Personifaction of a cell phone

this is basically a LONG story, so prepare yourself
The first thing I have to say is: the tip is not for me, I'm a fem ENTP 7w8 - in high school.
I'm asking this question anonymously for a friend of mine (fem ESFP 2w3), I met her right after I arrived at high school and I also met a fem INTJ 5w4.
Anyway, we always go together well But recently my friend ESFP met an INTJ, I knew he was an INTJ after talking to him for a bit. Obviously I met other people at the time and they complained about this INTJ (let's call him INTJ-a so as not to confuse him with my friend INTJ 5w4).
the first warnings I heard about him were two friends I made (an INFP and an ISFP) who always hung out together, they said they tried to be friends with him but as time went by he started to exclude them and use them both to give money for him if they wanted to continue to be his friends.
they obviously stoped talking to him and every time he passed they sarcastically shouted things like 'GUYS! LOOK AT KIRA!' (since he identified with the L in death note).
Interestingly, that's how I met them (I couldn't help myself, I had to talk to the two people who shouted something about someone every time that person passed by and ran away when someone looked at them)
Anyways, I looked at INTJ-a crookedly from the beginning because I just heard shit about him.
My ESFP friend wanted me to meet him (since according to her we were both intelligent and would get along well) I obviously refused, and rarely spoke to him - the messages he sent to people radiated a certain arrogance that was annoying. but I admit, I thought about messing with him a bit, just to get him feeling dumb. But I gave up and decided to just focus on my friends.
well, in the meantime my ESFP friend kept talking to him.
My INTJ 5w4 friend and I agree that our ESFP friend has always been an emotional person, the type of person that if you say you like her she will ask you to marry her. But she is a good girl, just too much sometimes.
However, she has always had terrible taste in men and ended up being rejected by a guy who can't spend a sentence without saying something that will land him in jail (he is prob an ESTP). He's not bad compared to the INTJ-a, but he's still an ass.
In short: she was in need of romantic attention and this weird intj guy showed up.
He told her that he has autism and she said that she also suspected she had it and the two started talking to each other. Sometimes I would snoop on her cell phone and see that she was texting him.
They talked, talked, talked a lot. Honestly, I never liked him: I could smell the god complex from afar, but my INTJ 5w4 friend said 'meh, he doesn't seem that bad. He just likes be quiet and with himself.'
Well, so I ignored it until things started to go wrong.
The ESFP told me that she didn't want to be with him, but she was embarrassed to do so because he broke up with his WEB-girlfriend because of her (Yes, he was Web-dating, the INFP and ISFP were bullying him all the time because of that - I'm not going to lie it was bully. Those two definitely held a grudge against him after what he did, asking them to pay to be friends with him)
She started to show discomfort when being close to him but seconds later she was smiling and happy with him. Some times I sneaked up behind her and she immediately hid the cell phone where she was talking to - guess who? The INTJ-a.
I knew there was more to this than meets the eye But I didnt ask anything because she didnt wanted to say anything - so I just mentioned this to my INTJ 5w4 friend.
My INTJ 5w4 friend told our ESFP friend that if you feel uncomfortable around someone you like, that's not normal, and that if he says something strange she should just walk away. She also said that if she wanted to put an end to what was going on between the two of them she should stop trying to run away from the problems and just tell him (My ESFP friend wanted to pretend that she was dating me and that she was a lesbian so he would leave her alone, at first I thought it was a joke but then I immediately denied it)
Anyways, I let the tips with my INTJ friend.
well the ESFP spoke to the Intj guy and apparently it all ended there. but not.
She continued to talk to him (even after showing interest in another boy) and there came a point, I don't know what he said, that she desperately wanted him to delete his conversations with her. She talked to him and apparently he did that, but even my INTJ 5w4 friend told her "how are you sure he really deleted everything" - which boiled down to: my INTJ friend and I started to suspect him more, almost like a instinct.
and then the bombshell went off when I learned about a girl and a boy in third grade who when he was 16 the INTJ-a posted online intimate photos of his ELEVEN YEAR OLD girlfriend.
and then it all got worse when our third year high school friend (ESTP 2w3) told us that he and she were planning to do it in the building. And when I least expected it, our group of friends was already around her while she cried desperately.
We saw him looking for her in the cafeteria and on the way out but hesitating when he saw that my INTJ friend and I were with her. I took her to a coffee shop and bought them some drinks then our ESFP friend vented, she said she wasn't innocent and stuff like that, she also said she didn't know what to do because she felt trapped.
I read his messages, honestly, it was funny to see him talking so warmly to her while sometimes treating her so coldly. (he also said he had a foot fetish and wanted to massage her foot 🤣🤣💀💀💀 - sorry guys, I laughed when I read his messages to her.)
Honestly, in my opinion he's just fucking manipulating her - and I'm definitely going to ban her from going to building two at my school (which is the part where he studies and is where it's a secluded corner and they planned to do that) . He also constantly uses the excuse of being autistic to make my Esfp friend think what he is doing is normal.
Anyway, I chose to post this on this Sub because it is easier to characterize people because of the MBTI. So how exactly do I help her realize he's a creep? i mean, she notices this, but she always falls for his lines. just remembering that he posted CHILD PØRN ONLINE, and wanted to take her to an isolated room at school to do god knows what.
Anyways, any Advices?

TLDR; I’m being forced to choose between my career and my relationship, but also need to make more money and have more free time.
So I (M22) have been working in IT for about 9 months now for a small business in my home town making $17.50 an hour working 40 hours a week. When I started out I was just a cell phone repair technician making $15 an hour, a few months down the road so started to learn to solder and took on more responsibility as a cellphone tech and board tech, which got my up to my current $17.50 an hour, then also started representing the business at a networking group weekly, taking on even more responsibility.
As I am fairly new to adulting, my time management is horrible and I find myself having absolutely 0 free time, which has had negative effects on my 2 year relationship. I have neglected spending meaningful time with my partner and got stuck in a loop of just grabbing dinner when I got off work, going to her house, hanging out for a couple of hours and either spending the night or going home. She works different hours than me, typically 5:00am to 1:00pm where I work 9:00am to 6:00pm so we don’t see each other except for those few hours every night and on weekends, but she works Sunday mornings and I get weekends off.
It’s just been really hard for us to find time to do fun dates and stuff like that, and she’s been pushing me to talk to my boss about getting a raise and cutting back on hours, which I of course would love, but it seems impossible to get both of those requests.
I spoke with my boss today about cutting back just 5 hours a week and he was not fond of the idea and played it off like it was a bad idea because I would be missing out on $500 of my pay each month (I went back and did the math myself and I’d actually only be missing out on $350) and I currently already live paycheck to paycheck juggling bills and rent and such. He wants me to work my normal schedule for a few more weeks since I just got back from vacation and he thinks I’m still riding that high, but I really don’t think I’m being fairly compensated for my responsibilities here and don’t know how to make my feelings known and stand my ground.
I don’t want to quit my job but if things continue like this, and it comes down to relationship or career, I want to choose relationship I just worry that I won’t find another job where I can comfortably make enough to pay all my bills AND have plenty of free time.

I have long had a policy that I am not going to share my personal cell phone number with coworkers. This is a boundaries and work/life balance thing. Last year, my bosses asked my team to put our contact information in a shared Excel sheet "for emergencies" and I did it because I didn't feel comfortable saying no. It was a small team (5 people) so it wasn't the end of the world. They were relatively good about respecting boundaries, only texting outside work hours on very rare occasions mostly for things I thought were reasonable.
We were acquired last year, and now folks on a new team we are working closely with are asking for us to put our numbers in the internal company directory. Apparently it's "unofficial policy" for our org. One woman was freaking out about not being able to get in touch with me while I was in an appointment and not answering Slack, so my boss just gave out my number to her.
I have since told my boss that I don't want others at the company having access to my number and that I have Slack on my phone which makes me just as available as text/calling with the benefit of being able to turn it off outside of work hours. He said he understood, that I'm not the only person on the team who feels this way, and that he would talk to our leadership about it. Shortly after, he came back saying he "fought and lost" and that he had to ask me to add my number to my company profile.
Is it even okay for them to ask this? Feels like a huge crossing of boundaries to me, but I also don't want to be unreasonable and refuse to do something that's pretty standard.

When I talk to people about generations and microgeneration, often people don't know about the microgenerations.
To me, the reason why late Xs arent fully Xs and early millennials aren't fully millennials is because of technology. Half of our childhood was analog and half was digital.
We did all the things that Gen Xers talk about but we also had access to the internet, not smart cell phones, and at home video games. We saw a massive switch in how the world interacts with each other. Many Xers were in college when this technological switch happened.
True millennials had technology all around them for most of the formative years.
What are some other things that differentiate Xennials from Xers and Millennials?

Work in a small nursing home. Put a ubiquiti router with mesh points in about 10 years ago. At the time it was perfect for our needs with pretty much just employee cell phones on it. Fast forward to about a year ago and we started having significant issues with speed or just outright dropping. Every single one of our residents now use devices or multiple devices that connect to the wireless. The router plain and simple can't handle the 60+ connections at the same time. Got a few quotes from outside companies all in 12 to 15k range. Small nursing home, can't afford that. I have a budget of 5k max and am looking for any input. Thanks.

My wife, Mia, and I were driving cross-country. It was our first attempt at the “Great American Roadtrip.”
Mia and I rented a small RV; more of a camper than a full blown RV. We packed up a couple suitcases with plenty of room for any souvenirs and we hit the dusty trail.
We started our journey on the “Mother Road”-- Route 66-- driving south from Chicago until we connected to i-70 and shot straight west through Missouri.
The goal was to see those parts of the country we had never seen before, stopping anywhere that seemed interesting. From the plains of Kansas up through the badlands of Wyoming and South Dakota.
In Missouri we saw the world’s largest cap gun. In Kansas we visited the Evel Knievel Museum and the World’s Largest Belt Buckle.
We love all those kitschy, tourist trap places.
Eventually, we made it to Colorado and after a few hours more of driving through amber waves of grain, we saw them... the Rocky Mountains.
We made an exit and headed north through the winding mountain highways.
The Rockies were gorgeous. Snow capped in the middle of summer, some of the peaks pierced through the white fluffy clouds.
We saw a sign that read “Traffic Tunnel - 3 Miles.”
A little further and sure enough, there it was, a large tunnel bored directly through the mountain in front of us.
A large sign read, “Pike Tunnel - Longest Traffic Tunnel in the Nation! - Please turn your headlights on now.”
“How long is it?” asked Mia.
“That’s what she said,” I quipped.
But she was right, there was no information beyond the detail that this was the longest tunnel in the nation.
“Can’t be more than a mile or two,” I said as I watched the little white car ahead of us slip into the darkness. A moment later we joined it.
The tunnel was lit by fluorescents that gave everything a greenish yellow tinge. On the left hand side was a raised walkway behind a railing for maintenance access.
Initially I was struck by the incredible amount of work that went into the construction of this man- made marvel.
“We’re under a million tons of rocky mountain right now,” I said.
“How many years before this caves in?” Mia responded.
I shot her a look--
“Let’s save the cave-in talk until we’re out on the other side.”
“I’m just saying, nature will take this back eventually,” she continued.
I scanned the empty road ahead of us.
“Where did the other car go?” I asked.
We were now alone in the tunnel, no cars ahead of us nor behind us.
“Huh... they must have sped off ahead. Maybe they’re scared of a cave-in?”
My Spotify playlist had stopped playing. Mia looked at the phone.
“No cell service.”
She turned on the radio and spun the dial only to find static.
“You’re not going to be able to pick up a station in here,” I said.
She turned the volume down.
“Just wanted to check... If only we had some CDs. This tunnel really keeps going.”
“I would have thought we’d be through it by now,” I replied.
I looked at the RV’s odometer, 45,600 miles. I picked up speed. I wanted to try and catch up to the little white car.
Up until this point, the tunnel was a straight shot, but now the tunnel started to curve to the right. It may have been my imagination but it also felt as though we were descending…
Mia felt it too and she started to get antsy.
“Where did that other car go? How long is this tunnel?”
There was an urgency in her voice.
I was getting nervous, claustrophobia was not usually a problem for me but when I looked down at the odometer and I saw that it had gone up by 3 miles, my mind began to wander to unsettling places.
We were descending in altitude. I could feel it. I could see a slope in the lights on the ceiling and the railing of the maintenance walkway. I could feel a pressure in my head, and I was getting cold.
“Could you grab me a coke from the back, Mia?”
I couldn’t have Mia getting anxious, that would only start a chain reaction and make me freak out which would then make her freak out.
She unbuckled and ducked into the back of the RV to where we had a cooler stocked with drinks and food.
Just as she stepped into the back, I saw something.
There standing on the side of the road was a MAN wearing a reflective safety vest and a hard hat. He was WAVING to me as I passed him by.
Something about him looked... strange…
I watched him in the side-view mirror as we passed and he was still watching the RV, still waving at the back of our vehicle as he faded into the distance.
Mia reappeared from the back of the RV, Coke in hand. She popped it and handed it to me.
“You look worried.”
“I’m fine,” I smiled and took a sip of the Coke.
“Eric, slow down!”
I slammed on the breaks as I saw what made Mia scream. In the road in front of us was a roadblock.
Two reflective traffic sawhorses blocked both lanes of the tunnel. Beyond the roadblock, the lights of the tunnel were dark. There was nothing but a void of blackness.
Standing in front of the roadblock was another man wearing a reflective vest and a hard hat, only this time his hard hat had a light on top which obscured his face.
We came to a jolting stop.
I turned to Mia
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“I’m fine,” she replied. “It’s a cave-in isn’t it?”
“God, I hope not.”
I rolled down the window, leaned out and yelled to the man in the hard hat.
“Hey! What’s going on?!”
The man was about 5 yards away. He took two steps towards us and then raised a hand to his mouth and yelled.
“Just doing some maintenance!”
“How long is it going to take?!” I yelled back.
The man made a hand gesture as if he didn’t hear me.
“How long is it going to take?!” I called again.
He made the same gesture. I unbuckled my seat belt and grabbed the door release.
“What are you doing?” Mia asked.
“I gotta know what’s going on.”
“Eric, just stay here, it might not be safe.”
“I’ll be just a second,” I said.
I pushed the door open and stepped down from the RV.
“Stay in your vehicle!” the man yelled.
He took a couple steps towards me with his hand out telling me to stop.
“What’s the hold up?!” I shouted.
The man was a bit closer now but I still couldn’t see his face through the shining light on his helmet.
“Please stay in your vehicle!” he shouted.
There was something off about him.
Then I heard it–
“EEEAAAUUUUUUGHHHHHHHH!!!”
A scream, or something, rolled from deep in the tunnel. The worker turned and looked into the darkness. Then he ran past the barricades and soon all we could see of him was the light on his helmet.
The light disappeared a moment later.
“What the hell was that?! Is someone hurt?” Mia asked.
“I have no idea,” I said.
“Should we do something?” Mia asked.
I just sat there and watched the pitch black tunnel in front of me. I had no idea what to tell her. I checked the sideview mirrors. There was still nobody behind us.
“Where are the other cars?” I asked.
“They must have gotten through before the roadblock... Or maybe they caused the roadblock?” Mia replied.
“I saw another worker a little ways back. We could try to go back and talk to him.”
“We’d be going straight into any oncoming cars.”
“There’s a maintenance walkway. We didn’t pass him that long ago. We can probably catch him on foot.”
“Maybe we should just wait for the guy to come back.”
She reached over and grabbed my arm. I squeezed her hand.
She was right.
I looked out at the tunnel ahead of us. I turned on the RV’s high beams but all I could see beyond the roadblock was more tunnel and more road.
I checked my phone. Unsurprisingly, there was no service still.
We waited, but the man never came back.
“It’s been twenty minutes,” Mia said, “How come there hasn’t been another car behind us?
I was having the same thought. I rolled down my window and stuck my head out. I looked back at the road behind us. It went back about 200 yards before curving out of sight.
There was no sign of that first worker I saw on the maintenance walk way. I looked at the roadblock ahead of us and clicked on the RV’s high beams. There was nothing beyond the roadblock but more tunnel. It didn’t look like it was under construction, just very dark.
“I think we should keep going,” I said.
“What about the roadblock?”
“We’ll move those sawhorses out of the way and just drive past,” I said as I opened my door.
Mia looked at me, then she cast her eyes to the dark tunnel ahead of us. I knew she was processing the same limited options that I was.
Driving backwards would be a huge risk in the instance of another car finally coming along.
Getting out and walking would take God knows how long, we could have driven 10 miles at this point.
Forward was our best option.
“Let’s do it,” Mia said.
We jumped out and quickly pulled the two sawhorses out of the right lane. I pulled the RV up past the barriers, then we jumped out again and put the sawhorses back where they were. We didn't need another car to come barreling through.
We were finally moving again, slowly. It was pitch black save for the high beams of the RV.
We crept forward at around 15 miles per hour. As the tunnel turned and twisted, my eyes started to play tricks on me. I kept seeing shapes at the furthest point of the tunnel.
I kept seeing something standing just at the end of the next bend but as we roll forward, there was nothing there.
“Where are the workers?” Mia asked.
“I don’t know.”
I was done rationalizing. This was all wrong. Traffic tunnels are never this long.
My mind started to wander to all the road trip urban legends I’d read about; The Killer in the Backseat, The Disappearing Gas Station, The Pale Man In The Corn Field.
Did we stumble into some strange outlier location? An in-between point on the endless roads that cross this country?
Then I saw it–
“Look! A person! Thank god!” Mia shouted.
As we rounded a curve in the tunnel, a group of maintenance workers entered our view.
The three of them stood on the left side of the road behind two more sawhorses topped with flashing lights.
Two of them faced towards us, the third was facing the other two.
The one with his back to us wore a light on his hard hat. Was this the same guy we saw earlier? How did he get this far away?
I approached slowly and rolled down the window.
“Hey! You left us waiting back there!” I yelled.
There was no response.
In fact, all three men were completely silent, and it was hard to tell in the flashing light of the sawhorses, but they looked to be standing COMPLETELY STILL.
“Hello?!” I yelled again.
I pushed open my door and stepped out onto the pavement.
“Eric wait--”
I held up a finger to Mia.
“Just a second.”
I slowly stepped towards the 3 men.
“Hello?”
No response… What the fuck?
The bright lights of the sawhorses obscured their faces.
I kept moving closer.
“Hey, what’s going on--”
Then I saw it.
Their faces... They were plastic.
In front of me stood three mannequins.
I backed away toward the RV, then I turned and walked hurriedly to the vehicle.
I was seriously freaked out but I didn’t want to alarm Mia. I climbed into the driver’s seat and slammed the door shut.
“They’re mannequins.” I said.
“What?”
“They’re mannequins.”
”Why?... What?...”
“I don’t know…”
I looked back over at the three figures and my blood ran cold…
The Hard Hat Mannequin had somehow TURNED AROUND to face us. All three figures appeared to be watching us now.
Then we heard it--
A loud resonant banging on the side, and then the roof of the RV.
“What the hell was that?” Mia whispered.
We listened, holding our breath. Then--
A shuffling sound--
Something was moving ON or IN the RV.
“Stay here.” I said.
I got up.
“Eric, wait!”
I moved to the back of the RV.
It was dark. I went for a drawer in the kitchenette space and pulled out a flashlight.
I moved to the rear of the RV, the bedroom. My flashlight illuminated an empty room.
“Whoever is back here, I have a gun…”
A shitty bluff. But I didn’t see anything.
I shone the light out of the windows of each side of the RV. Nothing.
Then I heard it–
A shuffling sound, from right above me.
I looked up and screamed–
“Fuck!”
On the roof of the RV, staring through the skylight was a woman with vacuous black eyes and a dead smile.
Her stringy black hair dangled down towards me casting thing black shadows across her horrible pale face.
“Mia, drive! Fast!” I screamed.
Mia JUMPED over to the driver’s seat, shifted into gear and STOMPED on the gas. The RV was clunky but it could move when it needed to.
We lurched forward and I fell back.
I trained my flashlight up onto the skylight again and the woman was gone.
I scrambled to my feet and looked out of the side windows.
Did Mia shake her off? There was no sign of the woman. I moved to the passenger seat, breathing heavily and sweating.
“What happened?” She asked, keeping the RV at a steady 50 mph.
“There was a woman on the roof,” I said flatly.
I realize now that I was in a kind of shock.
“A woman?”
“Her eyes were black.”
Mia just looked at me, then back at the tunnel ahead of us.
“There’s something wrong with this tunnel.” I whispered.
Mia pointed at the road ahead, “Look.”
I looked out at the tunnel. There were more mannequins. A LOT more mannequins. They were positioned on both sides of the road.
They were all facing us and even though I never saw them move, when I looked in the side-view mirror, they were somehow STILL facing us, turning to watch us as we drove past. Watching without eyes.
“Just keep driving.” I said.
As we drove on, the mannequins crowded the sides of the road more and more. There were thousands of them. Eventually they were so close that some of their outstretched arms hit the side of the RV.
They were closing in on us. Squeezing our path forward. One stood in the middle of the road.
“I don’t think i can get around it.”
“Run it over. Don’t stop.”
The RV smashed into the mannequin. Its head shot forward and bounced against the windshield and the vehicle shuddered as it rolled over the body.
Soon there were two in the road. Then three.
I could see where this was going. Pretty soon there would be too many for the RV to ram through, but goddammit we were going to get through as many as we could.
“Speed up, Mia.”
CRASH!
The sound was surreal, smashing into mannequin after mannequin at nearly 60 miles per hour.
Hands, legs, heads and torsos flew.
The windshield cracked, the RV shuddered and screamed and eventually slowed down, despite the screaming engine.
I’m certain the axle was jammed up with lifeless, plastic body parts. Eventually we came to a stop.
“She won’t move,” Mia said.
She pressed on the gas but it was no use, the RV just rocked a little bit.
“Try reverse.”
She shifted and pressed on the gas, we got some decent movement before running into another jam.
“Fuck.”
“Should we get out and look?” Mia asked.
“I’ll go,” I said as I grabbed the flashlight and popped the passenger door. Mia unbuckled her seatbelt.
“We’ll go together.”
We stumbled out of the RV on the passenger side. It was like stepping into Hell.
Countless, lifeless faces stared out at us from the darkness. The only light came from the headlights of the RV and my flashlight.
We clumsily made our way along the side of the RV. The ground was littered with mannequin pieces.
I thought to myself, if we could get a couple yards cleared out behind the rear tires, we might be able to back out and get enough momentum to reverse all the way back out of here.
Instead, when we got to the back of the RV, my stomach flipped and my heart sank.
I was expecting to see a trail of flattened mannequins, instead the RV was now surrounded by thousands of perfectly intact mannequins standing at attention. As if their ranks had some how been replenished after our vehicular assault.
“This is impossible.”
She started to cry. I held her close.
“We’ll keep moving.” I said.
“It will never end. The tunnel makes no sense. It only curves one direction.”
I looked at her.
“What do you mean?”
“This whole time the tunnel has only been curving to the right. it would sometimes straighten out or go left for a few yards but before too long we were curving to the right again. We’ve either been driving in circles or spiraling downwards.”
“So we’ll go back the way we came and hope we’re not going in circles.” I said.
We had been driving for hours at this point. Walking back out the way we came would take days. But now that I thought about it, Mia was right, we’d only been curving to the right.
This tunnel seemed to be very gradually taking us downwards into the earth.
Going forward would not get us any closer to escape.
“We’ll need food from the RV,” Mia said.
I nodded and we stumbled our way back to the front of the RV, the mannequins’ lifeless faces watching us the whole time.
I stepped up to the passenger door and nearly fell back when I looked through the window.
“What the fuck?” I breathed.
What I saw were two mannequins sitting in the driver’s and passenger’s seat.
How they got in there? I have no idea, but what really made my blood run cold was that they were dressed EXACTLY like MIA and I.
They wore identical sets of clothes. The one in the passenger seat had my same New Order T-shirt and black jeans. The one in the driver’s seat had Mia’s green striped sweater and denim shorts.
Their plastic faces stared out through the shattered windshield at the endless crowd of mannequins staring back at them.
Mia stepped up and saw the uncanny display.
“What the fuck?” Mia echoed.
I pulled myself up into the RV and slowly stepped around my mannequin doppelgänger. I avoided looking into its face but I swear i could feel it watching me as I stumbled around it.
Mia followed and we made our way into the back of our dark RV. Luckily we had just stocked our cooler full of deli meat and water not long after crossing the Colorado state line.
I handed Mia the flashlight and pulled open the cooler. I filled a backpack full of food and water.
I turned and saw them–
My mannequin double had somehow moved. It was standing in the aisle watching us.
Mia’s doppelgänger was still seated in the driver’s seat but had turned to peer back at us with its eyeless gaze.
Mia saw the look in my eyes and turned. She screamed when she saw them and backed into me. I put my arm around her and we stood there a moment, letting our skyrocketing heart rates return to Earth.
“Let’s get out of here,” I said.
I slid the backpack onto my shoulders.
Mia joined me at the door. I looked into her eyes. “Are you ready?” She nodded. I kissed her.
“I love you,” I said.
“I love you,” she said.
The look on her face killed me. She was terrified. I’m sure the look on my face was similar.
I opened the door and we stepped out…
We again stumbled to the back of the RV. Once we were clear of the RV and all the crushed mannequin body parts, it became easier to find footing, though weaving through an endless crowd of lifeless people was a slow process.
It was pitch black. Without the flashlight we wouldn’t be able to see a foot in front of us.
As I walked, the beam of light created the illusion of movement in the crowd. At least I hoped it was an illusion.
The limbs of the mannequins seemed to stretch and turn, but the only sound was that of Mia and I shuffling our way through the crowded tunnel.
Things went on like this for what felt like hours. Mia and I were sweating and aching. I was about to suggest we stop and rest, but then I saw it and I froze…
Out in the crowd, beyond rows of blank faces I saw a pale face, black hair and a dead smile.
I saw two vacuous eyes staring right at me.
“Mia, do you see her?” I whispered.
“See who?”
I slowly raised my arm and pointed.
It was the woman, or whatever it was, that stared back at me through the skylight on the roof of the RV.
“Oh my god!” Mia squeaked.
I could see now that the Pale Faced Woman was tall. A few inches taller than the mannequins.
As I pointed, she stared back at me with that terrible grin.
“What do we do?” Mia whispered.
I raised the flashlight and pointed it right at the Pale Faced Woman. I thought maybe this would scare her off.
I was wrong.
The light only made her appear more unsettling as she stared back, unflinchingly.
“What do you want?!” I yelled.
She only stared back at me. She was as still as the mannequins.
“We have to keep going.” I whispered.
Mia didn’t respond. Her body was tense as she held onto me.
“We’ve come this far, we can’t turn back again,” I continued.
I pulled Mia’s hand and we continued on our way through the mannequins, keeping the distance between us and her as wide as possible.
As we moved past, she kept watching us. Though her movements were imperceptible to us, her eyes never left us. Like one of those portraits whose eyes appear to watch you no matter where you stand.
Finally, we got far enough that she was out of sight. But the thought of her being somewhere behind us only unsettled me further and I quickened our pace.
As the hours wore on, there was no sign of the Pale Faced Woman and the crowd of mannequins began to thin out. They still populated the tunnel from one end to the other, but there was more space between them, allowing Mia and I to walk more freely.
The mannequins on the maintenance walkway on the side of the tunnel seemed to thin out as well and I decided it would give us a better vantage if we were walking up there.
I helped Mia climb up the railing that bordered the walkway, then I climbed up behind her. The walkway was elevated 3 or 4 feet above the roadway. We could easily see over the heads of the mannequins in both directions.
There was, of course, no end to the tunnel in sight.
We kept walking.
The mannequins continued to thin out, but they were different now.
There were mannequins dressed as maintenance workers again, but also mannequins dressed as families and businessmen. There was even a group of mannequin nuns standing in a single file line, heads bowed in prayer.
Needless to say, we passed none of this on the way in to the tunnel. I was feeling very hopeless that we were going to be able to find our way out.
I was far beyond speculating how this was at all possible. It’s NOT possible. And even if it were, there is no good reason for someone to do this to us.
The only explanation was the supernatural. Then I saw Her. Rather, I saw THEM.
Arranged in the middle of the tunnel was a circle of mannequins with long black hair and tattered cloth.
They looked exactly like the Pale Faced Woman, minus any facial features. I kept a close watch on them as we passed to make sure they didn’t start following us.
“A door!” Mia shouted.
Mia pointed a few paces ahead of her. There was a door leading into the wall of the tunnel.
We ran towards it. Mia grabbed the handle, turned it and pulled. It was heavy and Mia had to brace her foot on the wall to get it moving.
The metal door groaned as if it hadn’t been opened in years.
Finally, it was open enough to see past.
It was a hallway. It went out about 5 yards then turned right at a 90 degree angle.
The strangest part was the design of the hallway.
It wasn’t cement or pavement like the tunnel.
The walls were wood paneled and the floor was covered in a thick carpet, like a house from the 1970s.
“I say we see where this takes us.” Mia said.
There was no reason to disagree, but I wasn’t going to get us trapped in there.
I opened up my backpack and took out a water bottle. I opened it and handed it to Mia. She drank half, then I drank the other half.
I slowly closed the door, shoving the empty water bottle in the crack to keep it from closing all the way.
I turned to Mia-- “Okay, let’s go.”
We slowly made our way down the quiet hallway. We got down to where the hallway cornered to the right and that’s when we heard it–
KA-CHUNK!!!--
I whipped around. The door had closed behind us. I ran back to it and tried to push it open, but it was no use. There was no way it closed on its own.
Someone had to have removed the water bottle. Our path had been chosen for us.
There was no turning back.
We continued down the hallway. We turned right. The hallway continued, then turned right again. That should have led us right back to the tunnel. But it didn’t. This part of the hallway went on far longer than was possible without running into the tunnel. Then it turned right again.
It went on like this. Sometimes a section of the hallway was 20 feet long, sometimes it was 20 yards long, sometimes it was 3 feet long. But it always turned to the right.
At first it was a relief to be somewhere other than the cold, dark tunnel. But the hallway very quickly became claustrophobic and before too long, I heard someone walking behind us.
We had stopped to take a break and I heard a third pair of footsteps on the carpet coming from behind us. I backtracked to the last corner.
I was terrified as I slowly peeked around the corner, tense and waiting to see the vacuous eyes and inky black hair of the Pale Faced Woman... but there was nothing there. I wasn’t about to backtrack any further.
“There was no one there.” I whispered.
Mia slumped against the wall and slid down to the carpet.
“I think I need to rest.” She said.
I put my backpack down on the ground for Mia to use as a pillow. She laid her head down and was passed out in seconds.
I had no idea how long we had been walking at this point. I stood leaning against the wall. My body was telling me to rest but I couldn’t risk falling asleep. I had to keep watch. I knew SHE was following us.
I took in the details of the hallway for the first time. The carpet was a dull brown and the walls a cheap wood paneling. The hanging lighting fixtures were shaded by stained glass, something you might see in an old diner.
Who built this place? Did someone pick out the carpet and the lighting fixtures? Did a team of workers blast these tunnels into the Earth? Or has this place always existed? Was this Purgatory?
I began to feel dizzy. I was panicking. My heart felt like it was trying to escape my chest. I slumped to the floor and tried to slow my breathing.
I closed my eyes... –
I SHOT up in a panic. I had fallen asleep while I was meant to be keeping watch.
I snapped to my feet and looked around.
Mia was still asleep on my backpack.
Then I noticed that the hallway had changed. A few paces away there was now a plain wooden door in the wall.
I slowly approached it. I put my ear to the door and I could hear what sounded like TV static and the low murmur of voices.
I discreetly grabbed the door handle and turned it slowly. I felt the latch bolt clear and I carefully cracked the door just enough to peek inside.
It was dark, so it took a second for me to register what I was seeing. I saw a small board room. A long table in the center was surrounded by seated men in suits.
At the end of the table stood another man next to an old CRT TV that was playing static. This was the only source of light in the room and all the men around the table were turned towards the tv.
Suddenly the screen flickered from static to a solid dark background. And some warped new age style muzak began playing.
Then the words appeared on the screen that terrified me like nothing else before. In plain text the words read–
“YOU WILL LOSE HER.”
I froze as I knew these words were meant for me I watched with terror as the men seated around the table slowly turned toward me in unison.
They were mannequins.
The TV screen then clicked off and they continued staring at me as I could barely make out their forms through the near pitch darkness.
I quickly pulled the door shut. And whipped around to look at Mia, I had a horrible feeling of dread that when I turned around she would be gone, like the message on the TV promised–
“Eric? What are you doing?” Mia was leaning up and staring at me.
Thank God. There was Mia, right where I left her.
I pointed at the door and said, “This door appeared and I--”
“What door?” she interrupted.
I turned and sure enough, the door was now gone.
I explained what happened to her, but I left out the message that appeared on the screen.
-- YOU WILL LOSE HER –
Those words still burned in my brain. I tried to force them out.
We drank water, ate granola and then got moving again.
Hallways. Endless hallways.
After a couple hours of walking we started to hear music. There were small speakers in the corners of the ceiling.
I recognized it as the same new-age muzak that played on the TV in the board room. The melody drilled into our minds. Combined with the dull aesthetics of the quiet hallways and the endless right turns, the music had a hypnotizing effect.
The lengths of the halls became more uniform. That is to say, the straight section of hallway was about 7 paces, then a right turn, then 7 paces and a right turn.
“I think we’re walking in circles... or a square,” Mia said.
I looked at her and took out a bottle of water. I peeled off the plastic label and dropped it on the floor.
Then we kept walking.
7 paces, right turn. 7 paces, right turn. 7 paces, right turn. And there it was... Mia was right.
The label from my water bottle lay in the middle of the hallway. Somehow we had been led into a loop. I lost it.
“FUUUCK!”
I kicked the wall repeatedly and screamed. Mia just leaned her back against the wall.
This was our dynamic. If one of us lost it, the other became zen and thought of a solution. More often than not, I was the one to lose it.
I finally stopped freaking out
“There has to be a way out. A door,” Mia said.
“We would have seen it,” I replied.
“A hidden door,” she said.
She turned around and ran her hands along the cracks of the wood paneling.
“Most likely on the outer wall,” she said.
She beat her fist on the wall, listening for a change in the sound. I exhaled heavily, sweating and tired, and I started searching the wall as well.
We checked the whole first wall, nothing. We checked the second wall, nothing. The third, nothing.
The final wall... Nothing. I gave up and slumped on the floor. Mia immediately went over to the other side of the hall and started checking the inner wall.
“What are you doing? I thought you said it would be on the outer wall?” I asked.
Then we heard it.
Mia beat the wall and instead of the dead thud, we heard a resonate BOOM –
A door…
I shot up and started tapping the wall with Mia until we found where the door ended. It was the width of about 4 wooden panels. I lined myself up in the center, lowered my shoulder and pushed–
IT MOVED! It barely moved but it was enough to confirm this actually was a door! I re-centered and tried again, lowering my center of gravity, I pushed as hard as I could. The door pushed inward about 3 inches, then Mia joined in. We slowly moved the door, 5 inches, then 10, then 15, then 20.
Then Mia slipped inside.
I had a moment of panic as she disappeared into the darkness and those haunting words came back into my mind, “YOU WILL LOSE HER.”
I darted past the doorway, falling through the threshold and hitting the concrete floor.
I looked up and there was Mia, thank God. I promised myself I’d never let her out of my sight again.
“The exit...” Mia said.
She looked and sounded as if she were a thousand miles away. I got to my feet and followed her gaze. What I saw nearly brought me to tears.
We were back in the tunnel, but there was light. About a mile down was the mouth of the tunnel, and daylight pouring in. Beautiful daylight. I grabbed Mia tight and kissed her.
“Thank God...” she cried.
We started moving. Nothing was going to slow us down this time. We sped up into a RUN down the maintenance walkway towards that beautiful sunlight.
As we approached, something else came into view. Parked in the middle of the roadway was a large vehicle…
It couldn’t be…
It was!
Our RV sat in the road waiting for us. We ran all the way to it, pulled open the passenger side door and climbed in. There were no mannequins to be seen.
I fell into the driver’s seat and Mia handed me the keys. I turned over the engine, the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard. I shifted into gear and floored it towards the sunlight.
As we got closer, I could see the green of trees and the blue of the sky. We were maybe one hundred yards away.
I turned to Mia, tears in my eyes…
And what I saw turned my blood to ice.
Just beyond Mia’s window, that horrifying pale face grinned at me.
The Pale Faced Woman was somehow floating outside of the RV.
Before I could say anything, her hand smashed through the window and gripped Mia by the throat, then in one horrible motion the thing PULLED MIA SCREAMING THROUGH THE WINDOW AND…
Disappeared…
I SLAMMED on the breaks just as the RV passed through the exit of the tunnel and sunlight flooded the cab of the RV. I threw it in park and shot out of the door screaming.
“Mia!? Mia??!!”
I screamed over and over. I rounded the front of the RV and looked back at the tunnel –
-- and what I saw shattered my mind…
The tunnel was gone.
There was only open road.
I had lost her.

I found Reddit posts to be a good resource for each step of the Youth Mobility Scheme Visa application process, so wanted to make a post sharing some tips, timelines, and what to expect. For context, I am a 25M Canadian with an engineering degree, moving to London in the fall without a job lined up as of yet.
1. Application (60-90 mins)
The application process is not difficult, and took me about 60-90 mins. One thing it asks you about is your international travel history over the last 10 years, so it would be helpful to have that information handy. It also asks when you plan on arriving in the UK, so you should have an idea of that too. It doesn't have to be exact but you will have a 90 day window for entry from the date you select, so give yourself some buffer if you are undecided. You will also need to indicate the location (post office) you will pick up your BRP card once you arrive. I recommend picking a location that is easy to get to if you don't know where you will be living yet.
Towards the end of the application, you will be directed to a website where you will pay your application fee and NHS surcharge (charged to credit card in USD). Once you have paid, you can book a biometrics appointment at the location nearest you. For me, this was VFS in the Yorkville area of Toronto. The closest available appointment for me at the time was 3-4 weeks away. There are optional services such as expedited/primetime appointments, courier delivery, document scanning assistance, SMS updates, keep your passport during processing, etc. The prices for these options were insanely high so I don't recommend paying for any extras unless you are on a very tight timeline. I think the SMS text updates were only $5 if that gives you peace of mind.
2. Proof of funds documents and Biometrics appointment (3-4 weeks for appointment + 1 week for visa processing)
Once your appointment is confirmed, you can upload your proof of funds documents using the VFS online tool. You need to show that you had the minimum funds (£2,530) in an accessible account for 28 consecutive days, with the most recent of those 28 days being no earlier than 30 days from your visa application date. I was able to download a statement from my savings account showing the rolling balance for a certain month, so I used that. I had read online about bank statements being tricky as the immigration office wants a date of issue on the statement, so to be safe I went to my bank and got a letter of good standing, dated and stamped within the required timeframe, and uploaded that too.
On the day of your appointment, print and bring your appointment confirmation (has a QR code the immigration office scans) and document checklist. You will receive both in an email after your Visa application is submitted. You will get a number and be called for your biometrics (photo taken for Visa vignette, fingerprints) and submit your passport in a Fedex envelope which is provided to you. I was at VFS for about 25 mins. They also give you a SIM card that comes with 1 month free cell service in the UK which is helpful.
A few days after my appointment, I received an email notifying me that my Visa was being processed. A few days after that, I got an email saying my passport was ready for pickup. They had me open the envelope to ensure my Visa was there, then I was free to go. I did not pay for any expediting, and the time between my biometrics appointment and picking up my visa was 4-5 business days I think.
3. Once you have your Visa
Start the job search. It may be helpful to indicate on your CV that you have the right to work in the UK, especially if you have a Canadian phone number like me.
There are lots of things to consider before making the move. Pause/cancel any subscriptions you won't use, downgrade your phone plan to a cheap plan if you want to keep your phone number, sort out your finances. I was able to open a UK HSBC bank account from here in Canada quite easily, which should make things easier when I land.
Lastly, you have to pick up your BRP card within 10 days of arriving in the UK. I believe the BRP will get you in and out of the country, while the Visa is more of an entry document.

I always see posts where they share a photo of a crowd and their phones are in the air with the caption in the likes of “What happened to enjoying the music?”
But in reality, all concerts I’ve been to, there are moments when the crowd pulls out their phones but then they put it back away and continue to enjoy the moment. Social media always makes it look like there’s this toxic concert killing vibe of cell phones distracting you from the music. Cell phones are part of our lives and they aren’t going anywhere. Are people just complaining just to be those old people that say “i miss the good ole days”?

Not sure if this is the subreddit for this, but I am starting a new summer camp job that requires cell phones to be confiscated by management each day (not very comfortable with this, but the length of the job is 10 weeks and I return to my teaching job in the fall). I am trying to find where I can get a cheap burner iPhone for the duration of the camp. Considering the purpose of this burner phone, i’m trying to spend the least amount I can. I don’t even care if it turns on, I’d just prefer it to be an iPhone since I have texted my manager and our text conversations have had blue text bubbles.

When we get something new, we are supposed to have a place for it, and usually get rid of something of the same size. Or have a way to dispose of the old one. So I got a new cell phone, and am going to sell the older one. But we also got a stationary bike, but my husband would not sell the treadmill that he has not used in years. We both use the bike. I got it specifically due to a bad knee, and used it before and since my knee replacement surgery. I would like to get rid of that treadmill though. We are not hoarders, but have been downsizing and are quite crowded and cluttered in our little townhouse after the big rural home we had a while back. We have successfully gotten rid of a lot of stored things since that move, but have also acquired things. We are not being true to our wish to reduce, because we have acquired things with retirement to enrich our lives.
Finding the balance..... sigh.

I have long had a policy that I am not going to share my personal cell phone number with coworkers. This is a boundaries and work/life balance thing. Last year, my bosses asked my team to put our contact information in a shared Excel sheet "for emergencies" and I did it because I didn't feel comfortable saying no. It was a small team (5 people) so it wasn't the end of the world. They were relatively good about respecting boundaries, only texting outside work hours on very rare occasions mostly for things I thought were reasonable.
We were acquired last year, and now folks on a new team we are working closely with are asking for us to put our numbers in the internal company directory. Apparently it's "unofficial policy" for our org. One woman was freaking out about not being able to get in touch with me while I was in an appointment and not answering Slack, so my boss just gave out my number to her.
I have since told my boss that I don't want others at the company having access to my number and that I have Slack on my phone which makes me just as available as text/calling with the benefit of being able to turn it off outside of work hours. He said he understood, that I'm not the only person on the team who feels this way, and that he would talk to our leadership about it. Shortly after, he came back saying he "fought and lost" and that he had to ask me to add my number to my company profile.
Is it even okay for them to ask this? Feels like a huge crossing of boundaries to me, but I also don't want to be unreasonable and refuse to do something that's pretty standard.

Ok....I'm not quite a "baby boomer" that all the millennials complain about - I guess I'm an old Gen X-er.
But, it drives me crazy how so many of the people that are much younger than me, grew up using computers and then complain that those of us in the older generations are "tech inept", but if they every need to fill out an online document with personal info - name, address, personal info - they type in all in lower case:
john smith
123 main st
any town, ny
Doing this is almost as bad as typing ALL IN CAPS. All this does is make you look like you didn't get through third grade, or that you are very lazy. It might be a hassle to use capital letters on your cell phone, but if you are filling out an official document, like a job application, you need to make that extra effort.

My friend Gary is a nomad, he was last seen in the Tacoma area. He is missing, I created a missing person 's case with Tacoma PD, it's been 3 days now and I've got no word back from the police. Any suggestions? My concern is my friend camps out of his car a lot and was planning to drive to New York, he may have gone to a remote camping destination and his car won't start. And he has no power. I just want the police to look at his last known position for his cell phone and check out that area to see if maybe he's stranded.
My friend is not suicidal and it's very unlike him not to be connected. He and I run a company together, The company is entirely virtual and he's very well connected often speaking within our company chats hundreds of times daily. In the past 7 days he has not communicated at all, this is very much unlike him, The fact that he didn't even mention that he would be gone for such an extended period is what is raising the red flags. All of his friends and his family are reaching out to me to find out where he is.
Edit:
Adding details:
Case #: 2414000576
Build: Gary is 6'5" and asian, he is has a very large personality and you will know him if you've met him.
Name: Gary (Legal name: Zhiwen Teh) Car: Black Toyota Sedan, Gary is an engineer and has made lots of mods to his car including a solar panel on the roof.
Here is a picture of his car, and a picture of him. (https://imgur.com/a/help-find-gary-QyeBs8c)
Gary is trying to introduce a brand of Cacao nibs to various alternative lifestyle/nomad communities, last we know he was going into an alternative lifestyle community that is known for magic mushrooms(but this is second hand information, he never spoke to me about it)

Cross posting this to Seattle, in the hopes that someone is familiar with the alternative communities there. My friend Gary is a nomad, he was last seen in the Tacoma area. He is missing, I created a missing person 's case with Tacoma PD, it's been 3 days now and I've got no word back from the police. Any suggestions? My concern is my friend camps out of his car a lot and was planning to drive to New York, he may have gone to a remote camping destination and his car won't start. And he has no power. I just want the police to look at his last known position for his cell phone and check out that area to see if maybe he's stranded.
My friend is not suicidal and it's very unlike him not to be connected. He and I run a company together, The company is entirely virtual and he's very well connected often speaking within our company chats hundreds of times daily. In the past 7 days he has not communicated at all, this is very much unlike him, The fact that he didn't even mention that he would be gone for such an extended period is what is raising the red flags. All of his friends and his family are reaching out to me to find out where he is.
Edit:
Adding details:
Case #: 2414000576
Build: Gary is 6'5" and asian, he is has a very large personality and you will know him if you've met him.
Name: Gary (Legal name: Zhiwen Teh) Car: Black Toyota Sedan, Gary is an engineer and has made lots of mods to his car including a solar panel on the roof.
Here is a picture of his car, and a picture of him. (https://imgur.com/a/help-find-gary-QyeBs8c)
Gary is trying to introduce a brand of Cacao nibs to various alternative lifestyle/nomad communities, last we know he was going into an alternative lifestyle community that is known for magic mushrooms(but this is second hand information, he never spoke to me about it)

Cross posting this to Seattle, in the hopes that someone is familiar with the alternative communities there. My friend Gary is a nomad, he was last seen in the Tacoma area. He is missing, I created a missing person 's case with Tacoma PD, it's been 3 days now and I've got no word back from the police. Any suggestions? My concern is my friend camps out of his car a lot and was planning to drive to New York, he may have gone to a remote camping destination and his car won't start. And he has no power. I just want the police to look at his last known position for his cell phone and check out that area to see if maybe he's stranded.
My friend is not suicidal and it's very unlike him not to be connected. He and I run a company together, The company is entirely virtual and he's very well connected often speaking within our company chats hundreds of times daily. In the past 7 days he has not communicated at all, this is very much unlike him, The fact that he didn't even mention that he would be gone for such an extended period is what is raising the red flags. All of his friends and his family are reaching out to me to find out where he is.
Edit:
Adding details:
Case #: 2414000576
Build: Gary is 6'5" and asian, he is has a very large personality and you will know him if you've met him.
Name: Gary (Legal name: Zhiwen Teh) Car: Black Toyota Sedan, Gary is an engineer and has made lots of mods to his car including a solar panel on the roof.
Here is a picture of his car, and a picture of him. (https://imgur.com/a/help-find-gary-QyeBs8c)
Gary is trying to introduce a brand of Cacao nibs to various alternative lifestyle/nomad communities, last we know he was going into an alternative lifestyle community that is known for magic mushrooms(but this is second hand information, he never spoke to me about it)

Cross posting this to Renton, in the hopes that someone is familiar with the alternative communities there. My friend Gary is a nomad, he was last seen in the Tacoma area. He is missing, I created a missing person 's case with Tacoma PD, it's been 3 days now and I've got no word back from the police. Any suggestions? My concern is my friend camps out of his car a lot and was planning to drive to New York, he may have gone to a remote camping destination and his car won't start. And he has no power. I just want the police to look at his last known position for his cell phone and check out that area to see if maybe he's stranded.
My friend is not suicidal and it's very unlike him not to be connected. He and I run a company together, The company is entirely virtual and he's very well connected often speaking within our company chats hundreds of times daily. In the past 7 days he has not communicated at all, this is very much unlike him, The fact that he didn't even mention that he would be gone for such an extended period is what is raising the red flags. All of his friends and his family are reaching out to me to find out where he is.
Edit:
Adding details:
Case #: 2414000576
Build: Gary is 6'5" and asian, he is has a very large personality and you will know him if you've met him.
Name: Gary (Legal name: Zhiwen Teh) Car: Black Toyota Sedan, Gary is an engineer and has made lots of mods to his car including a solar panel on the roof.
Here is a picture of his car, and a picture of him. (https://imgur.com/a/help-find-gary-QyeBs8c)
Gary is trying to introduce a brand of Cacao nibs to various alternative lifestyle/nomad communities, last we know he was going into an alternative lifestyle community that is known for magic mushrooms(but this is second hand information, he never spoke to me about it)

TL;DR would you tell your supervisor about a very rude voicemail you got from a volunteer at a different department? The content of the call was unprofessional and confrontational. He called me on my personal cell phone and left a voicemail when he was clearly mad at me.
I’m volunteering for a very large organization that requires me to have access to a certain database before I can move along in my training process.
I had problems logging into this account for nearly 2 weeks and I was getting nowhere with my supervisor so I chatted with IT to figure out what was going on. They told me to simply request access to the database for myself.
The next day I get a call from the guy who is responsible for activating the accounts and said that it was “very unusual” for a volunteer to request access for themselves. He blamed the problem on the fact that there’s another volunteer with my name in another state. Even though my email has a 2 at the end of it. 🙄
I hadn’t heard anything about it again for over a week so I contacted IT again. Through some of my training I found out I was supposed to contact a team lead at his department (which I didn’t know at the time since he never told me his title).
This morning I get a voicemail from him with so much attitude!!!! With each statement he gets more riled up. He said he “knows I wanted to escalate it above him and that’s fine” (sarcasm) Then, referring to giving people an answer about when it’s going to happen… “what am I supposed to tell people except “I don’t know””. And the last thing was “well, I was hoping to get ahold of you but I guess that’s not happening”. (sarcasm) Just because I didn’t answer his phone call! I was sleeping!
While I understand he is upset, I don’t find it appropriate for him to leave this sort of message for me. I’m not sure what to do about it, if anything. I’m hoping you can help me bc I’m not thinking straight.

I'm currently under a plan that includes TV/Internet/Phone (landline that I don't use but deal was cheaper) + one Xfinity mobile line (primary cell, iPhone). It increased by $40 when the deal expired a couple months ago.
I'm on a chat now and the agent gave me an offer at the exact same increased bill number.
When I told him this, he came back with a second promo offer that is the old total for 2 more years, which includes a free line (the landline #)+ free Google Pixel 8 device.
It sounds too good to be true, and the chat agent is providing simple information without going into the bill details other than this total #.
What's the catch, if any?
I'm a little hesitant given that they cannot give me a breakdown of this bill and he's claiming this monthly figure includes all fees (i.e., modem, local/regional TV, etc. I've had them lie about this in the past).
P.S. I attempted to use the Xfinity website to view offers, got errors. Tried a couple support links, some gave me an error. First time opening chat gave me an error. It logged me out and logging back in gave me an error. Going to the billing page gave me an error. Your website is insanely buggy and slow-loading.

One pill makes you larger...one pill makes you small..and the ones that mother gives you...don't do anything at all....sang Grace Slick....
Where was he? He wish he knew. He had been playing on on the web. Starting with vanilla porn. Then kink. Bdsm. Femdom. Chastity play and recently, the last 3 months, findom.
He messed around. Lurked. Started dms and ghosted. Done some silent sends. But nothing seemed to get him off more than recently joining a discord server. Being used by multiple dommes. Having them laugh at him as he was passed from domme to domme. Each draining him a little until he was all used up for the day.
It was early...first coffee not even kicking in...when he saw a dm...from one of the dommes. An invitation. Click if you dare. Follow down the rabbit hole.
He liked her. Loved her. Had wished he was hers but she rejected that. He could never say no to her.
Now this. He opened the link. A flashing message greated him
You have now entered the dark web. Rules do not apply here. Enter at your own risk. Blue pill, you wake up in your own bed. Story ends. The red...
He choose the red.
Upon hitting enter, he felt transported. He was in a dark room. Surrounded by 5 dommes. The head of the dommes, the queen so to speak said "welcome, you who have entered. abandon all hope of a leaving without paying our price".
You have entered a special place. One for whom no cell phone or computer is needed. Think send and it happens. From any of your resources. Bank. Investment. Real estate. Shall we begin?
He could only nod yes. His goddess, dressed in a green shift looked on and smirked.
He woke up. In a daze. In his bed. Thirsty. Dehydrated. Dried Cum all over his bed and body. He picked up his phone. 3 days had passed.
Hell, what happened???
Coming out of his fog. Slowely remembering Send send send send send send send Send send send send and send Send.
Account after account drained to zero. Him allowed to cum after each one.
His heart sunk. He desperately hit each account.
All zeros.
$756,789.00 gone.
All gone.
Post script:
It was a.week later. The queen of the dark web kingdom sat at dinner with her husband. Best steak house in Ny.
Hon, i have good news..
Dinner is on me.
I won the lottery with a bunch of friends!
My half is almost $379 000.
We can buy our house now!
Post post script:
They sat at the lawyers office. Signing papers. The perfect house. For way under market value. The "seller" wanting to help a young couple out. Needing just enough to pay off the mortgage.
They would move in today.
Guess who is moving out?