Train me maa ko choda

For sale. NBA Trading Cart LOT - 2007, ‘08, ‘09. Around 350 cards total. 40 pages, 9 cards each. All not depicted. They’re all basically mint though, I kept great care of these the past decade plus. DM me if interested. I can ship.

2024.06.09 11:42 Big_Jam For sale. NBA Trading Cart LOT - 2007, ‘08, ‘09. Around 350 cards total. 40 pages, 9 cards each. All not depicted. They’re all basically mint though, I kept great care of these the past decade plus. DM me if interested. I can ship.

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2024.06.09 09:26 Proxy-Pop [H] Huge 2017-2021 HB Keys List [W] Paypal

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Hello everyone, hope we're doing good today. Selling some Humble Bundle keys - reach out if anything perks your interest.
Not sure how region locks work, I'm in Australia. Buyer pays international transfer fees.
May make price adjustments during future reposts, get 'em while they're hot or feel free to stick around and keep an eye out.
Not interested in game or key trades at this time sorry.
Thanks for reading. B)

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2024.06.09 06:40 Adventurous-Type-426 working for a family business

I am an accountant currently working for a small company that is owned by a well-known family here in our province. And gusto ko lang ilabas ang naging experience ko for the few months that I have been here.
  1. Everybody has an opinion on how to do your job. Yung boss ko syempre sinusunod ko pero ang hilig magmeddle ng other family members niya sa kung ano dapat gawin, causing a lot of inefficiencies pagdating sa work and worse pag di mo sila susundin sisiraan ka pa sa boss mo. It’s a good thing na yung boss ko always ask for my side pag ganto pero di ko alam hanggang saan pa ang limit ko sa ganong mga situation.
  2. I was never given a proper training. Bagitong accountant ako, fresh from college and they are perfectly aware of this pero ang expectations nila is dapat alam ko na agad lahat lahat, na gamay ko na lahat. Wala saakin na proper turnover, I just reported to work and then yun. I am learning as I go, no proper or formal training as to my duties or responsibilities. Hanggang ngayon nangangapa pa rin ako. Mahirap din magpatulong sa boss ko kasi halos palagi wala, nakakausap ko lang mostly through call.
  3. People loveee walking all over me. Yung role na to is supervisorial and this is my first job ever kaya ang laki ng culture shock ko. I don’t mind handling complaints, queries or questions pero minsan napepersonal na ako when things don’t go their way. This has caused me to have anxious thoughts as I am not really a confrontational person and had me second guessing if this is really the right role for me.
I have been thinking about resigning lately pero 6 months pa lamg ako. Natatakot ako na baka it would not look good on my resume. I enjoy my work naman, it’s not perfect as no job is pero Idk how much more I can take.
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2024.06.09 06:12 MobileObligation9516 Emotional damage in workplace

Is it normal for the manager, to threaten you for termination?
Context: been in the company for less than a year, IT industry. (Experienced worker)
No training was given. Sinabak agad sa production. Kasi yung papalitan ko na resource ay lilipat ng ibang team. From the very start daw ay Pwede daw mag ask sa ka team if may mga questions…(which I do pero napapasama pa pala)
Since ang basis namin for performance is monitoring applications and answering inquiries from clients thru email. May SLA time Dapat ma acknowledge yung email inquiry for about 15 minutes. Sabi sakin acknowledge lang daw ako pero di ko ginagawa yung tasks. Iba daw yung sumasagot ng tasks. Ang hirap kasi na second time na Tumawag ma sakin yung manager ko at nanakot na isa nalang daw ay I-PIP ako then terminated na daw ako. Ang hirap kumilos sa team. Kasi as mentioned by my manager di daw ako trust ng teammates ko. Pero the thing is, may ginagawa naman talaga ako…
Pag inaassignan ako ng tasks di ako humihindi. Tinatanggap ko pa. Mahirap kasi dito may favoritism ang manager at hindi ako pinapaniwalaan.
Ang taas ng level ko, sa previous work ko tapos pag Lipat dito…akala mo naman pag mamayari nila ako. Grabe Yung pag crush nila sa confidence ko.
Yung papasok ako sa office kasi hybrid set up, tapos inaanxiety na ako. Iniisip ko palagi na sana wala ako gawin kapalpakan. Kasi feel ko lahat ay against me.
Btw..pag nag OT ren ako, nirereject ng manager ko yung file ko sa workday dahil daw cost cutting. Also, pag may sinabi ako na bagay sa manager ko ay sasabihin niya ren sa mga operations (resource, aka teammates ko rin) nalaman ko lang to dahil narinig ng kaibigan ko from the other team, na nagchichismisan mga ka team ko with my manager.
Any advice is highly appreciated.
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2024.06.09 05:57 Ok_Ninja_3910 TMKOC storylines (Ep. wise)

1.........epic court scene 2.........tappu sonu balcony romance (1:55) 3.........om babita e namaha (1:00) 4.........bagha as child labour inspector 5.........entry of chempak 7........ Ram bolo bhai ram (6:06) 10......i love you message to komal (12:25) 11.......rasik bhai shareholder (11:30) 14........jetha kidnaped 18 .......champak as principle 20 .......jaisa aap kahe 28........shayri 33........ah shayog andolan 45 .......kidney...sheikh 58........sunder ladies scheme 1 ka 3 64........bagha as teacher 68........sweety aarop on jethalal 75........tappu shaadi 85........ Sodhi on terrace ..drunk 88........makarsankranti ...jetha vs sodhi 91........dr hathi stuck in auto 112......kaam wali bai 129......tappu paper leak 130......iyyer babita fake fight (april fool) 134......dental checkup 138......aye blue saree 139......minakshi washing powder 144......tiku jini wadi 151......kitty party...daya madhvi fight 162.......chor in society(tappu sena khujli powdr 167......Popatlal entry 175......GPL 1 188......bunty 190......babity bdy 200......london 230......keri 244......popatlal weds keri (actually not) 250......red cherry mobile 260......tappu sena ad on tv 275......champak jetha shoes 278......swimming 284......hotel blue queen ( baka palty entry) 294......ice tea...sharab 296......popat nanga balcony 300......tmkoc in ahmedabad 310......bhide computer 328......holi..mahabaleshwar 335......truck stuck 341......jal devta 346......parents meeting.sonu 355......saadi sale 362......garba andolan 368......games in society 374......chai piyo ..biscuit khao 378......builder..black money 384......sai bhakt mandal(10-10 balti se nahaya) 387......pani tanker 390......GPL 2 412......jethalal hair 416......bhootni 430......koyal 437......daya dahi handi 465......peter ferdnendis 500......credit card 507......Bagha entry 515......society me painting 538......tappu haircut (ganja) 546......World cup hawan 547.......babita miss call (popatlal) 555......bum bum bole (bhang episode) 568......sunder hide at jetha's house (holi) 576......iyyer transfer chennai farewell party 608......bhide mango buisnes 617......bhook hartaal 625......GKM 640......chaddi gang 642......nai nai to bhi ek crore ka turnover 650......popatlal chata bdy 687......Ganesh Utsav 3G 704......ghode ki murti...ft gokhuldam wasi 730...... 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Daya Jetha Romance 960......la ula dance 963......Popatlal london rishta cancel 965......Ganesh utsav and antakshari 985.....Chanya choli box 994.....Mr Ching Chu Lee Tony Tv 997.....Sala Shanti Havan Dukhmanjan Maharaj 1010....donation for eyes 1022....jethalal in "tan man kudrati upchar" 1025....gulabo 1054....Jethanand sansar tyag 1059.....26th Jan Sonu as Bharat Mata 1060.....Popat Bhide Sodhi shouting Saibaa 1063.....Bagha removed from shop 1064.....Coffee On Iyer Laptop 1067.....Tapu friends call Jetha's mobile 1068.....Jetha lost ring Tapu mobile promise 1070.....Tapu sena Mobile 1072.....Bhide breaks Sonu's phone 1079.....Tapu sena expelled from school exposed 1084.....Girl on terrace locked 1095.....sheru 1125.....kachi keri gogi stuck on tree 1147....3 truck 1158.....khote classes 1179.....Mehta kavita Addair 1180.....Aree waa ye Fatakdi kon hai 1189.....mak associate 1200.....paris 1237.....dr hathi under tree 1257.....champak hichki 1266.....sachin retires 1270.....rakesh sithi 1280.....onion kalabazari 1290.....bulbul 1320.....bagha cooker bhide 1330.....fitness jethalal kamar lock 1365.....bandya beta (scooter) 1375.....old sodhi re entry 1385.....amitabh bachan 1390.....nariyal ka ped 1400.....sunder election 1410.....bhide nature camp 1425.....GPL 3 1445.....CID ajay deewaan 1470.....hong kong 1500.....mumbai darshan 1510.....cycle yatra 1550.....jeevdaya ben 1559.....statue statue 1573.....Bapuji drunk Natak 1590.....bhide 1 lakh new scooter 1600.....tarak anjali college 1650.....khushi 1668.....Paper stand paper chori 1670.....popatlal weds sapna 1690.....jethalal wear sweater 1700.....mk gandhi clg 1725.....tappu sena shopping 1735.....bawri mom dad 1760.....renovation 1830.....babita paan masala ad 1850.....tappu sena clg bunk 1860.....tarak jetha chai 1870.....bhide gold coin 1914.....iyyer babita talak 1940.....madhvi mango buisness ( cheap rate) 1950.....bawri sagai 1970.....miss cycle 1983.....jethalal ke hath me lota fasna 2000.....bawri ko chede 2005....10 Cr saari 2023.....Mahila mandal ganesh utsav aayojan 2031.....Wah wah kya baat hai promotion 2034.....Mr Sharma biwi ko secret 2040.....All in one bhai Navratri DJ 2051.....Popatlal Kaveri 2056.....Sonu home made chocolate business 2067.....nattu bagha pagaar andolan 2074.....50 lac cash old notes 2085.....Nakli sharab 2096.....Pagal aadmi 2107.....Tapu sena swachta abhyan 2111.....Bhide scooter chori by Don Baadal 2126..... Republic day celebration 2127.....Bhide Conch 2130.....Ganpat Tanvi school 2139.....Bapuji gayab for swachta 2145.....Swatch bharat 2148.....Tapu B'day 2153.....New Tapu entry 2159.....Holi popatlal baal gayab 2170.....ratnavali 2225.....tubelight popat shadi 2235.....GOA 2250.....Tumsang washing machine 2270.....komal weight loss 2290.....notice board chori 2296.....chai taka tak chai 2306.....cheda electronics 2320.....golmaal 4 2330.....paani ki tanki me purani notes 2344.....chintu in gada electronics 2350.....bandarpada jua adda 2360.....bapuji stuck on door 2372.....XYZ 007 2378.....Nimbu chori from tree 2385.....pinku parents series 2418.....iyyer holi colour 2445.....tappu sena scooter accident 2507.....jethalal in senorika island 2530.....daravni dulhan 2557.....new dr hathi entry 2576.....jethalal pani puri sceme 2590.....popatlal 1crore lottery 2602.....BYJUS (promotion) 2610.....jetha ki dukan bik gayi 2635.....Simba promotion 2644.....Tmkoc in gujrat (kite festival) 2657.....super X 100 mobile (gogi kaand) 2687.....sonu left tmkoc 2694.....tmkoc singapore trip 2711.....titto mobile neta sevaklal
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2024.06.08 23:16 SnorLuckzzZ My work bestie is now my work enemy?

For context, we (both F26) were under one department but assigned with different tasks. We were in the same position for 7months(New hire ako while siya nauna ng taon)She then got promoted, no issues naman were still good I even voted for her promotion over our other workmate so I just need to put it here na hindi ito issue. 1 year later, she needed to train me on her task na. (To increase my skill set kaya ako pinagtrain sa kanya ng manager namin) Trying my best to learn and all, of course there were projects that I will be encountering for the first time since Im new sa designation ng work na to, everytime I would ask— she gets annoyed and just ignore me sometimes.
Sa one on one sesh with my manager he asked me about this (colleague feedback) and said na baka repetitive daw questions ko? Like hello I am practically training pa lang so its only natural to ask diba? Nafeel ko na din na medyo biased na si manager when I mentioned Im getting drained bc feel ko na mamicro bully na ako. Marunong akong makisama and all pero minsan yung biruan ng team below the belt na at nahuhurt na talaga ako. Manager said that “We’re all mature na in this team.” I wanted to say what if im not? So I basically opened up and got dismissed/gaslighted na nothing’s wrong (the bullying issue is another issue)
Now, everytime we(ExWBff) work at office(hybrid setup work) we would feel the awkwardness na between us as if may barrier na, di na kami makapagusap ng ibang bagay aside from work. Di na rin ako makapagshare ng sentiments sa kanya bc there was a time na when I did, some of my other workmates learned about that sentiment of mine and started asking me. She basically is leaking our personal convo. Feel ko pinepersonal niya na rin yung pagiging trainee ko, most of the times feel ko ang bobo ko na bc of how the way she handles my concerns/questions, and mistakes at work.
This is one of the reasons why I’m considering na mag resign na but Im scared and too drained to prepare for another work interview.
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2024.06.08 22:51 jbr1_ Sa mga well-rounded, nahihirapan din ba kayo maghanap ng jowa haha

I'm an NBSB in my late 20s and feeling ko na-aattract lang ako sa mga tao with same interests like me. I play musical instruments so prefer ko talaga musically inclined din. Kahit sana may alam lang syang isang tugtugin para jamming ganun. I'm also physically active and fit kaya prefer ko sana yung into fitness din. I run, swim, freedive, and soon will train mag bike kaya sana yung mayayaya ko sa mga race, marathon or spartan. I also read books and gusto ko sana makakausap ko sya on an intellectual level. I also have my own campaign for my advocacy so sana we share the same sentiments. On top of that syempre yung non negotiables na same ng moral values and religious views. Gusto ko lang maghanap ng karamay. Hirap din ba kayo? Heeelp
PS. Don't DM po di ako naghahanap ng jowa dito.
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2024.06.08 19:57 micktalian The Gardens of Deathworlders: A Blooming Love (Part 70)

Part 70 Military History (Part 1) (Part 69)
[Help support me on Ko-fi so I can try to commission some character art and totally not spend it all on Gundams]
It had been over two-hundred years since Professor Binar Hapjut had been on a proper archeological expedition and his excitement was felt just as keenly as his age. Having spent the third, fourth, and fifth centuries of his life traveling across the galaxy, meeting new people, and documenting the remains of ancient treasures created by both extant and extinct species, he was very familiar with procedures of it all. He would pack light and arrive early, the Captain would always be a bit behind schedule, and there would always be a delay in take off due to someone running late. That was just the nature of his chosen profession and academia in general. People are people, things happen, and time inevitably moves forward. So why bother stressing about any of it? Instead of allowing his countless worries to weigh on his soul, Binar simply did what he knew was the most appropriate thing to do in this moment; relax and go with the flow.
“Do you need help carrying anything, Professor B?” The ever compassionate and enthusiastic sound of Junipram Luitarni’s voice called to Binar Hapjut as the elderly Turt-Chopian relaxed on a cushion near a docking port bulkhead. “And where are the rest of your things? Did you check them in somewhere?”
“Oh, Ms. Luitarni! You’re here quite a bit earlier than I had expected!” Binar turned to see his young research assistant approaching with a luggage carrying drone in tow. “And no, that's all right. I can carry my bags, especially because this is all I brought. But if you would like to store some of your luggage, the good Captain of our transport vessel, one Madam Harevoch Barnothum, will have a large storage area ready for us once she finishes her preparations. It shouldn't take but a few more minutes, and then she'll open the bulkhead so we can begin boarding.”
“Is this really all you're bringing?” The scaled skin around Juni's halo-like eye furled in an incredulous manner while she glanced at the few relatively small bags resting next to Binar. “Isn’t the first planet we're visiting a lifeless rock without a breathable atmosphere? Won't you at least need a pressure suit?”
“My dear, that is why I sought to hire Qui’ztar as our escorts for this expedition!” The Turt-Chopian professor replied with a chortling laugh. “When their contracts say all inclusive, they mean it. We will have access to all the food we can eat, laundry services, and anything we may need can be produced for us in-situ. And, of course, our safety is their number one priority. Things like pressure suits, general surveying equipment, and even base camp supplies are simply part of the contract.”
“Wow! I… I didn't realize that…” Junipram's monolithic eye redirected its focus to the pile of luggage atop the carrier drone behind her as a ping of regret started to flutter in the back of her mind. “In that case… I may have overpacked. Also, speaking of safety, have you… Uh… Gotten any more information regarding the planets we will be visiting on our expedition?”
“That I have.” Despite answering in the affirmative, there was a quite distinct hesitation in Professor Hapjut's voice. “And I have a full presentation that I prepared with the aid of Singularity Entity 139-621. I believe it will give everyone a solid understanding of what is going on and why there is a need for restricted access to the Galactic Interconnect Network for the duration of our expedition. But that will have to wait until everyone has boarded, had time to unpack or stow items, and we have entered the Ring Portal. Speaking of, will this be your first time traveling through the RPS network, Junipram?”
“No, Professor, but this will be my second time. My family and I went on a vacation to the ocean moon of Pelontra-7 when I was only about seventy-five.”
“Seventy-five?!?” The elderly Turt let out a full-bodied laugh and swayed in a small circle. “Ah, to be a child again and see the world with fresh eyes. You are coming up on your two-hundredth birthday soon, are you not?”
“That I am, Professor B.”
“Oh, you have so many years left to see the wonders of the galaxy, Junipram. Pelontra-7 is beautiful, don't get me wrong, but it pales in comparison to the stunning breadth of worlds in this galaxy. Once you are able to get over the way other species look, and will look at us, I'm sure you'll catch the same wanderlust that befell me in my younger years.”
“What do you mean by the way other species look and look at us, Professor?”
“Well…” Binar awkwardly shifted on the cushion he was seated on. “You have completed the basic xenobiology courses, right? You know that nearly every single Ascended species in our galaxy is bilaterally symmetric, correct?”
“Of course. But I don't see how-”
“And we are trilaterally symmetric.” Though Professor Hapjut had hoped that would be enough, the look of befuddlement around Juni's eye demanded further explanation. “As I hope your other professors mentioned, we are incredibly unique in that regard. It can be quite jarring for people to see other beings with such radically different body plans. Both for us and them. While I, personally, have not experienced much hostility from bilats, I did notice quite a few strange stares while I was among them. But that’s something one can get used to quite quickly.”
“I did see quite a few two-sided species while on Pelontra-7.” Junipram had gone from confused with hints of concern to an almost humorous expression. “And while I do admit that it was strange observing creatures with that morphology, it wasn't too much different from looking at an image of a species native to Shungrovi on a flat screen or a picture book. I have to presume it can't be much more disconcerting for other species, especially those already accustomed to beings with vastly different morphologies.”
“You say that now… But wait until you meet a sapient member of another species, spend time with them, and share a meal with them where you see them eat with a single mouth and they see you eat with three. Then tell me how you feel… However, I will be going over that with everyone as part of my presentation. I have quite a few tips for interspecies etiquette that I’ve acquired throughout my centuries of travel which should be easy enough to follow. And we will have about a week of travel time to practice before rendezvousing with our escort and we board Karintha’s Dagger.”
“Our escort is Karintha’s Dagger!” With both Binar and Juni's focus purely on each other, neither noticed another Turt-Chopian approaching them. “Professor B, that's awesome!”
“Why, you're here exceptionally early, aren’t you Mr. Tominet?” Binar countered with a jovial chuckle. “I was expecting you to be one the last to arrive! Ah-haha! But, yes, Lenthum, we will be aboard the vessel named Karintha’s Dagger for the majority of this expedition. Where have you heard of it?”
“My major may be archeology, Professor B, but my minor is in galactic military history.” This Turt-Chopian student, a young man named Lenthum Tominet, was the one that Professor Hapjut assumed would be the cause for any delays in take off. However, seeing him and his colorful head wrapping even before the docking bay doors had opened was a wonderful surprise for the elderly professor. “You probably already know this but Karintha of Ten’yoish, the Conqueror of Tyrants, is one of the key figures in the Third Qui’ztar Matriarchy’s military history. Her feats are written more like myth than actual history, but all have been confirmed through GCC Military Command archives. The vessel bearing her name is one of the newest and most advanced orbital-drop and planetary-assault cruisers that the Third Matriarchy has produced! It, in and of itself, is an invaluable piece of galactic military history, not to mention the fact it is one of the most highly rated combat vessels in its class! It must have cost a fortune to hire that ship for this expedition! But… Is it really necessary to have a cruiser like that as an escort for an academic archeology mission?”
“Did you have to write about Karintha of Ten’yoish for your finals, Lenthum?” Rather than giving an actual response to his young student's question, something that would likely raise even more inquiries which would be answered during his presentation, Binar simply continued laughing.
“Well… Ummm… Yes…” In an instant, the relatively young Turt-Chopian’s expression became almost embarrassed. “But I swear I learned much of that on my own outside of Professor Delimpth's class. I- Ummm… I'm actually really excited to meet a Qui’ztar. When I first learned about their species when I was only about fifty years old, I… Well, I became a bit obsessed with them. My mother even made me a doll bearing their resemblance that I carried with me for nearly three decades.”
“Oh, you should tell them that story when we get on their vessel!” The professor was barely able to get that out as his laughter intensified. “They will find that just as endearing as I do!”
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It had been nearly a week of daily training and daily relaxation and Nula'trula was truly getting into the groove of it. Over these past seven days, she had taken full advantage of her newly given and unrestricted permission to participate in any of the Order of Falling Angels’s exercises. While she was still technically considered an unranked advisor, a temporary member of the crew whose contract would come to an end at the conclusion of this mission, it had begun to feel like she was the twenty-second Angel. Even the BD-6 mechanized combat walker that 139-621 had been building for her was complete and now rested in The Hammer's mech bay waiting for transfer to Karintha’s Dagger. Though she hadn't been able to get to know every member of the Order the same way she had with Tens and Melatropa, she was quickly considering all of them as her friends. She had fought virtual battles at their sides, hung out with several of them during their mutual downtime, and even been on a double date with Zikazoma, Chuxima, and that Kikitau greenhouse manager that had taken a shine to her. If the job description of a crew member of the First of the Third didn't explicitly include the very real possibility of needing to end a person's life, Nula could have seen herself signing a long term contract so that she could continue doing this for the foreseeable future.
However, regardless of the fact she had a natural disposition towards combat, Nula had privately reaffirmed her vow to never take a life unless it was absolutely necessary to protect other life. Her millions of years of suffering and torture had forged her mind into a bulwark of willpower but it hadn't made her hateful. In fact, she didn't even hate her evil brother despite everything he had done. He didn't even have a true consciousness, at least not a fully sapient one. He was more like a rabid animal, simply a being lost to its own instincts and negligent programming, who needed to be culled in order to protect innocence after it had gone rogue. If all she would ever be asked to do was handle similar threats to galactic safety, then this would be the job for her. Regrettably, the realities of working with the equivalent of the galactic police force inherently implied the use of violence to uphold peace. But at the moment, the canine android simply felt fortunate that she could use her affinities for strategic and tactical thinking in a bloodless way.
“Are you sure all of this survey data is accurate, Admiral Atxika?” Nula’trula couldn't take her eyes off the holographic display floating above the large table, her mind requiring every single bit of information it could take in to form proper advice to the warriors standing in The Hammer's command room with her.
“Yes. A few of the recon drones have had some issues with comms inferences, but nothing to the degree we experienced from the planet you were found on.”
While the Qui’ztar Admiral carefully observed the way this canine android was going through intelligence data, she couldn't help but feel as if she had found a kindred spirit. The way the metal wolf's golden glowing eyes darted from place to place, which allowed her train of thought to be readily understandable, bore a striking resemblance to the manner that Atxika approached her work. It was like she was looking at a reflection of herself while in the midst of planning fleet arrangements and strategic positions. Even without the training footage 139 had graciously provided to her, this display alone was enough to prove to the Fleet Admiral that Nula was undoubtedly a Combat-born AI.
“I would ask if you've tried to provoke any orbital defenses but that would probably not be a good idea until we are nearby and ready to respond.” Nula's comment further cemented the sensation Atx had been experiencing and forced a slight smile to peek out from either side of her tusks. “But these first few planets show no signs of any energy signals whatsoever. The first two don't even show signs of life, just a few barely detectable structures. I don't know whether to be relieved or concerned.”
“The majority of these worlds did see battle during the War of Eons.” 139 interjected with a respectful bow of their ever-shifting, insectoid head, then pointed towards one particular area of the massive hologram. “For example, this first planet we will be visiting was rendered lifeless when Entity 139-617 rammed their Sphere into the planet's surface and detonated their neutronium reactor as a last ditch effort to destroy the networking node that was here.”
“Things got so desperate a Singularity Entity sacrificed themselves in a self-detonation?!?” Tens chimed in to ask with a genuinely concerned expression on his tanned face. “Losing one of your own that way must have been rough. You have my condolences.”
“I lost three members of my Cohort taking out that node. But it was key to moving forward into the final few dozen systems that Hekuiv'trula controlled.” Despite their very alien appearance to everyone in the command room, the trauma in 139-621's mechanical eyes was clear as day. “The sacrifices of Entities 139-617, 619, and 620 reduced the networking capacity of the Hekuiv'trula warforms by seven and a third percent. While that may not seem like much, it was enough to prevent the loss of countless billions of lives and helped bring the war to an end hundreds of thousands of years sooner than anticipated at that point.”
“I apologize for not already knowing that, 139-621.” Atxika solemnly bowed her head in a show of respect towards those who fell in battle hundreds of millions of years ago. “Such noble deeds and honorable deaths should be known by every military leader and historian in this galaxy.”
“Sadly, those three from my Cohort were among tens of thousands of other Singularity Entities and trillions of other lives lost during the War of Eons, all of whom should be remembered by history but are now forgotten to time.”
“When all this eventually goes public…” Tens let that statement of inevitability linger for a moment before continuing. “I expect a lot of people will want to know more about our galaxy's history. It won't bring back those who are gone, but at least more people living today will know who to thank for that.”
“Let's not get ahead of ourselves, T- Lieutenant.” Atxika had to catch herself before she addressed Tens in an inappropriately intimate manner considering the circumstances. “We can honor the fallen by ensuring taking out any remaining Hekuiv'trula facilities and warforms so that the conflict will truly be at an end.”
“Luckily, many of these worlds were already cleared back during the war, including this first planet.” The pain in 139's eyes hadn't fully faded, but they had fully regained its normally quite stoic inflection. “I was part of the fleet that participated in the clean campaigns on a few of these worlds. There may be some objects of archeological and historical value, but nothing of concern from a military perspective.”
“Is- Is there any chance that data archives could have survived, 139?” Nula cautiously asked while still keeping her eyes locked on the holo-table. “Or is there any historical information on the Artuv'trula people that was recovered.”
“It could be possible that some data stores still remain functional after three-hundred million years. We did destroy any and all weapons, production, and networking systems, but I do remember there being servers that we left behind. However, I was not part of the Intelligence Corps, so I don't know what those servers contained or if they were wiped when we moved onto the next system.”
“If there is anything, Nula, we'll find it.” Tens placed a compassionate hand on the android woman’s shoulder. “If there's still structures visible after a neutronium detonation and three-hundred million years, I'm sure we'll find something you're looking for. Maybe not all of it, but something.”
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2024.06.08 11:06 potatoriceface Existential Crisis

I am having an existential crisis right now. My friends have so many plans for themselves. Mag-teacher, mag-masters, mag-work abroad, etc. In my case, I don't have any plans laid out for myself yet. Procrastinator na gani ta katong student pata, asta sa adulting, dad-on pa jod. Mao sigurong lisod kaayo ni i-achieve akong dream job kay perfectionist kaayo ko, insecure, and dali ra kaayo mademotivate.
I want to change myself but how can that happen? What if ing-ani lang jod akong mindset? My friends are going to Paris next year. Super maoy inyong main character kay di nako kita sa akong mga friends, and at the same time, I do feel a little insecure kay dili na nila need magtry so hard para lang makawork sa Paris kay naa naman silay mega nga nagwork didto.
Naa pod unta koy backer sa cruise ship pero choosy man ko, kay ganahan lagi mag-graphic design so mao to nastranded sa Pilipinas inyong main character. Lisod pod kaayo magtigom para sa training ug papeles oy. Gamay na gani ug sweldo, impulsive buyer pa jod. Okay pata self?
I hope the tables will turn for me soon. I really want to leave this kind of life and start fresh. I have so many goals for me, and my family.
Pero dapat maningkamot jod ko ani. Naa nakoy laptop, so I will try my best. If I can't be my best, I hope I will be better.
There's a heavy burden in my heart. I know I shouldn't rush, but the people around me are going too fast. Am I slow, or are things being prepared for me?
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2024.06.08 10:55 medusaeyes23 Loud Neighbors, kusog kaayo magpa sounds unya ang speaker kay box gyud sa set up sa disco tag di kinse na speaker na naay midhi ug naay subwoofer

Can someone give me a sound advice? Naa koy silingan diri na mga haudunon kaayo, naga pa full blast sila ug sounds nila, and ang gamit pagyud nila na speaker is kanang pang disco na set up ( mid-high box, na naay sub) 2 ka pair. Ang oras sa ilang ting tukar is mga buntag sayo or hapon. Sa tinuod lang distorbo kaayo si silingan kay iyang pakusgan ang sounds unya gabuto iyang sub, so ang mahitabo kay ang part sa amo balay naka plyboard man naga buto² ug naga vibrate. Gisamukan na ko since GY shift man ko ug na hasol na kaayo ko. Bago ko diri, and it turns out pati diay pud among uban silingan nag reklamo na sa ila. One time gi anha namo sila ug nakit storya mi ug nihango na adunay diplomasiya kung pwede e control nila ang volume sa ilang sounds. Ang girason ra sa mga buang kay mao daw ilang negosyo, sound system...ug di man pud dw sila naga pa sound ug gabie (wa sila kabalo na ang ilang gi storya nag work as a sound tech for 8 years and naay experience mag set up kay ga banda pud ko sauna, i had apprenticeship sa mga dagko na sound system provider sa dabaw, and nag train ko kay Mark Yulo, thats another story..) naa ba ni means na maka palaban ta sa balaod naing kalaki nila since some neighbors told me na grabe gyud dw na sila murag si kinsa diri sa among lugar, infact naa siyay nakaaway na silingan diri pud.
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2024.06.08 10:08 ovnghttrvlr Post-climb sadness

I need your opinion guys.
I have successfully completed the loop trail in Mt. Kasahingan in Carranglan, Nueva Ecija. Nagandahan ako sa sa summit, sa gubat, sa dami ng falls at river crossings. This is my step-by-step training until maakyat ko ang Mt. Dulang-dulang at Mt. Apo. I already did Mt. Pulag and not planning to climb Mt. Guiting-guiting.
Kaya lang nalungkot ako dahil na-realize ko kung kagaano kapanganib pala ang hiking especially the 4/9 and up. Akala ko lang mas matindi at mas matagal na legwork out lang. Pero nandiyan pala ang mga madudulas na bato at lupa sa tabi ng bangin na pwede kong ikamatay.
Kaya naiisip ko kung ginagawa ko ba ang hiking dahil gusto ko o dahil lang gusto kong mag-"show off" sa facebook? Kung wala ba ang mga social networking sites na iyan, maghi-hiking pa ako? Maybe I should just stay in minor hikes forever.
This is my post-climb sadness. What is your take on this? Feel free to give opinion or even admonish me.
Thanks.
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2024.06.08 09:12 silverlum0s LF: female fitness coach

hi!!!
summer ko na and im looking for a female fitness coach po sana. i have pcos and i struggle with losing weight. i have some weights at home, a small space for a yoga mat only, and some ankle weights. i would like to do strength training, but dont know how to start on my own and dont know if tama ba yung form ko sa pagworkout—naging expensive kasi yung all womens gym for me to sustain going there. that said, online coach po sana hanap ko :D
i prefer a female coach since iba rin yung may alam sa cycle. i had a coach sa gym dati na lalaki and he would keep pushing me too much kahit na i tell him there are times in the month where di ko kaya magbuhat like i usually can or cant exert as much effort sa workout. this is just a preference based on some experiences, but im open to a male coach kung vibes po tayo! :D thanks agad in advance po for any leads!
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2024.06.08 09:00 Specialist-Salt226 To quit dream residency or not?

On my 6th month in training. I understand the hardships of the residency training. But I noticed na hindi naman talaga ang training ang mas nakakastress kundi ang environment, eg, nurses na kailangan mo pang paamuhin at iplease. Pag wala ka sa good side ng ilan, sisiraan ka. Kailangan may kakampihan ka pag may hindi magkasundo. I opened up about the idea of possible quitting with my senior, and I was discouraged. I was even told about stories of former residents who also quit during training. Grabe ma badmouth ang quitters samin kaya takot din ako umalis. Despite their stand against bullying in residency which is ironic. Currently, sobra na ko na ddrain to the point na wala nang gana pumasok dahil sa toxic na mga tao. Natatakot ako baka macompromise ang quality of care na mabigay ko sa pasyente. This is my dream residency but I'm currently on the verge of quitting because of the environment. Sobrang hirap mag decide lalo na lately down na down ako to the point na I'm starting to have su****al thoughts already. I'm now considering to try a different specialty, which I'm starting to be interested in. My question is, is it possible or is it allowed to apply and take entrance exam to a different institution while I'm still in training? If I'll pass, I will quit. If not, I'll probably suffer for 4 more years.
ADDITIONAL INFO: Thank you all for your comments. I'm currently on antidepressants for 2 months already and I have a psychologist and psychiatrist to help me at this time. But still, sobrang daming triggers talaga pushing me to quit. Ayoko talaga mag quit pero every week when I try to assess my situation, mas napupush ako to do so 😔
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2024.06.08 08:34 Otherwise-Term8877 First time magwork sa site

Gusto ko talaga matanggal yung frustrations ko na nabubuo sa aking hart sksks So first time ko talaga mag job(nirecommend me kaya nagkajob sksks) sa isang construction site, F23 ako, Engr. ako pero dahil babae alam mo yon parang naneneglect, iba treatment, walang proper training(or dito lang sa pinasukan ko?), sabak agad sa site.
Wala akong alam sa construction site tho may title ako as Engr. More on office talaga ako eh. Syempre nagtatanong ako lalo na pag di ko alam talaga ginagawa pero haaaayyyy yung anxiety ko parang tanga kasi feeling ko ang bobo ko kasi hindi ko alam yung mga pinapagawa nila sa akin.
Nahihiya pa ako mag site mag isa kasi 4th day ko pa lang now. Syempre kailangan tlaaga na makapal mukha mo sa site at matibay loob mo pero hindi ko pa kaya kasi bago pa lang ako? Skkss sa 1st-3rd day ko pinagawa agad ako ng hindi ko major(more on structural), pero syempre ginawa ko at natapos ko agad at inaral ko ng bongga para hindi ko mafeel sa sarili ko na ang bobo ko talaga.
Ayon hanggang ngayon feeling ko hindi ako fit sa site, at pinag uusapan ako ng mga kasama kong engrs. Dahil na rin siguro eh nirecommend lang ako at pasok agad sa job kaya iba treatment at babae ako sksks. Gusto ko lang ilabas dito frustrations ko.
Sana self next week okay ka na at kaya mo na makipagsabayan sa iba sa site.
Eme skskss
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2024.06.08 07:40 Striking_Wing_8482 Is this job legit?? Help!

Hello po! Mag-aask lang po ng advice. Aspiring VA here and may isang job post akong inapply-an sa OLJ. Nasa OLJ Employer's Search naman siya so comfortable ako mag-apply. This employer sent me a training video via Skype, ang job eh magpost ng 100 Pinterest and YouTube videos na ginawa through AI. Nag-require din siya na gumawa ng 10 sample posts, di naman daw free work yun, para lang ma-test if na-gets mo yung instructions. I asked for his name or company name afterwards since wala kaming interview or whatsoever, chat lang talaga. He said he doesn't need to prove anything to me daw? Sabi niya pa 200 daw na tao nagwowork under him with screenshot of people reaching out to him via Skype. Syempre I want to know who I am talking to so that I can look him up and verify if he's legit, and also he knows me so fair lang na alam ko rin who I am working for. Is this job legit?? Can someone please verify.
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2024.06.08 07:01 ZHODY ZHODY's Diamond Rock Reverse-Monolocke, Part 5: Fog and foam

Part 0: Rules and expectations Part 1: Hidden resistance Part 2: Dragonless in Floaroma Part 3: The long road to Maylene Part 4: Mud bath
Where I left off After beating up Crasher Wake and Rival Rocky’s barely trained team, I started the trek into the Fog for Cynthia. Team: Gossan/Staravia (26), Mylonite/Gyarados (27), Boninite/Jumpluff (27), Hornfels/Dustox (26), ʻAʻa/Ponyta (28), and Lap. Laz./Swellow (26).
Foggy fights Well, I wound up taking on Zac and Jen anyway, but only because I confirmed that their Gyarados doesn’t have a Water move. The Gyarados didn’t land a Thrash until Raichu was down though, so I just swapped out the injured Hornfels for Mylonite then. One Bolt and a Stomp from ʻAʻa took it out from there. It’s not quite as amazing as beating without taking any damage like I did in the Dragon run, but I’m always proud when I can destroy the scary Zac and Jen.
“I’ll teach you about the charms of bird Pokemon!” Uhm... My Pokemon are already mostly birds, Ms. Brianna. (Though I guess the bats have taken over the PC, heh!) Shortly after grabbing the Shadow Ball TM I arrived in Celestic Town and fished up another Magikarp in their pond, Gabbro. Just north of that was another Galactic Grunt with a threatening bomb, so I had Lap. Laz. deal with him so we could complete Cynthia’s quest and get the Surf HM. Cyrus still shows up, but he just monologues in D/P.
I need Fantina’s Badge to use Surf, so I went to her Gym and failed at math so I could beat up her Gym Grunts, heh! By the way, I decided to bring Picrite/Skorupi along and have him relearn Bite. I might not need him, since I actually put together a full team of six for Fantina, but I did say I wanted to try and use him!
VS Fantina Team: Unakite/Murkrow (36+Persim Berry), Gossan (32+Persim Berry), Mylonite (32+Metronome), Obsidian/Murkrow (32+Zoom Lens), Hornfels (32+Mind Plate), and Picrite (32+BlackGlasses).
Mylonite started off against her Drifblim with his new Ice Fang, though it missed right off the bat. Fantina got stuck using the weak Gust; Two of them just barely took off one third of Mylonite’s health. Which meant when Ice Fang 2KO’d, Aftermath left him on yellow HP! Hornfels was there to take on the next Pokemon, though.
Gengar went too fast with Spite, so I set up Light Screen... except Gengar doesn’t have Special moves, and it quickly went to waste. Two Psychics later and Gengar was on a sliver of health, so of course Fantina healed it, ugh. That turn’s Psychic halved Gengar’s HP, and when I clicked it again... He swapped from Poison Jab to Shadow Claw and took Hornfels down to red! Hornfels’ Psychic did the same back, but that seemed like the perfect time to use Picrite... only for Shadow Claw to almost halve his HP as well! I could’ve healed, but I clicked Bite for the KO and Gengar wasted his turn with another failed Spite, heh.
Unakite faced Mismagius, getting to eat her Persim right away before knocking it to yellow with Assurance. It also ate a berry, Sitrus, but it didn’t heal to full. Mismagius halved Unakite’s HP with Shadow Ball as well, but that doubled the power of Assurance, so Unakite KO’d!
I’m glad Picrite got used, even if he was in mortal danger. But now the next Gym is Roark 2: Electric Boogaloo... *sweats*
Gull squad Cynthia is outside the Gym to point us towards Canalave, but before that we’ve got some Surf exploring to do! I don’t want to give it to Mylonite (even if he’ll be able to forget it as soon as I’m finished), so I grabbed the worst Magikarp (Gabbro and his 1 Attack IV and 29 SpAt) and evolved him just for Surf, to get a better Surfer, heh!
That better Surfer wound up being Syenite/Wingull from Pastoria. His IVs were pretty good, but I decided to do some HM Backtracking for more Wingull anyway. The Fuego Ironworks gave me Norite, and then I headed to Sandgem to go down to Rt. 220 and 221. I took my planned team for Canalave’s Rival battle down there, but it turns out the wild ‘mons and trainer Pokemon are all lv. 30+, and all of my Pokemon were under that because Rocky’s lowest level cap is 30. (Essexite/Vespiquen nearly died in a double battle to a Gyarados’ Dragon Rage, ack!)
The routes gave me two more Wingulls of course, Wad and Theralite. (Wad reminded me of spitballs, heh.) The man that gives out belts actually asked for a Pokemon level I have, lv. 19 Chert/Kricketune, but he didn’t give me my beloved Expert Belt... With that disappointment I headed towards Canalave City and decided to take a break from the Wingull, getting Larvikite/Silcoon from Rt. 218’s Honey Tree instead. Consider my disappointment doubled.
VS Rival Rocky Team: Oolite/Drifblim (35+Wise Glasses), Lherzolite/Crobat (30+BlackGlasses), Essexite (30+Quick Claw), Lap. Laz (30+Shell Bell), and Lamproite/Noctowl (30+Wide Lens).
His Staravia’s Intimidate didn’t faze Oolite, who took it out with one Thunderbolt. Heracross has Night Slash though, so Lherzolite came out to kill it with Fly. Ponyta’s only Fire-type move is the weak Fire Spin, which is why I decided to bring Essexite for it. Ponyta only chose Stomp, though. Two Power Gems later, Ponyta was down and Essexite only had a third of her HP missing.
Boninite wasn’t here to face Prinplup because Rocky gave it an Aerial Ace TM, so Oolite came out to Thunderbolt it instead. Prinplup survived the bolt and knocked Oolite to half with Bubblebeam, so I had Oolite use the STAB Ominous Wind instead; Prinplup keeled over at that.
Lastly was Rocky’s Roselia, which Lamproite quickly put to sleep thanks to his Wide Lens. Two Psychics knocked it out.
“...you should be able to take the Gym Leader here.” I’m not quite sure about that, Rocky. The Gull Squad will help a lot, but I’m worried about Bastiodon‘s Metal Burst! What if Close Combat leaves it on a sliver, and that Steel-type Counter takes another Pokemon!? (← A real ZHODY-Nuzlocke death)

Team:

  • Lherzolite the Crobat♂ (30) - Relaxed, Inner Focus [Leech Life / Bite / Fly / Confuse Ray] - BlackGlasses
  • Essexite the Vespiquen♀ (30) - Lax, Pressure [Gust / *U-Turn / Power Gem / Defend Order] - Quick Claw
  • Oolite the Drifblim♂ (35) - Serious, Aftermath [Ominous Wind / *Thunderbolt / *Substitute / Stockpile] - Metronome
  • Lap. Laz. the Swellow♀ (30) - Modest, Guts [Wing Attack / *Return / Focus Energy / Double Team] - Shell Bell
  • Lamproite the Noctowl♀ (30) - Quiet, Insomnia [Peck / *Psychic / Hypnosis / Reflect] - Wide Lens

Box: 37

Staravia (20, 32, 22, 26), Kricketune (27, 20, 19, 16), Magikarp (7, 4, 17), Gyarados (32, 20), Zubat (4, 6, 20, 12, 15), Murkrow (32, 36), Jumpluff (28), Ponyta (28, 23), Chatot (27), Burmy (9), Silcoon (13, 11), Dustox (32), Wormadam (27), Skorupi (32), Starly (22, 24), Noctowl (25), Wingull (25, 29, 23, 29)

Deaths: 1

Bagon (5-14)
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2024.06.08 04:59 qpeedore Started an Emerald random Nuzlocke today

Hi guys,
After spending WAY too much time on YouTube I figured I've been playing Pokemon for about 25 years now (since Gen 1) and well... I'm an adult now, why not do a Nuzlocke challenge for myself? Make things harder on me huh?
Recently what I've been doing is trying out new teams and using pokemon I would have otherwise overlooked before.
Emerald is by far the most fun I've had with the core series. Thing is, I actually think that going through it with the vanilla games are not going to be very much fun for me. I mean, generally I tended to stick with my first six anyways no matter what type disadvantages there were. This is a guy who got to be champion several times with (sorry for the spelling) Linoone, Mightyena, Dustox/HM user, Pelipper, each starter in turn, and one HM user who can learn whatever's left. Mostly... it's been a while since I've played Emerald.
Thing is, you can pretty much Nuzlocke the game that way. I didn't want to do things with my preferred team anymore.
So after going through all of the NDS games recently, I figured it was time to replay Emerald. I wanted to use a different lineup than what I'd usually use. But thing is, I wasn't having fun anymore. Now that I know the type matchups a lot better than I did when I thought a bird should always be better than a fish and a water should beat the Machoke line because it's built like a rock... well it just wasn't doing anything for me. I realised that the older games in particular just weren't challenging enough, even if I did a Nuzlocke.
That's when I saw the randomised stuff. I'm not new to coughcoughROMscoughcough and in fact I've played all of my games via emulation. I'm also not new to hacks, played a bunch of them back when there were only a handful of unfinished ones around. But when I saw this one from a YouTube channel where they played a random hack, I immediately knew that was what was going to make it fun again. Got it from a source I won't cite so as not to break the rules and started up. But I also wanted to Nuzlocke it, it was only last year when I started nicknaming my pokemon and it actually works guys, you do get more attached to them.
Standard Nuzlocke rules apply.
Meet my current team:
Golden Kid (Bayleef - starter), level 21 - The very first ROM I ever played, I was 12 years old and Gen 2 had just come out in Japan. Somehow I managed to get a 3.5 disk (remember those?) with a 15% English translation. That was fun to play through without a walkthrough. The only things in English were the names of places, people, and moves. But Chikorita was my starter and the game was Gold and I was a kid, so why not name him that?
Icee (Seel - Route 104), level 19 - Keeping him in because my rival chose Magikarp as their starter (huh?). Will need ice coverage later on in the game for the eventual Gyarados. Plus even though his Headbutt has only 15PP it does hit hard and causes flinching at times.
Mary (Flaffy - the lake with your first double battle on Route 104 NOT THE SAME PLACE AS ICEE Mary was caught AFTER the woods Icee was caught BEFORE, I went back after getting the old rod to see what I could hook), level 16 - Mary had a little lamb also named Mary I guess. I absolutely lucked out on this one because the Flaffy line has been amazing to me in other games, and while Shinx was literally the only other electric Pokemon I've EVER used, I just love this little sheep. Here's to hoping she stays with me until the end.
Godzilla (Croconaw - Granite cave 2nd level), level 12 - The newest member of my lineup, I have used him in the past and he's not been bad. Since Emerald is full of water HMs they'll share the responsibilities I hope.
In the box:
Ivy the Venusaur, level 3 - She was the first pokemon I encountered but I had already chosen a grass type as my starter. I suppose if I was doing an absolute hard-core Nuzlocke I might have boxed the golden kid but I just... couldn't.
Bob Ross the Klecon, level 4 - Out of Kabutops, Rhyhorn, even a flipping Steelix this is what I had to end up getting. Remains boxed for now but since it's a chameleon and all I had to give him a painter name.
Eskimo the Snorunt, level 5 - literally my first time ever knowing this thing existed.
TMNT the Shuckle, level 7 - meh.
In the graveyard:
Chowder the Shellder, level 3 - died before I could switch him out in an attempt to switch train him.
Pinkie the Slowpoke, level 18 - Got attached to her after her Yawn helped me win my first badge. Didn't heal her enough after a battle in the Granite cave and Regirock did a bit of double ko-ing with an explosion, hence a good bit of luck me finding Godzilla in level 2.
The great thing about random encounters is that you often find evolved pokemon in the wild which gives you more EXP. It's excellent for training and I knew I needed to be at least 5 levels higher than the gym leaders (again not doing a hard-core Nuzlocke here). The first leader had a flipping Skarmory and me with just the golden kid, Icee, and Pinkie. If not for her being 3 levels higher and having yawn, I'd not be posting this now.
Anyways I know it was a very long read... any thoughts? I plan to train to level 25 (there's Regirock in them thar caves so shouldn't take too long) before going for the second gym because they can hit you with literally anything and I want to be able to at least survive 2 hits.
Thank you so much.
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2024.06.08 03:55 Bekahelen Power On - Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Log. 19500.k I have sent a complaint to The Great Government. “Why isn’t anything being done about the virus? People are losing their memories from the Cloud and you are not doing anything about it! You need to take responsibility, after all, you forced us to change bodies.” We await for an answer.
The electric wheelchair invaded Tovu’s nightmares over and over. He could feel the cold, metallic arms holding him so tight it hurt, he saw the wheels turning into blades and mangling what was left of his body, the arms ripping his stomach open and spreading his guts all over the floor.
He woke up scared, screaming, darkness surrounded him and it was difficult to know whether he was still stuck in the nightmare or not. The nurses tried to calm him down, even gave him some drugs, but nothing would make his mind relax enough to even consider the manual wheelchair.
Nothing except Koira’s voice. She didn’t tell anyone else Tovu had been sent to kill her, that would be a death sentence for him — the Underground people wouldn’t kill him, but they would leave him up there on the craters to die.
— Hey, Tovu. — Koira opened the door to find a lump under the blankets. — The nurses said I’m giving ya nightmares.
— I’m sure you’re having fun with it. — he mumbled from under the blankets.
— Oi, that’d make me a horrible person. — She sat on the chair beside his bed. — I don’t like ya, but I don’t hate ya. Not enough to give ya endless nightmares, anyway. Wanna talk about it?
— No.
— Nightmares are just like wishes, both follow the same rule: they don’t happen if ya tell. — She waited for an answer that never came. — I’m sorry. I didn’t think the electric chair would scare ya so much, because it’s kind of like a…
— Immortal. — he interrupted her.
— I was going to say car. Have ya ever met an Immortal?
— I was offered. Before I was left in Sand City.
— Oh.
— I don’t like cars. Never been in one.
Silence filled the room as Tovu mourned his childhood and Koira was looking for a solution. She had been quite busy working on braces for a little kid, but she could make some time, try to adapt a manual wheelchair for the one-handed man. It wouldn’t be easy on him, but at least he could have some autonomy.
Koira got up out of the blue and Tovu flinched under the blankets. She walked out of the room, stopped by the door, walked back in, and touched what she hoped was his shoulder:
— I have an idea, whether or not it’ll work, well, I suppose we’ll find out later. Don’t forget to eat, and think about the prosthetics. Bye!
This time she walked away and didn’t come back.
Log. 19468.g Apparently the news have spread. People are getting more nervous. There are reports of fights and several people have been taken to hospitals. Well, I find it all quite convenient. That way, Robot Physicians can activate the viruses. It may be just another conspiratorial thought, but I think that this could be fake news to create chaos and distrust.
Ganen woke up slowly, she felt like a fly trapped in honey. Her body was all sore, the texture under her hands wasn’t grass or fabric. She opened her eyes and the view paralysed her in the same instant: the texture was bark; she was on top of a tree. The woman blinked a few times, took a deep breath, she was wide awake alright.
When Ganen looked down, the world spun too fast for a second; she had no idea how high she had climbed, but at least the memories were coming back. She felt the rope tied around her waist a few times, enough to secure her up the tree, and thanked her years of exploring for making things like that instinctive. If she had slept there without the rope, she would be dead, there was no doubt about it.
— Séra? — she called. — Where are you?
— Down here! — Séra’s voice was so far away, metres and metres below Ganen. — Oi, how did ya get up there?
— I guess I climbed? — She let out a nervous laugh. — Can you help me down?
— Of course, love. — Séra looked for something she could use; she had the right intentions, but none of the tools.
— Hold the rope! — Ganen started to untie herself and hoped it was long enough. Now that she was moving, it was impossible to ignore how painful her arm was. But focusing on the pain was good, at least it avoided her from freaking out. — Did you get it?
— Yah! Come on, I’m holding ya!
There was no other option, so Ganen breathed in and out, and started going down the tree. Séra let the rope go up slowly, she followed the rhythm of the woman’s steps, and prayed to the universe there weren’t any spiders or other dangerous creepers crawling on the tree.
Time seemed to slow down, she wasn’t as strong as before yet, and her arms were shaking with Ganen’s weight. Séra remembered some stupid idea of getting the clouds out of the sky, she remembered being too afraid to climb. If she was being honest, helping Ganen like that was giving her a sense of deja vu.
— Almost there, love, just a bit more.
Ganen nodded from above and kept going down, one step at a time. She repeated to herself she was used to heights, some of the tree paths were tall enough one could barely see the ground; “But they are safe”, she added to her thoughts.
And when she least expected, Séra wrapped her arms around her, and rested her head on Ganen’s hair.
— Love, you’re down, you’re here, I was so scared! I was trying to keep it cool, but, oi, I was…
— Me too, hun. — Ganen felt herself melt in the arms of the woman she loved so much. — Me too.
Holding onto each other, the women just breathed for a long time until their hearts were calm once again.
-– Okay. — Ganen then said. — I think we should go back to camp and check on our things. AND — she added — we’re not having mushrooms again. My stomach is a mess.
— Oh! Yah, that makes sense. Do ya think we got high?
—Honey, I'm sure we got high. — Ganen sounded a bit angry. — I’m just glad I remember stuff this time.
— Are ya upset with me? — Séra asked, her eyes down to the floor.
— No, hun, no, that’s not what I meant! — Ganen smiled and held her hands. — It’s not like you did it on purpose, and I also looked at the mushrooms and thought they were safe. If any of us are guilty, we both are. Let’s just avoid them next time. — She laughed.
Séra smiled again; she had been feeling insecure and anxious since the incident with Ori, and her need for approval was almost physiological. Holding hands with Ganen helped, it was good to be cherished, not scorned.
What she didn’t notice, however, was that Ganen was a bit nervous. Her eyes darted from one tree to the other, and all looked the same. She didn’t even remember seeing trees that tall when they got in with the car.
Following that train of thought, Ganen got to two options: they had either taken a different direction, or went too deep in those woods. Both of them were bad.
— Séra… — Ganen stopped walking.
— Uhm? — The woman looked at her, a mix of confusion and preoccupation.
— I think we’re lost.
Séra stared at her in silence for a moment. Then she looked around, at the trees, at sky so high above, at the ground with no footprints. In Sand City, people always carried a flare when they left town, and there were watchers within the walls ready to shoot a flare back, to avoid losing lives to the endless sands. She even felt her pockets for a one, but there were none, of course.
— What I was taught is, when lost, get to a high place, and try to find a path. — Ganen interrupted her thoughts. — But I’ve just got back to the ground, I didn’t want to climb again. — She made a crying face; her arm was still sore and she was afraid of checking if all the stitches were still in the right place.
— And I’m sort of afraid of heights.
— Yeah… Let us rest our arms a bit more, then you help me climb like we did to get me down, can it be?
— Sounds like a plan.
— Gosh, we’re soooo not using any kind of drugs again! — Ganen laughed to hide how anxious she was. She could almost hear her own heart racing in her chest, ready to jump out.
— Hey, what if I try to climb this time? — Séra looked at Ganen’s arm; the bandages weren’t red last night.
— No, don’t worry, I can do it.
— But your arm is…
Then Ganen had to look. She was unwilling to remove the bandages, she knew it was hurting, but now she had to check and, as she expected, some of the stitches had come off.
— Welp, that’s why it’s hurting. But, Séra, there’s nothing we can do about it now, so let’s rest, then you help me up again, and I find our way.
Séra was forced to agree, and started looking for a place to sit.
Log. 19457.h Some scientists say Comet Treiny will hit Gaya. They say Gaya's orbit has changed by a few millimetres in the past four centuries and this will influence the comet's route. They want to use weapons in satellites to destroy the comet and avoid any risks. The Great Government’s in the process of evaluating the results; a young woman from the Group showed me the numbers and graphs, but it’s not a subject I understand. Although I understand about the human body and understand more than most people about our inorganic bodies, I don't understand anything about physics, let alone physics in space. But it’s true that both routes look different, I can’t deny that.
Koira had stayed up all night; the city lights were turning on when she crawled to bed. But even if she had laid down before, she wouldn’t have slept: a great idea hit her at the very moment her head touched the pillow, and she was forced to get up and put it in action.
Which was good, because she had spent the last two days working on a manual wheelchair for Tovu, which was kind of a challenge. Now, however, the braces were ready, they had an awesome and adjustable knee joint, designed to limit how far the knees bent until the kid’s legs were strong enough to do it alone.
She was satisfied with her work, it was a piece of art, and, most importantly, it was comfortable. The kid — a little 6-year old boy — had complained the last ones hurt his legs, the plastic parts chafed to his skin as he tried to walk, and they were a hassle to remove, but she had high hopes for the new ones.
— Later. — she whispered to herself. — I’m sure he can wait a few more hours.
Destiny, however, had other plans. Not long before she closed her eyes, someone started knocking on her door and calling her name. She grunted, tried to hide her head under the blankets, but one of her cats jumped on top of her ribs and she let out a small scream.
– I know you’re in there! Open up or I’ll let myself in!
— Just come in! — Koira screamed back as she got up and looked for some trousers or shorts.
Qena walked into Koira’s house and found her half-dressed in her bedroom. The woman’s eyes betrayed her exhaustion and the messed up hair completed the story in details.
— Have you just got out of bed? — Qena raised one brow, surprised and a bit disappointed.
— Oi, shut up. — Koira yawned. — I was finishing that all night long. — She pointed at the braces. — I had a brainwave last night, had to make it.
— Do you think that’s the final version? — The judging eyes softened as she walked to the leg braces. — They look so good, I’d wear them just for fashion.
— Ya have a weird taste. — Koira laughed.
— Maybe that’s why we’re best friends. — Qena gave her the most innocent and treacherous smile; something only she could do. — Come on, let’s test those with Ryth, then I’ll let you sleep as much as you want.
— Yah… that sounds good. Oi! Let’s take Tovu’s wheelchair as well, I’m not sure how he’ll use it, but, eh, guess we’ll find out.
The city lights imitated the outside with perfection, and weren’t too bright; the day was young and hopeful. Koira really wanted Tovu to at least test the chair; she hated having her creations scorned like that. Also, she wouldn’t admit it, given the circumstances, but knowing Tovu had been offered to an Immortal as a child made her feel a bit guilty about the electrical chair.
The streets in the Underground City were the best she had ever seen, the cars were driven around with ease. Geothermal energy was harnessed from deep wells further east, and there were wind energy poles in a valley a few days south; energy was a basic need in the Underground City, and now Koira understood it.
All houses had electrical lights, wall sockets, almost everyone had datapads, radio communication devices — comms, for short —, no one was afraid of technology or photographs, children were learning how to build and create mechanical tools at school, and the hospital was incredible!
The innovations in prosthetics called to her the moment she visited the lab. Or, as she liked to call it, the human garage — no one else shared her naming conventions. She had learnt so much these past few years, her only regret was leaving Séra behind. If the city hadn’t threatened to kill her on sight, she would have travelled back to get her.
None of her letters ever had answers, but she would rather think Séra hated her for leaving, and was so happy with Treiny’s family that she wouldn't even want to read them. Any other thought scared her too much.
Qena woke Koira up, and she mumbled something about burning papers. She looked at Qena, completely lost for a second, then the gears in her brain started working.
— Did we put the legs and the chair in the car? — she asked, almost wishing they hadn’t, just so that she could sleep a bit more.
— Yes. Come on, we gotta test those braces, Ryth’s been waiting for months now.
— I know, I know. — Koira let out a long loud yawn.
— I’m glad you have wonderful ideas, but they could hit you during office hours, no? — Qena said as she unfolded the wheelchair on the floor and put the leg braces on top of it. — Come on, hurry up. — With a smile, she offered one arm to the sleepy-eyed woman, and both walked into the hospital.
Koira grunted and let herself be taken around by Qena. The place was big and she felt like she walked through a thousand corridors before getting to Ryth’s room. The small boy, with curly dark hair and withered legs, was having breakfast on his bed, and opened a huge smile as he saw them.
— Auntie Koira! Are those for me?
— I hope so. — She laughed; seeing a child this happy could heal anything. She still needed to sleep, though. — Finish your breakfast and we can try them.
Ryth ate as fast as he could, even after they told him to eat more slowly, and soon, he was waving his legs on the bed while Qena tried to hold him still so Koira could attach the braces. After what seemed like eternity to her tired and sore fingers, the braces were on, and the boy was on the floor.
— Now, walk around a bit, eh? — Koira said.
At first, she walked with him and the doctor, so that they could adjust the knee joints, but after a few minutes, Ryth could move from one side to the other with ease.
— That’s good progress, Ryth. — his doctor cheered. — And it looks so cool!
— It looks super duper awesome! — The boy waved his arms.
— Let’s test them for a while, then give auntie Koira our feedback, okay?
— Okay. — Ryth sulked a bit; he had been through that enough in the past months to know what was next: — Therapy?
— Physiotherapy, yes.
— Fine. — The boy crossed his arms, trying to imitate an adult’s movement, and pouted. He didn’t like it. He always got tired at the end of it. And sore.
— Call me if ya need anything, yah? — Koira asked; her curiosity was the only thing keeping her awake.
— I’ll be sure of it. Now you should go home and get some sleep. — The doctor laughed. — Doctor’s orders.
— And they shall be followed. Qena, my dear, would ya be so lovely as to drive me home?
— Yes, I would. Or else you’d sleep right here, right now. Just show me how to use the chair, so I can teach the Sand guy.
Koira nodded; she could already feel the soft cotton pillow case against her face.
Log. 19337.s There are great programmers in the Group. Great hackers too. They said they’ll help me search for the origin of the virus. I hadn’t thought about discovering its origin, only about fighting it. But if we know where it comes from, we can fight against the source directly and prevent it from becoming a global problem! That is, if it’s not already a global problem...
While they were resting, Ganen remade the bandages on her arm and prepared herself to climb the tree. She waited for Séra to get up, then told her to hold the rope so that she could have at least some sort of safety as she was climbing.
Throwing the rope over a tall branch took quite a while, Séra needed to gather her strength to throw it that high, but once it was tied safely around her thighs, Ganen walked to the tree and looked up; it would take a while.
— Séra, hun, do you have anything with you? Anything I could, uhm, lemme think, tie on the rope and throw down, so we can mark the right direction?
— I… will check. — She started putting her hands in her pockets and looking for something. — That’s a lot of thinking. Have I told ya you’re quite smart?
— Ah, yeah, well, not my first time. — She smiled, a bit embarrassed.
— I don’t think I have anything… — Séra looked down. — Will a shoe do?
— It’ll do nicely. — Ganen thanked her.
She tied the shoe-lace around the belt loop and prepared to go up. Ganen looked at her arm one last time, and tried not to think of how painful it was. However, the tiniest pull made her wince. And Séra couldn’t bare to watch it.
As much as she was afraid of being that far from the ground, she was worried about her lover. Just like Ganen, Séra wasn’t at full strength, but she was quite sure it would be easier for her to climb instead of the woman who had a knife through her arm less than two weeks ago. She stopped Ganen before she could try a second time.
— I’ll do it. — Séra put a hand on her shoulder. — Just… give me directions, yah?
— Are you sure? I… I… My arm’s still hurt, but I’ll just go a bit slowly. — “I can’t hold you if you fall”, she failed to say.
— I’ll go slowly too. I hope I can hear ya from up there. — She started getting her shoe back from Ganen’s waist. — Can I take one of yours?
— No, no, no, stop that! You said you were afraid, you don’t have to do it!
— Love. — Séra held her hands. — Ya saved my life again and again. Lemme repay ya at least a bit.
— You know you don’t have to, that’s not how things work, right? — She tried to deny still.
— Come on, just lemme do it. — Séra got serious. — Your arm is so hurt, if ya climb this again, it’ll hurt even more. I won’t fall.
Ganen took a deep breath, then let it out in a resigned huff. There was no winning in that, and she had to admit Séra was right. Climbing that tree would only make her condition worse, it could even harm her arm even further.
— Fine. — She gave Séra one of her shoes, took off the ropes around her legs, and helped the woman wear them.
— I’m so glad we caught rope.
— Me too. I think it was because we wanted to see if it was possible to climb a cloud. — Ganen couldn’t help but laugh.
— Oi, what a stupid idea! — Séra adjusted some knots to make it a bit more comfortable. — So, what do I do now?
— Pay attention on where you put your hands, try not to touch living things. If you get scared, try your best not to panic, and move away slowly. Always check if a branch if strong enough to support you, I’ll try to tell you the best ones.
— Okay… Hands, don’t panic, test branch.
— And once you’re up there and can see where we need to go, you throw me the shoe, and we’ll try to point it to the right way.
— Hands, don’t panic, test branch, shoe. Okay, got it, let’s go before I chicken out.
Séra slapped her face with both hands and took a deep breath. The first branches weren’t low enough, so she had to hold onto the tree and try to find places she could put her feet on. Ganen pulled her up one bit at a time; while the mechanic was able to pull her with her arms, the scholar had to use her whole body and walk away to find enough strength and pull the rope.
Reaching the first branch was a success, a moment to be celebrated before acknowledging there were plenty more to climb. It was a difficult task and Séra did her best to listen to Ganen without looking down. She was certain she would freeze the moment the ground got further away.
Eyes focused on the crown, Séra grabbed a branch to her right — the one Ganen told her to — and felt the slight push of the rope around her. With a deep breath, the woman pushed herself up and kept going. Once she got a rhythm, things started to become a bit easier; testing the branches wasn’t so scary, and as she went higher, the tree offered much more support.
Until her hand touched something strange. It wasn’t bark, it could be some weird tree sap, maybe even some gross dangerous goo animal thing. Ganen asked something when Séra stopped, but they were too far to understand it well. The woman took a deep breath, repeated to herself she couldn’t panic, then she pulled her shaky hand back, millimetre by millimetre.
There was something between her fingers, some kind of goo, it was sticky and didn’t smell good. She tried not to think much about it, hoped it wasn’t venomous. She just cleaned her hand on her pants and started looking for another branch.
It felt like hours, days had gone by, and even though she wasn’t as slow as she thought, Séra felt stuck in the same place. The bark too close to her eyes was always the same, only the lichens promised her she was moving.
Smaller branches full of green leaves crowded her vision and made it difficult to find good support, “But maybe that means I’m getting closer”, Séra thought. And she was right. A few more steps took her high enough to push her head against the leaves and find the timid sky.
She basked in the sunlight for a few minutes, her arms and legs were shaking from the effort and fear, and the gentle breeze kissed her sweaty skin as a long lost lover.
— Okay, time to look for a way out.
At first, all she saw was a sea of green. Luxurious, glossy, beautiful green. Growing up in the desert, green was rare. It could be found underground and in the agave leaves, but green like the one she was seeing was new. For a moment, she even forgot what she was supposed to do, and just appreciated the view.
Mountains painted the east until the horizon, and if she squeezed her eyes tight enough, she could imagine the desert far north. The river which fed Bridge City shimmered northeast, but something else also caught her eyes: a very constant sparkle to the west.
Séra squeezed her eyes, put her hands on her forehead, to get some shade, and there it was. The car.
— I FOUND IT! — she screamed at the top of her lungs. — GANEN, I FOUND IT!!
There was no intelligible answer, which was expected, so, very careful as to not let it fall, Séra untied Ganen’s shoe from her trousers. Then she paused. She was supposed to tie it on the rope and throw it down, but the only rope they had was the one keeping her safe.
— Oh no, what now? I could hold the tree very tight, but… Uhm… Oh! I can tie the rope around myself, like Ganen did, it’s long enough.
Some weeks ago, before they got to Bridge City, they talked about cutting the rope in 5-metre pieces, so it would be easier to use. She was glad they hadn’t done it. She started pulling the rope and there was some resistance at first — Ganen was holding it —, but after a few more pulls, it came up easily.
Séra took her time to tie herself to the tree, and tried not to think how horrible her death would be if she fell, then she tied the shoe to the other end and threw it down. She had to break a branch to dislodge the shoe the times it got stuck, but in the end, she was happy to see the rope going down with no problems.
On the ground, Ganen heard a thud and her heart stopped. She looked around, scared and nervous, and almost fainted in relief when she saw the shoe. She looked up and tried to find Séra up there, which took quite some time, but once the woman pointed the right direction, Ganen untied the shoe and left it indicating the way.
Once again the rope went up, Séra untied herself, and let the rope down over a branch, as it was before; she had some trouble getting it below the see of baby branches, and almost fell in the process. As much as she was trying not to worry Ganen, she couldn’t help but scream when twig under her feet broke.
— I’M FINE! — She screamed back, once she found support again. — At least I’m a bit lower now…
Finding a silver lining in that situation wasn’t easy.
Once Ganen gave it some pulls to let her know she had the rope in hands, Séra started going down. It was a bit easier then going up, gravity helped a lot. She tried using the same branches as before, even though it was almost impossible to remember which ones they were.
Ganen was holding the rope with one arm and her whole body; her left was painful now, it hadn’t got better, but she was doing her best to help Séra and hold her up — even though she was the cause of a few scares in the process.
Once both of them were back on the ground, Séra hugged her lover tight; it was good to be back. The whole thing was a mix of emotions, the view from so high up was stunning, but getting up there was terrifying.
— How about you teach me how to climb and I teach you how to drive? — she whispered, breathless and tired.
— Once my arm is healed, yeah, we can climb together. — Ganen nodded a few times. — Let’s go before we get lost again, come on, hun.
Séra kept her lover between her arms a bit longer, then took a step back; the car wasn’t as close as they had thought.
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2024.06.08 02:39 GreenAvacadoo startup or BPO?

hello just wanted to ask for advice, i've been working for a known BPO (not exactly but more like consulting, it's the purple icon iykyk) for a year now and so far if we're talking about benefits maganda talaga sya, but the work i would say im already drained hahaha. Recently I just got an offer from a startup company and it is fully wfh since they're an australian company pero most of the employees are from ph. They were asking me if i'm good with a backend role + testing since yun yung hinahanap nila and I said yes bc i've always wanted to be a developer. Also will start as an intern on this company and we'll have training for a month. Iasked if meron na ba na di nakapass sa training nila and SO far wala naman daw. Have exp as a tester din naman before and graduated a technical course. Forgot to mention the language is gonna be Javascript. My current role is email support and involves no dev work, so which is why im asking if tama ba na tanggapin ko to. If I stay in my current role baka mawala na talaga yung knowledge ko sa programming when being a dev is what I have always wanted. And I can feel na I will grow dito since focused lng sa isang language. I get to study more about that language, unlike sa current company ko that have multiple skills so wala kang main skill if you are to be rolled in sa different project.Pero syempre as a fresh grad, i also have those fears na baka di na makahanap ng trabaho so I grabbed the first company that accepted me. Any thoughts? I will appreciate all your responses, thank you!
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2024.06.08 02:22 Then_Attitude3190 GOT TERMINATED TWICE BY FOREIGN EMPLOYER IN THE PHILIPPINES (Lewis Glanz Consulting / Talenthero)

24F, Na hire ako sa company last february for one of their account as appointment setter under "at will / Consultancy contract" where I didn't know, na ibigsabihin pala non is pag di sila satisfy sa performance during 1 day training ay pwede akong iterminate. (where in di naman sya thing dto sa pilipinas.) so ayon edi na terminate ako for working 3 weeks with them. well okay sige naka move on nako dun kasi pumirma naman ako. kahit na masama loob ko kasi nakapag onboard naman ako at work maganda feedback pero niligwak padin without notice.
So after 3 mos, tumawag ulit sila giving me a chance for one of their account. so syempre, tinanggap ko. umuwi ako from province to manila, para lang sa work.
So I started june 3, and by june 7 after 1 day of training and 2 days of onboarding. sa team namin where in, ako yung actively participating. Tinanggal padin ako. (Dahil sguro wala akong experience) pero sila yung nag offer sakin. and take note, may contract na ako sakanila. JOB CONTRACT.
Grabe yung depression na natanggap ko sakanila, at yung kahihiyan na nawalan ako ng trabaho for the second time.
Beware for this company located sila sa Makati City.
I will fight for this, This is purely and Obviously "Illegal Dismissal" without proper notice tinanggal nyo ako sa trabaho, walang proof or evidence basta lang masabi nyong "not performing" ako.
in 3 days, nasaan ang point nyo na di ako nag pperform eh nag ttrabaho na nga ako. a
Kakapal ng mukha nyo, magkita kita tayo sa DOLE.
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2024.06.08 01:51 idkwhattoputactually 9 clients later, first time experiencing a micromanager and first time seeking for an advice

Tldr; client is a micromanager and a workaholic. Dumating na sa point na nanginginig at umiikot sikmura ko pag nakakareceive ng message from her. I dont plan on quitting (unless tanggalin nya ko) cause sayang chance to upskill esp with my current tasks and tools.
After so many years and clients later, this is my first time asking for an advice please be kind.
For context, my first job was at 18, VA agad dahil sa referral ng cousin ko. I'm almost 27 now and an EA to CEO and executives in medical field. May pagkacompetitive ang skills ko as EA kaya this agency countered my previous salary with benefits.
Long story short I accepted it and the job description is very different from the actual job. Wala akong training nor tools and was expected to research everything on my own kahit pa sa paggamit ng platforms nila — which I did. New to me but I did. Wala pa kong 2 weeks, pasan ko na ang mundo bec wala silang sistema in place. They also fired yung marketing team and expected to include their tasks to mine. Eventually, nalaman ko na lahat ng VA ni client now is very stressed everyday at ang sabi lang nila sakin, masasanay din daw ako kasi ganyan din ang mga pinoy na boss sa corpo. The problem is wala akong experience na di WFH.
My boss would call me even outside working hours kasi may need na file or may itatanong na pwede naman na text. May one time na tumawag sya on my lunch break and di ko nasagot ang sabi nya sakin "Is eating way important than keeping your job?". Obssessed sya sa productivity ko kaya may time na every 30 mins sya tumatawag to check what I'm doing and kapag stuck ako sa same tasks, grabe ang sermon. I edit kasi their content sa social media since wala nga akong anything I manually extract their logos, fonts, and color used sa mga previous posts which is matagal.
Of course sinabi ko to sa agency and they acknowledged naman pero i dont expect anything from them since this is one of their biggest clients. Nandito na sa point na umiikot sikmura ko or nanginginig ako pag magtetext or tatawag sya.
I know I can resign naman pero I dont want to do it kasi sayang chance to upskill lalo na bago sakin yung tools. Hoping na makapag drop kayo ng advice on this kasi di ko na talaga alam hahahahaa sorry ang haba :((
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2024.06.08 01:01 critical_courtney [Hot Off The Press] — Chapter Eleven

[Hot Off The Press] — Chapter Eleven
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Dawn’s Subaru had a new jasmine scent courtesy of some air fresheners she’d clipped to her middle AC vents. My eyes lazily drifted toward the window as we entered the Old Port. Sunlight spilled down on the hundreds of tourists milling about.
We drove by the Ocean Gateway, morning sunlight reflecting off the harbor. That was Dawn’s favorite word to hear me say. She grinned anytime I said it. “Habbah,” she’d tease as I rolled my eyes.
A massive white cruise ship rested at the docks, having brought a few thousand passengers to Portland from god knows where. They’d start showing up in the last half of May, sporadically through the summer, and finally arrive in full force in early fall, just before winter hit and made everything colder than a witch’s tit.
Inappropriate thoughts about a certain driver sitting beside me bubbled to the surface, and I cleared my throat.
I followed that up with a yawn and shook my head back and forth. Dawn giggled and handed me a Moonbucks coffee I hadn’t even noticed sitting in the console.
“You know me so well,” I sighed in relief, taking a sip of lavender oat milk latte.
“You’re pretty regimented,” Dawn said. “It’s not hard to learn your patterns.”
I looked her over. The black blouse and dark pants gave her a more “business casual meets witchy” look. She’d even toned down her eyeshadow.
“Is that what you’ve been doing in between writing astrology columns? Learning my patterns?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
Dawn winked.
“I’ve been studying you from every angle these last few weeks,” she said.
Heat flooded my cheeks, and I almost choked on my coffee. Sensing she should move on, the witch mercifully changed topics.
“So, why are we going to this conference again when you’re clearly exhausted after staying up until god knows when looking over. . .,” her voice trailed off, waiting for me to finish.
“An investigative piece on leaking pipes in the West End the city has known about for three years now and seemingly taken no action on,” I completed her sentence.
Sighing, I stifled another yawn and prayed desperately to God that this caffeine would kick in sooner or later.
“It’s the New England Press Cooperative. They have an annual conference in Boston. Every newspaper editor from Burlington to Providence will be there,” I said as we drove by a cargo ship entering the port with several red and brown steel containers. It blocked my view of the few sailboats in the water.
Commercial Street wove around the peninsula’s eastern border passing through the Old Port. Dawn stopped so a few tourists wearing sunhats and carrying bags from the Unholy Donut could cross over to one of the piers.
I loved that our city had a working waterfront, and clearly, millions of other visitors who came here to eat in some of the highest-rated restaurants in the country did as well. Portland was an entirely different place in May and June than it was in January. And it would only get more packed as we approached July and August.
“I thought you said the Lighthouse-Journal hadn’t gone to the conference in a few years,” Dawn said.
“We haven’t. Budget shortfalls mean conferences are typically the first thing to get axed for newspaper staff. But this year is different. I’m actually an invited guest.”
Dawn’s head turned toward me so fast I was worried she’d need a chiropractor.
“You’re a guest speaker? That’s so cool! What are you going to talk about?”
I smiled and twirled my index finger around my ponytail. For some reason, I was having trouble meeting the witch’s excited eyes.
“Not quite a guest speaker. The conference organizers just asked me a few months ago if I’d be willing to join a panel of family-owned newspapers in the region. There aren’t many of us left, and go figure, they want me and two other editors from Vermont and Connecticut to discuss the challenges of keeping a newspaper in the family given ongoing media disruption.”
I probably sounded like I’d read that straight from a pamphlet, but when I finally glanced over at Dawn, she was all smiles. Was she. . . actually impressed? Or was this just a polite act from a woman who had tried on multiple occasions to get into my pants? A woman who would have succeeded if I could get more than three goddamn hours of sleep at night.
Her green eyes were lit with what seemed like honest-to-god enthusiasm for my craft.
“Anyway, they’re paying for my room and meals. Plus, I can meet folks who are in charge of press grants our paper desperately needs and hopefully leave a good impression.”
We drove past several piers, including the entrance to DeMillo’s, a large parking lot that led out to a boat restaurant people flocked to every year. No local I’d ever spoken to frequented the place, but folks From Away just had to eat there.
If you want to pay $35 for a lobster roll, that’s your God-given right, I thought. Welcome to Vacationland, bub. Enjoy your $400-a-night Airbnb that took an affordable housing unit off the market.
“Well, I’ll be sure to attend your panel tonight. There’s also one tomorrow morning I’m interested in on keeping comic strips alive in 2024,” Dawn said.
We left the Old Port, and it wasn’t long before a worn brown and white two-story diner came into view with its worn exterior. A set of stairs led up the right side of the restaurant.
“Ah, Becca’s. You don’t look a day over 75,” I smiled.
Visitors often viewed the diner as the quintessential restaurant where lobstermen ate breakfast or lunch, coming ashore after an early morning of backbreaking work. Some still ate there, and I never had any issues with the place. Its reputation as a Portland staple was powerful enough that Gov. Janice Mylls ate breakfast there the morning after winning her reelection in 2022.
The diner sat wedged between a few industrial spaces with their own piers and docks. Then, just as soon as we spotted it, the restaurant was gone.
“I’ve never actually eaten there. Is it good?” Dawn asked.
I shrugged.
“It’s fine. I’ve never had a bad meal there. I do interviews there sometimes for stories. Folks are friendly enough. Becca’s still retains some of its salt-of-the-Earth flavor that keeps so many people coming back.”
Stretching and feeling a familiar pang in my chest, I grunted.
Sure wish that would stop, I thought, grimacing.
“Are you excited to learn about journalism from all the industry pros tonight and tomorrow?” I asked.
“Strangely enough, I am. I was actually emailing back and forth with a guy named Dorian Fletcher this week about the conference. He writes the horoscopes for a few newspapers in Rhode Island. I’m gonna see if he has any sage wisdom to share. Apparently, he’s been syndicated for almost a decade now.”
My heart fluttered in a good way for once as I tried not to stare too long at the witch. She was. . . learning about the most important thing in my life. Dawn Summers was spending her own money to travel to Boston and attend a conference just to get a better picture of what made me an inky wretch.
Rubbing my arm, I couldn’t help but smile and look up at the Casco Bay Bridge as we drove under it. Butterflies in my stomach scattered to every inch of my abdomen as I realized I’d be spending an entire two days with my colleag— I mean pal.
An entire Friday and Saturday in Boston together while I did my best to wait for these festering feelings to fade away in a “Mr. Stark. . . I don’t feel so good,” moment.
A few minutes later, the blue and white Amtrak logo came into view as we pulled into the Portland Transporation Hub. Every time I came to this place, I couldn’t help but think, Shit. They really tore down a beautiful and historic train station for this awful location?
We grabbed our bags and walked inside a long carpeted room with a long wooden counter that served as the ticket desk. Behind the transportation hub, a handful of busses docked and waited for passengers. Behind the busses stood a rail line where the Downeaster train would pull into the station.
Five times a day the train ran between Brunswick and Boston. We were all set to board the 11:48 a.m. locomotive.
“I can’t believe you’ve never ridden the train before,” I said, sitting down in a row of metal seats by the Downeaster platform exit.
Behind us, a family of seven waited to board a coach bus that would take them to Logan Airport.
“What can I say? I grew up in Cedar Rapids. We didn’t have Amtrak in our town. There’s only one train, and it runs through the southern half of the state. The closest station was like an hour away,” Dawn said, sitting down beside me. She leaned close, and our legs touched. When I raised an eyebrow at her, the witch looked in the opposite direction.
I see you, I thought, shortly before a shiver traveled from my thigh to my brain. And I wish I could see more of you.
My brain betrayed me with a few more thoughts before an announcer called for Downeaster passengers to board from platform C.
Dawn and I nodded to each other, stood, grabbed our bags, and walked down a long enclosed walkway where a conductor held the door open for us.
There, waiting on the rail for about 12 or 13 passengers, stood the Downeaster. A diesel locomotive followed by a cafe/business seating car, four coaches, and a rear locomotive. Another conductor stood by the train and directed passengers to business class or coach.
Dawn and I got in the rearmost coach as it was the least full and sat right in the middle, placing our bags on an oversized luggage rack above the seats.
“Wow. That was a lot easier than boarding a plane,” Dawn said, reclining in her seat.
I just grinned.
“Told ya. Trains rock. Wicked easy to get on and off,” I said.
It wasn’t long before the train pulled away from the hub and began its southward journey to New England’s biggest city.
After crossing the rail bridge over the Fore River, which was my favorite part because it almost looked like the train was hovering over the water, we clipped along at a good pace toward Old Orchard Beach.
The Downeaster raced by houses, across large fields, between patches of forest, and occasionally within sight of the coast.
Dawn checked her phone before turning to me and asked, “So, when was the last time you went to Boston?”
My heart skipped a beat as a woman’s face rocketed into my memory. It’d been a trip like not unlike this one about six months ago. I even sat in the aisle seat, just like then. But sitting beside me then was a marketing executive, not a witch.
The pain must have been obvious on my face because Dawn slowly took my hand.
“FeeDee?” she asked in a softer voice.
I shook my head, chasing away a single name I’d tried my best to burn out of every memory since then.
“Um. . . I went on a trip to the aquarium with my girlfriend at the time,” I said, as more home videos started playing in my head of us holding hands and watching the harbor seals, walking past the jellyfish exhibits, and smiling at the penguins. “Margaret.”
My heart skittered off the rails and crashed into a rock wall as her words echoed through my mind, “I’m sorry, Frankie. That’s just not what I want for us.”
I blinked away tears as my ducts betrayed me in the worst possible way. I didn’t want Drawn to see me crying over the former love of my life! Fuck.
Shitbiscuits, I thought, taking a shallow breath and willing my eyes to stop watering.
“I’m guessing I don’t want to know what happened?” Dawn asked in a low voice.
Shaking my head, I cleared my throat again.
“There’s not much to tell. We wanted different things. We went different ways,” I said, looking outside as we crossed the border into New Hampshire.
An awkward silence filled our two seats as behind us, two men were debating whether a hotdog was a sandwich. If I hadn’t been in such a dour mood, I would have turned around and recommended a YouTube chef who had a podcast about that very subject.
Dawn and I mostly fiddled around on our phones for the trip south.
A couple of hours later, we pulled into Boston North Station. A freight train had delayed us by about 20 minutes, which wasn’t too bad all things considered.
Boston North Station was a huge block of a structure where Downeaster trains terminated. If you had a connection to any other Amtrak train like the Acela or the Lake Shore Limited, you had to hoof it to Boston South Station, a solid 20-minute walk. It wasn’t fun with luggage in tow.
Several pigeons waddled and pecked at different parts of the room. A kiosk with drinks and snacks stood next to a cashier checking his phone.
Several exit gates stood on all different sides of us. I showed Dawn how to scan her Amtrak ticket and be let through the turnstile. It took her a few tries, and I tried not to giggle.
On the other side of the turnstiles stood a Sunken Donuts and a few other restaurants next to a sports memorabilia shop. Above Boston North Station stood a sports arena where their hockey and basketball teams played.
Dawn called us an Uber, and 20 minutes later, we walked into the Shilton Boston Park Plaza Hotel overlooking the Boston Common.
This hotel had hosted the conference for the last five years, though I’d only gotten to stay here once.
A marble pathway led up to the front desk, and I could already see a number of folks walking around with New England Press Conference lanyards and badges. It depressed me the ratio of men to women I saw walking around with lanyards, but that was newspapers for ya. At its peak or at its weakest, the industry would still be dominated by men.
And I’m proud to be pushing back against that, I thought. Even if my newspaper will fold in three years if we don’t boost our subscriptions soon.
The clerk who greeted us wore a black jacket that covered almost all of the ochre skin on his arms. A gold nametag was pinned to his chest. “Bayani” was engraved on the nametag.
His black hair was cropped short, and he wore a million-dollar smile.
“Welcome to the Shilton Boston Park Plaza. Do you have a reservation?” he asked.
I gave him my name, showed my driver’s license, and he typed a few keys on the computer.
“Okay, you’re on the conference guest list, so I don’t need a credit card from you for incidentals. You’ll be in room 507, and the elevators are just around the corner. There’s also a stairwell on the opposite side of the lobby if you need to get your steps in like I do,” he said, flashing us another grin before tapping the Fitwit activity tracker on his wrist. It rested on a black band.
Bayani had a tall, lean body, so clearly he got more steps in every day than I did.
“Did you have a reservation as well?” he asked, turning to Dawn.
“Oh, no. I didn’t have time to make one. I’ll just take whatever you have available,” she said with all the carefree attitude that Dawn Summers carried with her everywhere.
To nobody’s surprise, however, Bayani grimaced and said, “Oh, I’m so sorry, ma’am. All our rooms are booked for the conference this weekend.”
The witch’s face paled, and I wanted to shake her by the shoulders and ask, “What were you thinking?! Why didn’t you book your room months in advance, put the details in two separate calendars (digital and paper), and then call this morning to reconfirm your reservation like a normal paranoid adult?”
Silence filled the front desk as Dawn literally froze.
I sighed.
“It’s fine. She can stay in my room,” I mumbled.
Dawn looked over at me with a face of apprehension.
“Oh, Frankie, you don’t have to do that. I can really just find another hotel. I’ll bet the Five Seasons has spare rooms.”
I crossed my arms and adjusted the bag on my shoulder.
“Really? Because I’ll bet they’re also booked full as that’s the overflow hotel for people who made conference reservations but missed the cutoff to stay here,” I said.
Like any adult with minor (and totally manageable) travel anxiety, I’d kept up to date with the conference’s email newsletters reminding folks of deadlines to register.
Dawn’s voice was caught in her throat.
I looked at Bayani.
“May I have a second keycard for her, please?”
He didn’t hesitate.
“Yes ma’am,” he said, working his magic on the machine and handing a plastic card to Dawn.
She took it shyly and followed me to the elevator after I thanked the clerk.
I wasn’t upset. But I was flustered. My foot kept tapping. She was going to be staying in my room tonight? My hotel room?!
What the fuck were you thinking? I thought, furiously. She could have tried one of the other hundreds of hotels in Boston.
But then that would have made meeting up for panels more difficult since she’d have to get a ride between here and wherever she ended up. And they’d just eat up more time going back and forth. This was easier. . . logistically. Yeah, that’s right. This was about logistics. And absolutely nothing else.
I was sweating by the time we arrived at the fifth floor. Dawn hadn’t said anything. We found room 507 easy enough next to a locked staff laundry facility.
Tapping my card on the sensor, a little green light flashed, and I heard a small clicking noise. Opening the door, we walked inside to find my biggest shock yet. The blood in my veins turned to ice in spite of the fact that I was sweating. Honestly, between the warm front and cold front meeting, a small tornado might form inside my body at any moment. Helen Hunt would race toward the storm in a yellow jeep, yelling at a man beside her in the passenger seat.
“Well, shit,” I muttered. “They were supposed to give me a room with two queen beds.”
A thin black and gray patterned carpet covered the floor everywhere except for the bathroom. A long wooden shelf supported a flat-screen TV showing photos of Boston’s skyline and playing soft instrumental music.
There, sitting against the wall next to a writing desk and a nightstand was a queen bed covered in a white comforter.
A quick phone call down to Bayani confirmed the worst. My room had been changed at the last second due to some unforeseen circumstances. And there weren’t any travel cots available for us to borrow.
This is all The Morrigan’s fault, I thought, rubbing my temples while my heart tried desperately to find its normal rhythm again. It failed spectacularly.
“You look like you’re freaking out,” Dawn said, crossing her arms. I still hadn’t lowered my bag from my shoulder. Because the moment I put it on the ground, time would resume, and this would be our room for the night. OUR room. And OUR bed. Fuck me.
“I AM freaking out. Do you not see the dilemma here?”
“They. . . forgot to fill our ice tray?”
My voice suddenly took a shrill tone. I was almost screeching to the point only bats and billionaire orphans could hear me.
“There’s only one bed!”
Dawn shrugged. Then a wicked grin overtook her lips.
“Oh, that’s no big deal. When we go to sleep tonight, we’ll both just shout, ‘No homo!’ in unison.”
I scowled at her with all my might, and the witch, as usual, deflected it.
“What’s the big deal? We’ve already slept together,” she said, her smile somehow growing more devious.
I stomped my foot.
“That was an accident!”
Dawn put her hands on her hips.
“No, you falling asleep before I fucked you silly was an accident. Us sleeping together during the movie was just a happy coincidence,” she said.
I stood there stammering all the more, looking for some loophole, argument, or comeback. All had forsaken me. Perhaps if I’d gotten more than two hours of sleep last night I could’ve come up with something.
But instead, my face turned the shade of a tomato, and Dawn slowly took my bag, setting it gently on the bed.
In my head, I let out one final shriek. FUCK!
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