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2012.06.17 07:47 A place to explore spiritual awakening

Awakening is the realization that far more can be found in direct experience than any concept, belief system, or narrative. The process of awakening is an ever-unfolding one, a deepening of that which is beyond all words and thoughts. We are in service of discovering that for ourselves.
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2024.05.19 04:57 Abject_Coffee57 Have I Screwed Up My Career?

I’ve had a run of what feels like bad luck in my career. I’m 15 years into the industry and I’m on company #6. My stays at companies have been 7, 1, 1, 3, 2, and about 2 years at the current place. I’ve never chased a promotion or a pay raise. I’ve changed just to try different things in the industry or because we needed to move closer to family.
I took my current job because the owner of a small firm made big promises that weren’t true. Boss is a massive micromanager and expects me to put work in front of family. It’s a tiny company so not like I can transfer or get a new boss.
I feel so stuck. I’ve done a couple interviews but I can tell everyone looks at my resume and sees a job hopper and that’s not the case at all. Our industry really seems to be full of people that are 20+ years at their firms. I’m really good at what I do and am a great addition to any team but I feel like I’ve screwed myself with my job changes.
I feel like I’m screwed no matter what. I feel forced to stay in this job because I have to show longevity even though I know the experience is bad in the short term. on the other hand, you hear how badly our industry needs people but I feel like my options are severely limited, if not completely zero.
Anyone else dealt with this? Do you have any advice?
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2024.05.19 04:41 Sad-Establishment580 Is research worth it?

Hello everyone. I just wanted some advice on if finding a research job post graduation is a good idea for padding my gap year. Im applying this cycle and the doc I intern for advised me to not stay to work for him as a DA, and rather pursue some type of research that can add to my resume. Unfortunately I was very excited to work for him, as I loved the environment he had and the staff. I know he has my best interest at heart and wouldn’t tell me this if he wasn’t confident, but I can’t lie that doesn’t sound all that great to me when I absolutely hated biochem / chem labs. I have done research in the past, but it was more academic and focused on writing articles rather than performing experiments. Would I even be able to get a research job with just a bachelors in bio? I feel like no one would hire me without higher education. I also wonder if being a DA would be more beneficial to me than doing research in dentistry. I’m unsure and may be very ignorant on the subject, but I just wanted to see what other people thought.
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2024.05.19 04:31 Remarkable-Tip-4080 Got fired :(

I have been working at a local bakery mainly as a cashier for just over a month; my only other job experience was working for 2.5 years at a retail store during high school (I liked the job but I left because I was starting college and needed to focus on my education).
My summer break started last month (April) so I started looking for a summer job. I landed one at a bakery about 30 mins from home, and I was excited to start because I have been to this bakery before and their baked goods are just incredible, I am impressed every time.
I went in for my training shift and I was incredibly overwhelmed because it was extremely busy, even though they wanted me in on a day that they thought wouldn’t be that busy because they didn’t want me to be overwhelmed lol. I was so lost during that shift and thankfully I got some help from the other workers, but I was mainly by myself.
Then my next shift was about a week later so I kinda forgot some of the things I learned during the start of my shift, but then adapted a bit more quickly than last time. I saw that I was getting 1 shift per week so I asked if I can have more shifts, and they said they will try to get me some more, which ended up with me having about 2-3 short shifts/week which isn’t really enough for me, but I was happy that they were fulfilling my request anyways, and I figured I would ask them about more shifts a bit later so I wouldn’t come across as annoying/desperate (maybe this is the cause?)
All of these shifts took place on busy days during busy times so there was no time to get to know my coworkers personally, like not even talk with them about anything except about a task we were doing in the moment or something. Then there were maybe 2 or 3 times where it finally wasn’t that busy so there was a chance to chit chat a little bit. Everyone has been there a long time except for me so naturally everyone was already talking with each other and not to me. I’m an introvert and I also have social anxiety so it’s hard for me to start conversations with most people that isn’t to do with work, especially in a group setting such as this. They weren’t being mean or cold, it just seemed like they forgot I was there and their conversations seemed to have a lot of inside jokes which would have made it kinda weird if I tried to join in. Plus I didn’t want to set off a bad impression by engaging in chatting when I could be doing something more productive instead, so I was keeping myself busy while the others were talking. Maybe once or twice they would ask me how my weekend was or something and I would respond and act interested in how their weekend was, but they ended up talking with each other again. I kept reminding myself that I’m new and that my main purpose was to work and maybe through time I would find something in common with the others there and be a part of their “group”.
Then today I got a call from work and it was one of the managers (not the owner) telling me in the nicest way possible that the owner of the bakery doesn’t think I’m a good fit for the company. I was shocked and extremely sad because I actually liked working at this job and other than the fact that I’m not a chit chatter, I couldn’t think of a reason why I wouldn’t be a good fit. A few times they asked me to cover a shift when someone called in sick, and I came in each time, and my attendance was excellent and I wasn’t late except for 1 time where I was 1 minute late, plus I stayed longer than I should have a few times as well. I didn’t complain about anything nor did I make any huge mistake that may have costed the company something (of course I made some minor mistakes which the manager helped me with them and said it was completely okay and that it’s a way of learning). She even praised me for my work a few times which made me feel even more motivated.
The bakery has some products that contain peanuts and tree nuts, which I’m allergic to. If I wear gloves while handling these products, I’m completely fine. I even let the bakery know about this when they hired me but still, perhaps this is a reason?
After the call, I just sat in silence for like 5 minutes. This was while I was in the car (I was driving and stopped somewhere to answer the call) and thankfully my boyfriend was there with me so he comforted me and said it’s not fair at all. I understand the laws about firing without a real cause in Ontario but I didn’t think it would happen to me, and now that it did, it makes me scared that it might happen again with a future job.
I’m not looking to sue or anything like that, I kinda just wanna get this off my chest. I still live with my parents at home so I’m not in desperate need of money right now, but I just wanna be productive and earn some money this summer. I’m not sure if I should include my experience here at this bakery on my resume or not. Anyways, this post is much longer than I thought and I’m not looking for pity, although I personally think that firing for basically no reason is kinda unfair.
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2024.05.19 04:20 antj_3 Really need career advice/help

Hi everyone! If someone could help me out I would very much appreciate it. For background about me, I am a first generation recent college graduate (December 2023) from a state school with my degree in Finance with a 3.20 GPA. I don’t have any internship experience and landed a job as an accounts payable accountant in the Atlanta area. Been there for about 2 months and being paid only 37k. I really want to break into FP&A or a higher accounting role but don’t know where I should start. I don’t have any real analysis or accounting experience. I’ve completed the complete financial analysis course on Udemy but that’s about it. I’ve been applying to entry level roles but no luck on landing interviews so far. Any tips/advice as far as what skills I should build on, what skills I should highlight on resume, what my resume should look like, where to apply for entry level roles, who I should reach out to, etc. Anything would help thanks!
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2024.05.19 04:18 Canipleasetakeanap Resume with no pharm experience: please give me critiques!

Resume with no pharm experience: please give me critiques!
What do you think? Format and content ok? Anything you would do if you were me? Specific things I’m unsure about :
  1. It’s 2 pages long with my volunteer experience. I feel like my volunteering is important because it shows that I founded my own organization about mental health and that I care about other people, but should I delete it so that it can be a single page?
  2. Is putting the pound sign before my license/cert the proper format?
  3. Should I find something to fill in the space beneath Relevant Skills, or would that make it too crowded?
  4. Should I remove the Dean’s List for all semesters under Education?
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2024.05.19 04:16 antj_3 Really need help/ career advice

Hi everyone. If someone could help me out I would very much appreciate it. For background about me, I am a first generation recent college graduate (December 2023) from a state school with my degree in Finance with a 3.20 GPA. I don’t have any internship experience and landed a job as an accounts payable accountant in the Atlanta area. Been there for about 2 months and being paid only 37k. I really want to break into FP&A or a higher accounting role but don’t know where I should start. I don’t have any real analysis or accounting experience. I’ve completed the complete financial analysis course on Udemy but that’s about it. I’ve been applying to entry level roles but no luck on landing interviews so far. Any tips/advice as far as what skills I should build on, what skills I should highlight on resume, what my resume should look like, where to apply for entry level roles, who I should reach out to, etc. Anything would help…. thanks!
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2024.05.19 03:23 LobbyTakesMemes You’re still sleeping

I wake up in the school bathroom I begin to examine the room, “It’s evening” was the first thing that came to mind as I saw the ebony-colored sky through the bathroom window.
“You’ve slept a lot”
The phone is dead, no way to communicate, and I only have my burgundy backpack with some damaged notebooks, a pencil case with a chewed-up pencil, a pen that no longer writes, and a broken calculator that still works despite being taped together.
“You need to go home” “Run”
I open the bathroom door and find myself in a long hallway suffocated by shadows: the only way forward is to venture into the darkness.
“They forgot about you” “But he didn’t”
Looking for a way out, I notice the light from a malfunctioning streetlamp coming through an open window leading to the school courtyard. I pass it and step outside, Once outside, I can feel the cold of a mute winter night on my skin.
“They left the gate open”
I manage to get out, I start heading home, and my path is lined by a row of streetlights. The road separating the parallel sidewalk from the one where my feet are planted is lifeless, and I am accompanied by a deafening silence that tickles my eardrums.
“Remember the way home” “It’s not far” “But stay cautious” “You know what happens if he catches you”
I’m not alone, my inner self keeps repeating it, The sensation of being watched creates an anxiety that slowly makes me want to vomit, but every time I turned around, there was no one behind me, so I resumed my walk home.
“You’re close” “He knows it”
I’m almost home, I’m near the gate, and I don’t know if mom and dad are still awake. I’ve been walking for a long time, the sky is now pitch black, and the sound of my footsteps breaks the silence that envelops the environment. I’m standing in front of the gate, but the anxiety I accumulated suddenly releases, and I am unable to insert the house keys into the door lock.
“He caught you” “You failed” “Now you will face the consequences”
I sensed an unknown yet familiar presence behind me. I knew very well that if I turned around, I would discover what I didn’t want to see. I didn’t have the courage to turn around and started crying so hard that I could no longer breathe.
He placed his cold, sweaty hand on my shoulder and whispered these words: “You never woke up.” “You’re still sleeping.”
A coma is a very long lucid dream. The brain creates a series of dreams that reflect reality as surreal scenarios and vivid dreams, while others can have almost real experiences that cannot be distinguished from reality.
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2024.05.19 03:01 LobbyTakesMemes [565] You’re still sleeping

I wake up in the school bathroom I begin to examine the room, “It’s evening” was the first thing that came to mind as I saw the ebony-colored sky through the bathroom window.
“You’ve slept a lot”
The phone is dead, no way to communicate, and I only have my burgundy backpack with some damaged notebooks, a pencil case with a chewed-up pencil, a pen that no longer writes, and a broken calculator that still works despite being taped together.
“You need to go home” “Run”
I open the bathroom door and find myself in a long hallway suffocated by shadows: the only way forward is to venture into the darkness.
“They forgot about you” “But he didn’t”
Looking for a way out, I notice the light from a malfunctioning streetlamp coming through an open window leading to the school courtyard. I pass it and step outside, Once outside, I can feel the cold of a mute winter night on my skin.
“They left the gate open”
I manage to get out, I start heading home, and my path is lined by a row of streetlights. The road separating the parallel sidewalk from the one where my feet are planted is lifeless, and I am accompanied by a deafening silence that tickles my eardrums.
“Remember the way home” “It’s not far” “But stay cautious” “You know what happens if he catches you”
I’m not alone, my inner self keeps repeating it, The sensation of being watched creates an anxiety that slowly makes me want to vomit, but every time I turned around, there was no one behind me, so I resumed my walk home.
“You’re close” “He knows it”
I’m almost home, I’m near the gate, and I don’t know if mom and dad are still awake. I’ve been walking for a long time, the sky is now pitch black, and the sound of my footsteps breaks the silence that envelops the environment. I’m standing in front of the gate, but the anxiety I accumulated suddenly releases, and I am unable to insert the house keys into the door lock.
“He caught you” “You failed” “Now you will face the consequences”
I sensed an unknown yet familiar presence behind me. I knew very well that if I turned around, I would discover what I didn’t want to see. I didn’t have the courage to turn around and started crying so hard that I could no longer breathe.
He placed his cold, sweaty hand on my shoulder and whispered these words: “You never woke up.” “You’re still sleeping.”
A coma is a very long lucid dream. The brain creates a series of dreams that reflect reality as surreal scenarios and vivid dreams, while others can have almost real experiences that cannot be distinguished from reality.
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2024.05.19 02:13 ecv80 Just done with an 8 day water fast

I wasn't feeling okay, I felt some mild pressure around my chest and heart and I decided to fast for 36h like have been doing for the last few years occasionally when I wasn't feeling that hot.
Only this time I still wasn't feeling totally okay after the 36h so I decided to continue until I would. But then at some point I was like what the heck I'm just way too fat and I better put some weight down so I decided to cut 10kg off. My scale wouldn't even read my initial weight of 150+kg. So yeah time to drop some weight.
Summary:
Day 1-2: No issues except hunger around the 30h mark as usual for me.
Day 3: No hunger but food obsession. I spent my whole spare time checking recipe videos.
Day 4: Bad day. Struggled not to faint at times throughout the day and nausea.
Day 5: All malaise subsided. Surprisingly good day.
Day 6-8: Pretty stable. I did get occasionally lightheaded after physical effort.
At day 7 I already expected to reach the 140kg goal by the end of day 8 and despite not feeling hunger it seems like my psyche had an effect on my stomach as I've been feeling a mild heartburn in anticipation for the food.
I broke the fast with a cup of broth and a flat teaspoon of unsweetened Greek yogurt, then after an hour another cup of broth and two flat tsps of yogurt, and so on and so forth, that's my plan. I'm not going into keto but regular food. I'll just leave out gluten this time since I suspect I may be sensitive to it.
Tomorrow I will have (other than that) one scrambled egg and a whole cup (125g) of yogurt for lunch, then two scrambled eggs and two yogurts for dinner and I'll call it broken and resume to regular eating next day.
I'm not sure I'm being overly cautious for such a short fast but this is my longest fast ever and when I fasted for 5 days previously I didn't know much about fasting and I had some pretty bad experience, dizzy and struggling to even drive and I broke it all at once by ordering and eating like 3 plates, meatballs, pasta and croquettes IIRC. I thought I would regain my strength after eating but I continued to feel dizzy if not more. I may have had some degree of refeeding syndrome and I'm not sure it's related but I spent the next year or so having some sort of panic attacks around meals. Like I remember even once it happened in anticipation of eating a mandarin. This was really shitty stuff. The sudden and unexpected feeling one's gonna die is something hard to describe and I don't wish anyone. Only lying down and closing my eyes would help. But that's past and I got over it so I'm really hoping I won't have anything happen this time around.
I tried taking the recommend amount of electrolytes but they make me nauseous and make me go to the bathroom all the time so I quit and just took the occasional gulp whenever I was feeling lightheaded. That worked for me.
Thanks for reading.
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2024.05.19 02:02 Apprehensive_Share93 How Can I Get Internships as a Computer Science Major with Little Coding Experience?

I am currently an upper sophomore who is about to be a junior in the Fall 2024 semester of college. I am interested in software development/web development and wish to learn how to code. I am thinking of signing up for coding bootcamps and getting certified to put on my resume. I have no job experience and little coding experience. A few questions that I have are: (1) Are there any internships for students who don't have much experience with programming languages? If so, how can I get them? (2) Is there any way I can learn coding during the summer so I can start preparing for internships in my junior year next semester?
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2024.05.19 01:40 JH2466 Trying to decide between the safe and the unsafe choice post graduation

So I’m usually loathe to ask for advice from internet strangers, but I’m genuinely tweaking over this decision and I feel like I need advice and thoughts from people who aren’t connected to me.
I (20m) am a half-Japanese rising senior in college studying electrical engineering. No internship or research this summer, and an okay but very meh GPA (3.12). As this is probably the last summer break of my life, I’ve been thinking a lot about what’s coming next and I’m torn between two paths. I could either start relentlessly applying to jobs to try to get a job in engineering after I graduate, or I could do something completely different and try to move to Japan to teach English as a foreign language for the next year or two, before returning to engineering and beginning my career in earnest.
If I was to go with the latter, I’d apply through the JET (Japan Exchange & Teaching) program, a program facilitated by the Japanese government to set up English speaking foreigners in Japan to assist teachers in elementary through high school language classrooms. They pay you, set you up in an apartment, and cover the flight over if you’re selected.
There are a lot of reasons I want to do it, and also a lot of reasons the thought scares me.
I was born in Tokyo but my family moved to the US when I was around three years old, so I’ve been raised essentially American. However, half my family, including my dad, grandparents, aunt and uncle, and half sister all live in Japan. My family over there is actually larger than my family in the US, which is just my mom and little brother. They are the biggest reason why I want to go. I would love to become closer with my extended Japanese family and to connect more deeply with my culture. Of course, the idea of living is Japan is also sick as fuck, and it’s an opportunity that could actually be once in a lifetime. My Japanese, while not at all near fluent, is around low-intermediate conversational, and if I decided to pursue the JET program I would pick up some Japanese classes at my university next year. Additionally, I kind of feel like something needs to change in my life. I’ve lived in the same college town for 8 years now (high school and then college) relentlessly pursuing these crazy academic goals. I’ve thrown away friends and partners to focus more on school, and I would be lying if I said it all wasn’t starting to weigh on me. Not necessarily burnout but…I often fantasize about being able to escape the rat race, at least for a little.
But on the other hand, I fear that this decision could negatively impact my engineering career in the future. Being a rising senior who hasn’t gotten an internship yet, I already feel behind the curve and the thought of wasting my time and being left behind professionally is a really scary one. I worry that doing the JET program, although personally fulfilling, would be a frivolous diversion that shoots my career in the foot. I’ve been trying to hedge my bets slightly by working on projects on my own time that would be impressive on my resume (building an FM radio transmitter, a synthesizer, a generative art program, stuff like that). I’m just not sure that would be enough to stack up compared to people a year or two younger than me who’ve had internships at FAANG companies.
Since JET applications for 2025 (my grad year) don’t open until fall, I will most likely spend the summer applying for engineering jobs. But given the choice between the two, I don’t know which is the right decision. Both my parents have been strongly encouraging me to go for the JET program (my mom is an ESL teacher who met my dad while teaching English in Japan), and every time I talk about it with my friends they tell me I sound like I really want to do it but keep trying to convince myself not to. That’s probably true, but I want to be realistic. Of course, there’s no guarantee I’m even accepted into the JET program, and there’s a world where I neither get an engineering job nor have the opportunity to move to Japan. Hopefully that doesn’t happen though. Anyway at this point I’m rambling. I just want to get some advice from people with more life experience than me.
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2024.05.19 00:59 GoAheadMMDay UPDATE 3: Torment Techniques Used by Canadian and US Militaries

UPDATE 3: Torment Techniques Used by Canadian and US Militaries
Update #3 appears at the bottom.
Due to numerous disparaging comments by multiple individuals, I have reposted my article.
Heckling does not change what occurred. People need to know these truths, especially those who have experienced the same. They need to know they are sane, that such things are indeed being perpetrated, and the perpetrators use shame to silence them and protect their activities.
I write to encourage them not to listen to disparaging people who speak without knowledge.
February 10, 2024
I am Joseph Cafariello, a Canadian citizen and ex-member of the Canadian military. Of sound mind, not on medication, not a drug user, not a marijuana smoker, not an alcohol drinker, with no mental disorders.
I recently posted to this Liberty subreddit experiences of harassment by Vancouver's police and fire departments (Vancouver, BC, Canada). I’m the fellow who was repeatedly ordered by police to stay out of Vancouver’s Stanley Park, and was continually harassed whenever I visited the park (which I do every second day on my early morning walks).
Immediately following that post, they changed some of the techniques they use in my case. They were either informed of my post or found it themselves, seeing as my internet activity, and phone activity for that matter, are under continuous surveillance (plenty of proof which I will not include here to avoid running off-topic).
In this post, I would like to shed some light on other harassment which is still ongoing, since it occurs in private, away from potential observers. It involves the Canadian and US militaries.
Havana Syndrome
In 2016, numerous employees of the Canadian and US embassies in Havana, Cuba, started experiencing head injuries ranging from mild headaches to concussions. It happened in their sleep, and came to be called Havana Syndrome.
Wikipedia explains (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Havana\_syndrome):
“Havana syndrome is a cluster of idiopathic symptoms experienced mostly abroad by U.S. government officials and military personnel. The symptoms range in severity from pain and ringing in the ears to cognitive dysfunction and were first reported in 2016 by U.S. and Canadian embassy staff in Havana, Cuba. Beginning in 2017, more people, including U.S. intelligence and military personnel and their families, reported having these symptoms in other places, such as China, India, Europe, and Washington, D.C. The U.S. Department of State, Department of Defense, and other federal entities have called the events "Anomalous Health Incidents" (AHI). Of over a thousand purported cases, the majority of US investigative bodies found only a few dozen cases to be suspicious.”
Ladies and gentlemen, I can tell you exactly what happens, because I have been experiencing this since I first joined the Canadian military back in 2002, and am still experiencing these “torments” (as I call them) to this day, already 3 years after leaving the military.
I go to bed. In about 15 minutes, just as I am on the cusp of falling asleep, a hear and feel a heavy thud reverberate and ultimately strike my skull. My body releases a sharp burst of adrenalin, my heart starts racing, and my blood’s circulation speeds up significantly. Depending on the severity of the blow, it can take me anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour to fall asleep again. Though there have been times I could not return to sleep for more than 2 hours.
A strong headache is felt immediately, and lasts for hours. There have been times when my heart felt like it was going to burst, having been startled as such.
The pulse to the head sometimes reverberates through the wall and my bed’s headboard. I distinctly feel as though I have been hit on the top of my skull. At other times, it feels as though the pulse has come through the air, striking the side of my skull.
This is not a sleep disorder, for it does not occur regularly. At times, my sleep is disturbed in this manner 3 or 4 days in a row. At other times, there is no disturbance for up to a week. But they never let me go more than a week without such interruptions to my sleep.
Neither is it sleep apnea, as I do not awaken gasping for breath. The pounding headaches, sudden release of adrenaline, and heart palpitations I experience are caused by external impacts of sound waves or air bursts.
Sonic Weapons
How these pulses are produced is not easy to identify. As Wikipedia explains:
“Once the story became public, various U.S. government representatives attributed the incidents to attacks by unidentified foreign actors, and various U.S. officials blamed the reported symptoms on a variety of unidentified and unknown technologies, including ultrasound and microwave weapons.”
Sonic weapons have been in use for many years by militaries, and by police in crowd control. As Wikipedia explains (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sonic\_weapon):
“Some sonic weapons make a focused beam of sound or of ultrasound; others produce an area field of sound. As of 2023 military and police forces make some limited use of sonic weapons.”
(Do not believe the 2023 timeline. The Canadian military has been using these weapons since the early 2000’s at the latest.)
Wikipedia continues:
“Extremely high-power sound waves can disrupt or destroy the eardrums of a target and cause severe pain or disorientation. This is usually sufficient to incapacitate a person. Less powerful sound waves can cause humans to experience nausea or discomfort.”
The users of these technologies must also be using thermal detection equipment to monitor the target’s sleep. As I mentioned, I most often feel these blows the moment I am falling asleep. Body temperature drops when we sleep, and brain activity slows. Heat-detection equipment is likely being used to identify the point at which the target is falling asleep.
Why they prefer to strike at the start of someone’s sleep as opposed to the middle of their sleep, I do not know. Perhaps their intent is to deprive the body of early sleep, limiting the amount of deep sleep available to the person before their alarm rings in the morning.
Ordinary Hammers
Not all such “torments” (as I call them) are caused by high-tech equipment. I have heard and felt distinct hammer strikes running along the 2x4 beams inside my walls. These strikes can be a single hard strike, or several strikes in a row. It is definitely caused by a person with a hammer because the intervals between strikes are equidistant in time; that is, the time spacing between strikes is not random and does not change from strike to strike, but is constant between strikes, exactly as when someone is hammering. And no, it is not someone hanging pictures at 1:30 am, multiple times a week, for years.
On one occasion, when I was standing at my kitchen sink, I felt the floor-board directly under my feet pulse so sharply it felt like a brick had struck the soles of my feet. In this case, my military neighbour likely used a hammer to strike the floorboard on his side of the wall. It is the only plausible explanation.
Surveillance
This leads to surveillance of one’s activities at home. I have plenty of proofs of that. They seem insignificant on an individual basis. But when you put them all together, they present a clear picture of home surveillance.
My laptop computer’s lid cracked one night, at the bottom left corner of the screen. The next day at work, I heard my military supervisor relate to another co-worker that the night before, his laptop computer’s lid cracked at the bottom left corner. I swear to the Lord in Heaven, I am being truthful.
I tested my suspicion of being surveilled. At home one night, I blurted out-loud, “VW Passat. What an ugly sounding word, ‘Passat’”, I said. A few days later, my military colleagues at work started playing a card game at lunch, invented by one of them. The name he gave his game was “Passat”, and when he spoke it, he looked at me for a reaction. If you ever contact the Halifax military base, ask for the Claims Department and ask them if they are still playing Passat.
On another occasion, at a time when I frequented the gym every second day for a few years, I suspected my van had been fitted with a listening device. I suspected so because a number of things I had spoken with people about on my phone while in my van (nothing illegal) were repeated by people at the gym in conversations among themselves. Too many times, parts of other people's conversations matched parts of conversations I had had with others while I was in my van.
I already knew my phone was being tapped, but I also suspected my van was bugged. So one evening while driving in my van, I blurted out-loud a number of things I said I hated. "I hate (this or that)"; "I hate it when...". One of them was, "I hate when people chew gum with their mouths open." I then vocalized an exaggerated gnawing sound, "Gnaw. Gnaw. Gnaw."
The very next time I went to the gym, 2 days later, while I was at an exercise, a fellow sat at an exercise directly behind me. And sure enough, he started chewing with his mouth open, vocalizing that gnawing sound, "Gnaw. Gnaw. Gnaw." I didn't look behind at him, because I knew what was going on, and I wanted to avoid playing into his hand. So he repeated himself again and again until I was done and moved to a different station. Now, honestly, who chews gum at the gym? You can't. Or you run the risk of choking for the heavy breathing, not to mention when laying down on benches. And with precisely the same exaggerated vocalized gnawing sound I had made in my van just 2 days prior.
Their whole intent is to let you know you are being surveilled. They want you to know, as both a warning and a provocation. They want you to say something, to launch accusations, which they would readily deny, making you look paranoid. If you react too strongly, they could even have you diagnosed with some kind of disorder, and put you on medication, which further plays into their hand. (More regarding medications in the last section of this post.)
This is why, as I mentioned in my previous post, they would park their cars shining their high beams on me as I walked past them during my morning walk. And why on some occasions, a group of 3 or 4 would exit their cars and stand on my path just as I approached, forcing me to go around them. They would then remain standing on the path until my return trip through, and after I had passed by the second time, then would then return to their cars - making it absolutely clear I was their interest.
Their intent is not only to make me aware, but also to present themselves in close proximity to me, within easy reach, in the hope I would confront them, resulting in an altercation that could land me in a lot of hot water - 4 witnesses against me, all pleading innocence.
Again, it is all designed to make you look bad, and to warrant some kind of legal measure against you - preferably a medical diagnosis, discrediting you in everything you say about them. If they can't refute your claims, their only remaining option is to discredit you. That's what all of these tricks are designed to accomplish. Who would believe anything you say, once you have been diagnosed with a disorder?
There are plenty more examples. But who would really believe them? I’ll save them for the future.
Home Invasion
Both during and after my military service, I have had my apartments entered without any signs of break-ins. How? Lock-picking and duplicate keys. Indications? Missing objects; ie: money, phone adaptor, etc. Nothing major. Just something to make us understand we are being watched, and to make us understand what they can do.
But it is always something small, something for which you would be ridiculed for divulging.
Two more examples: I found my razor, which I always lay-down razor-end to the wall, turned around, razor-end toward me. Also, in one of my house slippers I found a small shoe sticker on the up-side of the heel. I had those slipper for years, and never had any shoe stickers on them. Yet there it was, clearly visible on the top surface of my slipper, not the bottom. Could I have stepped on a shoe sticker when barefoot in my apartment, only to have the sticker transfer itself to my slipper when I wore it? How many shoe stickers do you have laying around your apartment that you can accidentally step onto?
If I had stepped onto a sticker in my apartment and had it stick to my heel, that means the sticky side was up against my skin. This means the sticker would have had to flip upside down such that the sticky side would then be down, allowing the sticker to stick to the slipper. Do you really think that happened? That sticker was not there when I left my apartment, but it was there when I returned. And it was the wrong sticker, wrong brand, wrong size.
Again, what is their intent? To make someone look ridiculous so no one will believe them should they speak of other more sensitive things.
Staged Incidents
The above incidents clearly point to coordinated and staged events (at my work, my home, on my walks, etc). This is so frequently met with incredulity. "But that would require coordination on the part of so many people," the public dismisses. "They wouldn't do that."
Oh yes they would, and they have, as explained in https://fightgangstalking.com/. Note the documented cases involving the Canadian Security Intelligence Service (CSIS, Canada's equivalent to the US' CIA) and the Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP, Canada's national police force) in the second quote, which were reported in national newspapers.
From https://fightgangstalking.com/:
“Disruption operations often involve tactics which are illegal, but difficult to prove. These tactics include – but are not limited to – overt surveillance (stalking), slander, blacklisting, “mobbing” (intense, organized harassment in the workplace), “black bag jobs” [home invasions], abusive phone calls, computer hacking, framing, threats, blackmail, vandalism, “street theater” (staged physical and verbal interactions with minions of the people who orchestrate the stalking), harassment by noises, and other forms of bullying. Many of these tactics were used by the FBI during its illegal COINTELPRO operations, as documented by stolen official documents and subsequent Congressional investigations.
"Although the general public is mostly unfamiliar with the practice, references to “disruption” operations – described as such – do occasionally appear in the news media, even though that fact would apparently be news to the editors of The New York Times. In May 2006, for example, an article in The Globe and Mail, a Canadian national newspaper, reported that the Canadian Security Intelligence Service (CSIS) and the Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP) used “Diffuse and Disrupt” tactics against suspects for whom they lacked sufficient evidence to prosecute. A criminal defense attorney stated that many of her clients complained of harassment by authorities, although they were never arrested."
She can add me to that list too.
For the Benefit of Others
The experiences I have recounted here seem so trivial, so insignificant, they make you look ridiculous if you talk about them. But if we don’t talk about such things, no one will ever know about them. Other people have experienced the same, and are forced to endure such torments in silence. They need encouragement to talk about their own experiences, and so I write about mine in the hope they will talk about theirs, even if I do look ridiculous. The perpetrators are more ridiculous for doing them.
I remember a military colleague being hauled away by military police one morning, as she was struggling and having a violent fit. A fellow on her floor told me she was throwing chairs at her walls screaming, “Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!”. When he mentioned that, I knew exactly what they had done to her. She was considered unruly, and was being watched intently. They wanted her out, and that is how they accomplished it. Through wall tapping and sleep deprivation, they push you to the breaking point. And when you finally lose control and do something rash, they pounce on you, and you’re out. Now she has a criminal record, considered a criminal when in reality she was a victim. Welcome to the Canadian military, and other militaries besides, I am sure.
There are dozens upon dozens of experiences I could present. But who will really read them? Worse still, who will really believe them? I overheard my military supervisor in Halifax whisper to another, “Do you think he knows?”, after I had mentioned one of the many “coincidences” I experienced, but with a tone of my being aware it was not a mere coincidence. As I turned my face to my computer screen, I whispered under my breath, but still loud enough for him to hear, “Yes, (rank) (name), I know.” A few minutes later, as he walked past my desk, he leaned in by my ear and whispered, “We’re just trying to help you.” I should have pressed him for answers right then and there, but you just don’t know how much trouble you can get into when making such accusations in the military. So I let it go. But I will never forget.
Should anyone reading this ever decide to launch some kind of inquiry, I can mention names of over 100 people to contact, including military personnel, family members, neighbours, building managers, and others who have been contacted by military personnel with false narratives about me. They flash their ID’s and other credentials, and people believe anything they say. They turn family, friends, co-workers and neighbours against you, even recruiting their participation. Your acquaintances not only participate, but actually feel justified and emboldened playing tricks on you. It isn't their fault, though; they have been misled. I would reference them solely for corroboration.
As a final thought, here are explanations of two military programs in which certain persons (sometimes military, sometimes civilian) are kept under constant surveillance, and are in some cases subjected to conditioning in an attempt to turn them into what is called a “sleeper agent”. Almost all of the tactics presented below have been experience by me, including constant surveillance (ie: my previous post here regarding being harassed on my morning walks) and sleep deprivation (as per the top portion of this post, which other military members in Cuba and elsewhere around the world have also experienced).
Pentagon’s Signature Reduction Program
See Newsweek’s article: https://www.newsweek.com/exclusive-inside-militarys-secret-undercover-army-1591881
Some excerpts from that Newsweek article, plus more background information on the Pentagon’s Signature Reduction Program, can be found here: https://fightgangstalking.com/
“The largest undercover force the world has ever known is the one created by the Pentagon over the past decade. Some 60,000 people now belong to this secret army, many working under masked identities and in low profile, all part of a broad program called “signature reduction.” The force, more than ten times the size of the clandestine elements of the CIA, carries out domestic and foreign assignments, both in military uniforms and under civilian cover, in real life and online, sometimes hiding in private businesses and consultancies, some of them household name companies.
“…a little-known sector of the American military, but also a completely unregulated practice. No one knows the program’s total size, and the explosion of signature reduction has never been examined for its impact on military policies and culture. Congress has never held a hearing on the subject. And yet the military developing this gigantic clandestine force challenges U.S. laws, the Geneva Conventions, the code of military conduct and basic accountability.
“…The signature reduction effort engages some 130 private companies to administer the new clandestine world. Dozens of little known and secret government organizations support the program, doling out classified contracts and overseeing publicly unacknowledged operations.
"Federal spy agencies are using Americans to spy on their fellow citizens – the same approach to governance famously employed by communist East Germany."
How to Develop a Hypnotic Sleeper Agent
By Dantalion Jones / Masters of Mind Control
The following “was” on the web, but has been removed. Surprise, surprise. But I saved its web files to my computer years ago, knowing that sooner or later it would be removed. I made a jpeg image of the web page as it once appeared, attached here.
Note that I have experienced almost all of the tactics described below, including the stalking I mentioned in my previous post here (regular walks in the park), the sleep deprivation noted at the top of this post, and the surveillance and intrusions described here as well.
Quoting the now-removed webpage: “How to Develop a Hypnotic Sleeper Agent” (from here to end of post):
Amid all the conspiracy theories one of the most feared is that there exist "sleeper agents" in our society who are programmed to come into service when they are triggered by a phone call or key word.
These alleged sleeper agents don't even know they are programmed to become saboteurs, soldiers, suicide bomber, etc because of the thoroughness of their programming. They are the feared "Manchurian Candidate" that the movies portray.
The question is "Are they real?"
If they are true sleeper agents there is no way of telling until they are activated. One can however theorize exactly how they are made.
Indoctrination
Using indoctrination a person can be made to embrace a religious or philosophical belief that would make becoming a sleeper agent possible.
This would be a person so committed to an ideal they would be willing to wait patiently as a member of society until they are called into action. These people would know their mission and consciously hold it secret while interacting with the rest of society.
Conditioning
Conditioning is a repetitive process where the desired responses are enforced and rewarded and unwanted responses are punished. This can be done consciously as part of training drill and it can be done subconsciously using hypnosis or drugs to create amnesia.
Hypnosis
It has been demonstrated that hypnosis can create "amnesia walls" in which the subject has no conscious memory of what happened in the hypnosis session. It has further been demonstrated that hypnosis can give post hypnotic instruction to be carried out automatically in the waking state without the subject knowing it or questioning the behavior.
What follows is conjecture and theory based on testimonials of people who were alleged to be sleeper agents and soldiers.
Continuous Supervisions
Continuous supervision doesn't mean that the subject is cut off completely from society. It means that they are constantly overseen and every aspect of their lives are managed (without their knowledge or consent) to support their hypnotic programming.
This would include:
• Repeated reinforcement of all hypnotic conditioning.
• Handlers. Handlers are people who help maintain the subjects environment to maintain all the programming. They can play the role of family, friends, lovers, psychologists, coaches or any roll the subject perceives as supportive. The truth is the handlers are their to support the successful fulfillment of the programming and not the subject as a person.
• Minimal sleep so that the mind/brain does not process all the sleeper conditioning during sleep.
• Creating constant environmental challenges like unemployment or poverty. This gives the subject something other than their programming to focus on.
• Frequent hospitalization. This gives overt opportunity to sedate the subject for conditioning. If the subject has a history of hospitalizations for mental disturbances all the better. No one will take them seriously.
Joseph Cafariello
PS... Today is the second day after this post (February 12, 2024). A garbage truck just slammed into my parked car.
PPS... I finish writing this post because I am satisfied with its shape and content; not because of what happened to my car.
It is similar to when you are reaching for your coat, and someone tells you, "Take your coat." Since you have to take your coat, your brain tells you it's ok to obey them, and you comply. They just created an instance where they led you, and you followed them. And your brain accepted it.
It's a technique the military uses all the time. It trains you to accept instructions from that person or group. Done enough times, you become comfortable obeying them.
I just say, "I take my coat because I choose to, not because you tell me to." It's important to make that clear, to block the conditioning and affirm our self-governance; not just to them, but to ourselves as well. Now our brain realizes we took our coat by our own choice; we are still in command.
So too, I say regarding today's event. "Thanks for the warning, but I had already finished writing my post. I finished by my own choosing."
UPDATES 1 & 2: February 26 & March 07, 2024:
My apartment was once again entered while I was out. Either a key was used or the lock was picked. This may or may not have included assistance from building staff. Home invasions are included in the list of their techniques noted above, referred to as "black bag jobs".
All tenants on my floor received new fridges a couple of weeks ago. I removed the tape securing the bins inside my new fridge, and also removed all styrofoam pads from the corners of the glass shelves when I repositioned them.
The person(s) who have been invading my living space on a regular basis have struck again. As you can see in the photo below, the styrofoam pads on the corners of my fridge's shelves were restored when I was out of my apartment. I had removed all pads when I repositioned the shelves. Yet now they are back.
It is a tactic used to undermine our observational awareness in an attempt to make us second-guess and doubt ourselves. The aim is to cause people to feel less sure not only of the things we have done, but also feel less sure of the things others have done. They want us to question the accuracy of our observations and memory.
The idea is to train you to dismiss any anomalies you may observe as being your own misperception of things. Once they convince you not to trust your own judgement, they are free to do whatever they want to you, and you will simply accept it without questioning.
UPDATE 3: May 18, 2024:
Confrontations with individuals keep occurring, at times potentially violent. Following are just 3 such encounters as of late.
1 - Kick-boxer in the park:
As I parked my car in one of the parking lots in Vancouver's Stanley Park one night, another vehicle drove up behind me and parked several spots away. A tall man exited that vehicle, and walked hastily along the path I always walk, down some steps to the water's sea wall path. I took my time and followed my usual walk, also down the steps down to the sea wall. The man knew my routine, and was in a hurry to get ahead of me.
As I walked along the sea wall, I saw the same man sitting on a bench, playing a loud religious sermon in a foreign language on a device I did not clearly see. As I walked past him, he called out to me to stop and chat. I ignored him and continued walking past. He rose and started walking behind me.
I opened my umbrella, turned, and walked past him the other way, returning to the stairs back to the parking lot. He also turned and continued following me. I started running. He also started running. I ran up the steps, as did he.
Being taller than I am, his legs are longer than mine, and he quickly caught up to me on a grassy patch at the top of the steps. I turned to him and asked, "Why are you following me?" He did not reply, but stood profile to me, the same stance a kick-boxer uses when ready to kick someone. He was tall, thin, and in excellent physical shape as you would see in a kick-boxer.
He did not speak at all, but was just waiting for me to make a move. I turned, entered my vehicle and left. The encounter continued with a chase through the park in our cars. Yes, that is correct. He chased me out of the park in his car.
2 - Told to keep quiet:
The perpetrators need to operate with as little detection as possible, and they repeatedly warn their subjects to keep their mouths shut about their experiences.
On another of my recent nightly walks, a man stood on the sidewalk ahead of me about half a block away, looked at me, and shouted into the sky at nobody, giving the appearance of being a homeless person shouting for no reason. He then started walking in my direction. I continued walking straight. As he passed me, he leaned into my face and shouted into my ear, "Shut the f_ck up!" I continued walking in my direction, and he resumed walking in his.
The idea is to make it seem as though he is just a deranged man wandering the streets at night, shouting at nothing, so that when he shouts at me, any observer would simply dismiss his actions. But in reality, he was sent to send me a message to stop publishing posts like this, which I had done many times on many sites, and continue to. They don't like it when we reveal their methods. But the truth must be known.
3 - You'll be sorry:
On another occasion, while returning from grocery shopping one afternoon, I walked past a man sitting by a storefront. He was clean-cut, wearing clean clothes, without any carts or wagons or any belongings of any kind. As I passed him, he asked me for some spare change. I replied, "I'm sorry," and continued walking past. He replied, "You will be."
There are numerous other experiences, like two seemingly unassociated men standing on the sea wall about 100 meters away from each other, each of them spitting just as I walked past each one.
There are too many experiences to mention. Looking at each experience individually, one would easily dismiss them as being unrelated and simply coincidental. But put them all together and a picture starts to form, like putting together the pieces of a puzzle.
As I hand you each piece of the puzzle one by one, you dismiss each piece, saying, "This could be anything." And you discard it. You keep discarding each piece as I hand it to you. By the end of it, you look down at the table and say, "You have nothing." That's because you looked at each piece as a separate item and threw it away. But if you leave the pieces on the table as I hand them to you and do not hastily discard them, you will see they form a clear picture when put all together.
We must look at all these events as a whole. Individually, each one could be anything. But when all of these experiences are put together and considered as a whole, they form an undeniable picture. Do not be quick to dismiss each piece. Leave the pieces on the table and look at the whole. The picture I present is sound. Remember, I have all the pieces; you do not. I see the picture more clearly than you do.
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2024.05.19 00:54 Sudden-Tumbleweed-19 New York [US], TGB Restaurant Group, Barista

Job Details
The Granola Bar is a restaurant, cafĂŠ, and to-go destination designed around an elevated vision of comfort food. Our mission is to be a welcoming, home-away-from-home steeped in community and rooted in friendship and connection.
Job Description
We're looking for someone who can open the cafe/market 4 or 5 days a week and has a true passion for hospitality. Someone who enjoys welcoming guests with a warm smile and a cheerful hello. During the morning this is the first face our guests see, and it means everything for them to feel at home the moment they enter the space. I want someone who remembers that Dave comes in every day at 9AM and orders a no foam skim latte, and can carry a conversation with him or his children. Someone who has an ownership mentality and cares about the work they do and the impact it has on those around them. In this space, the tips aren't pooled and you're the only employee, so you can honestly make between $60-$120 a shift just by being kind.
Please attach your resume to your email and briefly tell us why you think you would be a good fit!
WEBSITE // www.thegranolabar.com
Make and serve specialty coffee, and tea beverages Speak and interact with both new and regular customers Maintain a clean and sanitized workstation Follow health and safety guidelines Adhere to recipes and presentations for food and beverage items Be punctual and able to observe regular and consistent attendance Contribute to a positive team environment 1+ Years of Barista/Bartending/Serving experience is required
Restaurant type:
Fast casual restaurant Upscale casual restaurant Shift:
8-hour shift Day shift Night shift Weekly day range:
Every weekend Shift availability:
Day Shift (Preferred) Night Shift (Preferred) Work Location: In person
Compensation Details
Compensation: Hourly ($15.00) plus tips
Required Skills
Customer Service
Communication
Organization
Attention to Detail
Problem Solving
Teamwork
Barista Skills
Inventory Management
Food Preparation
Cleaning and maintenance
Barista Knowledge
Coffee Knowledge
Coffee Making
Positive Attitude
POS Systems
People Skills
Professionalism
Hospitality Driven
Cash Handling
Espresso Machine Use
Dialing In Espresso
Apply here
Via needabarista.com
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2024.05.18 23:30 TrixoftheTrade [9 YOE] Mid-Career Environmental Consultant's Resume - I've gone 10/10 for interviews this past year.

[9 YOE] Mid-Career Environmental Consultant's Resume - I've gone 10/10 for interviews this past year.
This has been my general resume format since 2015, and it's worked really well for me over years. Outside of my first job hunt, which admittedly was a bit of a challenge, I've never had significant difficulties finding new employment.
On my most recent job hunt back in spring 2023, I went 6-for-6 with this resume. Every single place I applied to I got an interview at. Even still, while I am quite comfortable with my current employeer, I still get requests from recruiters to chat and send resumes over - and every single recruiter I've sent a resume to wants to set up an interview.
Format-wise, I kept it as simple as possible, no fancy styles, colors, or anything like that. I know there's a lot of back-and-forth on whether or not a summary is good/bad, but I prefer to use one. Even keeping my resume at 1 page, I think having a summary saves time for those who don't want to take 3 minutes and read the whole thing. Just by reading the summary, I think the reader can gain a good understanding of who I am and what I can do.
Second to this, which I didn't post, I have about a 4 page long Experience Summary document, which sums up all the major projects I've managed or played a major role on. Instead of a cover letter, which is pretty useless, I submit the Experience Summary instead. It's much more geared towards technical reviewers, not HR or any non-technical folks, because it is a bit "weedy".
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2024.05.18 22:55 HurOKane Hoping for career/degree advice for a struggling immigrant in the US.

My wife is 33 years old from Taiwan. We relocated to the Midwest in 2022. We didn't expect it would be this hard for her to adjust and integrate here and are trying to move to either Los Angeles or Seattle where there are more Mandarin speaking opportunities. She's on the verge of giving up and moving back to Taiwan unless we have better plans to help her have a career here. Recently we stumbled upon the online degrees from WGU and have been considering for her to get a master's degree in order to be more successful on finding jobs (Preferably remote or hybrid) or in case she still decides to move back home she would have a degree from the US, but we're not sure if she should do the MBA or Marketing (Either Digital marketing or Marketing analytics) degree with her background and situation. We are preparing for a move hopefully in the next few months so were hoping to use the time as best we can to help her have a chance at finding a job. She is looking for more long term career potential and something that won't be impossible to get into while lacking the work experience and only have the latest masters degree to speak for her ability. We'd really love to hear any advice on the degrees or careers as well as any advice that comes to mind! Here's the background of my wife. • She speaks Mandarin as her native language and English fluently. Close, but not quite the same as a native English speaker. • She has a Bachelor's degree in Business Administration from a university in Taiwan. • She has corporate work experience as an assistant/receptionist in 2 European companies in Taiwan. • She has a big gap in her resume since 2019 including having physical and mental health issues, the preparation for green card and relocation to the US. • After moving to the US she took online courses to learn UX/UI design but due to the oversaturated job market she gave up on this idea. It seems fun to her and she likes that kind of design and organization however for a newcomer the market seems pretty hopeless. • She's always interested in digital marketing but has no experience working in this field.
Thank you
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2024.05.18 22:53 HurOKane Looking for career advice and degree advice as an immigrant. What degree should a struggling immigrant get?

My wife is 33 years old from Taiwan. We relocated to the Midwest in 2022. We didn't expect it would be this hard for her to adjust and integrate here and are trying to move to either Los Angeles or Seattle where there are more Mandarin speaking opportunities. She's on the verge of giving up and moving back to Taiwan unless we have better plans to help her have a career here. Recently we stumbled upon the online degrees from WGU and have been considering for her to get a master's degree in order to be more successful on finding jobs (Preferably remote or hybrid) or in case she still decides to move back home she would have a degree from the US, but we're not sure if she should do the MBA or Marketing (Either Digital marketing or Marketing analytics) degree with her background and situation. We are preparing for a move hopefully in the next few months so were hoping to use the time as best we can to help her have a chance at finding a job.
She is looking for more long term career potential and something that won't be impossible to get into while lacking the work experience and only have the latest masters degree to speak for her ability. We'd really love to hear any advice on the degrees or careers as well as any advice that comes to mind!
Here's the background of my wife.
• She speaks Mandarin as her native language and English fluently. Close, but not quite the same as a native English speaker.
• She has a Bachelor's degree in Business Administration from a university in Taiwan.
• She has corporate work experience as an assistant/receptionist in 2 European companies in Taiwan.
• She has a big gap in her resume since 2019 including having physical and mental health issues, the preparation for green card and relocation to the US.
• After moving to the US she took online courses to learn UX/UI design but due to the oversaturated job market she gave up on this idea. It seems fun to her and she likes that kind of design and organization however for a newcomer the market seems pretty hopeless.
• She's always interested in digital marketing but has no experience working in this field.
Thank you
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2024.05.18 22:28 BDTheInternetCat Why is it so hard to get my first job?

Title explains it all. For the last 2 months I've applied to so many entry level chain jobs. I've probably applied to at least 30 places in my area. And I have NOTHING to show for it. It's not like I'm applying for anything out of my league. I've applied to places like Diary Queen, Panera, Starbucks etc. I understand they want people with experience but how am I supposed to have experience if no one will hire me in the first place. Most of the time I don't even get a rejection email either. It just gets lost in the void. I haven't heard back from over 90% of the places I applied to.
I try calling or going in person and most of the time I just get "tRy ApPlYiNg OnLiNe" YOU DON'T THINK I HAVEN'T THOUGHT OF THAT ALREADY. I've only had one real interview and that's because it was all through an AI chat and they let me schedule one automatically. It went well and they guy said I would do well there but he said I would need to wait for the general manager to schedule a follow up. I waited, heard nothing back, then called and they told me the manager went on vacation so I would have to wait another week. So I waited another week and called and the manager told me they gave the position to someone else.
I just don't understand. Am I so pathetic and worthless that I'm so undeserving of a job. I've created a nice quality resume, I have a good GPA, and I'm willing to work hard an learn anything they need me to. I'm aware that most of these things are practically worthless but what else can do when I'm a student and this would be my first job. I know people who are flunking all of their classes and they have jobs. I just don't understand whats so wrong with me. All I want is to put my time in and start gaining work experience to prepare for my future and no will even give me the time of day. I just want to cry. At this point I feel like I'm never going to get a starter job, and if I don't have experience I'm never going to be hired anywhere once I get a degree. I just feel like such a failure.
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2024.05.18 21:25 Spooker0 The Next Line Will Hold (Human Military Advisors)

Location: Defense Line Husky, Datsot-3

POV: Motsotaer, Malgeir Federation Planetary Defense Force (Rank: Pack Member)
The shrieking whistle of incoming artillery shell was among the most terrifying noises known to living beings.
Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew. Boom. Boom. Boom.
But it meant you were still alive.
Pack Member Motsotaer wondered if the poor pups in the forward trenches heard them coming as the enemy high explosive pounded into their lines.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
One of their anti-aircraft concrete bunkers took a direct hit; its roof collapsed on itself with a loud crumble.
Grass Eater artillery was voluminous, destructive, but scariest of all, it was incredibly precise. Their intelligence assets in orbit knew all, saw all. Their kill chains were short. Once they saw you, they would call it in, and the remainder of your life was measured in minutes and seconds.
There was nothing vegetarian about the efficient and bloodthirsty way the long-eared Grass Eaters fought, and the numerous intelligent predator species they’d exterminated on their way to Datsot… some of those tales gave even Motsotaer nightmares.
The defenders of Datsot had no choice. No choice but to defend their homes against the psychotic enemies pounding their lines to bits. And the ones who remained had learned the hard lessons of war, either through experience earned by blood or via the process of not-so-natural selection.
Motsotaer clutched his rifle against his chest as he laid in his own shallow hole, eyes closed. If the end was going to come for him, there was nothing else he could do but huddle in his freshly-dug grave.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
The blasts continued walking across the defense lines, undoubtedly killing scores of his comrades. But he accompanied each shockwave with a sigh of relief; they let him know that he was still alive. Still breathing.
One final rumble. And then there was silence across the battlefield.
Motsotaer waited a minute before he peeked out — another lesson that smart defenders of Datsot had discovered the hard way. A couple brave medics were already on the move, their shouts left and right, pulling bodies and the groaning injured alike out of the rubble aftermath of the shelling.
With a grunt, he pulled himself out of his hole, rushing towards the neighboring anti-air bunker. The concrete roof had collapsed, but he could still hear cries from the dark. He squeezed through the cluttered entrance.
It was a mess on the inside. The lights were all gone. Scattered sandbags. It smelled like blood and death, and he pushed aside the still body of a Head Pack Leader he only knew of, only to find the corpse of yet another Pack Member, her limbs sprawled in an unnatural position.
“Anyone still alive in here?” he asked in the dark as his eyes adjusted. “Hello?”
There were a series of loud coughs. “I’m here. I’m here.”
“Pack Leader Nidvid!” he shouted as he recognized the familiar shrill voice. “Keep talking! Where are you?”
“Here. I’m here. Help me up.”
As she continued to cough, he had the sense to fish a flashlight out of his pocket, fumbling around until he found the on button. As the light activated, he could see Nidvid half-buried in the dirt, her lower limbs trapped beneath some sand from the broken sandbags.
“Pack Leader!” He got onto his front paws and started digging. “Are you injured?”
“I don’t think so,” she shook her head in the dim lighting as she experimentally wriggled her legs. “Here, I think I’m loose. Help me up.”
Motsotaer grasped her under her arms, and with a heavy grunt, pulled her out of the dirt.
“Whew,” she said, checking her body again for wounds. Nidvid looked around at the other bodies splayed in the bunker. “Oh no… Head Pack Leader…”
“That was a close one. I can’t believe you lived through that!”
“Yeah, me neither… Wait a second,” Nidvid said as she began rummaging through a pile of rubble near the Head Pack Leader’s body. “The radio…”
“What are you looking for?” he asked as he aimed his flashlight towards where she was looking.
“Oh no, no, no…” her voice trailed off as she picked up the device she’d been looking for. “Our hardline communicator…” It was clearly broken from the strike, its shell perforated with a hundred holes and its connection to the landline severed. In disgust, Nidvid threw it back to the ground.
“What uh— what did you need that for?” Motsotaer asked. “Were we supposed to tell them we were being attacked?”
“No… It was— before the strike, we got a high priority order.”
“A high priority order?”
Nidvid recalled, “There’s a special platoon in our salient… We were supposed to get an important message to them!”
“Special platoon?” Motsotaer asked. “Are you okay, Nidvid?”
“Yes, yes,” the Pack leader replied, visibly distraught. “They only had a physical line to us because they’re supposed to be keeping in the dark. Emissions control or something like that so they can activate the flying machine swarm in time. They said this was life and death and our whole defense line hinges on it!”
“Emissions control? Flying machines? Pack Leader, we should get you to a medic,” he said skeptically.
“No! Motsotaer, this is important. We need to get the message to them now. They’re only a couple kilometers south from our position. If we run over to their position now, it might not yet be—”
He looked up at her face in alarm. “Run to another position? Outside the trench line?”
“Yes! We have to go!” she said, as she peeked out of the concrete bunker towards the barren zone ahead of the trenches. “Now! Before they start their offensive.”
Motsotaer began to protest, “But that’s no creature’s land. If we get spotted by their troops, we’ll be hunted down by the Grass Eaters ships in orbit…”
She was insistent, “Pack Member Motsotaer, get it together. We still have a job to do. Are you with me or are you going to sit here and die like a coward to the long-ears?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, straightening up. Death or not, he was no coward. “I mean… I’m with you.”
“Good. Then let’s go.”
With a grunt, she leapt out of the trenches and jogged south, keeping to the defensive side of it for the modicum of cover it provided, and Motsotaer quickly followed. As they sprinted away from the tattered defenses, they ran into a thick tree line that hopefully provided them with some concealment from the Grass Eater ships above.
After a couple more minutes of running in the forest, Motsotaer started to tire and pant. He weighed his burning lung and how embarrassed he’d be if he complained. Luckily for his ego, Nidvid gestured for them to stop after another minute and tossed him her canteen. “Take a break before we get going.”
He chugged as much water as he could in a single swig, and returned the canteen to Nidvid. He gasped out, “How much further, Pack Leader?”
“About one more kilometer south,” she said, aiming her snout up at the treetops. “I recognize the smell of this area.”
“What’s this even about? The message… what was it?”
Nidvid exercised her limbs. “That Grass Eater artillery strike… it was to prepare for their offensive on our lines. They’ve gathered an armored division on the other side of that,” she pointed out into the barren fields beyond the trees. “We have an hour at most before they roll over us.”
“An armored division?!” Motsotaer squeaked. The enemy’s Longclaws — their armored vehicles — were legendary. They could kill from kilometers away. And their thick shells protected them against all but the most powerful artillery in the Federation’s arsenal. He’d never seen one of them personally. If he had, he suspected he wouldn’t be alive to tell anyone about it. “What can we do against a Grass Eater armored division?”
“That’s why we have to get to the special platoon,” Nidvid replied. She pointed in the southern direction, “You ready? Let’s go.”
They galloped for a few more minutes. Motsotaer’s limbs tired and his breaths shallowed as his lung burnt. As he was contemplating whether to ask for another break, Nidvid pointed at a shape in the distance. “There, that’s their position!”
He squinted at it. It was not easy to see, but buried in the tree line was what looked like a bunch of out-of-place branches and leaves over a small vehicle. Buoyed by the anticipation of the end of the marathon, he managed to keep up with Nidvid’s pace.
As they approached, there was a loud shout.
“Hi-yah! Stop!”
They halted their steps and looked for the source of the voice.
“Not one more paw step, deserter! This is a restricted area! Turn around or you’ll be shot!”
Motsotaer looked up at the voice hidden up in the branches. After a moment, with some help from his nose, he found the yeller. It was a short, stout middle-aged male with strange-looking green and brown paint smeared all over his fur and face. He had a rifle aimed squarely at the duo.
“Don’t shoot!” Nidvid yelled back. “We’re runners. We’ve got an important message! For your platoon commander.”
The male in the tree looked suspiciously at them as he leapt down. He lowered his rifle, but didn’t seem any less on guard. “A message?”
“Yes, we’ve got an urgent message for Special Platoon Commander Graunsa. Take us to him right now!”
He sized the two of them up. After a moment, he said slowly, “I am Graunsa. Why are you here, and what is the message?”
Nidvid recovered some of her breath and explained, “The Grass Eaters hit us hard with an artillery strike. Our Head Pack Leader is dead. Our landline is gone. We ran all the way over from our lines north of you.”
Graunsa nodded and gestured for her to continue.
“The Grass Eater armored offensive is about to start. They’re moving into position and ready to go, and there’s a special message embedded—”
“Wait a second,” Graunsa interrupted. “Give me the special message exactly, without omission or your own interpretations.”
“Yes, Platoon Commander,” Nidvid nodded. “The message is: bunny water carriers are in play, red-five-zero-eight; come out of the dark and introduce yourself. Authorization is three-three-greyhound.”
Graunsa looked thoughtful for a moment as he pondered it.
“What does the message mean?” Motsotaer whispered at Nidvid.
“I have no idea,” she shrugged, whispering back. “The Head Pack Leader just told me to memorize it.”
The platoon commander seemed to have made up his mind. “Alright, that seems legitimate. Thanks for the message.” He turned around to leave.
Motsotaer shouted behind him, “Wait, what are we supposed to do now?”
Graunsa turned around. “I don’t know. I’m not your commanding officer.” He paused for a moment. “I wouldn’t recommend going back to your lines though. Might not be there when you get back…”
“What?!”
“You can’t just leave us! Where else are we supposed to go?” Nidvid asked.
Graunsa seemed to contemplate the question for a few heartbeats and sighed, “You said you’re from the position up north?”
“Yup,” they replied in unison.
“And you’re a spotter, Pack Member?” he asked, looking at the rank and position patch on Motsotaer’s chest.
“Yes.”
Graunsa relented. “Fine. We might find a use for you. Get into the bunker… before the Grass Eaters in orbit see us dawdling out here.”
“What? Where?”
The officer pointed at a patch of dark green leaves on the forest floor. As they approached it, he grasped a latch and lifted it to reveal a ladder. The three of them descended into the darkness and Graunsa secured it behind them. With a quiet swoosh, a lamp mounted on the wall lit up to reveal a small hallway leading to a heavy-looking door.
Graunsa knocked on it twice. He turned around and looked at Motsotaer and Nidvid. “What you’re about to see in here is of the highest secrecy level of the Malgeir Federation. If you tell anyone what you see in here, you will be executed for treason. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Platoon Commander.”
“Swear it, on your honor.”
“We swear,” they replied in unison, their voices infused with growing excitement.
“Good enough for me.”
The heavy steel door swung open, showing a room that was vastly different from what its primitive exterior suggested. It resembled a command center far more than a field base, and Motsotaer felt a blast of cold air conditioning in his face as he passed the door threshold.
At the front, a main screen showed a map of the defensive lines in the sector. Facing it, two rows of sleek, new computer screens lit up the dark. Their operators worked busily at their controls, and only a couple faces looked their way in mild interest as they entered.
“What is this—” Motsotaer started to ask. Nidvid grasped his shoulder and shushed him.
Graunsa cleared his throat. Several faces looked towards him in anticipation. “Platoon, we just got the message. Activate the FTL handshake and authenticate us in the network.”
“Yes, sir.” A young-looking communication officer near the front operated a few controls on her console. “I’ve got the advisors on the line.”
Motsotaer read his nametag: Gassin. She was a Gamma Leader, much higher ranked than he, but she looked not a day over twenty. He noted that many of the people in the room sported high-ranking insignias despite their apparent youth.
“On screen,” Graunsa ordered.
A communication window appeared on the main screen, streaming video of someone in a jet-black EVA suit.
Motsotaer stiffened. It was obvious that the subject was alien; at around 1.7 or 1.8 meters, it was far too tall for being a Malgeir. Too small for a Granti. And from the side profile of the suit, it didn’t bulge nearly enough for the tails that the Malgeir’s Schpriss neighbors were known for. A strange new species of aliens.
From the blackened visor, it was obvious that whoever that was… it was the reason for all this tight secrecy.
“Special Platoon Commander Graunsa,” it transmitted in perfect Malgeirish. The alien was either a trained-from-birth Federation Channel One newscaster with a perfectly inoffensive accent, or its translator was far better than anything the Malgeir themselves had invented. “This call is encrypted, but the enemy Znosians in orbit are trying to find your location from the signals, so we’ll have to make it as quick as we can. Have your defensive lines completed your preparations?”
Graunsa stepped up to address the screen directly, “Yes, advisor. Our fire support platoon is ready for tasking.”
“Excellent. Transmitting the first batch of targets in your sector now.”
A series of symbols scrolled onto the screen, showing a number of coordinates.
“We’re getting the enemy positions now,” Gassin exclaimed.
Graunsa turned to her and nodded his appreciation, “Sixteen armored targets. Weapons free.”
“Yes, sir. Programming the sequence.”
A camera on the main screen activated, remotely showing a small hole with some machinery in it dug a few hundred meters away just at the edge of the tree line.
“Launching flying machine swarm!”
As Motsotaer watched, a thicket of metal erupted from the hole in a blur, roaring into the sky.
The main screen was replaced by a four-by-four of windows of black and white images. It took him a couple seconds to realize that he was looking at the battlefield from above. The Malgeir had rotary wing, airplanes, and jet — some were even armed, but they were usually much bigger. And their air assets had been grounded since the early days of the battle for Datsot when the enemy took the orbits.
Not these tiny devices though.
He focused on one of the sixteen windows.
The ground sped past below the camera’s vision, tree line after tree line, the flying machine seemed to know where it was going by itself: Motsotaer looked at the other occupants in the room. None of them seemed to be directly controlling it.
He stiffened.
Is this controlled by a thinking machine?
“We’re getting in range of the target coordinates, Platoon Commander,” Gassin updated the room a few minutes later.
As if on cue, the flying machines flew higher, and the trees on the ground grew smaller, as if further away. Until…
“Targets identified!” Gassin reported with excitement in her voice.
As an infantry spotter, Motsotaer had been trained — barely — to identify enemy armored vehicles. As in, he’d been given a cheatsheet containing the silhouettes of the different types of vehicles the enemy drove. But even he couldn’t tell at this distance what the white-hot smudges on the screen were.
The machine had no such issues though.
Several red boxes materialized on the screen, clearly marking several enemy vehicles in the thermal imagery and adorning them with detailed information.
The one Motsotaer was watching said:
Hostile vehicle, Longclaw MK4 (top armor: ~25mm), 4.2 km.
No hostile EW detected.
Without additional prompting, the flying machines raced in towards their targets, each recognizing a different one as its final destination. Afraid to blink, Motsotaer stared intently at one of the video streams.
A new line of text appeared at the top of the screen:
ETA 20 seconds.
It counted down the seconds, number by number.
The enemy Longclaw got larger and larger until… the screen went black, replaced by static. As he looked around, the other windows were similarly replaced with static one-by-one.
Motsotaer frowned, wondering where the videos had gone.
Then, it hit him. The flying machines were on one-way trips.
The sixteen windows disappeared, and another one appeared, showing the enemy assembly area from a much higher perspective. And instead of the vehicles he expected, he counted sixteen burning wrecks, the black smoke from their flames reaching up into the sky in columns.
“Targets destroyed, Commander,” Gassin said. Several of the officers in the room looked at each other excitedly, but their celebration was muted.
Graunsa nodded. “Call our advisors again.”
The alien appeared on the screen again. “Excellent work, Platoon Commander. We’re assessing the lines and getting the second batch of targets to you now.”
“Understood.”
As the new target coordinates scrolled onto the main screen, Gassin didn’t need additional prompting, “Launching flying machines!”
Another sixteen of them flashed out from the pre-dug position. Another sixteen windows appeared on the screen, replacing the odd-looking aliens’ video.
“Wait a minute,” the aliens’ voice cut into the quiet hum of the control room’s operation. “Switch back to the high-altitude drone. Something’s happening.”
The main screen’s image was replaced by the previous camera looking down at enemy lines. There was a flurry of activity in the enemy base area. Numerous dots representing the ground troops moved to-and-fro. And worryingly, the red squares that surrounded enemy armor began appearing en masse as enemy Longclaws drove out of their covered positions into the open.
Dozens of them.
Then, hundreds. And more appeared every second.
“What’s going on?” Graunsa asked, his voice reflecting Motsotaer’s worry.
The alien took a minute to get back to him, its black helmeted face filling up the screen again. “They’re attacking. They don’t know what hit them in the last strike. But they must have realized that they’re not safe in their assembly area, and they’re doing the only thing they can… We estimate they’ll get to your first lines in thirty minutes.”
“Can we stop them?” Graunsa asked. “We can—”
The alien looked directly into the video. “Not sixteen drones at a time. And if you launch the whole swarm at once, it’ll reflect enough signal for them to sniff out where you are with their counter-battery radars and take you out from orbit.”
Graunsa swallowed. “That’s— that’s— The machines can fly themselves without us, right?”
The alien didn’t say anything for a few heartbeats. “Theoretically, yes. But even if you evacuate your position now, your people won’t get out of range from the orbital strike they’ll call in.”
“I understand. Feed us the enemy targets.”
“Delta Leader, we can’t ask you to—”
“I said, feed us the enemy targets,” Graunsa insisted.
Quietly, hundreds of coordinate pairs filed onto the main screen. Graunsa looked at the faces of the young officers under his command. Dozens of them. He turned around to look at his two guests. “I’m sorry,” he said.
“It’s the right choice,” Nidvid replied, shrugging.
Motsotaer nodded at him.
“I know,” Graunsa said, turning back to the main screen. “Just doesn’t make it any easier.”
“Sir, we’re ready to launch,” Gassin reported.
“Weapons free. Release everything.”
“Yes, sir.”
The ground shook and rumbled, hundreds of flying machines leaving their canisters for the sky. They were close enough to hear the outgoing buzzing as the munitions launched. This time, more and more windows filled up the screen with the visuals of the outgoing flying machines — hundreds of them, and Motsotaer was surprised that the computers could even handle it all.
The visage of the alien returned to their screen. It said calmly, “Enemy orbital launch spotted. Multiple launches. High yield. Missiles incoming to your location, ETA twelve minutes.”
“Understood, advisor.”
POV: Slurskoch, Znosian Dominion Marines (Rank: Five Whiskers)
“Scramble! Scramble! Scramble!”
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing.
“What’s going on?” Longclaw Commander Slurskoch sat up in his turret cupola as the sirens rang loud through the hull.
“We’re under artillery attack!” his Controller yelled back at him through the roaring startup sequence of the turbine anti-grav engines. “The Lesser Predators… they’ve got some kind of new weapon! Took out a whole battalion’s worth of Longclaws in the 194!”
“But we’re not ready!” his Driver complained. “Our artillery is supposed to pound them for another hour before we—”
Slurskoch shook his head as he checked the friendly force tracker on his screen. “Doesn’t matter! If they’ve got some new weapon, we can’t sit still while we get pounded to bits by whatever they have. We gotta get out there. Hurry it up!”
It took them another two minutes to fully warm up the engines, and with a roar, the Longclaw burst out of its camouflaged emplacement, kicking up a curtain of dirt in front of it.
“Let’s go! Go! Go!” Slurskoch yelled as his lagging Longclaw joined the armored formation already on the move.
The Controller spoke with one of her ears in the radio, “Their artillery just launched… something at us. We’ve pinpointed their location, and orbital support is on its way.”
His Gunner whooped twice, and Slurskoch nodded silently in agreement. That’d flatten those carnivorous abominations where they stood. He drew a few symbols and circles on the digital battlemap as the Longclaws drove toward the enemy lines. “Gunner, watch those potential trench lines in front of us,” he instructed. “Their anti-armor may not look scary on paper, but their infantry can always get a lucky hit in.”
Slurskoch was taught in training that it was better to overestimate the enemy than underestimate them. Luckily, the predators usually fell below expectations, which was why the Dominion controlled the orbits of Datsot now and not them.
His Controller frowned at something in her radio, “They’re saying something about the enemy artillery… The engineers at the base assessed the strike aftermath. There’s something strange in the rubble. The attack was more precise than anything we’d ever seen.”
“What does that mean?” Slurskoch asked in confusion.
“The sensor officer in charge of the assembly area has taken full responsibility. They didn’t see the incoming at all. Higher ups are speculating that the Lesser Predators have a new weapon in their arsenal.”
“The predators made new weapons?” Slurskoch snorted. “Useful ones? That’ll be a first. Well, whatever it is, maybe our Design Bureau will get a good look at it when we finally cleanse this planet of their filth. Make our next battle a little easier when we have to take their home planet.”
His Gunner agreed, “And then, the Prophecy shall be fulfilled.”
A few kilometers into the charge across the open, the Gunner remarked with one eye on her targeting computer, “Looks like even the local winged predators know that there’s about to be a slaughter here.”
The Driver, in his open hatch, looked up at the cloud of them flying over the enemy lines. “Looks like it. A nice juicy feast for them in the coming battle. The irony of the barbaric carnivores being eaten by themselves.”
A few thousand years ago, winged predators would have curdled the blood of any natural-born Znosian. On the original plains of Znos, they were one of the most dangerous threats a lone Znosian faced. Now, that fear had been completely bred out of the gene pool, replaced with contempt for predatory primitivism, the courage to face them in battle, and the drive to exterminate them all.
Curious, Slurskoch stared up into the cloud of winged predators with his Longclaw commander optics. He frowned.
One of them shimmered.
Shimmered.
He zoomed in.
Then, he saw a metallic glint. His whiskers tightened.
“That’s— those aren’t winged predators,” he barely made out in shock. “Incoming!”
“Huh?” his Driver asked, craning his head up to look at the dark shapes in the distance.
“Get inside! Secure the hatch!” Slurskoch shouted at him.
His Driver was not very good at thinking on his own, but he had been bred to follow direct orders without question. He ducked into his seat, quickly securing the hatch above him close with trained claws.
He barely secured the Longclaw as other commanders began yelling out similar instructions on their radios.
“Incoming!” his Controller advised, about ten seconds later than necessary. “Enemy… artillery?!”
“Gunner!” Slurskoch gestured in the general direction of the sky.
“I can’t get a shot on them. They’re too high up!” she screamed back at him.
A trio of air defense vehicles next to him opened up with their six barrels towards the sky, lines of bright tracers stabbing out at the dark swarm. He saw one of the… flying machines hit and fall out of the sky. Then another.
It wasn’t enough.
As Slurskoch’s optics tracked the incoming, he saw them dive. They were fast, and they flew erratic patterns, almost organically, like actual winged beasts. If he hadn’t had that specific fear bred out of his bloodline hundreds of years ago, he would have been frozen in shock. Instead, he yelled out, “Brace! Brace!”
Boom. Boom. Boom.
The world exploded around his Longclaw.
Through his friendly force tracker, Slurskoch watched an entire battalion disappear off the map on his right flank, and two Longclaws in his line of sight brewed up in massive fireballs, throwing their turrets into the sky as their plasma ammunition detonated. One of the anti-air vehicles brewed up next to his, splattering its parts against his hull.
His Driver drove for all he was worth, ducking and weaving in the open field. So did the other Longclaws. Some deployed curtains of smoke in front of them in desperation.
None of it seemed to help.
The shockwaves hit his Longclaw in quick succession, knocking him around the armored cabin and rattling his teeth.
Boom. Boom.
More Longclaws exploded. Many more. They were disappearing off his screen faster than the software could update the signals. He closed his eyes waiting for the end.
It didn’t come.
It was hard for Slurskoch to tell when the last Longclaw near them was hit. His hearing organs must have been damaged some time during the attack. His auditory senses ringed as they returned to normal, recovering when his Controller shook him with a paw on his shoulder. “—Five Whiskers! Five Whiskers!”
“What is it?” he snapped, keeping the quivering out of his voice.
“We’re alone in our company, and I can’t contact the six whiskers! And I’ve been trying to reach battalion without success!”
“Try the regiment commander!” he yelled out against the noise of the anti-grav engine.
“Can’t reach them either!”
“What about division headquarters?!”
“I think division’s gone, sir!”
“What?!”
“Nobody there has been responding. All I’ve got is a seven whiskers in the reserve infantry division behind us! They’re saying they see black smoke in the direction of our division field command!”
“What in the Prophecy? How is that possible?!”
“What do we do, Five Whiskers?”
Slurskoch had been trained for a wide variety of combat scenarios and contingencies, including losing his immediate superiors, losing most of his unit, and losing his communication link to command. But he’d never been trained for all of those combined at once. That was just not something predators were supposed to be able to do to you.
He fell back to the next best thing.
“What’s the combat computer say?” he asked.
His Controller operated the controls on her console, and after half a minute of querying, she replied, reading off the instructions, “Absent orders, continue the attack. Maybe we can push through.”
“What? Did it take our losses into account?” he protested as he checked the battlemap. Of the nearly five hundred Longclaws that had pushed out of the assembly area, only a quarter remained. At most. Some of the signals on the map were flagging themselves as mobility or mission killed.
She shrugged, “It did. That’s what it says.”
He squinted at her screen. That was indeed what it said.
Slurskoch thought for a moment, sighed, and bowed in prayer, “Our lives were forfeited the day we left our hatchling pools.”
The other crew members all did the same, lowering their heads to mutter the familiar mantra.
That ritual out of the way, he drew up to his full height of 1 meter and mustered all the confidence he could into his voice, “Attack! Attack! Attack!”
POV: Graunsa, Malgeir Federation Planetary Defense Force (Rank: Delta Leader)
The command center watched glumly as the hundred or so surviving Grass Eater Longclaws emerged from the wrecks of their comrades and slowly resumed their charge across the open toward the defense lines.
The flying machines had gotten a lot of them. Quite a few disabled too. And they were disorganized from the loss of their command. Yet they still charged. Diminished as their numbers were, they rolled towards the battered defensive lines with psychotic determination.
We’ve failed.
Graunsa sat down heavily into his chair. He brought up his communication console, connecting it to the advisor network.
The alien appeared on the screen, and though he couldn’t see its face, he could hear the sympathy in its translated voice, “You’ve done all you can, Special Platoon Commander.”
“It wasn’t enough,” he said, shaking his ears sadly. “They’re going to break through our line. Our infantry can’t stop them.”
It tilted its head. “I wouldn’t count them out completely, Delta Leader. They might. They might not. But your next defensive line certainly will hold them. The city behind you will be held.”
“Tracking enemy orbit-to-ground. ETA three minutes,” Gassin reported quietly from next to him.
Graunsa sighed. He looked at the alien, “I think I understand your people now, advisor.”
“You… do?”
“Yeah, at first, when we were picked for this mission, I wondered why your people were doing this.”
“Doing this?” the alien asked, seeming confused.
“Helping us. The weapons. The equipment. The training. The targeting. It was all in secret, but you didn’t have to do it. The other species around us didn’t do it. The Schpriss…” Graunsa snorted, “The long-tails can’t even find it in their spines to send us field rations. I thought your species… your people were just generous. Or perhaps you simply enjoyed the craft of war, being so adept at it.”
“Are we… not?”
“Those reasons may be part of it,” he conceded. “But more importantly, I think your people understand one thing the other species don’t… that we might stop the enemy here. Or we might not.”
“We didn’t set you up to fail, if that’s what you think—”
“But the next defensive line certainly will hold them,” Graunsa said, staring the alien in the eye. “You will hold them. Isn’t that right?”
It sighed. “I would be lying if that wasn’t part of the strategic equation. Our star systems are indeed next in line — sometime in the next decade or two, probably — if these bloodthirsty Buns conquered your Federation. That harsh astropolitical realism. But there’s something else too.”
“Is there?”
“Yes,” it nodded its head firmly in a familiar manner. “Yes, there is. We aren’t a particularly long-sighted species, Graunsa. We can plan, yes, but wars are fought by true believers. People don’t sign up to put their lives on the line for a hypothetical, potential invasion of our Republic twenty years in the future. They— we signed up for this because we truly believe what’s happening to your people… it shouldn’t happen to anyone, ever.”
Graunsa looked at the helmeted head for a while, then nodded. “I believe you, advisor.”
“I’m sorry this didn’t pan out, Graunsa. If I could, I’d be down there with you. We’d have made them pay for this.”
Graunsa smiled. “I believe you about that too. Thank you, advisor, whatever your name is.”
“You may call me Kara,” it said simply. A deft snap of its paws — he hadn’t noticed how soft its claws were before — and it released a latch on its helmet with a hiss. Lifting it from its head, it revealed a soft, smooth face without much fur except a bundle of long, brown strands on its scalp tied up in a neat spherical shape. Its hazel forward-facing eyes stared at him with the empathy that only other predators were capable of, filling him with mild relief. “Don’t tell anyone though,” it joked lightly, mirroring his smile back at him.
You’re not as ugly as I thought you’d be. Not nearly.
Graunsa’s grin widened at the thought. He put it out of his mind. “Ah. One last thing, advisor— Kara.”
“Yes?”
His mind drifted to his cubs at home. Perhaps they were still alive. He chose to believe that. “Our people’s clans and packs…”
“We’ll let them know,” she interrupted him softly. “And when the information quarantine is lifted, we’ll let your clans and packs know what you did here — everything.”
“Good. Thank you.”
Gassin sat down next to him, “Delta Leader, enemy missiles incoming. ETA thirty seconds, they’re entering—” She stopped her report and stared at the unmasked alien on his screen with equal parts wonder and sadness.
“Take a closer look, Gassin,” he ordered softly. “That… that is who will avenge us.”
On screen, the alien put its gloved paw up to its temple, forming a stiff triangle with its arm in a recognizable salute. “It was an honor, Graunsa.”
Graunsa returned it crisply, letting a primitive fire shine through his face. “Happy hunting, Kara.”

Location: Atlas Naval Command, Luna

POV: “Kara”, Terran Reconnaissance Office
Kara watched solemnly as the green signal blinked off the battlemap. She closed her eyes for a moment in silent prayer for the fallen.
Beep. Beep.
Another light on her console blinked urgently for her attention. Four thousand kilometers from the previous one. The war raged on — day and night — across four continents on the besieged planet. Fifty light years from the Republic, its defenders’ sweat, tears, and blood lined the fields and valleys of the beautiful blue sphere not so different from her own. Tens of millions of them: many who she knew would not see the end of this war.
They didn’t all know it, and some might not have cared, but fifty light years away, someone recorded their names, and someone felt a pang of loss for their sacrifice. In the cold, dark forest of the galaxy, somebody heard their trees fall.
Kara collected her thoughts, adjusted the bun in her hair, and lowered the tinted EVA helmet over her face once more.
She cleared her throat as she glanced at the screen and activated the microphone in her helmet, “Special Platoon Commander Treiriu. This call is encrypted, but the enemy Znosians in orbit are trying to find your location from the signals, so we’ll have to make it as quick as we can. Have your defensive lines completed your preparations?”

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2024.05.18 21:25 ExtensionFile142 Invalidating therapist

Idk if this is therapy “abuse” but I’m just now coming to terms with how I wasted 2 years of my life & $$$ as a broke student & was influenced to make some questionable life choices due to my last therapy experience.
My therapist frequently talked about herself & other patients, which should’ve been my first red flag. However I was new to therapy and thought this was normal. Eventually, she started saying how she liked me more than the other patients & how our appointments brought her joy(?) etc which made me scared to ever contradict her because I didn’t want to be “unliked.” She’d also talk about how she was scared I’d judge her when she made small mistakes (though I literally never criticized her) & one time said she had been anxious bc she had a dream she did sth at our appointment & I got mad.
One of the main reasons I was in therapy to begin with was due to my abusive parents so it was triggering to have to reassure someone emotionally & have to be responsible for an authority figure’s feelings once again. The worst part though was that she either forgot or chose to ignore certain details I told her. Due to the many details she told me about herself, I see why she may have trouble with her memory but she never made an effort to supplement that by for example taking notes. The details she forgot turned into harmful questions/statements, like when she suggested I exercise more (though I told her I have a history of disordered eating and body dysmorphia) & saying “but they never physically abused you right?” (They did and I told her multiple times)
There was a time where I had to be out of the state for a few months & interacting more frequently with my parents. Instead of referring me to another therapist during these obviously stressful times, she reassured me certain things I was fearing were due to my anxiety & wouldn’t happen (they did) and that we could just resume when I came back. In the meantime, she said I should write her emails with updates so she can know how I’m doing & though she cant provide advice, she’d respond generally.
Well those few months went horribly as I expected and I had no mental health support to turn to that last minute. I emailed my therapist once and never got a response, which made me feel abandoned on top of the other bs. When I moved back & resumed session, she said she got my email (I didn’t specifically ask for therapeutic advice but expressed i was doing quite badly and that the situations I’d been scared of had occurred) but didn’t reply because she figured she’d see me in session in a few weeks anyway.
She also frequently redirected convos to the same topics (mostly my parents) when I had other major issues going on that I brought up & said I needed help with. One such issue was when I got literally SAed and she just said she’s sorry to hear that, asked if I got tested, then moved on. Never asked or brought it up again. I thought “at least she’s helpful about my parents” but that also changed once I told her one of them got sick. From that point, she went from supporting my anger & plan to go no contact, to telling me I should try to empathize & consider setting more boundaries to have a better relationship with them.
This honestly is what fucking did it for me because even my friends who I told very little (and the censored version) about my parents to think they’re “impossible” and a lost cause. So for a medical professional who knows the most about what they did to me to say she thinks the relationship is salvageable? And that I need to be more empathetic? It had me questioning if I was the problem for months. She said she brought it up bc it would be helpful for my guilt abt the parents’ illness but I never once told her I felt guilty about that. Yes it was a serious illness & I was emotionally affected but it had a clear treatment plan & was sth that ran in the family so I knew it was coming someday. Even if I told her I felt guilty, she should’ve helped me process that guilt, not immediately stop my lifelong plan of distancing myself from my abusers
I know that now but didn’t then and let myself get convinced. Instead of cutting my parents off (after years of working my ass off to become financially independent & come up with a realistic plan), I set stronger boundaries which just created more conflict & caused me severe anxiety. Now I quit therapy, still feel like shit, and the stronger boundaries have already disintegrated to just leave anecdotes my parents use to guilt trip me with. I missed my timing to cut them off and now they know my address & where I work so I can’t go no contact before I make another drastic life change. Which - surprise- will require mental health support but now I have even more severe trust issues & don’t know if I could ever trust another therapist again
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2024.05.18 21:03 BearsAtFairs How would you list this freelance experience on your CV (not resume)?

I did freelance work with about a dozen startups when I was a fresh grad, more than a decade ago. I genuinely don't remember most of the client/company names. Of those that I do recall, only one is operating. Plus most of the gigs were very short term (3 weeks or less). I haven't included this on my resume in years.
I wasn't bringing in nearly enough money to make it worth having an LLC, so there was no business name whatsoever on my part.
I've got a bit of a career pivot coming up and I'm at the point where a CV is expected rather than a resume. My freelance experience would actually greatly strengthen my application to one position I'm considering.
My CV is formatted in heading order of:
How would you fill out the first two headings for the freelance experience I described?
I'm thinking something like "Various" and "xxx Consultant", where xxx was my specialty. While that would be accurate, "Various" on my CV just seems extremely out of place. The rest of my CV, especially recent entries, is pretty serious and I'm applying to seniodirector level positions.
Any advice on how to frame "Various tiny companies" would be hugely appreciated!
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2024.05.18 20:49 Longjumping_Sock_529 Advice on starting point for a career change. I have a good amount of tech knowledge, but no tech job experience.

Here's the current situation. I have a BFA, my job experience is 20 years in the VFX industry and I live in USA. For the past few years, work has been spotty and very insecure. Contracts have been 2 weeks at a time at best. work gaps of a few weeks to a month are not uncommon. I'm done with all that and ready to move on from VFX and entertainment industry in general. I know tech is not at it's high point now in 2024, but it's always been plan B for me and its the area that I know best and have the most passion for as a possible job aside from the stuff I've been working on.
I have excellent knowledge of Linux, Win and Mac from daily usage and troubleshooting experience. Over the years I've set up and maintained servers and small networks and NAS, while working for budding studios. Did occasional freelance on the side as a web dev where I also have some database experience. Took several college CS programming courses in data structures and algorithms, C++ and Python, but no CS degree. Intermediate in python but no interview worthy projects in the portfolio at this point.
I'm interested in moving into Cloud Technology/Engineering/Devops. I know that's not going to happen right away.
From what I've read, it seems that without any prior tech jobs on my resume, help desk would be the best starting point. With that in mind, I'm considering getting an A+ cert to help get my foot in the door with an interview. Almost done with the Google IT cert (flew through that). With this all happening a bit later in life, It will be tough to afford help desk for too long. I'm hoping I can land a help desk job and start getting experience for the resume while I work on a portfolio and further certs on the side.
Do you guys feel that help desk is the right launch point with all this in mind, or should I reach for something higher level to start with? I feel like I'll get no interviews without at least A+. Any thoughts on that, or other certs for a starting point? Any and all suggestions are appreciated.
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2024.05.18 20:49 throwRA7980 EIT Side Money

I (26M) am almost eligible for my PE, hope to pass the exam in a month and will hit my required experience about the same time. I’m land development and have lots of experience with transportation (no TIAs, but most other) and stormwateutility design. In the meantime, I have been dumb and spent beyond my means along with the government student loans resuming again. Are there any good ways to make side money as an EIT or engineering background? Everything I’ve seen is full time or Part time regular (9-5 ish) hours which isn’t possible with my current full time job. I’m spending a bunch of time studying currently but I have to find some additional source of money for the next 2-3 months. Any ideas? Also I’ve perused the salary studies and I’m totally at a loss as to what my expected salary bump should be after I get my PE.
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