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Hello,
I'm reaching out today with a heavy heart and a desperate plea for help and advice regarding my financial situation. I find myself in a deep hole of debt, totaling around £8,000, and the circumstances leading to this predicament are both heartbreaking and infuriating.
I was in a relationship with someone who turned out to be manipulative, violent, and abusive. During our time together, he not only exploited me emotionally but also financially. He racked up £5,000 worth of debt in my name without my knowledge, and on top of that, stole an additional £2,000 from me, along with valuable items like jewelry and electronics.
Discovering his addiction to cocaine and infidelity with prostitutes was a devastating blow. Despite his deceit and abuse, I found the strength to end the relationship and remove him from my life. However, the damage had been done, and I was left to deal with the aftermath.
The fear he instilled in me continues to haunt me. I'm terrified of him and the consequences of confronting him. As a result, I've shouldered the burden of paying off the debts he incurred, even though it was never my responsibility in the first place.
I'm a hardworking individual, employed full-time as a flight attendant, yet I struggle to make ends meet. The stress of managing my finances, coupled with the shame and guilt of my situation, has taken a toll on my mental health. I'm currently on medication for anxiety and depression, and the constant worry keeps me awake at night. I also feel angry at myself for everything, I was young and naive and vulnerable and stupid but that’s your early twenties for you I guess. Lesson learned :(
To make matters worse, I've also had to contend with the physical repercussions of his actions. Contracting a sexually transmitted infection due to his infidelity has resulted in ongoing medical expenses and health issues.
Despite my best efforts, it feels like I'm drowning in debt with no end in sight. The thought of spending the next four years paying off loans is daunting, and it leaves me feeling hopeless about my future. How can I ever hope to save for important milestones when I'm struggling just to stay afloat?
I'm sharing my story here in the hopes of finding some solace, guidance, and support from this community. Any advice, financial assistance, or words of encouragement would be immensely appreciated.
Thank you for taking the time to read.

Situation: Moving to another city (one I’m not able to travel to bc it’s very far away) for work and need to secure temporary housing.
The situation is — my company has an alumni directory where alumni can share housing accommodations. I contacted one previous alumni posting to rent her sublease. She sent me a lease on Rocket Lawyer that gives her personal identification, and she’s also verifiable via Google that she indeed works for the company she stated she works for.
Additionally, we Facetimed and she was very nice and gave me a lot of advice about the company I’m joining and general career advice. The lease does specify all terms of a sublease agreement and was signed through RocketLawyer, although I’m well aware subleasing isn’t technically legal in most apartments so I’m not sure how legally binding this agreement is. Though it does give her legal name and permanent address.
She’s subleasing because she’ll be traveling for two months this summer and is planning to move apartments when she returns anyways, and she said she’ll be moving her stuff out of the apartment into storage this week (the apartment will be unfurnished). It’s also a 3 month sublease that ends September 1.
However, my partner will be in the city today (very randomly) and I asked her if my partner could tour the apartment — I asked very last minute (literally today) — and she said she’s unable to because she’s currently out of town and won’t be able to let my partner in the apartment. She DID, however, say she could do a live tour on FaceTime Monday evening.
What are your thoughts? The sublease lease agreement is already signed by all parties. Should I send over the first month of rent money?

Good morning, I was hoping you could help me with some advice. My mom had to go to the hospital (US) last week for what she thought was a stroke and the cardiologist there told her they were going to give her this heart monitor and they told her it was gonna be a really small little thing that they’re putting in and it ended up being this very large, I guess about the size of a bullet implant into her chest and it’s really hurting her and it’s infected and the cardiologist is refusing to take it out.
So my mom tried going to a different ER about a week later and they told her that the only person who can take it out is the cardiologist at the first hospital.
My mom really wants to get this thing out of her chest and she can’t find anybody that will take it out.
Do you know who she can go to other than cardiologist to get this heart monitor out of her chest and get a different one put in?
My heart monitor that I got didn’t have to be implanted so I don’t understand why they even put something in there so invasive.
My mom is a very thin person and she really doesn’t have a lot of meat on her chest and it’s been hurting her this whole time.
Every morning she wakes up and it’s throbbing and she’s having panic attacks about it and she’s not sleeping and she’s sweating all night long, it’s terrible.
What’s the point of doing a heart monitor when you can’t even get a baseline because the patient is in pain constantly and having panic attacks all night?
I really wanna help her and I’m hoping you might be able to think of something that she can do to get it out and get a non-invasive one put on.

I dated this guy I met on a dating app for 9 months. We had met gone on dates a year ahead of time but I wasn't that interested then. We met again, I texted him, and we started dating. It was so great, I felt so loved and taken care of. He did everything at my pace bc it was my first relationship. I have never liked a guy enough to date, but with him, I liked him more day by day. We did some long distance, he had a trip scheduled after we started dating and when he came back, after a month, I would visit home for almost 2 months. Then, I came back and he went to work far for two weeks. After, he traveled for work again for 10 days. Although he had some jealousy problems, we always were able to talk about it and try to understand each other. We were in love and saw a future together.
After some months, he started to drink more than usual and would come back home late. He was working in another nearby city during the weeek so we would only meet weekends and once during the week. He was depressed bc of the job and it overflowed to our relationship. He always wanted to work abroad so having that frustration made it worse. Still, I always felt loved and I tried to support him too.
At some point, I went through a very hard time no job, hard time at school, moving out, etc. he stuck by me but one night we went out, I told him to plz not get drunk and he did. On the way home, I got mad abt it and he broke up with me. We slept, but I was really just crying while asking him why? I checked his instagram and he had followed a bunch of new girls. When he woke up, I confronted and he said how they meant nothing and they met at one of his friends gigs so they all shared instas. He unfollowed them. I also asked abt a girl I knew he met at one overseas job, he explained how she helped him once.
We cried, he left. I never saw him again but we texted for abt 2 months like lovers. It mostly consisted of him consoling me and us talking abt hope for the future. His reason for the breakup was that he thought I was his only happiness and he was frustrated with work and how he thought he wasnt trying enough to leave the country bc I was here. I believed him.
Fast forward, I was too depressed and would spiral in our conversations bc I didn't understand why was it necessary to break up. In the end, he let go and told me to let go of us too. I sent his stuff, blocked him on aocial media. We texted, I said to send me my stuff bc for me holding onto it meant hope. He took 2 months to send it. When he did, I told him off.
Months later, I found that he added the girl he met on that work trip to his finsta so I unblocked him and asked abt it. He denied everything and told me to find my peace but that there was nothing romantic for that girl. I asked him to block me or I would go crazy speculating. He did. We said bye. A week ago, I saw the girls insta and saw his hand. They traveled together. He traveled to see her. My heart sunk. I texted her asking abt the timeline to know if he cheated. She wanted to videocall, he was in the room. Apparently they were dating for a month and she just found out how he was talking to a girl. He and I fought verbally, he called me a stalker a and that he was happy he broke up with me bc I was so toxic. The other girl ended up breaking up with him. They still follow eachother on instagram though.
I felt lighter but I also feel this great sadness. Will I ever be able to find someone who loved me like he did when we were together? I know he didnt cheat while we were together but this girl didnt know he had a gf when they met. There is so much wrong and I know I should forget but I am afraid I wont be attracted to someone physically, emotionally and mentally like I was with him ever again. I thought we matched well, our personalities. How can the love fade away and end like this? I dont understand.

I wrote this for a writing prompt in writingprompts, but not many people will see it because the prompt is a little old. I just wanted to share. Wrote during breaks at work so forgive me if it’s a little rough around the edges.
The prompt was, “Watching the man or woman of your dreams fall in love with someone else.”
feedback appreciated
::Caitlyn::
I watched her through her kitchen window.
She stood by the sink—wine glass in her hand, gently swirling it as she looked at her phone. God, she was pretty tonight. The yellow kitchen light cast a glow upon her skin, and I swear she was the brightest thing in the room—more so even than the bulb itself. Fishnet lace snaked up her legs, red as summer wine, and her bathrobe parted just enough at the top to tease—just enough to draw your attention to it so that she could playfully scold you for looking.
It’s what she did.
I knew what she was waiting for, though. This was the first night he hadn’t shown up in over a week.
I didn’t get it. That guy—the guy who tracks muddy boots through the house, the guy that smokes cigarettes in the laundry room even when she specifically tells him not to, the guy who hasn’t touched a single dirty dish in as long as he’d been there—a dirty anything for that matter, and he’s the one she swoons for? Fucking bastard. That’s all he was. A dirty fucking bastard that didn’t deserve a woman even half as nice as my Caitlyn.
No, she didn’t get it—really, she didn’t and it made me feel kind of sorry for her. God, I mean if she only knew the things I’d do for her—the things that we have in common. We would be so happy together.
I like to read just like she does, the same genres and everything. I even picked up the book she started last week, and it’s already one of my favorites. She likes to jog; I like to jog; she likes binging shows; I like binging shows. Both of us have a horrible sweet tooth as well. I can never help but smile at the thought of that.
Now, it’s three hours past eight, which was the time that he was supposed to arrive. She’d moved to the couch and was lying on her back, letting one leg dangle to the floor. Blue light from the TV illuminated her features in the dark of the room, and it wasn’t difficult to tell that she was upset. God, I hate to see her cry.
Occasionally, she would glance over. She would peer out the window with that sad face and look in my direction. At first, I thought she was trying to see over me, to look over the hedge and into the trees behind her drive. After a few of her glances, though, I wasn’t sure anymore. I was almost convinced that she noticed me and was looking directly at me.
Maybe she needed me. Perhaps this was her way of saying, “Come get me, Richard.” And what if it was? What if this was my chance, and I missed it because I thought about it too hard? Maybe she knew I’d been out here, watching all along, for all this time. If that was the case, then she surely knew that I wouldn’t be able to resist those watery eyes.
It was time—time to be the man she needed—to finally confess my love for her, then hold her tight in my arms as she did the same.
I straightened myself—no more hiding. No more lurking in the shadows while she filled the void in her heart with all of these other worthless men. It was time she had a real man, a man who cared.
I walked to the door. For a second, I wondered if she’d left it unlocked for me. She’d done that before and pretended she was asleep whenever I made my way inside. She always did like to tease like that. I almost just opened it and walked straight in, but on second thought, I figured it might’ve been a little jarring. I decided to knock instead.
My throat felt as tight as a fist. Why was I so nervous? She loved me; I knew she did, but still, I was nervous. Sweat beaded down the side of my face like condensation. I wiped it away with my sleeve and took a deep breath. This was it. In a few moments, I’d finally have my Caitlyn. I’d finally hold her in my arms like I’d always dreamed.
I brought my fist to the door, and my stomach tightened into a knot.
Just as I was about to do it, I heard gravel crunch in the distance.
Quickly, I darted back into the safety of the shadows. I could see two bright headlights through the trees as they bounced down the dirt road.
It was him—the old Chevy Silverado with the silver toolbox in the back.
Of course, it had to be him.
He’d messed up this time, though; there was no way she’d forgive him now, not after tonight. With a smirk, I watched, wondering what kind of pitiful attempt he’d make to try and win her back this time, knowing that whatever it was wouldn’t be enough. Then he stepped out of his truck.
He was covered in black grease from head to foot and wore a mechanic uniform. He held something small in his arms, something with a bright red bow tied around its neck. It was hard to tell, but it looked like a little black lab from where I stood. Trustingly, it pressed its head against his chest and darted its eyes around the new scenery.
He walked up the porch steps. He was going to knock, but before he could, Caitlyn flung the door inward and glared at him. As much as I hated how she felt, that twisted expression of anger she shot him gave me more joy than I could’ve imagined. That joy was only fleeting, though. The man flashed a smile as he looked down at his arms, rubbing the puppy’s head. It melted the expression right off of her face.
“Oh my God!” She squealed, happily shuffling her feet as she held her arms out.
I was appalled. A puppy? A little dog and all of his sins are erased?
The two of them seemed so giddy together. They laughed and hugged and spoke in high voices to the puppy while they rubbed its head. The whole scene made me sick to my stomach if you really want to know the truth.
I don’t know how he did it—how he managed to weasel his way back into her heart and occupy the space that was so rightfully mine—truly, I didn’t. Who knows, maybe it was all an act. Perhaps it was her way of telling me, “you should’ve knocked.” And now, this was my punishment.
Maybe I should’ve. Maybe then I could’ve been the one to answer that door. A puppy wouldn’t soften my eyes, not like hers. I failed her, I know, but I will not fail her again. That is the last night he will ever come knocking on her door. I’m certain of it.

Once upon a time, my wife, lets call her Emily, an (in my Eyes) incredibly talented artist, spent her days creating Painting Videos. Each piece was a reflection of her emotions, a blend of vibrant colors and intricate details that told stories of love, loss, and everything in between. Despite her remarkable talent, Emily's artwork went largely unnoticed. I watched Emily pour her heart into every canvas, and it pained me to see her work go unrecognized. I knew the world needed to see her art, to feel the emotions she captured so beautifully. I suggested she share her paintings on Instagram, hoping it would help her reach a wider audience. Emily was hesitant at first. She was nervous about putting her work—and by extension, herself—out there for strangers to judge. But with some gentle encouragement, she finally agreed and started an Instagram account dedicated to her art. She posted her paintings along with the stories behind them, hoping to connect with people who might enjoy her work. Despite her efforts, the followers and likes came slowly. Emily felt disheartened, watching other artists with less skill gain thousands of followers effortlessly. She began to doubt her abilities and her worth as an artist. It broke my heart to see her lose confidence, so I decided to take matters into my own hands... i bought her a few followers w/o her noticing (its not cool, ik). I reached out to friends, family, and even acquaintances, urging them to follow Emily on Instagram and appreciate her artwork. I wrote heartfelt messages, sharing how much Emily's art meant to me and how it captured the beauty and pain of life in ways words never could. I told them about the countless hours she spent perfecting each piece and the passion that drove her.
If youre interested in supporting my wife and watch some relaxing coloring please have a look into "emily.color" and drop a follow if you liked that. A little interaction means everythiing to her.. thank you in advance.
I know its probably not a good idea "advertising" that here, but idk what else to do.. she lost her smile due to heavy things happened to her in life and she seem to get to smile if people recognize her paintings and it makes me happy too. I'd appreciate anyone helping me put a smile on emilys face.

Hi everyone, I am approaching the end of my master's studies in Italy, I have a couple of exams left and a thesis, but I found a full-time job. The contract is apprenticeship for 30 months, which then switches to permanent contract.
Did anybody go through the procedure of converting the residence permit from study to work directly, without first having a permit for job searching? It's a relatively new procedure, so any tips on how it is going and how long it takes would be very helpful!
Thanks a lot in advance!

So I, 23 F and my ex 25 M ended up splitting up over text message 3 months postpartum. He did so while I was at work and the same day I packed up all of mine and my sons belongings and went back to my parents house until I can get on my feet again.
His reasoning was we are damaged and he doesn’t see us getting any better or repairing things anytime soon. He says he just doesn’t have the energy to keep trying and he’s not happy but he still loves me. The back story on this is he’s cheated on me for a long time, he said he was always scared to fully commit and love with his all which always seems like projection on what he’s done to me.
We talk as if we are friends and we’ve had sex a few times but stopped because my feelings get in the way… I’m at a loss on if he will ever come back, I know I shouldn’t want him to but we do have a child together and having our family come together and be healthy and happy is all i have wanted. Just to clarify this is my first serious relationship, I do not want to come together because of our child but because I do love him. It’s almost sickening and sad how much I love him..
I’m at a loss of where he is mentally and would love advice on what the hell is going on. He always tells me if we come back to each other in the future and I don’t know what the future holds but that genuinely gives no answers! The day I left he was already on dating apps and sites. Talking to the women he’s cheated on me with and I’m just so hurt about all this…
Should I count on him never coming back? How can I gain my sense of self worth again when I have my child with me having medical issues dealing with it all alone? Will the weakness I feel ever go away? I always put on a strong face and act okay but I’m on auto pilot and worn thin. I just don’t know what my life has become??
For extra context, our child was not accidental. It was his idea to begin trying and we did so for over a year. He was very excited and happy to find out we were expecting so this is all so very strange.

We’ve been NC since September. His mother did not respect our wishes for NC, showed up at our apartment and was let in by someone who lives in the building, banged on our windows and doors and threatened to go to the court for visitation with our daughter. She bashes us on social media and talks about how young parents are the worst, I have no family values, and how my husband turned his back on his family and friends, the devil is hard at work, etc. His grandmother last time we spoke said I’m only a good “cat mom,” also said I have no values and bashed me for my parenting as well. His brother tried to get him to see him, and then we found out his brother has been talking to his best friend trying to get his best friend to talk to MIL. MIL has turned my husband’s family and friends all against us besides his best friend. They are very toxic and mental illness runs in their family. MIL parentified my husband from a young age so he has been trained to feel guilty his whole life.
Anyway, since Mother’s Day passed, he told me today that he feels guilty he didn’t reach out to his mom or grandmother, doesn’t know how many Mother’s Days his grandmother has left and he misses them. He goes through periods of time where he feels guilty for everything and mostly keeps it to himself. He has said previously he would see zero point of reaching out if our children aren’t able to see them (we have a 19 month old and have been keeping my pregnancy a secret), but understands why I do not want them to be around our children. A big part of things was boundaries and his family not respecting what we want with our daughter. I’ve told my husband for them to have a relationship with myself and our children they would all need therapy, to apologize for how they’ve treated me, respect that I am the parent and make rules not them and be ok with not being the center of attention every day. We got guilted into seeing them for every holiday to the point my parents used to get upset because we saw his family way more. For my first Mother’s Day last year (because MIL and GMIL said when I was pregnant I was almost a mom, even though they’re pro life and believe life begins at conception), my MIL was upset my husband only spent two hours with her and spent the rest the day with me. She monopolizes everything and uses GMIL as a crutch, that she doesn’t know how many holidays she has left. My parents are both in their 60s with multiple comorbidities, including my dad’s prostate cancer coming back, and have never guilted us that they could die so we need to spend time with them.
I get frustrate because my husband does make progress but then feels guilty. His family has not made any effort to apologize, his mom talks crap on Facebook about us, his mom threatened us with going to court for our child, and I see no reason for things to change. I know they’re his family but they’re awful people.

FIRST TECHNICAL INTERVIEW Today was my first technical Interview since I started job hunting and yes I feel proud of myself. I joined the call earlier enough and I was confident and prepared since it was a junior role, I didn't expect much complex stuffs 🤣.
The interviewer was in on time, shared the challange "ring!!" 🔔⏰timer was on and I had 15 minutes to get it done.
Here is my approach: 1. Think about the challenge aloud. 2. Write a Pseudocode for my solution. 3. Writing the actual solution. 4. Test my solution. 5. Refactoring for space and time complexity.
On my approach 1🤦‍♂️. The interviewer asked me to start coding, there no need for talking about the challenge since he knows the solution.
As he requested I started immediately. After a few lines I felt my mind is now upside down⬆️⬇️ 😂. Forgot what I was doing. A simple method syntax flew away 🚀😀, Luckily I was able to solve first part of the challenge and ran out of time.
I asked for one minute just to explain my approach since I have no time get it done.
The recruiters found this offensive😕 and asked me never to say that on any other Interview. As much as he confessed he didn't find it offensive, it was evident in his tone.
I had to make an apology at the end of the Interview. 😂
After the Interview It took me 10 minutes to get the challenge done 🤣🤣🤣.
Lesson learnt: As much you think aloud first, think as you do it; concurrently.
What was your first Interview experience 😁🤗?

I (21F) have just recently got an apartment with my best friend (22F) It’s an hour away from my family and an hour and a half away from my boyfriend (23M) of 3 almost 4 years. My best friend doesn’t like my boyfriend due to past issues in our relationship that we have resolved and moved past but she hasn’t, because of that she doesn’t want me to ever have my boyfriend over at our apartment it seems. The first night moving in I was gonna be here in a new city by myself due to her working a few more days in our past town which is fine, but she got upset because I invited my boyfriend to stay the night so I wasn’t alone my first night in my new apartment. I made sure by the time she was coming he had came and went but she still was upset about it telling me she’s not comfortable with him being here. Another night I had gone to his house for the day by bus bc that’s my main source of transportation but he drove me home late that night and we got back to my apartment around 9pm, I had told her I was gonna have him sleep over because he wouldn’t have made it home until at least 10:30pm and he would leave with me first thing in the morning when I work at 7am, as soon as we come in the door she asks me to come in her room leaving her door open and saying loudly how she doesn’t want him here, i reiterate it’ll only be until I leave in the morning and head off to my room for the night. I felt bad for my boyfriend because he heard everything she had said and felt bad about being there but I reassured him it’s okay and I pay for my room so I should at least be able to have a guest in there if I so please. This last weekend I decided to go to his house to visit so it wouldn’t be an issue of him coming over and her being uncomfortable, she now has a problem with the fact that I’m out of town on the weekends because she says she’s bored and lonely when I’m not around, and I feel bad she’s lonely but she’s making it so hard to be able to maintain space for my relationship and for her as my best friend, am I the asshole because I feel if I pay half (if not more bc she owes me money due to being short during the move in process) that I should be able to have my boyfriend over at least one night a week?

I have delta reserve card, platinum medallion, flying first class, have 2 guest pass tickets for the lounge.
My friend I’m flying with has a basic economy ticket, separate reservation but same flight. I didn’t think it would be an issue for him to come with me into the lounge with a basic economy ticket since I’m using my guest pass. But the gate agent said he wouldn’t be allowed in (…again, with my guest pass) if he’s basic economy.
Does that sound right? All I see regarding basic economy restrictions to lounge access is using the card, etc… whereas all the restrictions surrounding one-time guest pass access only talks about same day delta/partner flight.
Thanks.

Is I never really got involved in the community. The amount of people in this community who loved it so much, every part of it, and I was just to shy to get involved. I've been a fan since my first year of college (around 2012) and all that time I've seen fans enjoying themselves, Rtx events, extra life, AHWU updates and just didn't get involved. I dipped after everything came out about RH. I could have had many friends in the RT community, and that could still happen in its departure. And from the bottom of my heart, thank you RT, AH, FH and the rest, for making my late teens, and early 20s filled with laughter and joy.... and watching the community through the window

You are Helldiver of the Super Destroyer
With the death rate of Helldivers the ship would have to change hands to new ownership multiple times throughout the course of a mission. But we see the same 4 Super destroyers in orbit for the whole mission.
In addition the upgrades, equipment, money, inventories of the ship stay consistent to each helldiver as they complete missions.
My head canon is that each Super Destroyer is equipped with the DNA and uploaded mind of the helldiver as well as a processor that creates human bodies, spitting out a new one when needed. I think thats part of what makes Helldivers specialty troops over normal troops:
Helldivers never die.
If one of them falls, a carbon copy of it is spit out of the clone processor and shot at the planet wearing the same armor, same equipment, same name, albeit maybe with a different voice. This is why reinforcements work as they do, the ship has a set number of bodies stored on standy. This number can be upgraded with a booster, but when the numbers are depleted it takes time for them to be able to produce more for a mission.
By some weird science though, clones dont really work in duplicate. If multiple are awake at a time only one of them functions aside from basic brainstem functions like breathing. Only one of them can have your mind inside it, otherwise they might just have armies of all clones. Unfortunately thats not how the tech works, so helldivers are the solution.
Its also even questionable if the HellDivers are aware that this is how the process works. They may wake up from the pods each time with their last memory being the tutorial. When a helldiver lands it could think that its their first mission.
Or the opposite could be true. Maybe theres a livestream of their mind to the ship and they keep a consistent memory. Maybe their memory uploads to a fellow helldivers armomind for storage while they await a new body which is what spectator mode is. They can't do anything but watch from the drivers eyes.
In reality each helldiver may have died thousands of deaths, mind completely filled with vivid memories of the many times theyve been ripped apart, burned alive, thrown into rocks, or left behind to be eaten alive on a planet... only to come back to life and shoved into the frey once more.
Realistically the "Battlefield Injury Simulator" could actually have also been a DNA harvester taking the deep tissue sample needed to create more of you. The cardboard cutout bit in training was just them "hand waving" away why theres always replacements of you. You dont need to know how this works, your job is to spread democracy. Just dont get too attached because there will always be replacements.
This may also be why when we join a fellow helldiver we emerge from the pods of that ship. Our clone data is simply transmitted to the host ship and a copy is made and popped out aboard ready for launch. Reinforcements come from the individual ship of course, but the initial assault is led from whoevers leading the squadron.
Works for me why all my helldiver reinforcements are identical and why it takes time to get new ones past your initial inventory, your ship has to produce more clones of you to shoot at the planet. Were immortal helldivers firing volley after volley of cheaply produced, armed to the teeth, human bodies to spread democracy.
Fear not death Helldiver for you are immortal and belong to Super Earth... Forever!

1. Can I request the ftp abatement for 2022 tax before I pay all of the tax and interest due? Or should I pay everything off first and then make the request?
   
2. It's my first time with the penalty. I understand that I need to submit form 843 to request it. However, on the statement that I just received, it states under Removal or reduction of penalties section... "We can generally process your request for penalty removal or reduction quicker if you contact us at the number listed above..."
   

If I call them, what should I expect in that convo?
TIA!

I just did my first year at UCC and lived in a house that my dad owns with 2 friends during the college year. It is the summer now and I have to find two people to share the house with. What is the best website to use and does anyone have advice because this is my first time doing this? If anyone is interested the eir code is T12 P7E5 and my number is 089 491 2794 if you want to contact me for details.

Relativley new. In Court today and for some unknown reason the judicial officer seemed to have it in just for me. Was perfectly polite to everyone else, but when it came to me I felt they were dismissive and almost going out of their way to build rapport with the other side (that fake friendly thing people do). I don't think I asked for anything unreasonable, and I have not had this reception before. I also felt the judicial officer spoke over me several times when I was responding to something they said. Currently lying here feeling sorry for myself and replaying the experience asking myself WHY WHY WHY???
Looking for stories about the first time you as a lawyer were yelled at, wiling to engage in piling on judicial officers and their cunty attitudes, looking for a*vice on how to appear before this particular judicial officer on the next occasion and potentially recover and/or push back without being rude so they let off, and a*vice on how to tame my anxiety in the short term. Have been on edge since this happened.
Thanks friends.

When I first watched it I talked to my dad the next day and when he asked me what I thought about it I said “it was really good but I’ll probably never watch it again” and he agreed with me on that. But when I watched it last time I didn’t completely follow it so I’d honestly like to watch it again.

New to Titanicus but I'm running a knight household army and its come up a few times with varying answers. My knight porphyrion, fires 4 dice with blast 3", according to my core rules it says that I would roll 1 location dice and all hits would hit on that 1 location, but I had a local and more experienced player tell me that you roll a separate location dice per attack dice with blast, so let's say I get one hit with the center hole over the model and one hit slightly off center, I now have 3 dice total. I would roll a location for the first 2 generated from the center hole attack and a separate location roll for the other one generated from the off center hit. I can't find anywhere that explains this to be the case though, looking for a good rules explanation.

First off let me start by saying this is something I post on a friend's behalf more than my own. I was born in Miami Dade and grew up spending vacations at my extended family's houses in Coconut Grove and Kendall. However as an adult I know next to nothing about the city.
A friend of mine has rented a convertible in Miami and wants to "drive around like he's in Miami Vice". Despite this I still care about this person and want him to have a good time. What do you think are some of the more scenic stretches of road or bridges he could drive down with his wife? He'll be staying around Miami Beach, but plans to motor all around.

Over the last week, or so, I've found that whilst the webpage refreshes every 2 minutes, I click anything after an hour or 2 & the webpage reloads. Like, I've logged in for the first time. I haven't experienced it before. Previously, the webpage did its refreshing thing without reload. Webpage was fine. I think a recent update has something to do with it. Sometimes, I click on "About You" or "Submissions" - it just loads with that status bar on Chrome when clicking on something. I have the Prolific URL saved in my bookmarks bar. When I click it, that is the fix. It's not game-breaking. Perhaps an inconvience, but tiny one if that. Just a point of curiosity.