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2019.03.07 04:07 geobioguy Not To Be Dramatic But I Would Die For This Animal

Not to be dramatic but I would die for this animal Because Reddit needs another cute animal sub

2008.03.25 13:57 Jobs

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2024.05.22 02:41 InDaNoggin Explain: Did the Short Squeeze Already Happen?

Filtering through all the spam posts of "HODLING" and "IM STILL HERE" I manage to find some encouraging words of wisdom,and some optimistic explanations as to why we like the stock that we like.
But then there are those such as u/WarOnFlesh, who have opposing views (very much appreciated) and who comment things such as:

The stock already went up 10,000% from 0.038 to 3.8 per share. All of the shorts already left. No one is going to let their short go up 10,000% and just ignore it. Just look at the volume. Even if all 44 million shares were shorted, all of those could have been covered and you wouldn't even notice because every day for a week the volume has been in the hundreds of millions.
Put yourself in their shoes. They bet that the stock would go down, but instead it went up. They have limits in place to autobuy and cover their shorts when this happens. That's what caused the 10,000% spike in price. It was a short squeeze. It worked. But now it's over.
This is exactly what happened to GameStop. The only difference is the price because this started at less than 4 cents per share

And:

https://imgur.com/a/u-r-here-XmeFrfx
It went up 10,000% in less than a week. From 0.0388 to 3.88. That's 10,000% increase.
Pretend you have shorted the stock. You're betting it's going to go down. What would you do if the stock you thought was going to go down, doubled in price to 8 cents? You would get out of that position and buy the stock to cover the short. But that causes the price to rise more. That's what triggers the short squeeze as everyone that has a short position desperately buys the stock to cover their shorts. But eventually they all succeed in that.
What do you think is happening? Do you really think this can just go up forever and some investor somewhere will think to themselves : "well, I did short the stock because I thought it was going to go to 2 cents per share... but now that it's at $2 a share I'm just going to leave that short position in place"
Is that what you think is happening? Do you really think that anyone that had a short in place before last week hasn't abandoned that?

When reading this, and looking through their recent comments, they seem knowledgeable. Definitely 100% more knowledgeable than I am on this topic (I'm a gamer nerd with a day job).
Can anyone give thoughts as to why this is wrong? Can anyone explain why this is right? Figured this could be a learning opportunity for the entire community and explain what is really happening / has already happened.
Thanks in advance u/WarOnFlesh for making people think. Hope you don't mind the tag.

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2024.05.22 02:37 VeryPoisonedBones [QCrit] DUNGEON INSPECTOR, Adult Fantasy, 96k (Fourth Attempt)

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A solitary goblin, assigned to inspect dungeons in a D&D-inspired world, must navigate both a subterranean labyrinth and the whims of his colleagues after being sent on a mission far above his pay grade. I am seeking representation for DUNGEON INSPECTOR, an adult fantasy novel with dark and satirical elements complete at 96,000 words.
Razle has taken one of the less popular paths in goblin society: working for the Ministry of Evil. One of the Ministry’s tasks is maintaining dungeons for Good adventurers to explore, and although it is a thankless job, Razle is content with his life. When he is dispatched to Monuveln Island, home to one of Evil’s most infamous dungeons, that contentedness gives way to dread.
The task is simple enough: the enchanted crystal that keeps the dungeon’s monsters from attacking their keepers has gone missing somewhere within, and Razle must find it. It’s the dozens of other agents coming along that have him worried—he’s only ever worked solo, and believes that Evils don’t collaborate well.
The chances of this being a routine inspection decrease further when Razle arrives to find the group’s intended lodging on fire and a flock of giant, carnivorous birds on the horizon. With everyone forced to shelter amid the monsters in the dungeon, the first night is a bloodbath. Though Razle pulls through with the help of a suave drake, his fellow survivors make for less-than-pleasant company, among them a cursed satyr, a cyclops war veteran, and Razle’s embittered, grudge-holding goblin superior.
As the group’s numbers dwindle, they decide to slaughter their way through their own dungeon just to have a place to sleep. The isolation is getting to them, and Razle struggles to match their callous, cutthroat attitudes. With their apprehension rising to a crescendo, Razle finally finds the crystal—and it frames him as an accomplice in the monster insurrection. Faced with the possibility of exile or execution, he hides it again, and must consider if any of his colleagues can be trusted with this secret. It’s a position Razle has never been in before, and as he conceals the key to the mission’s resolution, he starts to wonder if his bad luck is more than just coincidence.
[Bio]. With a narrator similar to the guarded, morally gray protagonist of THE UNSPOKEN NAME placed in a bureaucratic fantasy realm akin to THE HOUSE IN THE CERULEAN SEA, DUNGEON INSPECTOR provides a wry look into a world where injustice is a given and no one is at ease. [Personalization].
Notes
Hello again! Here’s another attempt at my query. I’ve cut everything about the book/cycle and most of the fitting-in stuff to just focus on Razle and his situation, while trying to continuously build up the stakes. Big thanks to Dumbo_Drinks for writing a query suggestion on my last post that I borrowed a few things from. Let me know how I did!

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2024.05.22 02:35 AliasLocket1794 An almost extensive list of potential stories for future episodes.

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2024.05.22 02:32 Ok-Kangaroo7656 Struggling with PPD. I’m starting to shut down.

I(31f) just had my third baby about four months ago. Things were great at first but I have become extremely overwhelmed with every aspect of my life. Having three kids is not like having two. I find myself being pulled in three directions all at once. My kids are 7,3 and 4 months. My oldest has ADHD and has behavioral problems in school. My 3 year old was just diagnosed with moderate autism. I am the only one doing all the appointments for them, the long forms for each therapy. I can’t even do it all because I get so tired from one so everything has been drawn out for weeks. I only have Sunday and Monday off work so I spend my Mondays doing the phone calls and forms and arranging of appointments. And my baby is so happy and cute but in their short time here I’ve already fell while holding them and just yesterday while they were in the body carrier hit their head on the microwave door. Both times they have been ok and unharmed. But I feel each day more detached from my kids and less capable of being a mother. My husband got laid off a few weeks ago and hasn’t really been looking for a job. We are barely making ends meet and it has caused me great stress. My mother is my childcare and she will continually make demeaning and hurtful comments about my children or myself and my husband. She just says she “tells it like it is, and it comes off rude but isn’t”. I called out of work today, and I’m trying to call out tomorrow. I went back at 6 weeks because I had too for money. I have a good job but I feel no motivation anymore to do anything but sit in bed and eat my comfort foods. I want to shut down but I can’t. Who would pay our bills…my husband has been caring for our children. But I am starting to fall into not caring about anything and letting it all fall apart. I’ve been trying to keep it together for so long and I’m tired. I called my OB about my PPD and they said they can’t help me because I already did a “screening” at 6 weeks but at that time I was ok…I feel helpless and tired. That’s all…Thanks for reading.

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2024.05.22 02:30 EuphoricEquivalent68 should I keep studying for a major that I think was kind of a mistake or pursuing my passion instead ?

I know this is such a cliché question, but finally, after 19 years living on this earth, I finally know what I want to do. For context, I am currently studying about AI. The reason I chose this field is because of part of my friend's advice, my lack of direction after I'd finished high school, and because I think that since AI is basically everywhere now, it would open up many job opportunities for me in the future. But in the middle of my FIRST semester, I fell into this kind of depression phase? Where I would just stay at home all day and just do nothing, I just stop caring like I wasn't even taking care of myself anymore for awhile..., I just watch a bunch of YouTube videos all day. I just feel hopeless and directionless, the major that I blindly chose just isn't for me at all (shocking, I know), it had gotten to the point that I often make up excuses just to not go to class, and as a result, I failed 2 subjects. So fast forward to 1 day while I was mindlessly watching some YouTube videos I came across an animation channel that makes me realize how much back in the day I always wanted to start an animation YouTube channel like Jaiden Animation, TheOdd1sOut, or Domics since these are some of my favorite channels that I grew up with. I know that whoever reads this might roll their eyes or find it cringe (it's me, I'm just self-projecting), but I feel like I have a purpose to keep living now and It's been 2 weeks since I started learning how to draw, and I know it's too early to say anything, but after realizing what I truly wanted to do gives me life now, I even go to class regularly now. But now I face a dilemma since the major that I'm currently pursuing still sucks the soul out of me. I wanted to know what should I do? Should I focus on my passion or just forget about it since it's just delusional, or should I just keep studying while focused on what I wanted to do, but then the time and money I put on my college degree would be wasted... So I would like to know what you guys all think
edit: sorry for the long paragraph it's my first time posting anything on Reddit since I'm just mainly a lurker, if there any further question you guys wanted to know more you guys can just comment. edit 2: if some of you guys wanted to know the channel that inspired me ,it's "Cận Thị TG" he's an vietnamese story time youtuber who has a fire art-style and animation if any of you guys can understand vietnamese I highly recommend watching him !

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2024.05.22 02:26 Extreme_Sprinkles429 AITBA for taking away the tip of my Uber eats driver?

I(21F) ordered from Uber Eats the other day. I've never been one of those people that doesn't tip, I usually always tip at least 15-20% whether that's for delivery or restaurants, etc.
However, the other day I was surprised when my order wasn't at the front of my door. I looked closely at the picture and realized that the driver placed my order in front of a different residence! I was kind of annoyed so I contacted customer support, told them I never received my food, and they issued me a refund only for the order. Then I went back and took away the tip I left the driver. I understand it could have been an honest mistake, but why should I pay them out of my pocket when they didn't do their job correctly?
I was telling my friend about this, and he said that I was terrible for taking away the tip. He elaborated, saying that since I've grown up privileged and never had to work a customer service job that I don't know how hard it is to survive on tips, and that it was a scummy move for me to take it away since I don't know what the driver must be going through. He also pointed out that it was most likely just an honest mistake, because why on Earth would the driver intentionally mess up an order when that's their livelihood?
Listen, I'm well aware that I've had a financially privileged life. And I sympathize with people who are struggling financially. However, I've also worked before, and the bottom line is if you don't do your job correctly, there is a consequence. Like for example, if I clock in late to work then I would take a pay cut. It doesn't matter if it was an honest mistake, there is still the consequence. So logically it makes sense in my head to take away the tip when the driver didn't do the job I paid them to do correctly. I'm also a student so I'm not in a position to be giving away free money to people.
However, a part of me still does feel a little uneasy about it, just because I've quite literally never been one of those people who doesn't tip. This is actually the first time I've not tipped. Part of me felt wrong to go back and remove it. And after my friend's comments, it has got me wondering, AITBA?

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2024.05.22 02:25 PM_URCATS How to manage someone that will not budge?

Hi all.
I’m a fairly new manager. I know it and my staff knows it and my superiors know it. I came into this role basically by outlasting the revolving door of managers since I started in this office. It’s deserved though! Things haven’t been bad so far but I am running into a pretty serious issue here.
I was on FMLA leave for a bit, and higher ups hired a few more employees in my absence. One in particular, to my understanding, was anticipating having my job but did not get hired for that position, but was told they would grow into it and implied that I wouldn’t be returning.
My return was never in question and this is secondhand info so, grain of salt. But I’m back, and having a serious issue managing this particular person. I sensed this from day one and it has only snowballed since. For context this industry is new to this person. They do not have prior experience in this field. They have experience in a tangentially related field and much of it isn’t quite transferable. This person is older and I believe this contributes to some issues as I will explain. I am late 20s F and my management style is quite relaxed but that is due to precedent being that I am listened to and respected as management.
The problematic behaviors are as follows: -Will ask me questions but reject the answers to the questions. They insist I don’t understand the topic, though this industry has been my life for years now. -Will ask other staff when I am gone on lunch or errands, if the information I gave is true and correct. I believe this because they’ve done the same thing to my other staff, asking me. Either way not listening to anyone! -They are making comments to or around one of my staff that’s making her uncomfortable but it’s smartly toeing the line, to the point that it’s extremely difficult to address. This part has been stressing me out immensely. I want to ensure comfort and safety but they haven’t said anything around me that is over the line but we still know what they’re getting at… and the crazier things are being said while I am out of office. -They are not accepting any sort of directives from me, their direct supervisor. They are additionally interfering with my directives to other staff and telling them to do other things. This has, in my opinion, contributed to a sharp demonstrable decline in key productivity points. My staff aren’t sure who to listen to and our key work isn’t being done as a result. -I do believe through convos with or around this individual that age and sexism plays a factor. I am a young and not so experienced manager. This person is older, set in their ways and probably not keen to listen to a young woman? That’s my best guess. They’ve made many jokes and comments in my presence that allude to a sexist attitude and they call all of us “girls”, not women, and tend to make most of those comments/jokes in the presence of our male partners.
Unfortunately I don’t plan on going anywhere or vacating my position. I am well versed in what I am doing and in what corporate expects from us. I am beyond lost on how to handle these issues though. I’m used to having my one staff member (who has been here for a long time as well and is excellent with her work.) I haven’t really needed to MANAGE people until now. She is leaving us and told me it’s specifically driven by problems arising from this employee I am having trouble with. I’m sick of asking MY supervisor for help because I don’t want to come off like I’m just hating and complaining or something. I wanna do all in my power to fix things. Please, any advice you all can give helps! Thank you!!

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2024.05.22 02:22 V_E57 Joining for JAD

Somewhat of a cross-post, but was told this may be a better place to ask my questions.
I am currently 32, soon to be 33; practicing attorney in supervisory position; and looking to join the Marines and be a judge advocate. I have been going back and forth with an OSO who I've disclosed everything to, and he assures me that there shouldn't be any major issues getting me into OCS. But I still have some concerns, and here are a few:
(1) First and foremost, is the waivers. I of course need one for my age. But I also have a criminal record from 2009 - early 2010 when I was 18/19 years old. All of the charges were misdemeanors that occurred during a 6-month window of me being a dumb ass: 2-3 simple possessions of marijuana, paraphernalia (a bong), petty theft, and a domestic assault. The latter charge is the one I am most concerned about. In that situation, it was a fight between my father and I (which he won, mind you). He didn't want to pursue charges, but I took a plea deal for it because there were other cases going on for the other listed cases. I do know that this conviction does not trigger the Lautenberg Amendment because of the nature of the relationship - he was my father, not a spouse, ex spouse, or minor for which I was in a parental or guardian role. But under my state law, TCA 39-13-111, I am not allowed to own firearms in my state. The OSO seems to think we can work around this, but I am still unsure and wondering if there is anyone else similarly situated or if you know anyone who dealt with this issue.
(2) Moving on to the PFT. I am 33, and haven't exactly been the most active person. I've been a student or had a desk job for the better part of a decade. That being said, I'm not in the worst shape. I am 6'0" and weigh around 170-175. I have only just recently begun training. I am less worried about the pull ups and planking, but very concerned about the 3 mile run in 24 minutes. I've been running the past 4 days pretty regularly for about 1.5 miles. I usually hit just under 17 minutes for that 1.5 mile run. I have until about the end of September to hit that 24 minute mark. How feasible is it that I can my speed up to snuff in that time?
(3) OCS is going to be rough. I know most people wash out due to injury. At my age, I've never had any major or minor injury (no broken bones, no shin splints, etc.). I worry that I will actually make it to OCS just to end up getting injured and wash out due to the fact of my age. If you've been to OCS, what is the oldest age you seen someone pass?
Any other input/advice/comments appreciated as well!

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2024.05.22 02:21 artandgardenal What is it called when my friend does this?

My college friend really needs help and has for about 10 years. Despite trying a lot of tactics to help her, she just isn’t interested in sobriety or therapy. The past few years she seems to be devolving into what I can only describe as alcoholic rambling, general madness, and randomly lashing out.
When she calls me, it typically goes something like this: she tells a story or talks at me, reminisces about the good old days, remembers something that upset her, yells at me, says she loves me, reminisces again, and then I try to exit.
I think it would help me to have a few terms to describe her behavior and maybe mine too… My husbands friend was a total jerk to me behind his back for years and no one believed me. Understanding what “gaslighting” is helped me frame that behavior and be able to talk about it!
So that’s why I’m posting and would so appreciate any comments.
—-—- here’s the long version:
My friend is a 37-year-old living in a rural area with her parents and grandmother with dementia since COVID. My friend is an alcoholic, workaholic, and has ADD. She also really smart, funny and social. Shes amazing at her job in sales/recruiting and really defines herself by it. Her parents are both alcoholics, kinda conspiracy theorists, and often mean to each other (yelling in the background, belittling, hiding things from eachother, etc). She feels obligated to help with her grandma and is kinda resigned to change nothing. Clearly the environment is bad and rubbing off on her.
For example, last week she called me frantic and crying because her dog killed a bird. She talked for about 30-45 minutes, jumping between the current bird and other bird stories, of which there are many. I barely uttered a mmhmm the whole time. Eventually, she asked what’s up with me. I mentioned that I’ve been depressed and struggling to find a job, which is putting stress on my marriage so overall I’m feeling really low. Since she’s in recruiting and knows my work history, I asked if she knew of any job openings. She then launched into a story about how competitive she is with her coworkers and how it’s all a game to get the biggest commissions on placements but those are for engineers. So I take that as a no and by the end of her monologue she was back on the topic of birds. I tried to exit the conversation, and she said to call her the next afternoon if I wanted to talk about job hunting and she may have ideas.
The next day, I called her, optimistic to see the side of her that shines and hoping for some jobs she can refer me to. Instead she pulled up my LinkedIn profile and started telling me what I should change. Which wasn’t want I wanted but sure if that’s her approach she’s the expert. Then she became critical, loudly laughing at my picture, saying my hair was covering part of my face and I looked like a villan, untrustworthy. She’d never hire me based on that photo. She was kinda manic laughing as I was kinda tearing up (I’m aging and avoid photos so I thought the one take by my hairdresser was a high quality headshot and my hair looked cute). Okay sure I’ll change it. The critique wore on roast style with the justification of this is just tough love, the way we talk to each other is unfiltered and she just always around guys.
She brought up networking and remembered introducing me to a coworker, Sally. I said I didn’t remember what ever happened with Sally because it was two years ago. To which she got very heated, accusing me of dropping the ball and never following up. She started screaming, how she put her neck out for me and I couldn’t be bothered. I tried to talk her down and eventually hung up. I later checked the old email thread and saw that I had followed up with Sally, but she was going on vacation, so it didn’t go anywhere. My friend kept calling and texting, so I eventually picked up. I told her I didn’t mess up, and I didn’t want to be spoken to like that. So she apologized for yelling. Then she went back to criticizing my LinkedIn, pointing out a spelling error and calling me stupid. I told her I wasn’t in a great place and that her feedback style was hurtful.
She then veered off into a story about how she loves me and has saved the letters I wrote her. I cut her off, saying that while I appreciate it, those notes aren’t relevant to this conversation and let’s focus on job talk. She got upset, saying I don’t value our friendship and was using her just for a job so fuck you blablabla…
After a few more hours of texts and calls, I let her know I’m going to prioritize my own feelings and block her number but I’ll check in with her in 3months. I’ve tried to support her but also keep my distance but I need to be firmer in enforcing that. I’d say forever but that feels like canceling her when I know she needs help. ——- Rewriting this, feels as long and draining as that conversation was so I’ll stop there.
All of this to say, what kind of pattern is that? Is it something she’s doing because her parents do it to her? Am I crazy to keep picking up her calls? I feel like if I had a name or terminology to unpack all these conversations it would be easier to process them.

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2024.05.22 02:20 SunHeadPrime I Think I'm Being Stalked by A Smaller Version of Myself

The stress of the last six months has nearly killed me. Besides the general cratering of the outside world—political strife, climate change, inflated rents, corporate greed, and the baffling resurgence of crew socks—my internal life was falling apart, too. I'm at the point where I can't see a way out of the darkness, and that feeling has only grown in the last few days.
My struggles ramped up exponentially in the last two weeks. It started when my long-term girlfriend and I called it quits after five years. There was no definitive relationship-altering fight or infidelity. It was simply the boring banality of the "roommate-ification" of our lives together. We both felt the shift but never talked about it. Turns out communication is important.
Truthfully, we'd stayed together for so long because we couldn't afford to live apart. Our rent had nearly doubled the last time we re-upped our lease but even that was a bargain compared to what was out there currently. We were trapped by our need to have a roof over our heads.
My job had stagnated, and I couldn't find anything better. I was stuck. Like me, she'd been job hunting as well. Unlike me, she had a master's, and her prospects should've been higher. They weren't. For five months, she applied to hundreds of jobs and couldn't break through. If she got a rejection email, it was a win. Most of the time, the companies never responded.
Finally, she found a great opportunity at a Fortune 500 company. It was an involved process. She nailed the five interviews, and her "test project" was well received. She was offered the position, and it came with a massive pay increase—double her current salary. I was proud of her—she needed a win. We celebrated with pizza and beer that night.
Two days later, she dropped the bomb that she was breaking things off. The relationship ending wasn't a surprise. The timing was. The discussion was brief, and there was zero chance of reconciliation. She declined when I asked if she could stay until the lease ended. Mentally, it would've been too much for her. Two days after that, she moved out, taking half the rent with her. I was stuck in a lease I couldn't afford on my salary for the next six months.
My free time evaporated as I took on two extra gigs to help make ends meet. In addition to my office nine to five, I drove for a delivery app on the weekends and took a part-time night job stocking shelves at a local grocery store. When I wasn't hustling for housing, I slept or ate. I did nothing beyond that. Nothing brings me joy. There is no spark.
This drudgery has become my daily routine, and it's killing me.
To help cover some cost gaps, I've started selling off some of my stuff online. It was just me here, and I decided that the Spartan lifestyle would have to work for now. Anything I could fetch a decent amount for went up for sale. My apartment is so empty now every noise causes an echo.
Before my shift at the grocery store, I agreed to meet someone who wanted to take a look at my kitchen table. It was a lovely table – my ex had obsessed over it – but I didn't see a need at the moment. Now that I was a bachelor, my TV trays became my default kitchen tables anyway. I wasn't planning on any dinner parties in the future anyway.
A couple showed up later than they said they would. It was a bored-looking guy and a fastidious young woman. She made friendly small talk as she looked over the table. Her boyfriend (I think) stayed quiet and played bodyguard. I gave him a friendly nod at one point, and he just looked away. She said they'd take it without trying to talk me down. I took the small win.
She asked if I could help carry it down to their truck. I was running late, but feeling helpful, even for a fleeting few seconds, was worth it. Her silent boyfriend and I hauled the table through the hallway and even managed to avoid hitting the walls the entire way down.
I placed it in their truck, got my money, and turned to leave. The girl said thanks, and the boyfriend finally returned the nod. I gave a weird half-wave to them both and started to walk away when I heard the passenger window being rolled down.
"Hey man," the boyfriend said, his voice higher pitched than I thought it would. "What was up with your brother giving us the evil eye in the lobby when we got here?"
I turned around, "Huh? I don't have a brother."
"A cousin then?"
"My family lives about a thousand miles away. What happened in the lobby?"
"A dude that looked just like you was hiding in a dark hallway in the lobby and staring at my girl's ass."
"Jacob, really," she said.
"I'm sorry that happened, but I had nothing to do with it. We do have the occasional homeless guy meander in. Maybe you saw one of them," I said. "Did he say or do anything bad?"
"Jacob, I asked you to not say something," the girl said, burying her head in her hands.
Jacob's frosty attitude to me made sense now. "He said something about running up that ass. I dunno, he was mumbling. I told him I'd beat his ass if he didn't stop staring. Seemed to shut him up."
"Oh. Well, congrats," I said. "I'll tell the manager. Thanks for letting me know."
"You should do a better job keeping jokers like that out of the building."
"Jacob, he's not a security guard."
"He should still be a man and protect his home."
"Have a good night," I said, ending the conversation and heading back up to my apartment. I had about five minutes to change and head out before I'd be late. Last thing my ego needed was to be fired from my backup job.
Thankfully, I was able to slip into work and not get spotted by my boss. That was the last of the good news, though. We had a massive weekly order come in, which meant I'd be there late, plus someone had called out. Worse, our hand truck had a flat tire, and I spent the next few hours torturing my muscles, schlepping heavy boxes around the store. I soldiered on, counting down the minutes until I left and fantasizing about going to bed for the night.
If wishing for sleep wasn't a sad statement to my mental well-being, nothing was.
I came home after my shift at the grocery store and plopped down on the couch. I had contemplated selling it, but it was an older Ikea number, and I didn't think the value would replace my desire to sit. I could feel my body sink into the cushions, and the day's tension seep out. I was beat and tired to the point that turning on the TV was a chore.
I picked up my phone and thought I'd doomscroll until sleep overtook me. I didn't expect it to be a long scroll, as even the methadone that is my phone has failed me lately. As I lowered myself from a slumped position to a supine one, I heard footsteps outside my apartment door. This was not unusual, but the noise I heard sounded like kid footsteps. That was unusual, as nobody on our floor had kids, and it was almost midnight.
Despite my body screaming at me to not move, my brain suggested I check it out. I rolled myself off the couch and eventually stood up. I listened again and heard the kid running down the hallway. I walked over to my door and looked out the peephole. I didn't see anyone.
"Maybe I'm dreaming," I said to myself. "Maybe I'm not staring out a peephole, expecting to see a kid running down the hall at midnight, but instead, I'm cuddled up in my bed, snoozing." I pinched my arm and felt the pain. I was definitely in the waking world.
I turned to head back to the couch when I heard the running again, this time louder. I opened my door and peeked out into the hallway. Nobody was there. The door from the apartment across me opened up, too. Gloria, a young at heart grandma who was friendly/constantly buzzed in a wine mom kind of way, gave me a once over.
"You heard that, too?" she asked.
"Kids?"
"No rugrats around. I assumed it was some drunk assholes stumbling home from the bar."
I laughed. Gloria was, as always, blunt. "I didn't see any assholes," I said.
"Then you're not watching the right kind of internet videos," she said with a wink and a hoarse cackle.
I blushed. How do you respond to that? I just kind of nodded in agreement and shrugged.
"Gotta get your jollies while you can," she said before adding, "You need some rest, dear. You look like hammered shit." She shut her door and went back inside.
She was right. I felt like hammered shit. Since I wasn't going to solve the case of the mysterious runner and was sure it wasn't some lost kid, I decided to call it a night. I went back inside, shut down the apartment, and crawled into bed.
I thought about watching one of the "right kind of internet videos" but fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
***
"Your problem is you think the world owes you something."
John, my elderly coworker at the grocery store, was standing by while I unloaded a pallet of cereal. I liked John, and when I first started, we instantly clicked. He's quick with a joke and fun to talk to. He's also about thirty years older than me and speaks with the Boomer combination of accumulated wisdom, backhanded compliments, and fringe conspiracy nonsense. Still, regardless of how couched the kindness is in gobbledygook, he's usually coming from a good place.
"What?" I said, putting a box of Captain Crunch on the shelf.
"You're complaining about your situation, right? Saying it ain't fair. The world took a paddle to your hind quarters? Hey brother, that's the way the cookie crumbles. Gotta just pick yourself up and start over. You're smart enough – figured this job out right quick – you can do it."
The job was wheeling pallets around the store and stocking shelves. It wasn't much to figure out, but I understood his meaning. The other stuff wasn't necessary, though. "I'm just in a funk. I don't see a way forward."
"Hey, so you've bottomed out. No shame in that. Happens to us all. Silver lining, you can only go up," he said before adding, "Unless some other bad shit happens to you like your car dies or your apartment building burns down. But after that, it's only up."
"The apartment building burning down would be a blessing," I said, hoisting another little Captain on the shelf. "The rent is killing me."
"Have you tried negotiating a lower rent? They used to do that when I was your age."
"I think they'd evict me if I even asked."
"Hell, then you'd have at least thirty days, maybe forty, before they'd kick you out. Plenty of time to turn things around."
"Uh-huh," I said, "Any chance you could give me a hand here?"
"My back is screaming like a pretty young thing after prom," he said, holding his back for emphasis.
I didn't push. "Hey, I meant to tell you about some weird shit that happened the other night."
"Lay it on me. I love the strange."
"So, after my shift the other day, I got home around midnight and was flopped on the couch. I heard someone running down the hallway outside my apartment. I wasn't the only one. A few other neighbors heard it, too. When we checked, though, nobody was there."
"That ain't strange," John said, waving his hand, "that's a man who's plowing another man's wife running for his life."
I laughed. "That's not the weird part. So, for the next two nights, it's the same thing. Around midnight, someone runs down the hallway. Only this time, they're trying the door handles as they pass. So, I asked the front desk to check the security cameras, and they do."
"They see a man running away holding his clothes?"
"There wasn't anyone running down the hall," I said, "But the weird thing was, you could see the door handles turning on the video."
"Damn, that's a good one," John said, "You sure it wasn't just a camera glitch. These new ones from overseas aren't as reliable as they want you to think. Chinese probably using them to spy on you, too."
He continued as my brain tried to reconcile John's two opposing comments. "Weird shit happens at night, man. Before working here, I only worked the day shift. Even when they offered me more money to work nights, I turned it down. Even when they promised me a promotion, I turned them down."
In a previous life, John had worked as a paramedic. He came by it after serving in a medical unit in the army. He'd told me he loved the rush of the job, but after a while, the death and hurt in people's eyes got to be too much to handle. But he worked there for almost twenty years. So, the man had a tolerance for shenanigans and odd occurrences.
"Why'd you agree to work nights here?"
"Shit, we're home before the witching hour. This is like late afternoons, at best. But if it was overnights, hell no. Captain Crunch can anchor his own ship to the shelves. I'd take my ass to 7-11 for a day shift before agreeing to work an overnight."
"Something happen to you during the army?”
“I got the clap,” he offered.
I sighed. “What turned you off nights?"
"Oh. I heard enough stories from coworkers to know I didn't want to experience any of that hoo-doo shit," he said, "trying to save someone's life is hard enough without adding in demon kids and ghosts."
"Did your coworkers see demon kids?" I asked, moving on from the good Captain to the Trix rabbit.
He nodded, "They saw too much. I find it odd, even with all the surveillance we have now and all the science we know about these days, that the night still scares us. You ever know someone who worked a night shift?"
I had. My ex. During college, she worked the overnight desk at a hotel for a while. She quit because the job gave her bad vibes. I told John as much.
He pointed and laughed, "See! Don't you find it odd that every person who works at night always has a story of something eerie happening to them? Every person, buster. That's what they call an irrefutable fact."
"Maybe the ghost running down the hallway is an old employee still doing his rounds."
"In that case, keep that door double locked. I'd even wedge a towel under the door just in case."
"Maybe they're friendly? Casper-like in that way."
"You ever heard someone tell you about a friendly ghost outside the funny papers?"
"I'm sure it happens," I said, "The scary ghosts are more popular though."
“We think we know everything there is to know but we are just babes in the woods when it comes to night things.” John shook his head. "Imma tell you one or three things that happened to a guy I worked with back when I first got hired on to chase after corpses in the ambo. Guy's name was Gil. Quiet man, kept to himself. Didn't rock the boat or demand a bigger paddle. Just rowed with us. Good cat to learn under," John said, finally handing me a cereal box.
I took it, and he kept going, "Now, Gil, ya see, he had a little wifey that would pester him about working days. She was a cop and worked evenings at that time, so they never saw each other. When married people can't align their genitals every now and then, it spells doom."
"A little too much information but sure," I said, shelving another box of Trix.
"Probably part of what happened with you and yours," he said. He wasn't wrong, but that didn't mean I wanted to hear it.
John kept on, "Gil finally got approved to move to nights. Little pay boost and a happy, 'fulfilled' wife should've made that man happy. But it didn't. I saw him a few months later, and he had changed. He might've been quiet when he was working with me, but he'd talk to you if you engaged. When I saw him that time, though, oh boy. He looked sick."
"Wasn't a fan of working nights?"
"Wasn't a fan of living anymore is the feeling I got," John said, "After some prodding, he got to talking with me some. Told me he missed days because the nights were messing with him. I thought it had to do with the schedule change, but that wasn't the case. He said he saw things in the dark he couldn't explain. Things that would turn James Brown into James White, ya dig?"
"I...dig," I said.
"Told me they got a call to an abandoned apartment building one night, around three in the morning. Wasn't unusual. Old buildings in the city are where hop-heads congregate and share drugs. Sometimes, the drugs are too much. Sometimes, they find a person passed out or, worse, dead. When you work in the ambo, you aren't scared of death like a civilian. You've been around it. Probably seen a few folks take their last breaths. It doesn't bother you the way Mother Nature intended it should."
He handed me another box, continuing his assist streak, and kept going, "Ambo pulled up, Gil stepped out and looked for someone to talk to. Nobody there, though. Not uncommon. Some people want to help but not be involved. There's not a soul around. He calls out, but nothing comes back. Tells me he turns to get back in the ambulance when he hears a scream from inside the run-down building. They're calling for help. He's gotta go in the abandoned building in the dark."
"No thanks," I said.
"But it don't bother a medic like that. Gil's done a million of these calls. No big deal. He runs into that building but doesn't come back out until twenty minutes later. Just goes missing. After five, the crew heads in to back him up but can't find him. Gil tells me his crew called the cops. It was like he had vanished."
"What happened?"
"I asked him and he got real quiet. Said he fell into some place that looked like here but wasn't here. Said he felt their eyes on him. Judging him. Told me they followed him home and wouldn't leave him be."
"Who?"
John shrugged, "He didn't say. Shut down after that and left. Just walked past me like I was shit on the sidewalk. He quit about a week later. Heard he had a stroke a year later and was a tombstone owner three months after that. Good guy, though."
"Your aversion to overnights makes a little more sense."
"Never in a million years. You don't want something like that coming after you."
"In my case, could it get much worse?" I said with a half-smile.
"Man, I wouldn't even joke about that," he said, making the sign of the cross, "You don't want that shit attachin' itself to you. With your luck, you'd bring him in here, and it'd hop over to me. I can't have a ghost crimping my style."
After a bit, he got called away to sign off on a delivery. I finished out my shift and headed out to the parking lot. When I exited the building and spotted my car, I froze. My doors were all open, and the interior lights were on. Someone had broken in.
I glanced around the lot to see if the thief was still around, but there wasn't another person near me. I walked over to the car and peered inside. My glovebox had been ripped open, and my registration was pulled out, but nothing else was missing.
I found little hand prints in the dirt all along the body and the windows. I held mine up for comparison, and they were about half the size. It must've been some tweens or teens who did this. Maybe they were going to steal some things and got cold feet. I contemplated calling the cops, but since nothing had happened and they wouldn't do anything anyway, there was no reason to delay sleep any longer than I had to. I closed all the doors and climbed inside.
I started the car and heard something rattling in the AC vents. I pulled out my phone and shined the light at the vent. There was a small piece of paper inside. I looked around my car for some tool to pull it out and only found an ink pen and a bent-up paperclip. After McGuyvering the vent for a bit, the paper finally came out.
I held it up and unfolded it. There was a handwritten note. It simply read, "I know you're here. I know you're hiding him. I will find you both, and then it'll be your turn to run the race. We all have to run at some point."
I had no idea what that meant, but my body still provided goosebumps. Who was trying to find me? Who was the second person? Why leave a note in my AC vent? What the hell did run the race mean? I hadn't run a race since elementary school and wasn't planning to do so any time soon. Did they mean the rat race? Because I was basically marathoning that motherfucker already.
"Jesus Christ," I said, shaking my head. "What else, universe?"
As if it were a well-practiced comedy routine, the universe responded. My back passenger door swung open, and I heard footsteps running away from my car. I sprung up and scrambled to get out. There wasn't anyone else in the lot that I could see, but very clearly, someone had been hiding in my backseat.
My nerves were shot already, and this was not something I wanted to deal with at the moment. My brain decided that to avoid a breakdown, I needed to shift into automatic mode and just get back to the safety of my apartment. I'd be more prepared to deal with this – whatever it was – in the morning.
Either that or I'd jump in front of a bus. Both sounded satisfying, albeit in different ways.
***
"There he is," Gloria said as soon as I turned down the hallway. I looked up and noticed a small cabal of my neighbors standing in a semi-circle, waiting for me. They all look displeased.
"Hey guys," I said, confused. "I miss an invite for a block party?"
"What do you have to say for yourself?"
"About?"
"Don't play dumb," another neighbor said, jabbing their finger in my direction.
"I'm not playing," I said, realizing the self-burn only after the words escaped my lips.
Gloria showed me the screen on her phone. It was a static shot of her door from across the hall. She pressed play, and nothing happened for a beat until something darted across the screen. That was the whole thing. I looked up at her, my face twisted up in confusion.
"Well," she said, "What do you have to say?"
"What was that?" I asked.
"That was you!" the pointing neighbor said, pointing harder than I thought possible.
"What?" I said, laughing. "Are you all serious?" They didn't laugh, and I realized they weren't joking. "How can you even tell it's me? It's a blur. Never mind the fact I've been at work for the last five hours. Plus, this blur is half my size. I get we're all weirded out about the Phantom Runner, but it's not me. I swear to God. I don't even have the energy to think about running, let alone the physical desire to."
"Then explain this," Gloria said, slightly swaying from the half bottle of Pinot Noir coursing through her blood. She rewound the video and froze it on a specific frame. I couldn't believe my eyes, but I was looking at...me. Or, rather, something pretending to be me.
"What the fuck?" I said, my jaw dropping.
"Still think we're lying?" the pointer said smugly.
"No, but, guys, this isn't me. I... I've been at work. Wanna see my schedule?"
I reached into my phone and pulled it out. There was an email with my work schedule that confirmed what I was saying. They relaxed, and, for the first time, anger gave way to fear. Their very plausible explanation was suddenly invalid. It left two implausible answers floating in the ether: either I had a pint-sized doppelganger terrorizing the hallways of my apartment, or a ghost was haunting the building.
"I'm...gonna go inside," the pointer said, walking back to their home. Everyone else drifted away until it was just Gloria and I standing alone in the hallway.
She looked at me and sighed, "I feel like an asshole," she said. "Sorry I accused you of causing the racket."
"If I had seen the video, I would've thought the same thing," I said. "We're good."
"What do you think it is?" she asked.
I shrugged and let out an exhausted sigh. "Honestly, Gloria, I've had a screwed-up night already, and this is the cherry on top of the shit sundae; forgive my language. I don't have the mental bandwidth to even comprehend what's on the video at the moment."
"Think it's after you?" she asked, though I suspected the wine had forced her to put that idea out into the universe. As I had already seen, the universe seemed to take requests on my behalf.
"Maybe it's after you?" I said, coming off a little meaner than I intended, but I didn't care. I left her there to contemplate that scenario and went into my apartment.
As soon as the door shut behind me, I felt on edge. Just because I didn't have the mental bandwidth to discuss the doppelganger didn't mean it wasn't dominating my thoughts. I saw the frame of the video. The damn ghost looked exactly like me. What could that possibly mean? I know I had wished for death, but I was very still alive. I had rent due to prove that.
Did I happen to live in a place haunted by a ghost that looked strikingly like me? Was it some kid with a passing resemblance just causing chaos? Was it something else I couldn't even comprehend – an alien? A clone? A secret government project?
There was a thumping coming from the hallway. The mini Usain Bolt was at it again. I knew the neighbors would ignore it. Since they had all thought it was me, which was proven to be untrue, they would avoid the running man from now on. While curious and confused by the creature, they'd never put themselves in harm's way to discover what it was. They were not a brave lot.
Neither was I, but maybe my life crumbling around me had forced my hand. I walked over to my door and swung it open. I hit record on my phone, stuck it out like a periscope, and glanced around the hallway. Nobody was there. No neighbors were looking. No person was running.
"You gotta stop, man. I need to go to sleep," I said to the empty space. No response, not that I was expecting one.
I turned to walk back in, and I caught something out of the corner of my eye. A face at the end of the hallway peeked around the corner. For a quick second, we locked eyes, and it was like I was looking into a mirror. This thing was me. But...how?
I tried to get it on video, but it ducked back into the shadows. I took that as a cue to shut and lock my door. My heart was racing, and I didn't want to think about this anymore, but I couldn't help it. There was a me in the hallway who enjoyed pestering my neighbors. Worse, they liked to run for some ungodly reason.
I put my phone on the counter, the video still rolling, when there was a knock at my door. It echoed in my near-empty apartment. I tried to ignore it and convince myself it was something else, but it wasn't. The ghost was knocking on my door. Even with my brain paralyzed, I couldn't help but think that it was awfully polite to knock.
Another knock, this one more forceful. I wondered if the neighbors thought I was making this up?
"I know you're in there," a voice said. It sounded just like me. "This is about the race. We all have to run the race. It's your turn now."
I froze. My legs went wobbly like a boxer on the brink of a blackout, but I stayed tall. I opened my mouth to speak and found the words dying in my throat. I grabbed a nearby bottle of water and took a chug.
"We all have to run the race."
"What race?" I choked out, "What are you talking about?"
"Open up. They're in there already, and I need to get them."
I glanced all around my empty apartment. I didn't see anyone else in here. I didn't hear anything. Whatever this thing was, it was lying. I grabbed my phone and held it in my hand. I wanted to document this to prove that I wasn't crazy.
“Did you leave the note?”
“I know they’re in there with you,” it repeated.
"There's no one in here," I said.
"They're hiding. I think I know where. I can hear them."
"You've gotta get out of here," I said. "There's nothing here, and you're scaring people."
"I'm scared, and you should be! You have to run the race, man! Open up, and I can show you."
The handle started to shake. I peered through the keyhole and only saw the top of the other me's head. They began to shoulder the door, and it crunched against my nose. I screamed out in pain and stumbled back. I tripped over my feet and landed hard on my ass.
The thing slammed into the door two more times, shaking the walls. The strength seemed unnatural. On the third hit, the door burst open. I finally got a view of the thing. It was me. Scaled down by half, but it was me. We both seemed shocked.
"You're so much taller up close," the other me said.
"Who the fuck are you?"
I felt a buzzing in my feet that seemed to climb up my body until it reached my brain. There was an intense pain that rippled through the folds of my mind. Through the pain, I could hear a disembodied voice whisper, "We all must run the race. We all have to run. Chase it. Chase yourself." It felt like my skull was going to split in two. I clutched the sides of my head and let out a primal scream that hurt my own ears.
Then it was gone. But I could still feel the echoes in my mind. "We all have to run the race. We all have to run." The thought would waver between making no sense and making complete sense. One second, I was questioning what was happening to my mind, and the next, all I felt was the desire to continue the race.
"There he is!" the other me yelled, pointing at the hallway.
I glanced over and saw another version of me standing in the hallway. It was half the size of the other me that had broken into my place. When tiny me locked eyes with my intruder, he ran for the open hallway closet.
The other me followed, screaming that it would catch the little bastard if it was the last thing he'd do. I pushed myself up to my feet and felt queasy. I watched as the other me ran head-first into the closet without slowing. I expected to hear a loud thump as it hit the back wall but none came.
"We all have to run the race," the voice in my head said, soothing my nerves. "It's your time to run the race."
I moved down the hallway, each footfall echoing loudly in the empty apartment, each step bringing me closer to the closet door. Something was drawing me there. The voice's words echoed in my mind as well: "We all have to run the race. It's your turn now."
I grabbed the door and stopped. Something was compelling me to move forward. To go into the closet. To chase myself. To run the race.
"No," I whispered and yanked my hand from the door. I pulled out my still recording phone, and stared into the camera. My face was devoid of color, and you could see the fear etched into me. "I'm freaking out because...because…"
I stopped. I felt an invisible hand grab my body and tug. "Because...because if I don't run the race, something bad will happen. I have to chase it. I...I have to."
My phone dropped from my hand, and I didn’t care. The force pulling me forward stopped but my body kept going. I could feel the last strands of my rational mind splintering. My thoughts became focused on one thing: I had to catch myself, find out what was happening, and run the race. If I ran, maybe I'd win.
I needed a win.
I walked into the back of the closet and felt a door handle sticking out of the wall. I'd been in that closet a million times before and never had seen this. But a sense of calm washed over me. This….this was supposed to be here. This was perfectly fine.
I turned the handle and pulled open the invisible door. In front of me was a hallway that looked strikingly like the one outside my apartment. At the end of the hallway, I saw Gloria step out of their home to leave for the night. She was huge. Twice my size, easy.
Another door opened, and I saw...me—a giant version of me. The Hulk version of me was getting ready to go to the grocery store for work. I watched as the giant Gloria and giant me joked and laughed. I was stunned.
I stared, and a new thought came to me. I have to find the smaller me and talk to it. I needed to find out if there's a way out of this...this….
"It's your turn to run," the voice said.
Calm embraced me. "It's my turn to run," I repeated. As the giant me took off and the giant Gloria re-entered her apartment, the hallway beckoned.
"We all have to run the race," I said softly, "It's my turn now."
I started running.

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2024.05.22 02:17 MJMAGGA Suggestions for someone looking to become a teacher

Hello, I am 19M. Currently about 1 year in out of a 4 year active duty contract with the Marines (I enlisted right out of high school).
Being a teacher has kind of been something in the back of my mind since I was in middle school. When I was a senior in high school I wanted to go to school for civil service (in particular I wanted to work in child services). When I told my career counselor this all I remember was the shock on her face as she tried to persuade me into business or marketing which many of the other kids were going for. So I was pretty demotivated after that and ended up just joining the military after a recruiter called me.
I’m coming here now with about 3 years (technically 2.5 years with terminal leave/skillbridge, etc.) left, I want to ask the pros and cons of being a teacher, if you recommend I start at middle school or high school, and if there is anything I could do online and get some early degrees to start working on it with my Tuitions assistance.
Some background on me/why I want to be a teacher, when I was a highschooler I always found myself in limbo between an excelling student but one who just couldn’t connect with the class/teachers. No disciplinary issues besides just blatantly not showing up to school senior year once I had already DEPed in for the military, but in freshman year I had made honor classes and whatnot but with COVID/some personal things I was barely passing them and went back to general ed.
History was the one class I always enjoyed, and my history teachers I was always close to and I believe this is one of the biggest reasons why I want to become a teacher now. I am aware of the general cons of the job, high stress, low pay, etc. I am sure there are more, but I genuinely want to go out and be a teacher that is remembered by the students by someone who was more a history teacher and more of a supportementor, someone they can look forward to seeing when they come to school because I know what that feeling is as a student.
I’ll give more details in the comments, thanks!

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2024.05.22 02:14 MJMAGGA Advice for someone wanting to be a middle/high school teacher?

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2024.05.22 02:13 juankicks231 Looking for Online Jobs and long term Client

Looking for my long term Client
Hello everyone I am here to find some gigs or maybe long term online job. I will be straight to the point, here are my skills:

Autocad (Drawings, Electrical)
Basic civil3d (Land Survey, Newbie)
Ms word
Excel applications (Pivot, Macros, formulas)
Homework Help
Data Entry or Research
Virtual/Online Assistant

Also, I'm starting to learn figma to become a web designer, if ever you need someone to train and become your assistant, please let me know. I'm very willing for this.
If you need anything and you think I will be fit for the job, please let me know. I am willing to learn new skills for the future. I hope to start my frelancing career with you. Thank you!
P.S. graduating student (electrical eng) Philippines
Minimum of 5$ per hour
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2024.05.22 02:11 More-Network-4303 I now understand why everyone quits this job position

This is a throw away.
Tw: Racism, maybe?
For context, I am POC.
I (21 F) work in an office where communication goes to die. You could send an email three days prior, and it will still not be read. You could talk to someone and be met with constant “I don’t understand” or being talked down to while simultaneously not getting an answer. Half of the times, I give up on verbal communication because we are just talking in circles.
Since being hired, I have quickly realized I am one in a long line of people in my position. My predecessor worked this position for about six months before they moved her. The girl before? Two before she left. The reason? We work with the actual devil (~ 65 F).
This woman is the most vindictive person I have ever met, but according to our boss, she has never been malicious in all the time he’s known her. Let me tell you right now, he must have the world’s most colorful rose-tinted glasses.
According to the other people in the office, she actively seeks to humiliate and hold power over people in my position. Mind you, this isn’t how our work structure is supposed to be framed. Oh, and she definitely makes racially insensitive comments towards anyone she deems below her.
She has asked people if English is a foreign language to them and where they “come from originally”. And apparently, when an African American woman was in my job position, the two of them would fight constantly. She has also thrown papers at people and tried to square up with them in the copy room.
And now that I am in this job position, I have been asked where I come from and if I grew up “here”, meaning the United States. Generally, these aren’t necessarily offensive. But at the time, I had known her for maybe two weeks. When I told my bosses, one took the matter seriously (1) while the other droned on about how she’s the sweetest person he knows (2).
Since the incident, she refused to speak to or even look at me. Everything was via email. Not wanting to stir the pot, I met her where she was and communicated mostly through email. This is where I messed up.
Recently, I sent an email asking that this coworker send me more clear information regarding a request she had. I request information for the office, so it is important to give me the correct info, and as much info as possible.
I double checked with 1, and he said that yes, everyone should be giving me as much info as they can when giving me requests, and that it was okay to send everyone a reminder. I send a reminder to everyone (not just the one person) about this.
Later, she sent me an email with barely any info (like people’s names instead of facilities or offices, some addresses, and no dates for what she needs), and I tell her I need more clear info to be able to process her request.
Well, she showed this email to 2, and he has a “talk” with me. Which is basically just me saying “I’m sorry I misunderstood how the process works” and him saying I was being inappropriate for “telling her how to do her job”.
Apparently I should have taken that info and searched the files myself. He called the info “easily accessible”, and believe me, it was not. I will have to keep digging for it tomorrow and possibly into the next day.
In case you haven’t caught on, that is almost the complete opposite of what 1 told me.
2 also told me I should reach out and try talking to her. I explained she won’t even look at me and he implied it was because I brought up her insensitive comments. I tried to tell him over and over that she would not talk to me. I think I would’ve gotten farther explaining to the wall.
After this meeting, I basically start crying out of frustration. One of my coworkers told me apparently, she does this to everyone in my position and likes making them frustrated and cry.
No wonder everyone quits.
Tl;dr: My maybe-malicious coworker makes everyone quit or gets them fired.

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2024.05.22 02:09 juankicks231 Looking for Online Jobs and long term Client

Looking for my long term Client
Hello everyone I am here to find some gigs or maybe long term online job. I will be straight to the point, here are my skills:

Autocad (Drawings, Electrical)
Basic civil3d (Land Survey, Newbie)
Ms word
Excel applications (Pivot, Macros, formulas)
Homework Help
Data Entry or Research
Virtual/Online Assistant

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2024.05.22 02:08 Silver-Hat-6643 Is the online clinical research program at Seneca worth it?

I'm thinking of applying to the CRQC certificate program at Seneca. I was wondering if any of you have done the program and if it helped your chances of finding research jobs afterwards. Any comments on the program or alternatives in general would be appreciated.

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2024.05.22 02:08 Coastal_Conundrum Dealing with owner’s nepotism intern

The owner of our small company hired his niece as an intern in my department (admin) in January. It was supposed to be a temporary situation while she moved to our city to improve her job hunt. We didn’t have much work for her at the time but it was okay, there were some back burner projects it was helpful to have her assistance with.
We now have no work for her and have not for months. My team of two scrapes together non essential projects for her to work on. It’s clear that she doesn’t want to be here based on her daily attitude. Her schedule changes frequently to accommodate interviews and other schedule conflicts (like the owner needing her to pick up his kids from school). What I do have for her to do I feel is met with a bad attitude and is done with poor quality.
For example, a task today was to incorporate the updates to a training guide - 4-5 page word document of text and images with track changes and comments. My co-worker had to stand over her shoulder almost the entire time to help her figure out the best placement for images, formatting solutions, etc. I also will find mistakes in data entry that she’s done.
I have mentioned to the owner multiple times that we don’t have any work for her to do. I am reluctant to train her on anything essential or do any major coaching because of the quality of her work and I don’t feel it’s worth the investment if she could have a new job tomorrow. Then again it’s been almost 5 months of this.
What’s to be done here?

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2024.05.22 02:05 Parafault Modern Fortran for F66/77 updates?

So at my job, I have inherited dozens of archaic Fortran 66/77 programs. They use things like Hollerith constants and common blocks all over the place, are all in full caps with practically no comments, and use none of the silly modern conveniences: it’s pure punchcard code!! Many of my coworkers are really old, and they only know how to code in Fortran 77, so it’s what they’ve taught me.
I HATE Fortran 77, but I LOVE many of these programs: they were developed over decades and would be near-impossible to rebuild. I’ve been updating them to do things like export to .csv files instead of plain text files, to allow input via input files rather than via the terminal, and to run on modern 64-bit machines (some of them went through great trouble to keep RAM usage below 20MB lol).
So my question: would there be any benefit for me in learning modern Fortran? I’m stuck with these old programs, and have no desire to reprogram them: it would be a monumental undertaking. I’m more curious if the learning curve of modern Fortran would be worth it for any convenience it might give me around reading/writing to files, array manipulation, etc. I appreciate any input or advice!

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