouts whooped and cheered, doing a little victory dance. Jenna grinned, popping another Thin Mint in her mouth triumphantly. "Deal! Thank you so much for this."
The tallest alien gestured gracefully with one long arm. "THIS WAY, YOUNG ONES. WE SHALL BEGIN OUR TOUR."
Clutching their cookie boxes eagerly, the girls fell into line behind the extraterrestrials. They followed them up a floating gangway into the belly of the ship.
Inside, the walls glowed with an otherworldly luminescence. Strange symbols and interfaces winked all around, totally indecipherable. The floors felt bouncy underfoot, as if made of gelatin.
"Wow," breathed Jamie. "It's so beautiful in here."
The aliens guided them through sleek corridors and compartments full of glowing tech. They pointed out living quarters, a laboratory, hydroponic gardens, and an observation deck showing the curve of the Earth.
In the cockpit, countless viewscreens displayed alien constellations and scans of their small town below. Control panels rippled like liquid mercury beneath touch.
"This is where we navigated our journey to your solar system," explained their guides. "Truly a marvel, the distances stars can be bridged.
Tammy peered out the main viewing portal. "Your ship is so fast! How did you get here from wherever you came from?"
As the explorers launched into an explanation involving hyperdrives and folded spacetime, Jenna began to lose the thread. Space travel clearly worked very differently where these beings hailed from.
Their tour lasted nearly an hour, the aliens answering every barrage of questions patiently. All too soon, it was over, and they found themselves back outside in the late afternoon sun
"Thank you so much for the amazing tour!" Jenna gushed, hugging her now-empty cookie box. "Learning about aliens is a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
The tallest being dipped its head graciously. "IT WAS OUR PLEASURE, SMALL HUMANS. YOU HAVE PROVIDED US AN INSIGHT INTO YOUR YOUNG ONES AS WELL."
Its fellows chattered in their musical language, some holding half-eaten cookies and gesturing appreciatively. Jenna beamed, glad they seemed to have enjoyed the treats.
"Will you come back to see us again?" asked Jamie hopefully.
"PERHAPS, IF OUR EXPLORATIONS BRING US BACK THIS WAY," was the reply. "BUT FOR NOW, WE MUST RESUME OUR JOURNEY AMONG THE STARS. FAREWELL, AND THANK YOU ONCE MORE FOR YOUR HOSPITALITY.
The aliens turned as one and glided back up the gangway. The rockets flared, rising gracefully into the sky until they vanished into the dusk.
The girls stood watching long after, buzzing with excited chatter about this unforgettable day. In the end, it had been the best cookie sale ever. Maybe even worth breaking a few rules...

I am 29, a union labourer (Local 183 in Toronto, Canada) with heavy equipment experience, and have been laid off for months now. I was making $43 (did an apprenticeship so wasn't always making this much) and it's difficult to find anything paying even over $30.
I know the job market is in a bit of a weird state and work is slow right now with the union too. I'm on the out of work list and have spoken to a few reps trying to find me something.
I am receiving EI (employment insurance) and basically just keeping my monthly expenses under what I'm getting. I have $6,000 in my bank account and another $4,000 in savings. I'm fine now, but this won't be sustainable forever. And because I don't have a ton of money, I don't want to spend it now and have something come up later putting myself in an uncomfortable spot.
A DZ license is $3,000. I don't qualify for any assistance in obtaining the license (I have tried, though the employment center did give me feedback on my resume and told me it was pretty good).
Would you spend that money to get a DZ and hopefully find a job? Do you think it's worth it or will I find myself at home with the license lol.
Obviously nobody can tell me exactly what to do, but just looking for advice from others in the industry.

Many of you are not ready for this but Jack Campbell is definitely an option. His playoff resume is actually good. Amazing, even (compared to Skinner). He has already proven he can be solid in the post season. Pickard has not started a playoff game in his career.
Last year he posted a 0.96 in relief of Skinner in 4 games (minimal sample size - but do you remember game 4 vs Kings where he came in down 1-2 in the series and down 3 goals in the game and kept us in the series? Who knows what happens if we start him games 5 and 6 in round 2.
If you look at his AHL stats this year - they were terrible after being sent down but slowly got better and better and towards the end he actually played really well.
I know, he has a 0.875 this year in a low sample size of games. True. Important to remember that this was actually better than Skinner at that point of the season and our defence was in absolute shambles. We gave up grade A after grade A and it was reflected on SV% of both goalies. The main reason it was Campbell who got sent down is that no one would claim him of waivers and it relieves some cap space.
In my eyes - Slam Campbell in there for game 5. You counter getting goalied by a 3rd string guy by bringing out your own third string guy. The math checks out. Also, what a fucking story it would be if Soup gets hot and brings us to a cup. He has it in him. He is streaky. His highs are quite high, his lows are very low. In an Oilers uniform he has experienced mostly the lows, but who’s to say that can not change?
The good thing is - he can hardly be worse than what we got so far this series (this also applies to Pickard).
Goalies our voodoo, you never know.

Just need opinions and advice. https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1LvS_qFX0ze4sULIDOQCIqIFD4W4TwFbc