As per the title, we are based in Scotland.
Recently our landlord advised us that a surveyor would be coming out to see the house to advise on what work would be required for the new energy efficiency legislation for rented accommodation. We agreed to allow the surveyor to enter the property.
On the day, the surveyor turned up as did our landlord, who we had not been notified would be attending nor did we give consent to this. They entered the property together, did a walk through, and left ten minutes later. However, the landlord has now indicated that they are unhappy with the conditions within the home and that we will be "receiving a letter before it gets any worse", based on what was seen when entering the home.
We have recently brought a newborn into the house and are in the process of redecorating, and we were not informed that this visit would be an inspection nor (as previously mentioned) that the landlord would be in attendance. Had we been given notice that the landlord would be entering for the purposes of an inspection of living conditions, we would obviously have tidied the place up a bit, but we were given the impression this was purely to identify structural work needing carried out to ensure compliance with government legislation.
Given that landlords have to give notice in writing that they will be attending the property for any reason, was this an illegal entry by the landlord to the property?

Code

app/models.py

from django.db import models class Image(models.Model): image = models.ImageField(upload_to='images/') uploaded_at = models.DateTimeField(auto_now_add=True) def __str__(self): return f"Image uploaded at {self.uploaded_at}" 

app/forms.py

from django import forms from .models import Image class ImageForm(forms.ModelForm): class Meta: model = Image fields = ['image'] 

Environment

• Request Method: GET
• Request URL: *****
• Django Version: 5.0.4
• Python Version: 3.12.2

Installed Applications

pythonCopy code INSTALLED_APPS = [ 'django.contrib.admin', 'django.contrib.auth', 'django.contrib.contenttypes', 'django.contrib.sessions', 'django.contrib.messages', 'django.contrib.staticfiles', 'enhancer', ] 

Installed Middleware

pythonCopy code MIDDLEWARE = [ 'django.middleware.security.SecurityMiddleware', 'django.contrib.sessions.middleware.SessionMiddleware', 'django.middleware.common.CommonMiddleware', 'django.middleware.csrf.CsrfViewMiddleware', 'django.contrib.auth.middleware.AuthenticationMiddleware', 'django.contrib.messages.middleware.MessageMiddleware', 'django.middleware.clickjacking.XFrameOptionsMiddleware', ] 

Traceback

pythonCopy code Traceback (most recent call last): File ".\.virtualenvs\project-eXIbnYon\Lib\site-packages\django\core\handlers\exception.py", line 55, in inner response = get_response(request) File ".\.virtualenvs\project-eXIbnYon\Lib\site-packages\django\core\handlers\base.py", line 197, in _get_response response = wrapped_callback(request, *callback_args, **callback_kwargs) File ".\project\app\views.py", line 20, in home form = ImageForm() File ".\.virtualenvs\project-eXIbnYon\Lib\site-packages\django\forms\models.py", line 360, in __init__ raise ValueError("ModelForm has no model class specified.") 

Exception Details

• Exception Type: ValueError at /
• Exception Value: ModelForm has no model class specified.

Problem Description

I have specified the ImageForm class and created its instance in the views. I believe the templates are also correctly set up. Can anyone help me identify what I might be missing?

Questions about stat decs and de facto
Hello! I have a few questions. Me (Aussie citizen) and parter (UK on WHV in aus) are in the process of collecting our documents for 820 application.
Question 1: do stat decs need to be less than 6 weeks old when submitted in the application? - we have one from our old boss stating that we lived together in work accommodation but it’s from September 2023 signed by a local nurse and we are applying in September 2024- so it’s a year old. Is that okay, or does he need to do a new one just before we apply?
Question 2: how can we prove we live together other than just stat dec from company manageowner? - We both live on an island (in a couple room together) through work accommodation for over 12 months. We don’t pay bills only rent that comes out of our individual payslips. Due to the nature of the place we live, postal service was not available in the first 6months so we did not list it as our address and instead both got stuff sent to my parents house (which we could collect when we visited them). Once postal services commenced we got mail to the island again. Long story short- we’ve both received mail to the same address but to different addresses at different times that doesn’t match up with where we were living. I’m just worried this is confusing and I don’t know how to explain it to a case officer but we really need the mail as proof of shared residency. My drivers license and passport has my parents home address which doesn’t help either. How else can we prove we live together without lease or bills? I love our lifestyle but it’s not normal so much harder to prove
Question 3: did you write your statements (say for nature of household or commitment etc) on a stat dec? It doesn’t really have much room on the paper to write details? Do u type it directly into text box on the application or just all attachments formatted as a ‘presentation’ of sorts with photos and highlighting?
Question 4: can we apply for a double grant? Defacto start date 30 Jan 2023, so been living together for 20 months. I know the requirement is 3 years but it’s discretionary? Could we ask nicely in the cover letter? Or is that ridiculous
I just keep reading so much conflicting information that I feel like I am starting from square one again!

Hello! I have a few questions. Me (Aussie citizen) and parter (UK on WHV in aus) are in the process of collecting our documents for 820 application.
Question 1: do stat decs need to be less than 6 weeks old when submitted in the application? - we have one from our old boss stating that we lived together in work accommodation but it’s from September 2023 signed by a local nurse and we are applying in September 2024- so it’s a year old. Is that okay, or does he need to do a new one just before we apply?
Question 2: how can we prove we live together other than just stat dec from company manageowner? - We both live on an island (in a couple room together) through work accommodation for over 12 months. We don’t pay bills only rent that comes out of our individual payslips. Due to the nature of the place we live, postal service was not available in the first 6months so we did not list it as our address and instead both got stuff sent to my parents house (which we could collect when we visited them). Once postal services commenced we got mail to the island again. Long story short- we’ve both received mail to the same address but to different addresses at different times that doesn’t match up with where we were living. I’m just worried this is confusing and I don’t know how to explain it to a case officer but we really need the mail as proof of shared residency. My drivers license and passport has my parents home address which doesn’t help either. How else can we prove we live together without lease or bills? I love our lifestyle but it’s not normal so much harder to prove
Question 3: did you write your statements (say for nature of household or commitment etc) on a stat dec? It doesn’t really have much room on the paper to write details? Do u type it directly into text box on the application or just all attachments formatted as a ‘presentation’ of sorts with photos and highlighting?
Question 4: can we apply for a double grant? Defacto start date 30 Jan 2023, so been living together for 20 months. I know the requirement is 3 years but it’s discretionary? Could we ask nicely in the cover letter? Or is that ridiculous
I just keep reading so much conflicting information that I feel like I am starting from square one again!

Me and my ex broke up and I wrote letter to get thoughts off my mind that I wanna post to her household (see below)
Me and my ex broke up after 3 years about 3 weeks ago, she's started spending time with another man but I've wanted to get some stuff off my chest and to her family, I've written 2 separate letters one specifically for her and one for the family which I'm going to post after both of our exam periods are over but I'm second guessing myself, we broke up because she got exam stress anxiety and said she couldn't handle a relationship RN but messaged me saying that she wouldn't get over me if she didn't move on and that I should see her as a C*nt because she's started spending time with another man, but I still feel for peace at heart I need to send these below, I never had it in me to introduce her properly to my side of the family because I was scared by their views but now that it's past that point ive realised I had nothing to lose.
Letter to her
Dear "name", I hope you have it in you to read one final letter from me. Are you doing doing better now without exam stress or anything? the first month after we broke up was unbearable for me, I think you found comfort through another guy which I'm happy for you I hope he's giving you what I regret not being able to give you and more. I finally understand how you felt whenever you said you couldn't stomach food and you couldn't sleep cause you'd have too much running through your head keeping you up crying, I didn't ever think I'd end up experiencing them things but I realise now how much I really loved you, I'm doing better now and I hope it's the same for you and I just wanted you to know that even though we are ex's if you ever hit a dark spot in your life and you need someone to talk to feel free to contact me whenever no matter when it is I'm more than happy to help you, we ain't strangers after all and I hope you don't view us that way we did have some amazing times together remember. I know my biggest mistake was always being too scared to show you to the world and ik that I realised too late, it's my biggest regret and in a heart beat I'd reverse it because you were worth spending my life with regardless of what other people thought. I told you countless times not to let others dictate our relationship without realising I was doing it myself aswell so I'm sorry. If you do read this letter through and don't just get rid of it without second thought i hope you're in a better place now, wherever you are mentally and whatever you're doing physically I hope you're happy without regrets because they eat you apart don't let the past stop you from enjoying your future. N x
Letter to parents
"Name and "name", Thank you for accepting me over the past few years and welcoming me into your home, I'm sorry I couldn't do the same for your daughter with my life and I truly regret it but ill live on with it knowing I should of taken that chance because I really wanted her forever, I'm really going to miss the company of you and the girls and I hope you can all forgive me for not giving your daughter what she wanted and needed, I've realised in the past month that I've never loved someone as much as her and it's been really hard seeing her carry on with life while it feels like mines stopped, if "name" ever ends up low and in need of someone to chat too please remind her that wherever and whenever she can talk to me, I'd hope I'm not treated like a stranger whenever it may be. if you read this letter know that I absolutely cherished and adored your daughter from the bottom of my heart, I hate that I can't see the girls grow up cause I absolutely loved seeing them all, talking and spending time with the whole family, I really will miss you all and I wish you all the best. N x

Code

app/models.py

from django.db import models class Image(models.Model): image = models.ImageField(upload_to='images/') uploaded_at = models.DateTimeField(auto_now_add=True) def __str__(self): return f"Image uploaded at {self.uploaded_at}" 

app/forms.py

from django import forms from .models import Image class ImageForm(forms.ModelForm): class Meta: model : Image fields = ['image'] 

Environment

• Request Method: GET
• Request URL: *****
• Django Version: 5.0.4
• Python Version: 3.12.2

Installed Applications

pythonCopy code INSTALLED_APPS = [ 'django.contrib.admin', 'django.contrib.auth', 'django.contrib.contenttypes', 'django.contrib.sessions', 'django.contrib.messages', 'django.contrib.staticfiles', 'enhancer', ] 

Installed Middleware

pythonCopy code MIDDLEWARE = [ 'django.middleware.security.SecurityMiddleware', 'django.contrib.sessions.middleware.SessionMiddleware', 'django.middleware.common.CommonMiddleware', 'django.middleware.csrf.CsrfViewMiddleware', 'django.contrib.auth.middleware.AuthenticationMiddleware', 'django.contrib.messages.middleware.MessageMiddleware', 'django.middleware.clickjacking.XFrameOptionsMiddleware', ] 

Traceback

pythonCopy code Traceback (most recent call last): File ".\.virtualenvs\project-eXIbnYon\Lib\site-packages\django\core\handlers\exception.py", line 55, in inner response = get_response(request) File ".\.virtualenvs\project-eXIbnYon\Lib\site-packages\django\core\handlers\base.py", line 197, in _get_response response = wrapped_callback(request, *callback_args, **callback_kwargs) File ".\project\app\views.py", line 20, in home form = ImageForm() File ".\.virtualenvs\project-eXIbnYon\Lib\site-packages\django\forms\models.py", line 360, in __init__ raise ValueError("ModelForm has no model class specified.") 

Exception Details

• Exception Type: ValueError at /
• Exception Value: ModelForm has no model class specified.

Problem Description

I have specified the ImageForm class and created its instance in the views. I believe the templates are also correctly set up. Can anyone help me identify what I might be missing?

It’s too long to go into but I did something shitty to my daughter and she still won’t forgive me. I was staying with her after a disruption in my life. I could tell my presence was causing problems in her relationship. Long story short, I packed up and left. It was really crappy on my part and I handled it horribly. It probably sounds like our family is a little crazy but she had a great childhood with a lot of stability in a beautiful home. I gave her lots of love and devotion but now she’s acting like I’m a terrible mom and she’s ignoring me. The pain is too much to bear and it’s all I think about. I miss being a part of her life but I don’t think she’s going to let me back in. I’ve apologized via voicemail, email, texts, and letters. Help?

Hi all,
I am sitting here fuming and feeling scared, as an ex from five years ago has once again started bombing me with messages, and just now I got a message (after me ignoring the three messages he sent in the past weeks) that he is in my city and "why can't I just give him a chance and meet him for coffee?" (he lives in another country.) He knows where I live because we dated and he has been here. Now I am afraid to leave my house.
Backstory is that we dated for only 6 months long distance- as in, we only spent a total of 6 weekends together, and I ended it when he told me he slept with someone else (which may or may not be true- it's possible he said it to try to make me jealous. To me it didn't matter; I was done.) I was already about to end it at that point because I just didn't feel a strong connection with him. He, however, seems to have had a different experience and talks about the amazing connection we had.
When we broke up he kept saying I needed to give him another chance, and he screwed up, bla bla bla. I said I wasn't angry with him, and wished him the best, but that I didn't want to continue anything. I kept saying this as he continued to beg. He said he didn't think it was fair. I said I was sorry he felt that way, and sorry he was so sad, and that I held no animosity towards him, but did not want to continue on, even as a friend. I explained until I was blue in the face. He unfriended me on Facebook, which I didn't even notice, and then wrote me that he had done it in a rage, but regretted it, and could I please accept his friend request if he re-added me? I wrote back that it was probably better as is, and a clean break. I blocked him on Facebook.
Then he started messaging me on email and Instagram and even sent me a snail-mail letter. I was fed up with my "no" being disrespected at that point, and stopped indulging him with a response. This seemed to only increase his messages. I started to feel like he was a stalker. And he relentlessly messaged me, like 3-4 messages a month going on and on reminiscing about our first date, and the concert we went to, etc., saying we had such a deep connection (we really didn't! This is all in his mind!) I never answered anything. Total radio silence. But he wouldn't stop for FOUR YEARS. About a year ago, he stopped, and I thought he was finally gone.
Until two weeks ago. He wrote me a long email saying "You probably don't want to hear from me, but if you have a heart, you'll respond. I just want to be in your life, and I think we owe it to the connection we had to be friends..." bla bla bla. Same stuff, manipulating me with saying if I didn't respond I didn't have a heart. He interestingly wrote that he was now in a relationship, and SHE had encouraged him to reach out to me. I felt really angry, because I was very nice when we broke up, letting him have his process and tell me how he felt initially, but clearly and kindly saying I did not want to continue anything, including friendship, until after weeks I stopped responding. I am sure he told his new girlfriend that I never let him explain or just ghosted him, which is categorically untrue, with dozens of initial messages from me. He just cannot accept my NO and is trying to force a yes.
And now, today, he emailed me to say he is in my city and he needs to see me, and I owe him at least a coffee. This is over 5 years after our very brief relationship, and I am really concerned about the escalation to him coming here (he lives 4 hours away, across the border in another country.) I feel like I am a hostage in my own home because I am too afraid to leave, as I know he is probably in my neighborhood, waiting somewhere. Thankfully I live in a building which is set back off the street and has a locked front entrance, though I worry someone will let him in when they leave.
I do not need this shit in my life. I do not want this drama (he always loved drama and tried to stir it up, which is part of why I ended it. I am allergic to drama at this point in my life.) I wish I had a partner to tell him to F off, but it really annoys me that my own NO as a woman is not enough for him. I do not want to be looking over my shoulder forever and dealing with this obsessive guy I dated briefly half a decade ago. What do I do? I know not engaging with him is the usual advice, but this has not worked, as I have completely ignored him for many years, and that didn't stop him. I'm fuming and scared this will escalate even further, now that he has literally traveled to my city and is able to come to my home. I feel unsafe.
HALP!

Walks out with 500.00 tool, as I'm entering to pick up a delivery.
Think she paid? They went out and tried to get plates, not sure what happened.

So I am in an associate in the New Jersey Metro area. I asked my supervisor to look into getting our department two new air craft carriers. Since ours are basically an accident waiting to happen.
So my supervisor went to management and asked for new ones. Management said oh they don’t give new ones to stores because they are too expensive but they will sent the techs out to look at the wheels and replace them.
Well they replaced the wheels but the whole assembly is bent and it still doesn’t roll it has sharp metal from being bent all around the cart.
In lumber you use the aircraft carrier too safely unload and unstrap loose product. So since ours is broke we have to use a table top and it is very sketchy. I was going to call the aware line but our district manager already knows that we need new carts and he honestly doesn’t care.
According to my supervisor he was told that management said we don’t have the budget this year. I told him that when someone gets seriously hurt then maybe they will think otherwise.
My buddy who is a labor union worker told me to go to an osha office with pictures and video of the cart.
I don’t want to make waves and I don’t want too get hurt.
I’ve only been with Home Depot a year and is this how Home Depot operates across the country? Let’s preach safety but when a safety issue costs too much we just write it off.
Our store is not a 110 million a year store. So the stores that don’t make allot can’t spend allot.

So I'm a new freight associate for about 5 weeks now in NY. Im planning to transfer to another home depot in VA but I understand that I have to put in some time (6 months I believe) before I can transfer.
What if I just apply to store in VA while i'm working here in NY? would that work?
Thanks.

Here I need to pause and vent a moment, a little nagging thing, ever to persist if I do not get this complaint out, noted down and filed, if only for my own sake. But know this: I am, and not I, am the one who writes these scripts.
Look, I am aware, that from every perspective beyond my own, it should only become all the more obvious with inspection that I have a full blown God complex. I had even been told such, perhaps some months now ago. But from within my mind alone the idea cannot even be taken seriously, like when someone suggests that I think me their better... an absurdity, for we have been the same persons. But we surely do have a God complicated. The trouble is not that I think me better but that you see something or another unfamiliar and you judge yourself therefore lesser! Oh, go on and lay it upon me if you must, for I shall and I will bear a light and heavy burden.
Indeed I am aware, even that I am deluded, all muddied and obscured, I can see it clear. In fact many may well be quite surprised —or even disbelieve it outright —to know just what extent to which I am self-aware: vivid detail, hyper critical, macro, micro, flash fire in the mirror pan, turning fast, no blur, no lens flare. Shutter shudderingly quick: instantaneous. Within the instance, I am it.
And, if we should here grant a passing....
Selah
Vis a vis, c'est la vie, mon ami. (hold) pause+start, input code Konami
Let go that thought. Or do you not know?
You ought to be careful what it is you wish for.
Yes, as I speak, verily as I live and breathe,
God is, indeed, and I, I am He.
And just what by that do I mean? Because surely, I am not saying what you think I am saying... hmm?
God: inasmuch as what you likely mean by that word, capital and proper, if you are within the ballpark parking lot of Christianity, Islam, Manichaeism... or really just about any major world religion, actually. However, in all such cases, your presumptions put whoever you think I really am, in error.
There is a person, this person is not me. Here are words, formed of letters, which are unto death, as you (esp, who contend me) have surely read, yes? And these words they are written (for all intents and purposes) with instruments, manipulated by fingers, hands —like leaves to twigs, twigs to branches —limbs, of a body of a creature, to wit: a/an (hu)man.
Now of this body there is a head, and in this head, squishy bits: the greater part of which, all coalesced, likely perhaps, you may call it a brain. But in this brain there is a mind, and though often interchanged, these are in fact not to say, strictly the same. For the mind it is a battlefield... wait. Or was that love? Who can say? And are you not entertained? Ha!
Either way, this mind then it is as a hub, centrifugal it spins, as on an axle, an axis, or rather, axes (axis' plural, that is —not to be confused with that with which something such or another might be hewn... oh.. ah.. well, hm.. nevermind that then), many axes, yes, as like wheels within wheels, a gimbal: what I speak of, such it is. And a wheel indeed, for this hub has fit to it spokes, of which, one is that brain, and its body, its host.
That is the person, of whom I am speaking, connected to that brain, and through its hands and fingers I am speaking, so to speak. I am that person, and that person is not me. For that person alone can not contain the breadth of being, it is omnivalent. And what of these many others? And what even of you? Indeed it is True: as many as are formed unto the image of the son of man, these are I and I am them.
And, as I said of that hub, how it spins, —unlike the lilies of the field, and such like them, and, is more often wont to be without from the wind —upon axles many, verily, I, aye verily. And what is likely to be found at any wheel axle's other end? Amen another hub fit with many spokes to a rim. And between wheels there is... what is this? A differential, an apparatus of gears, bearing separate systems, even controverse, along, together, this watchtower. For wherever two are gathered in my name, there I am among them. That two —and a great many more, I asure you —may travel together, even disagreeing so often as they do.
And I am here I am swung low, coming for to carry you home.

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I was at a disadvantage before, looking around in unknown territory, but here? This is my house. My country. My library! I have walked around these halls so many times that I have a pretty good mental map of where everything is. Considering the most requested academic tomes are under the protection of the Librarian, I go investigate the shelves on the first floor, where you find mostly reference books.

All this confidence I managed to build up disappears the instant I notice there’s a group of students in the lodges to the side of the hall, just minding their own business. My throat dries up, my knees shake a little bit.

Saints damn it, why aren’t you all on vacation!?

And they are sitting right on my way, between me and the shelves. I am sure the symbol has to be on the shelves…

“Time to turn tail and run, like always.”

“You can do it. Take a deep breath, look straight onwards and walk!”

Taking her advice, I do my best to not look at ANYTHING and just go straight as an ant to the shelves.

“Wait. What if any of them say hi? Oh no. Uhm. Take a quick look! But make it super, super quick!”

Damn it.

My eyes slowly turn to the left as I am walking. Are they looking at me? Did they look at me? WILL they look at me? They don’t seem to even notice me. Should I call for their attention? Should I say hi? I don’t even know them, that would be weird. But what if I do know them and I just don’t remember? There’s lots of law students around, maybe they are law students? I can’t see their books from this distance, maybe I need glasses. Would glasses make me look unassuming? I wish people didn’t look at me…

Eventually I reach the shelves without exchanging a single word with these people. I really, really hope I didn’t look like a nervous wreck while walking by, but I guess there isn’t much I can do about that now, can I? Ugh, I can barely focus as I start looking on the shelf itself, trying to find anything out of the ordinary…

“You’re nervous when there’s a lot of people, and you’re nervous when there’s few people. What will it take for you to be happy about something, huh!? Tiresome bitch…”

I sigh loudly. I left my S.O.S. at home, so I can’t really get rid of these voices tonight… I’ll have to brave them.

“It will be a hard time… but you can do it.”

Taking a deep breath, I continue trying to focus on finding that damn ‘golden symbol’ around the shelves, even taking out a few suspiciously out of place books, just to check if the symbol could be carved on the back of the shelf or something…

Nothing.

I spend a good long hour checking each shelf on the first floor as methodically as my body allows… before I know it, I have given up on everything and am sitting on a bean couch at the main hall, letting my eyes close slowly…

… When I open them again, I practically jump out of my chair.

Did I just fall asleep!?

“Oh boy.”

I pick up my phone to check… It's 2 in the morning.

“Oh boy! Who could have guessed things would go wrong, huh?”

I can still feel the sleepiness in my limbs, my eyelids feel so heavy. Saints, help your poor servant!

The lights feel so vibrant here, so annoying and white. I can practically hear them buzz… but then, I notice something else. The smell of decent coffee, recently brewed. I look around, quickly finding the librarian at her desk, serving cups of coffee to the group I saw… I think of going over and taking one but that would probably imply conversation. And I am not ready for conversation! I—

“Oi! You finally woke up!” The librarian catches me instantly with a knowing smirk. “Want a cuppa?”

I freeze. For a moment I think: ‘hey, let’s pretend I didn’t hear her!’, but I don’t have my headphones on and I made eye contact. I am trapped, TRAPPED.

“M-Mhm.” I manage to whimper, nodding my head quickly.

“Then come over, don’t be shy. We’re all night owls here.”

There is a sense of community there that’s quite alluring, but the curious looks of that group of students really feel like cold daggers on my chest. Still, I gather all my courage and robotically walk over to the group, taking a styrofoam cup, and then watching the woman fill it up slowly with coffee as black as my soul. Just like I like it… just with a hint of sugar, though.

“So you finally came around again. I was wondering what happened to you.” The old lady looked at me, knowingly.

“You… you recognize me?” I can’t help but feel a mixture of happiness and abject horror mounting on my back.

“My child, I recognize every single person who comes to my library! I know them all, believe it or not! Including these rascals over here.”

The others laughed. I just looked at my coffee while mixing a teaspoon of sugar in it. She’s probably joking, right? I mean… there’s no way she actually memorizes every visitor, right?

“Maybe she’s a witch.”

Knowing what I know now? I wouldn’t be surprised. I just take a sip of my coffee.

“You’re not here to study for the special tests, are you?” The lady again read me like a saints’ damned book. “You’re looking for something special.”

“It’s nothing that ominous.” I quickly cover. “I am just looking for a particular book, but I am not sure where I could find it in the library.”

“Why not ask for help? I am right here, precisely for that!” The Librarian puffed up her chest. “If I don’t get anything to do, I get bored.”

“Ah, well, you see…” I start getting nervous again. I can’t just tell her the truth! What if I slip and this woman turns out to be a cloak testing me? Or worse, a sleeper! I am quite sure the whole ‘Secret of magic’ is a very serious matter! I could get her and myself in a big pickle!

The woman seems to notice my distress… and instead of trying to reassure me, the damn crone just goes and says:

“Is it poooorn you’re after, boy?~”

Saints help me.

The others are laughing and looking at me all smiley, why!? Why must this lady put me in a situation like this!?

“T-There’s the internet for stuff like that!” I blurt without thinking. “I mean! Ah! Damn it!”

More laughs. At this point my face must be lighting up red and radiating hotter than active uranium.

“I. Can’t. It’s a symbol!”

“A symbol?” One of the other students tilted his head with curiosity. “What kind of symbol? Are we talking chemical or arcane?”

“Nerd spotted. You’re among comrades here, breathe easy.”

It’s hard to breathe easy when people are actively laughing at me, saints damn it!

“It… symbolizes gold.” I finally relented. “I am not sure which one of the many, many interpretations it could be. I thought of the alchemical symbol for gold, or a Sun, who knows…”

“That’s a little vague.” The student said, frowning a little bit and rubbing the back of his neck. “The symbol is in the book? Like, on the cover?”

What am I even supposed to answer to that!?

“I. Think?”

“Well.” The Librarian recovers the reigns of the conversation with a grin. “If that thing you are looking for isn’t here? It may be a literature tome. You know, on the second floor.”

“Y-Yeah…” I sigh. This whole conversation has just been so stressful.

“Well! It could be the Golden Ratio!” One of the girls says. “You know the Golden Ratio?”

“Isn’t that the whole shell inside a rectangle thing?” I blink.

“Yeah! They use the helenian letter ‘phi’ to represent it.”

The girl is nice enough to draw it for me…

Phi
I stare at the symbol on the paper for a moment. That’s… actually useful. And it does make sense! It could be this! Suddenly inspired, I stand right up and finish what’s left from my coffee in one gulp, not even caring that it burns my damn throat as I do so.

“Okay, this works. Thank you!” Without even feeling the anxiety attack me again, I bow my head and turn around to go right for the stairs!


When Tav had turned around and moved out, the Leader of the Coven looked at her young apprentice with a frown, shaking her finger slowly at the girl.

“You shouldn’t be so obvious with your hints, young girl.” The woman shook her head softly. “We could have had fun with her for at least another hour!”

“I didn’t feel like being cruel today.” The apprentice said with a sleepy grin, while some of the others ruffled her hair and called her a ‘softie’. “The Bastard needs a way to learn! And it would be sad to see the Overseer waiting for another night…”


I rush past the empty reception desk on the second floor, joging without even caring about the ‘No Running’ rule as I go head first into the wooden shelves of the literature section. And it doesn’t even take me that many attempts to finally see something: a symbol carved on the wooden side of one of the shelves.

Phi. Lower case. Small enough to not be disruptive, but big enough to be noticeable.

My eyes widen, and I immediately approach the symbol with awe invading my body. I don’t even dare to touch it at first, that’s how big my excitement is! Whatever does this mean!? Is this whole building the Elysium? Or just the second floor? Isn’t this place way too public for what they mean to do?

Finally giving up on trying to be cautious, I just touch the symbol. For a moment nothing happens, and I feel the panic starting to take over again.

“Trust the process, maybe it takes a moment!”

I keep my finger pressed on the carved symbol for a moment, taking slow, deep breaths as I try to keep myself from going into a saints damned anxiety attack. But then, something does happen. Octarine, that strange colour, starts filtering from my very veins and into the symbol, filling in the carving before flowing on the air like a river of vibrant purple-green. It advances in front of my eyes, dancing and spiraling before flowing deeper into the library.

“What…?”

“What are you waiting for!?”

“Follow it!”

I don’t have to tell myself twice! My legs don’t have the energy to keep running, but the colour is not flowing super fast, so I can just walk behind it until it reaches an empty wall on the deepest side of the second floor. I put my hand against it and push slightly, this time trying to cause the flow myself! My excitement knows no bounds when the colours flow from my forearm to my palm, and then spread on the wall like vines growing in all directions.

“Idiot! What if someone can see you!?”

Biting my lower lip, I quickly turn around. No one followed me, good! I can focus again on the wall, or in this case the lack of it: where there was a wall now there’s an entrance, a black hole just waiting for me to jump in. With a sigh, I decide to ignore my anxieties and just go into the darkness, being quickly surrounded by it as the wall quickly appears again behind me.

It takes a moment for my eyes to get used to the room, but when they do the way is clear: a spiral stairway going up.

“More stairs… why do people here love their stairs!?”

With a frustrated grumble, I take a step on the stairs, only for them to start moving on their own. Huh. Now that’s convenient! I just let them take me higher and higher, without even questioning how they move without mechanisms or electricity. Magic is just Like That™.

It doesn’t take long until the light hits me: a faint, gentle blue light, like a beautiful night sky. My observation proves right on the money, for what I find on top of the stairway is a tremendous planetarium: a dome of darkness with distant white lights showing the spectacle of the stars right above us.

There are some tables and chairs around, some bookshelves too… and sitting on one of them, was the specter of someone I know. The figure of a certain book vendor.

Miss Pelafina gently brushed some of her dyed black hair behind her ear to look at me with a mocking grin.

“Took you long enough, didn’t it? Kid.”

This is a bit of a rant.
F2 on psychiatry. It’s a good rotation overall as I see loads of interesting cases and it’s well supported.
There is a PA on the team who is absolutely useless. He doesn’t do bloods or ECGs so I and the other FYs and CTs are doing such scutwork. He simply says it’s not his job to do bloods and ECGs. Doesn’t even have to scribe in those MDTs so the doctors are doing this as again he claims it’s not his job. Doesn’t even do discharge letters which can be done even from home as we get laptops so we doctors take turns working from home to clear discharge letter backlog. The only thing this PA wants to do is do patient reviews or clerking where obviously he cannot prescribe or do section 5(2) so additional work generated for doctors because he does an absolute shitty job so we end up clerking ourselves to cover our asses. In the hospital, nurses would be doing bloods and ECG. Told my consultant and he knows this is bad but nothing he can do as it was management’s decision
Never seen a PA do scutwork even in hospital and saw one try to put in a cannula in an arrest and he was absolutely trash and it was obvious he hadn’t done a single one ever since he graduated from PA school and the anaesthetist leading the arrest told him to ‘get lost’ literally as he was deadweight (this PA does own endoscopy lists whilst the Gastro SpR does the firefighting on the wards)
So you can see these people do not in anyway help our workload but instead do the very opposite and are clearly a liability with their lack of knowledge, skills and insight. Yet I see hospitals stop JCF recruitment and hire new PAs instead which even the consultants oppose but uneducated hospital management love them because they’re ‘cheaper’ and on paper looks like they have improved staffing but reality is that these people are deadweight and have only increased workload for the existing doctors who are held responsible for these deadweights.

Greetings! Since the subject came up recently about AI-written job posts, I twiddled by MS-Copilot and asked it to write a help-wanted ad for hiring a freelance writer.
Here's what it spat: (down to the ### )

Help Wanted: Talented Freelance Writer

📝 About Us: We are a dynamic and growing online platform dedicated to delivering high-quality content across various industries. Our mission is to inform, engage, and inspire our audience with fresh perspectives and compelling storytelling.
🔍 The Role: We’re on the hunt for a creative and self-motivated Freelance Writer to join our team. If you have a passion for words and a knack for crafting engaging narratives, we want you!
Responsibilities:

• Produce original content on assigned topics. • Research and fact-check information to ensure accuracy. • Collaborate with our editorial team to refine articles. • Meet deadlines with consistency and reliability. 

Requirements:

• Excellent writing and editing skills in English. • Ability to write in a variety of tones and styles. • Strong research skills and attention to detail. • A portfolio showcasing your writing abilities. 

Perks:

• Competitive pay rates. • Flexible work hours. • Opportunities for growth and development. • A supportive and collaborative remote work environment. 

How to Apply: Send your resume, a cover letter, and two writing samples to email\@domain.com. Use “Freelance Writer Application” as the subject line.
We can’t wait to read your submissions and welcome a new voice to our team!
Feel free to customize this template to better fit the specific needs and brand voice of your platform!

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It includes that last line in the output, so it might be fun to scan your FrankenSPAM for tell-tale filler text at the end like that.
What have we learned? AI-text is basically easy to spot, and is really not that different from the years of fill-in-the-blank templates and business mail that commerce has deployed for decades. It sounds canned and trite, because it's the "elevator music" of text.
I have seen a lot of work posts on UpWork just like this, and indeed on dozens of other job-board sites. I love the emphasis on "story-teller" and "narrative," which do ring true as the hot content-creator buzzwords of 2024.

Let me tell you a story about a friend of mine who got selected at PwC from campus placement. The contract was 6 months of internship after that 1 year of full time job. Now here’s the thing. The internship went pretty well and after that she received joining letter for 1 year full time as an Associate. From the day of joining she was put on bench for a month and then next month they put her on a project where she was doing exactly what she was told. No complaints about her work. But then after one month they took her out from the project apparently. And after a week she received an email regarding a meeting where she wasn’t informed about what’s gonna happen in that meeting. When she joined there was her manager & a consultant. They told her that her communication skills weren’t that good that’s why they are putting her on PIP. Like seriously no prior warning nothing. No mails regarding why they are putting her on PIP. And a month after that they told her to resign and said if they fire her it won’t be good for her resume. And since she was new to all this she resigned without asking anything. Now we have been looking for jobs for like more than 3 months. The company was PwC . Such shameful politics going on in these so called big MNCs and this is the truth.

New Jersey EZPass violation notice/scam
Has anyone had any problems with New Jersey Turnpike sending a violation notice despite having an Ipass transponder from out of state? We are from Chicago, and decided to take a road trip to Niagra, New York and Washington DC for spring break. When we returned home to Chicago a couple weeks later recieved 1 violation notice from New Jersey Service center EZ pass. I have a transponder through Ipass Illinois and so responded with a letter of dispute to protest the notice. I even sent proof of transaction from my transponder and funds to the toll. Fast forward 2 weeks later, I recieved a determination of rejection to my dispute.
I clearly went through many tolls through my travel to New York, DC, and Niagra, but I cant explain how New Jersey Service Center determines this violation.
Their letter of determination to reject my protest was detailed with 3 reasons.

1. The dispute was not submitted within 50 days of the Recorded transaction. (That is a lie because I responded with in 20 days). As a matter of fact their letter to reject my protest is 36 days of the date in question.
   
2. The Vehicle license plate number and license plate state associated with the recorded transaction was not updated to your EZ pass account with in 3 days from the date and time the dispute was submitted for processing. (My license, license plate number has never changed, I passed through multiple tolls through out the trip and never had an issue). I fail to understand how this even applies when my Ipass has been associate with me for ever.
   
3. The E-Z pass account was not sufficiently funded on the day the dispute was processed. (That makes no sense because I have proof that the money was taken out of my account by the toll on the date and time in question).
   

Im wondering if anyone else has run into this pronlem.

Issues with cut, copy, paste, =
Hi everyone. New here, and I am completely mind blown by my issue, so is the IT staff at work. While connected to the internet at home, being wifi or hardwired Ethernet connection, I cannot cut, copy, or paste in Microsoft applications. In excel, while starting a formula, once I type a letter after =, the letter goes away and I get an immediate NAME? error. I can’t remember the exact steps to this one, but in word and outlook when I hit CTRL, I get these {{{{{{{{}}}}}}}. I can’t remember if that happened after CTRL C or immediately after CTRL. (I am at work now so I can’t replicate issue). After the {{{{{{ show up, sometimes I get error saying “Fields are nested too deeply”. I am unable to close this error out permanently, everytime I hit close, it pops back up again. I have to use task manager to end program.
My Microsoft applications also become very slow when connected at home. Once I try something that isn’t working (cut, copy, paste, type formula), I can’t get out of that document. If I hover mouse over other opened documents to bring them up on screen, nothing happens. Using task manager to end program.
If I turn my laptop to airplane mode, the issue goes away. I have connected to wifi at seven places testing the issue, and I only have the issue at home. I reset my modem/router. The only test I have left is to find a neighbor who uses same internet company as me and see if problem replicates while using their wifi connection. None of the seven places I have tested so far have the same internet company as me. The IT staff at work thought I was insane until they remoted in while I was working from home and saw the issue.
I hope I have relayed the issues in semi comprehensive way. I will be home tonite to get more specifics. Just to add: Microsoft teams works fine. Word, Outlook, nand excel are the issues. Thank you for taking the time to read my novel!

I’m a recent grad from a big ten undergraduate school with a degree in neuroscience and minors in epidemiology and economics. In the last year or two during to some adverse events and mental health issues my GPA fell to a 3.366.
Part of that was a 1.0 I got in a class, which is the lowest grade on my transcript. Retaking it and getting a 4.0 would replace the 1.0 and push my GPA to a 3.47, and getting a 3.5 would push it to a 3.45.
However, my university was out of state, and retaking it would cost ~$5,900. That is a lot of money, however I have triple that in savings right now, and am living at home with basically no expenses.
I want to apply for masters programs as I’m quickly realizing bachelors only is difficult in this job market, but also I may apply for a masters after a year or two of working if I can find anything. That job may involve moving out and having all of the expenses, so I’d prefer to have a good buffer in my savings.
I do think I can 3.5 or 4.0 the class if I take it again, but is that amount of money worth it for the GPA boost to get into a good masters program?
I am a good test taker, I think studying for the GRE and getting a good score could help.
It’s a lot of money but I don’t want to later realize that my GPA is too low to get into good schools. I don’t mean Ivy League, though that would be great, but other reputable schools so I can get good internships and connections from the program. I’m also thinking about law school (practice LSAT w/o any prep was a 169) or PhD programs after some work experience.
I have 4 years of research experience, and in two types of labs, no publications but good rec letters. I also worked an internship in life sciences consulting and worked as an EMT. Currently looking for a job in biotech to make money and boost my application.
Should I bite the bullet and spend the money to retake the class? Or is it really not worth it?