i tried texting my mom about this n she didnt reply, i just want to know if im overreacting. this is gonna be long, sorry😭
what happened was i stopped by my grandparents house to pick up some of my clothes in a tote i had left there a while ago. they are being evicted, they lived in a trailer park, they are hoarders. its all around a bad situation but that wasn’t really whats bothering me.
when i pulled up, the property manager was going through things and throwing things in the dumpster and the tote wasnt there. when i asked him, he said he had kept some of the items n the rest were in the dumpster. he said a lot of words, he hung on my car and went on and on about how hard my grandparents eviction has been on him. i had to go through the dumpster and get the stuff that i could find, they were some very personally valuable things. this isnt even the situation.
i could tell this property manager was enjoying talking to me when he starting rambling about how his gf hasnt been putting out for him. im very much a people pleaser, i am incredibly friendly, and although i was verbally expressing my discomfort, i had a smile on my face while doing so. i had to drive down a few lots to his trailer to get my clothes that he had rummaged through and kept, so i kinda just put up with him until i could get those.
Tell me why and how this man kept me in his presence for over an hour?? brought out half my clothes at first, started asking me so many questions whats my fav band hows my job going (my grandpa had already told this man about me) he started telling me bout his daughter whos the SAME AGE as ME (25) and moments later telling me what brand mattress he has and asking if i wanted to “try it out”?? among so many other inappropriate things. he started offering to fix a bunch of stuff w my car, i kept turning him down n he’d be like no no it’ll take a few mins!! i’d literally be trying to drive off and he was leaning on my car just continuing to talk to me. he was trying so hard to get me inside his musty trailer talking bout its so hot outside come get AC but then showing me youtube videos on his phone making me stand in the heat 😭 he asked for my phone number in such a self pity way like “ik its a long shot🫤🫤” (ofc i gave it to him cuz i felt so backed into a corner!! i said it was just to fix my car, he has my grandpa’s brand new tires that were meant to go on my car. sucks. i called myself so i’d have his number and i blocked him).
to add i just got off a 9 hr shift i was so desperate to go home already 😭😭😭like i dont wanna stand in the 90° weather w the heavy emotions of my grandparents situation n talk to some loser old guy at a trailer park for an hr and a half
anyways i got home and started like sobbing. i dont even really know why. i tried calling my aunt, but my grandpa was over at her house on THE PHONE W THIS MAN AND STARTS TELLING HIM NOT TO BE INAPPROPRIATE W ME. like conveying to him i snitched 😭😭😭 right after i was just smiling to him n saying how it was nice to meet him like 5 mins earlier!!, regardless uncomfortable or not. the people pleaser in me doesnt want to feel the guilt of shaming this man for his behavior. and i had to just hang up n not talk to anyone so that is why i am posting here.
sorry this is so long i always feel the need to be super detailed when i tell stories. idk if im being super dramatic or what, i wish i could be more assertive w people like what if this man had bad intentions n managed to get me inside!! id just feel helpless? i need to work on that. im glad i got my clothes.

As a new Uber driver, someone who has been driving for about four weeks, I recently discovered George A. Akerlof’s seminal work, “The Market for Lemons: Quality Uncertainty and the Market Mechanism.” This discovery opened my eyes to the striking correlation between Akerlof’s theories on information asymmetry and adverse selection and the current practices of Uber. This realization has profound implications for understanding the dynamics at play in the ride-hailing industry.
Information Asymmetry: The Hidden Costs of Uber’s Algorithms
One of the core concepts in Akerlof’s theory is information asymmetry, where one party has more or better information than the other. In the case of Uber, this asymmetry is stark. Uber employs complex, proprietary algorithms to determine upfront fares. These algorithms consider various factors, such as estimated demand, time, and distance, but their exact workings are not disclosed to drivers. As a result, drivers are left in the dark about how their pay is calculated and whether it fairly reflects the value of their services.
For riders, the situation is slightly different but equally opaque. Riders see a fixed price before booking a ride, giving them a sense of predictability. However, they are unaware of how this fare is split between Uber and the driver. This lack of transparency can lead to misconceptions about the fairness of the pricing structure, with riders potentially assuming that drivers receive a fair share when, in reality, a substantial portion is retained by Uber.
Profit at the Expense of Drivers: The Dark Side of Uber’s Financial Strategy
Uber's strategy to achieve profitability has involved paying drivers less, a tactic clearly revealed in their 2019 S-1 filing. This approach leverages the information asymmetry between the company and the drivers. Uber, with its vast data on ride demand, pricing elasticity, and cost structures, can optimize fare distribution to maximize revenue while minimizing driver compensation. Drivers, lacking access to this detailed data, cannot negotiate better terms or fully understand the value of their service within the Uber ecosystem. This mirrors Akerlof’s model, where sellers (drivers) have less information than buyers (Uber), leading to an imbalance that the company can exploit for profit.
Adverse Selection: The Erosion of Service Quality
As Uber reduces driver pay to boost its profitability, it risks driving away experienced, high-quality drivers who find the compensation inadequate. This scenario aligns with Akerlof’s adverse selection problem, where better-quality providers exit the market due to inadequate compensation. Over time, this can lead to a decline in service quality, as the remaining drivers may be less experienced or less skilled.
This degradation in service quality can lead to dissatisfied customers and a negative feedback loop, ultimately affecting Uber's reputation and market position. If customers begin to perceive that Uber rides are consistently less reliable or pleasant, they may seek alternatives, further compounding the adverse selection issue.
Market Manipulation: The Power of Uber’s Algorithms
Uber’s use of sophisticated algorithms to set upfront fares allows it to exert significant control over both driver earnings and customer pricing. By continually adjusting these algorithms, Uber can manipulate fare distribution to favor its profit margins. This manipulation is possible because the algorithms are proprietary and not transparent to drivers or riders. As a result, drivers may receive lower compensation for rides that are longer or more complex than anticipated, without understanding why their pay does not align with their expectations.
The “race to the bottom” effect further exemplifies this issue. If drivers decline lower-paying rides, fearing insufficient compensation, the algorithm may penalize them by offering fewer ride opportunities. This pressure can coerce drivers into accepting less favorable terms, exacerbating the information asymmetry and reinforcing Uber’s control over driver earnings. This dynamic is reminiscent of the adverse selection and market failure in Akerlof’s model, where poor-quality products (or in this case, poor compensation) drive out higher-quality ones.
Regulatory Pressures and Uber’s Strategic Responses
Uber’s reaction to regulatory efforts, such as threatening to exit markets like Minneapolis if minimum wage laws are enforced, can be seen as a tactic to maintain control over pricing and compensation structures. This behavior leverages the company’s market power to influence regulatory decisions, aiming to preserve the status quo of information asymmetry and maximize profitability.
By threatening to leave markets, Uber attempts to deter regulators from implementing policies that would increase transparency and ensure fair compensation. This tactic helps maintain the existing information imbalance, allowing Uber to continue exploiting its market position.
The Role of Subsidies: Building and Exploiting Market Share
Initially, Uber used substantial investment capital to subsidize both driver pay and passenger fares. This strategy aimed to quickly capture a significant market share by making the service attractive to both drivers and riders. Drivers were paid more, and rides were cheaper, effectively masking the true cost and value of the service. This approach aligns with Akerlof’s discussion of creating a market that appears robust but is heavily dependent on external financial support.
Once the subsidies were reduced and the focus shifted to profitability, the underlying issues of compensation and service value became more apparent. The reliance on subsidies to build a large network can be seen as a temporary solution that obscures the long-term sustainability and fairness of the market dynamics.
Conclusion: Towards a Fairer Ride-Hailing Market
Uber's practices illustrate a modern application of Akerlof’s theories on market asymmetry, adverse selection, and market manipulation. By controlling the flow of information and using sophisticated algorithms, Uber can manipulate driver compensation and maximize profits. This strategy exploits the lack of transparency and understanding among drivers, leading to potential market failures similar to those described in "The Market for Lemons."
Uber’s initial strategy of using subsidies to build a network has shifted to focusing on profitability at the expense of driver compensation. This shift exacerbates the information asymmetry, leading to dissatisfaction among drivers and potential degradation in service quality due to adverse selection.
To mitigate these issues, regulatory interventions aimed at increasing transparency and ensuring fair compensation are essential. Mandating that Uber and similar companies provide detailed data on fare distributions and driver pay would help create a more balanced and fair market environment. Such measures would empower drivers with the information needed to make informed decisions and negotiate better terms, ultimately leading to a healthier and more sustainable market for ride-hailing services.
The question remains: Is Uber exploiting its drivers? The evidence suggests that through information asymmetry and strategic financial practices, Uber has created a system where driver compensation is not fully transparent or fair. Understanding and addressing these issues is crucial for ensuring that the gig economy works for everyone involved.

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This book made me feel things. A lot of things. Keep reading if you care to indulge me in a minor brain dump about Book 2 as I process…
From a fantasy and storytelling perspective: utterly enthralling. I loved getting to see Feyre’s healing from under the mountain, her adjustment to immortality, and her discovery of her newfound powers. I loved getting to see more of Prythian and see what happens next following Amarantha’s rule of terror. I judge writing as “good” by the ability to suck me into the story, world, and characters, and Mist and Fury was a page-turner from the start. 5 stars from me on that front.
But I really didn’t like the romantic plot. I wanted to be sucked into the beautiful notion of Feyre finding her mate. I generally enjoy layered characters and wouldn’t have minded learning more about Rhysand and his motivations. Yet I couldn’t read this book without constantly thinking about how much I disliked Rhys in Book 1. Good intentions or not, he behaved pretty horribly in ACOTAR. I can accept that he was protecting his family, his people, but can’t accept that as some sort of redemption arc simply absolving him from his manipulation and kind of awful behavior.
I also can’t help but feel that Rhys’s “redemption” came at the utter demonization of Tamlin. Which… felt a shame after Book 1. Tragic even, considering how deeply Feyre loved him, willing to face absolute horrors to get him back. And based on ACOTAR alone, I got the impression that he truly loved her too. He wanted to see her flourish. It’s post-Under-the-Mountain that his character shifted and he became toxic, and this reflection by Feyre makes me believe that, if we didn’t catch red flags about Tamlin in Book 1… the author probably didn’t intend us to, because they weren’t there yet:
“I had loved the High Lord who had shown me the comforts and wonders of Prythian; I had loved the High Lord who let me have the time and food and safety to paint. Maybe a small part of me might always care for him, but...Amarantha had broken us both. Or broken me so that who he was and what I now was no longer fit.”
I get it. I can accept that Maas told a story different than what I was expecting, and that doesn’t make it bad. I can just admit to myself that I much would have preferred a story where Feyre and Tamlin got to heal through their trauma and brokenness together, and we got to continue the beautiful love story from Book 1.
I gotta hand it to her, though. I don’t know if it’s what she intended, but I give her mad props for writing ACOTAR in a way that can stand alone. I plan to keep reading the series because I do want to know what happens to Prythian, even if the romance has fallen short for me, but love that I can go back to ACOTAR, be satisfied with the ending, and dream of an alternate-reality head cannon where Tamlin was a healthy mate for Feyre.
Anyway. Them’s my thoughts. Thanks for reading this far if you made it. 😂 Would love to know if anyone else shared any of these reactions upon finishing ACOMAF!

I got Special K downloaded and tried locally and globally to get the control panel to come up but cant seem to get it working. I fucked around and got it to finally work but closed the game and can't seem to figure out how I did it. Tried control - shift while game was opening and tried control - shift - backspace while game is running. It's like it's not working with the game properly. Any ideas will help. Cause I've been messing with this for hours now.

Boss and District Manager make me quit, costs them big time I'll start by saying that I never thought I would be on here, but after listening to SLASH, Am I The Jerk, and Ripe on Youtube I thought it time to tell my story.
For context, I (M 23) used to work at an electronics and entertainment store for three years and quit due to issues between workers and management. I had worked with a friend (M 36) at this place for a year or so. This friend was a good guy and great to hang out with when things weren't busy. He would find a job at another company and we would keep in touch as he would come in and chat occasionally. He would become a manager at one of these stores a small distance away. Each time he would try to sway me to come and work for him. I still liked what I was doing then and didn't think it was the right time to switch jobs. But again, due to management issues, I finally decided to quit and take up my friend's offer.
For the remainder of this story, my friend will be referred to as Dumb Boss. After a week or so I started at this new job I will not name, but they sell mattresses and rhyme with Jeep Hummer.
The first month of the job went very well as Dumb Boss trained me and another new employee, and the pay was very nice, and the work was nice with small amounts of actual labor. By the second month, things were doing okay as Dumb Boss continued to train me and the other employee more, but it started to change as my training would be halted in the process every time before I got to even finish. He would continue to do this every single time I was being trained, and stop it mid-session and start from scratch the next day I worked with him. I would never be able to even finish most of the day's training and only learn beginning things. I would say more about the training but it would say too much about where I am from and am.
A small time later I would get the news that my grandfather would pass and would wake up early to get the news. I would inform Dumb Boss later in the day before my shift of what had happened. My call would be very short as I told him of the passing and asked if there was any way I could call out that day. He would show some sympathy and tell me I could get the day, but after that, he didn't know. I would have to bring proof of the death and I would have the obituary already to show. He would go on to tell me the next day that I was in as I would only have that day to grieve that I would not be able to get any more days for my grandfather's death as grandparents weren't supposedly covered under bereavement as directed by him and Dumb District Manager (He'll be relevant later). On the day of my grandfather's funeral, I would have to work and Dumb Boss would have off. Me and the other employee I worked with, and is smarter than me when it comes to job things, talked about the situation of bereavement and who counted. She would ultimately look this information up for me and show me that grandparents were covered under bereavement and the information Dumb Boss and Dumb District Manager was not true. This made me upset and frustrated, enough to punch holes in walls, but I didn't. I would call Dumb Boss and tell him I was upset that the information he had given me was wrong and that I had missed my grandfather's funeral, something a person can't go back and do again. He apologized but looking back on it that phone call he showed little remorse or care. The next time I worked with him the same could be said in person. I would get no apology or communication from Dumb District Manager either about the situation. This was strike one.
Skipping some time to the next event I and everyone else were to attend a meeting for the whole district at a store about 100 miles from where I lived (Dumb Boss would have his own the day after ours). I was paid for the travel and had arrived at the store and worked with everyone that had shown up. Enter Dumb District Manager who was there for the meeting and mostly stayed on his computer the entire 8 hours we were all there. I thought everything went very well for my first meeting like this as we were being trained better than at our own stores. The next shift I worked with Dumb Boss and thought it would be a decent day, but would not be. I greet him and get ready as the store hasn't opened yet, him telling me he has to talk with me once I have finished. We talk and he tells me that even though the meeting/training went well Dumb District Manager and a couple of others had reported to Dumb Boss, as he had wanted them to, that I wasn't as good at the meeting as I thought. They had reported to him that I had been overly fidgety, barely worked with others, and was dressed like a cartoon. Please keep in mind, that I am no top-notch person. I make mistakes and like many other people no 100 percent good at a job. I do have issues with my legs that require them to move. I was nervous around people I had just met and did communicate with people in the training. Finally, I didn't understand why I would be dressed like a cartoon when I was the same as everyone else; in a shirt and tie. We talked about it then and throughout the day what went wrong and why, even though did my best, I was being treated like a negligent employee. This would go on Dumb Boss saying things like this to me and telling me I am not cut out for this and to just quit. This was strike two.
Strike three would happen two months or so later when the store would have a massive sale and pressure was on me and the other employee under Dumb Boss as he would press to make quotas that month or we are faced to be chewed out by him following his chew out by Dumb District Manager. The final day of the sale I would receive a nice old couple and when finishing up with them as I talked with them and the other employee talked with them they had purchased an item and had left to wait for it to arrive. Dumb Boss would walk over to me after they had left. Dumb Boss would tell me that I had a choice after they had left, either leave for the rest of the day and take disciplinary. The second choice was to stay and lose the commission on the sale I helped the elderly couple with. Now I did not know what he was going on about and he told me that because the couple I was working with had been talking with had talked with the other employee and she had left the floor and went to the back to collect herself. I would later find from her that she was just frustrated about the sale and trying to reach her quota and not because of what Dumb Boss was bringing up. I decided out of my own frustration and everything else that had been happening to just take the rest of the day and come back the next shift refreshed and able to talk to Dumb Boss with calm and collect. I would return and talk with Dumb Boss trying to keep a level head and would almost lose it as he told me that because I left he reported it to me being sent home to Dumb District Manager. After choosing the option to better help myself financially and leave and save my commission I would be given the third much later option of getting the commission taken away, losing the pay from the lost hours, and taking a disciplinary action regardless of what I did. This was the option that was forced on me after we talked and I knew this was it.
I was done and would put my notice in on the job about two weeks later and only need to give one week as Dumb Boss wanted to hire a new replacement and train them before the holidays. He even had the audacity to set up an interview for my replacement right in front of me. I was done like I said but I wasn't going out without a bit of a fight.
Something they had taught us throughout this job had been to say something if we see something. This was implied for any sort of ethics violations or issues that couldn't be brought up to management and be sent to an outside company they work with and their H.R. department. Remember that sale that we had at the store, well the sale was meant for friends and family only and no one else. Dumb District Manager told everyone to use the sale on anyone, he didn't care who and wanted the "coupons" we used gone, and if we didn't make the quota chewing would happen. This was considered an ethical no-no and Dumb District Manager and Dumb Boss didn't care as long as the coupons were gone. I would send in the ethics complaint stating what had been going on with the coupons. I know what some of you are thinking, I could have gotten Dumb Boss and Dumb District Manager on harassment, lies, etc. but unfortunately, two things happened. I am not as smart to put things like the lies and harassment on paper and turn it into H.R. The second is that I did send things to H.R regarding what had been going on via the ethics and how I was being treated but this went on deaf ears as Dumb Boss already told them crap to get out from this.
Basically, I left the last day with not even as much as a goodbye or good luck. I didn't need it though as I had pretty much left my own goodbye for him and Dumb District Manager with the ethics complaint.
I didn't hear much of what happened after I left, but after calling the other employee I worked with did I get more info. Turns out the ethics complaint actually went somewhere. She told me that Dumb Boss and Dumb District Manager were under investigation and that they were both getting their own write-ups for what they had pulled and lost the commissions not just for one sale but for the entirety of that month's commission totaling around 15,000 dollars.
If you can't hurt them where it counts, hurt their pocketbook.
P.S. Never doing another sales job ever again.

Some say that the night is the calmest time of the day, others never find serenity in the silence of the night.
I remember those nights when I woke up after short slumbers. I absent-mindedly made my way to the sink, purposefully keeping my head down as I washed my face.
Then came that one night, when I kept my eyes shut longer than usual after I had closed the faucet. I remember how I gathered all the courage I had, and I lifted my head slowly. I opened my eyes to see the mirror in front of me, and there I was looking at myself. A twenty-five-year-old man with more than twenty-five grey hairs on his head. That sight turned my apathy into rage. Without thinking, I raised my hand and I started to pluck every grey hair. Every time I plucked a hair I cursed a moment of my life. Hair after hair, I lost count. After I had plucked the last one that I could find I took deep breaths, looking back at myself. My hair was completely dark, like how a young man should have.
In awe of what I had just done, I stared at myself. I brushed back my hair with my hand, and as I did, I saw one last grey hair that hid underneath. I was determined to do to it the same thing that I did, but when I saw it by itself, I felt pity for it; for myself. It seemed as if it were begging for mercy, screaming "what have I done?" I slowly let it go and looked back into my eyes. I took some other deep breaths, and I told myself: "From this moment until the time those hairs grow back, I'll do what I can. To learn how to live, to escape this burden that I hold in my chest." I went back to my room, changed my clothes, and wore my jacket and headed to the house door. I put my hand on the metal handle, I remember how cold it was that winter. I opened the door.
I remember when I took the first step of my journey late at night. The smell of rain fresh in the air. The still water on the roads reflected the yellow lamps, creating a frigid world sparkling with dazzling lights. I slipped my hands into my pockets, and wandered aimlessly through the streets. No sounds were heard that hour, everyone was dreaming in their sleep. I walked between cars and through alleyways, reaching places that I never knew existed. I felt alone at that time, but that solitude was comforting. When I walk alone, no one knows where I go. My feet took the lead, head lost in thoughts.
I found myself on top of a hill at the edge of town. From that hight, I could see where the street lamps stop, drawing a line that separate the light from the dark beyond. Just before the last few lamps, I saw an old building that was abandoned before I was born. From the hill looking down, I could see that it had a large yard surrounded by a wall and a single gate. Everything about that building seemed dead, it was in ruins. I never knew what it was used for. Heard that it was an old storage but I don't know for what. That night, I didn't have the clarity of the mind to consider my decisions. I began walking towards it, wanting to see it up close.
I reached the gate. Its old rusted lock held the door shut with chains, but to my surprise, one of the hinges was completely dislodged giving me an easy access. When I entered I looked around the yard, There were many things scattered on the ground. Old tables, broken doors, and other things that I couldn't figure out how they ended up there. Every step I made was followed by a creaking of wood or the shattering of glass. I remember the way the building towered over me from that angle. The dark, open windows looked like the empty eye sockets of a skull staring back at me. The sound of the wind howling almost like it was daring me to enter. The stillness of that moment stunned me for a minute, and when I turned my back to leave, I heard a sound of something small calling from behind a corner of the building. I slowly moved towards it.
There, I saw a cat that had fear on its face. Next to it was a wooden barrel. When I approached the cat, it hissed at me. I was confused by that, why did it hiss at me instead of escaping? Then I heard a meowing of a kitten echoing inside the barrel. I knew immediately what this cat was protecting, she was the mother of that kitten. I examined the barrel from afar, I noticed that it was upside down. The upper side had a small hole on it, I assumed that was where the kitten fill from. I was certain that the underside didn't have a lid, so all I had to do was to carry the barrel slightly for the kitten to escape. However, every step I took forward, the mother hissed harder and backed up little by little. She couldn't understand that I wanted to help. I was concerned that she would either scratch me to keep me away, or even worse escape and leave her kitten behind.
I looked around me, I saw among the debris a long, wooden cane. I took it to reach the barrel without getting any closer. I walked around to the other side of the barrel where the mother cat couldn't see me. I slowly extended my arm holding the cane, grabbing the barrel by inserting the handle into the hole. I used the cane as a leverage, raising the side closest to the mother. The moment the gap became large enough for them to see each other, I heard the kitten's meows change from an echoing sadness to a bright call of longing. The mother without hesitation grabbed the kitten and ran away as fast as she could. Never looking back. I stood there asking myself: "If I weren't here this night, I wonder, would that kitten have died in that barrel?" I looked up at the face of the building again. Perhaps my feelings that night were only for me to save the kitten. I walked towards the gate again, leaving the building behind.
I walked the streets looking down. Without noticing, I reached a park that had no fence. It was full of children's games and flowers. It seemed like a memento of my past. The swings dangling without anyone to push. Standing next to the slide, I could see that I was taller than it was. It all seemed lost and forgotten, but what was funny to me was how the roses had the same colour of the pale sand under the yellow light. I walked and walked at that park, felt fatigued at the time. I saw a bench left alone in the middle of the grass. I sat there, reflecting on my life. And after some time, I buried my face in my hands.
I heard the sound of steps crushing the grass. They were getting closer until they stopped. I didn't even have the will to look up. I heard a raspy voice: "What's wrong?" I weakly looked back. Saw the face of a concerned old man. Many wrinkles on his face, hair completely white. When I saw him I tightly crossed my arms without saying a word, facing down and away from him. I could feel him staring at me, then without a word, he sat down next to me. The lamps turned off in unison as the light of dawn began to colour the sky. The hum of the breeze was contrasting the bitter silence between us. I didn't know that man and I don't think he knew me, but the circumstances of that encounter make two strangers seem like lifelong companions.
After a while, I heard his voice again: "You know, I remember when I was your age, I had done many foolish things that I am ashamed to admit. I had thrown away the future that I could have had. I regret everything that I did. But I am alive, and you still have a life In front of you. Don't waste it. You are still young". With those words he stood up and left. I saw his silhouette getting smaller and smaller until I couldn't see him anymore. I might have imagined it but the air felt easier to breathe then. The melody of the songbirds were in harmony with the beats of my heart. Amazing is the mind; it shifts from emotion to emotion on a whim, just like how the black night is replaced by the first rays of the sun.
It is that night that I so vividly remember. Now, many years have passed, I sit in my bedroom every morning combing my hair. The signs of age evident on me, my hair is completely grey. I remember that bittersweet night while holding back my tears from spilling, grateful for a moment that passed. I stand up to begin my day. Just as I am about to put my comb back in its drawer, I notice a single hair that has been caught between its teeth. I take that hair and look at it with a smile. The upper half is dark and the lower half is grey.

To catch everyone up MOAB is a popular subliminal used to boost other subliminals and comes with kind-of complicated instructions to use code to get it to work properly. Drastic changes and results have been attributed to this one subliminal in the subliminal subreddit.
A subliminal is a sound track with quiet affirmations masked by other sounds like rain, music, binaural beats or brown noise
I only used it for the first time last night (no results yet lol but I'm persistent). I just wanted to see if others here use it and what kind of results have you had from it. What combination of shifting subs do you use with it? What does your syntax/code look like?
Anyone else who with subs what are some of your favourite subliminals?

Captains, as voted last night, our Guard Headquarters and all the stations in the city have been connected to the new telegraph system! Alone, they're only able to communicate between each other (although even that is a significant benefit), but as the system is further developed, they'll be able to contact and be contacted by various locations all over the city, only increasing their effectiveness. We'll have more opportunities to install new telegraphs in due time.
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Morning Report: Healthcare: Our medical cabins remain sufficient for treating our ill and injured. Our current Gravely Ill are expected to recover sometime tomorrow. Raw Materials: 145 -> 215 (-12 Sickness) Coal: 2703 -> 2915 Rations: 674 -> 685 Hope: 5 -> 5 Discontent: 5 -> 5 (+1 Extended Shifts, -1 Guards) Fatigue: 2 -> 3 (+1 Extended Shifts) Extended Shifts: Extended Shifts have been disabled once more. (New discontent total: +1)
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Stat Chart:

Healthcare: 3/5 (Average) Capacity: 28 Treating: 27 (Sick 10, Injured 12, Gravely Ill 5) Healed per Day: 21 Untreated: 0	Carehouse Capacity: 15/15 Treating: 10 Engineers (Amputees), 5 Workers (Amputees)	Hope: 5/9 (Optimistic)	Discontent: 5/7 (Resentful)
Raw Materials: 215 +58/Day +10% Hope Bonus	Coal Production: +462/Day +15% Foreman Bonus on two mines Coal Usage: 435/Day Coal: 2915	Ration Production: 33/day Ration Consumption: 28/day Rations: 685 Estimated Days of Rations: 24	Steam Cores: 1
Natural Temperature: Freezing (-25°C)	Home Temperature: Citizens Living in Warm (+10°C) Housing: 336	Work Temperature: Sufficiently heated workplaces: 10 Insufficiently heated workplaces: 12	Fatigue: 3/7 (Overworked)
Population: (368 Citizens) (136 Workers) (32 Guards) (63 Engineers) (32 Medical Personnel) (32 Administrators) (14 Scouts) (59 Children)	Coal Mine Safety: 3/5 (Hazardous) -1 Base Safety -3 Toxic Fumes +1 Air Shafts +1 Ventilation Plant	Scouts: Unit #01 - 4 Unit #02 - 5 Polaris Scouts - 5	Guards: 0/32 Guard Posts - 30 Guard Booth - 2
Workers: 11/136 Coal Miners - 45 Steel Workers - 5 Lumberers - 15 Gardeners - 30 Amputees - 5 Hunters - 15 Prostitutes - 5 Cookhouse Amputees - 5	Engineers: 1/63 Researchers - 5 Amputees - 12 Gardeners - 10 Lumberers - 15 Steel Workers - 10 Foremen - 3 Generator Maintenance - 10	Medical Personnel: 9/32 Medical Cabins - 20 Care house - 2 Arrested - 1	Administrators: 7/32 Public House - 5 Guard Office - 6 Child Shelter - 4 Department of Information - 10

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This is just me venting. Many years ago, I built control panels for a living and used and loved my DeWalt tools. Had a power drill for years with no problem. Loved the wrenches and sockets I had. I used DeWalt tape measure, knives, some of the pliers, side cutters, nut drivers, tool boxes....and loved most all of them.
I went away for a few years to work on my poetry and just got back into panel building about 10 months ago. All the field guys love the red brand that begins with "M", but I remembered how great my DeWalt tools were, so I went and picked up some new tools for my job. I looked around and read some posts and heard people talk about how DeWalt quality has gone down, but I never had any problems with any of the tools I had, so I decided to remain loyal and go team yellow.
The first thing I got was the DCD791 cordless drill for like $150 at Home Depot. Then I got more tools, like a utility knife, tape, needle nose etc.. First thing I noticed was after a few months, the blade didn't like to push out on my folding utility knife. It got so bad, I went back and bought a different style, and put the folding one in a drawer. Then last month, the drill quit working. I was having problems with the keyless chuck and finally it would just rattle and not even drill. I went online to see what kind warranty it had. The site said 1 year service and 3 year limited warranty. I contacted them and they asked some questions about the drill and wanted some of the numbers off of it, which I provided.
The lady said that she would email me a UPS label to mail in my drill. That the repair place would look at it and if it was a factory default, they would fix it free. If it was misuse, they would tell me how much it would cost and I could decide if I wanted it fixed or not. If not, I would have to pay shipping to get it back. They asked for a credit card number and I provided one. I printed out the label and mailed my drill to them.
Because I needed a drill for work, I went and bought one for $100 from Home Depot. I didn't really want to do this, but I needed a drill. I thought maybe I could just return it when they fixed the other one
They emailed me a repair order with my information and a link to log in. When I logged in, I noticed it said $92 for the repair, even though they hadn't even received my drill yet. I figured this was just the way the repair orders were written up. A couple weeks go by and I get an email saying they have my drill. Another week and they email to say it was repaired and would be shipped back to me. A few days later they charge my credit card $106. I call the number and she says, the warranty is only a year long and the date code is 2 years old; that if I have my receipt to prove i bought it less than a year ago, I could send a copy and try to get a refund.
Of course, I can't find my receipt. Probably because I never had a problem with a DeWalt tool and didn't think I would need it. I know that is my fault, but this whole thing seems crappy. I spent $150 on the drill, another $100 for the repair and another $100 for a drill in the meantime. If I knew it was going to be $100 to fix it, I would have said No. I bought a brand new drill for $100. Why didnt they tell me that the repair was out of warranty and give me the option of refusing it? It seems like if they made a quality product, then customer service for repairs should be smooth and painless because repairs don't happen often. Instead, it seems like they know their products are going to break, so they make it difficult for you, thinking you will just go buy a new drill (which I did anyway). They should be able to take the drill apart and see that it was a manufacturer problem and just replace it. Making me jump through all these hoops just to charge for the repair, PLUS tax, PLUS shipping is just shitty.
I ignored the haters and stuck with them out of loyalty, and I feel like they shit on me. I take care on my tools. I put my drill back in the case after I used it every time. I see field guys just throw their red and blue drills around and drop them in dirt and the things last forever. I just feel slighted about the whole thing. The tools used to be just awesome. What the hell happened? I am not ready to abandon ship just yet, but I am wondering if I am doing the right thing. If the new drill I got or the fixed one they send back breaks in less than a year, I am probably going to shift to something else. Anyway, thanks for listening.

I have a huge dilemma.. I’m currently unable to work due to my family’s schedule and the area I live in. I’m pretty much home all day long and it gets very lonely. I’ve loved horses my whole life but I’ve only had two lessons and the last one was 10 years ago. I don’t have money and can’t afford lessons at all but I would LOVE to volunteer at a local stable and learn how to care for horses and everything involved with them, as well as get some activity and socializing in with the people. I love having work to do. I would only be able to volunteer about 3, maybe 4 times a week from morning (about 8am) to the afternoon (2:30 or 3pm) or maybe even all day if my sibling is off work. I am 21 right now and live in the US if those are factors. I’m sharing a car with my brother but he works most days of the week, however it’s mostly closing shifts. I’m totally okay with just volunteering without the lessons too, I really just want to be around horses in general. When I start working again I plan on paying for lessons and prioritizing it, but for now I’m okay with anything! I would still love to start riding though. Please let me know and thank you in advance!!

(Sorry if I can’t write correctly)
I don’t have anyone else to talk to about this but here’s what’s going on.
I’m trying to understand what my mom is trying to tell me, I hate not doing enough to help her but getting a job would be so helpful to my mental health.
For the past year or so I’ve been going through the process of diagnosis with some sort of chronic illness I’ve been experiencing for years, my doctor thinks it could be both ehlers danlos and pots, pots being the most obvious to me, but of course I’m going through tests and stuff first with specialists before anything is diagnosed.
About a year ago I quit my job because it became very overwhelming due to understaffing so my body was falling apart by the time I was finished with my shifts and I had to quit. During this whole time I’ve relied on my mom a lot because I’m 18 and I’m having a hard time, to be honest I feel like and she makes it seem like I’m a burden with her feeling bad for me and me not being able to clean enough or do enough homework ect.
I recently got a opportunity to apply for a new job, when I had my last job I quit because it was overwhelming because we were understaffed and I didn’t have enough breaks but this job would have more people and more room to relax. I also miss having my old job because even though it was difficult on my body it helped tremendously with my mental health, tonight I told my mom about this and her reaction really discouraged me.
Unfortunately my room is dirty, I have a hard time doing chores and cleaning, I have dirty clothes on my floor, and my mom says that she hates looking at them, and that she’s sad whenever I say I can’t do it because it’s overwhelming, but now I told her I want a new job, and she’s really mad, or in her words “pissed” that I could want a whole new job when I can’t even pick up my laundry, but my motivation and social life are so depleted right now because I never leave the house, and getting a job would very likely help me with that. I feel that my mom makes it seem like her real problem is with the fact that I’m having a chronic illness
I think I’m burdening her and she feels betrayed that I would want a job because she needs to justify that I’m incapable of doing better by myself, and that she’s the one who helps me with everything. That’s how I feel and how she kind of portrays these emotions. I know she’s overwhelmed too but I tell her that she doesn’t have to help me and that if it is overwhelming her to just leave it because my room being rough doesn’t really hurt me or make me upset. I’m also an adult but it is her house.
I wish she could understand that even though I can’t do these things doesn’t mean I’m incapable of wanting to. I’ve been trying, I’ve helped her babysit and fold clothes (even though she says that I need to take pride in it and that I don’t do it good enough,) even just starting to rinse my dishes is a goal I’ve surpassed lately, I have a holter monitor on too so I’m trying to figure this out, but to her I think I’m just lazy. I’ve also started school again and am doing really good, and I want to work, I want to do better and make her happy and afford my own things, but to her I shouldn’t want to because I guess all of her sadness and effort towards helping me would amount to nothing. Yes bending over for me feels like running a mile to her but I can’t express that, and my social needs and mental health really do affect my motivation to clean and do good in managing my symptoms.

Long story short; I didn’t know the consequences to putting both my name AND my exes on my dogs paperwork when I first got her. We were living together, I clearly thought it would be forever, it wasn’t, whatever. My question is: If I never return her to him (we have a bi-weekly custody agreement) will the law do anything for him? Will anyone come for me? My name is on her paperwork too, she belongs to me. He doesn’t have my address or know where I live (just the city) and he has my phone number, which I can block. He does not take care of her, he regularly works 12+ hour shifts, leaving her alone throughout the day and will not accept a buy out. Can I just not give her back? Would the police actually do anything for him or would he need to pay lawyer fees in order to reach me? I’m desperate. I just want my baby to live a good life with lots of love. I don’t care about the money. How do I go about this?

Recently bought a 2019 Nissan Sentra. Overall great car but noticing some growing transmission issues. Throws P17F3 and P17F4 codes as well as occasional acceleration hesitation, namely around 60-80mph. Additionally, jerking or juddering when slowing at lights, and a clunking when shifting from park to drive. I have 81.9K miles on the car and am likely still within the original 100K, 7 year warranty but I would like to know how completely screwed I am

Now I know the title may be an exaggeration, probably is, but I gotta rant about this somewhere and Hell is the nicest term I could come up with. The place I work at is 24 hours and it’s one of the worst places I’ve worked at and so I hope no one has to work in a place like this. Starting with management, since it’s 24/7 we don’t get holidays off, that’s alright, but the GM posted a note in the office saying if you request time off, you may not get it off and that you aren’t allowed to request time off in the summer because it’s our busy season. The employees, I have just learned, will seat you tables they don’t like or get a good vibe from, essentially triple seating you bad tables just because they don’t want them. The overnight crew that is supposed to relieve you can’t even keep up with to-gos, just letting them pile up and ignoring the drivers so that I have to assist the drivers when I’m trying to go home. Even on my shift my coworkers will ignore the front so I will be the only one helping them out. The chefs can’t make a simple hasbrown and instead spend their time coming to the FOH to grab the gummy’s is we have just received for a new drink or just not being back in the kitchen when we need them and instead talking with the servers or just eating their own food, one of them even eats there food on the line. The place smells of sewer, many guests have complained about it and I usually put up with it but now it’s starting to get to me. The clientele is the worst part however, multiple 10+ parties will leave you zero (I know I’m not obligated to a tip, we also don’t do gratuity at our establishment). People demand refunds on a meal that’s essentially 90% gone, the homeless sleeping in the bathrooms, the people who can’t wait on a list decide to scribble their own name in front of others in a wait list. A 2 top will turn into a 6 top because the original 2 people will just invite their friends in, and the list of problems goes on.
Now I have no problem with helping customers, especially the DoorDash drivers, that’s what I’m here for. And maybe some of the stuff I have listed doesn’t warrant a rant and I should just suck it up and deal with it, but I dunno, and this is only a small portion of what goes on in this place. I’m supposed to work this weekend but I really don’t know if so have the mental capacity to deal with this kind of stuff anymore. I’m not one for doing a no-call, no-show, but this place is purgatory. I could go much further into detail but then I would have enough for a novel long enough to match the Hobbit. So am I overreacting to all of this? Is this just how it goes sometimes?

So many Netflix "documentaries" seem far more like infomentires these days. I suppose they might meet the definition, but not the spirit.
Depending on the series/movie they often only explore one side of information, or they do a 80/20 split.
Even the "experts" that give interviews or commentary seem to be dubious a resource more and more. Netflix usually displays the person's name and some blurb about what they are "John doe, Yale University dept head of history" something like that.
Lately I'm seeing more questionable titles that at first glance sound legit, But on further review are pretty questionable as a source. Some have just been bloggers with no real credentials.
I know allot of us see different shows based on where we are so this might not be universally noticed.
But I feel like many of their docs have definitely been shifting from equal information, to lopsided information from experts that have less credibility than TMZ.

So I think I messed up Mother's Day...For the past few years I have organized a Mother's Day get together for my Mother (and her husband) and my sister (and her family). I've always gotten them a nice card and have generally tried to make it a nice time (bake a dessert, coordinate with their husband's on planning, etc.) but I have not bought them gifts. We have long ago stopped buying gifts for each other for all other occasions besides Christmas. However, this year my sister brought my Mom a gift (pretty sure she hasn't in previous years or at least didn't gift it in front of me) and her and my Mom both pointed out that I hadn't been giving gifts. It was implied that in not buying a gift that I was inconsiderate and not generous. My Mom later said she was joking but I genuinely don't think it was a joke. Should I have also got a gift?
I definitely don't want to diminish the importance of the day, but I also feel sensitive about doing the right thing. I am also sensitive that I am a single person and my income is considerably more than my family. In the past they have said that my ability to spend more on gifts made them uncomfortable. While I didn't think that was something worth comparing I told them I understood, and then shifted my gift giving to my neices and nephews, which I have always coordinated with my Mom and Sister to make sure I don't duplicate a gift or get something for the children that their parents wouldn't want them to have. I have thought that I have been generous but now I'm questioning if I should do more.

hi guys. i’m a shift and was told by one of my baristas that another shift has been acting weird towards them for a while now and that the harassment turned physical/sexual recently (outside of the store, when the shift gave the barista a ride home from closing). i immediately contacted my store manager and connected her with the barista, but my sm’s response was downright disgusting and seems to me to be out of line with sbuck’s harassment policy. i’ve expressed how disappointed and uncomfortable her response made me directly to my sm but was brushed off.
should my next move be to go to our district manager? my sm and the dm are good friends and i’m concerned that nothing will happen. is there someone else like ethics & compliance that i can contact? also considering directly confronting the asshole shift. any advice would be appreciated.

I cannot stop beating myself up about a medication error I made at work this week. To start: outcome is ok.
I set up a morphine drip on a comfort care patient. Hooked up primary saline to PICC. Hooked up morphine bag on the channel next door to my saline. Y-d in the morphine and on the saline tubing. Did a sign off. Did another sign off at shift change.
What none of us caught along the way, apparently, was that I crossed my primary lines above the freaking channels. Above. So I was running morphine at 10/hr and saline at 3/hr. The patient was very comfortable yet able to communicate needs during this, including being in some pain. So in the end I gave pt a dose that was probably right, I guess?
But still!! What if it had been, say, a heparin drip??
I feel SO dumb. Like…how? (Also if I work with you and told you about this already, hi). I genuinely don’t know how I fucked this up. I’m thinking I must have primed, hung, and then scanned everything. Freaking lesson learned. Hang one goddamn thing AND scan it and then move onto the second thing.
Also, had five patients that day. Four totals. A code. Off unit with a vented patient for an hour for a procedure. End of life discussions, and changing full code patient to comfort care that day.

I have both set to 3 and 4 and I still feel so much power is halted by the ecu. The wheel doesn’t raise an inch and I feel it lag when I shift sometimes(traction control). Should I continue to lower one or the other? I grew up without these fancy settings so idk how much even a low setting of these interfere with the engines performance.
I figured lower settings would still allow some amount of play while keeping me safe, but it seems it’s still geared more towards the safe side and doesn’t let me play around.
I want to be able to have fun but have that emergency back up that won’t let me spin out and low side the bike or or shoot up the front end to 12 o’clock.

This probably will sound insane but the oddest thing just happened to me and I’m still trying to process it. I was outside walking my dog when I heard a voice directly behind me clear as day. It was as if someone was standing a foot or two away. I think it sounded female but like a loud screechy whisper of maybe just one word. I can’t remember exactly what I heard cuz It scared the shit out of me. But I turned around but no one was there and I just stood there adrenaline pumping and confused.
My fiancé joked saying it was a ghost but I’m honestly worried. This has never happened before and I’m worried somethings wrong with me medically/mentally. I’m 29 and although I was diagnosed with PTSD from the military, it’s not THAT bad, I just get anxiety about public places, want my doors locked etc. I did only get 6 hours of sleep combined the last two nights, but I’m a cop who works shift work so that’s always been my normal.
What is a logical reason for what I just experienced? I don’t think someone was just messing with me cuz I don’t know how it would be possible, I was like in the middle of an open field.

Hello everyone! I’m 3 months in as a AA flight attendant. Yesterday I woke up- had to call out because I had an allergic reaction and could not make my standby shift. Started at 8:15am and I called at 6:30am.
I understand getting 2 points for this but do yall know how many points you get before you get fired? (These are my first points).

I'm just curious, I was hired on April 30th. I've worked a few shifts here, and then I work about 36-34 hours over the next two weeks. When should I be expecting my first paycheck? Note: This is my second job, and I'm unsure as to how bi weekly pay works. My first was weekly pay.