In hindsight, I should have known something was wrong with The Caeles Academy of Acting.
Maybe the fact that it doesn't exist to the outside world.
This place prided itself on famous alumni it didn't actually name, and a once in a lifetime opportunity to work with the best in the business.
It's what I wanted.
More than anything.
After enduring four years of high school with barely a semblance of a drama club (we met every month, and our teacher was an alcoholic), and countless failed auditions, I was ready to take my acting career seriously. I had one year.
According to my parents, I had one year to make a living from my passion.
If it didn't work out, I would be on the first plane back to Connecticut.
It's not like they didn't trust me. I think they were just scared I wouldn't be able to financially support myself. So, I got a job right out of high school and slipped a year. Drama schools are expensive, and college’s are cut-throat on who they take on. I found Caeles Academy by accident–or, I guess it found me?
After researching cheap drama classes, auditions, academy’s, literally anything to progress my career, an ad popped up.
Not exactly flashy.
Just a date, a time, and a promise that they only take the best. I ignored it, but throughout the week, I started getting more ads. Just the words, “IMPRESS US - - JOIN CAELES ACADEMY NOW.”
Followed by, “BE WITH THE BEST, AND BE THE BEST. JOIN THE S CLASS NOW.”
When I googled the academy, nothing came up.
I gave up, clicking on the ad, which sent me straight to an application form.
I filled in my details as more of a joke. But I wasn't expecting to get an email back. Again, it was a time, a date, and that exact same tagline: “Impress us.”
However, Caeles Academy was different from what I imagined.
I was expecting a university building, or at least some modern structure. Judging from their marketing and ads, I figured they could at least afford decent premises. Though I was mistaken. When I stepped out of the Uber, I found myself staring at what looked like an abandoned office tower, a red-brick monolith in the middle of nowhere.
Which was crazy, because I swore a girl wearing a bikini had strode through the doors, with nothing but her phone, and a coffee tucked under her elbow.
According to the text sent from the academy, the auditioning rooms were on the third floor.
Tipping my head back, the checkerboard of broken windows didn't exactly instil confidence. Neither did the clunky set of automatic doors that took a while to open. It was a summer's day, and the heat was already baking through my dress, sweat sticky on the back of my neck.
I wanted to make a good impression, but the heels were a little over the top.
Though I had also seen a girl casually walk in wearing a two piece bikini.
“Well?”
Freddie’s voice made me jump. I forgot I was on the phone to him. I was excited the whole car-ride, already high on five coffees, and now I was silent. If I perceived the ‘academy’ from an objective standpoint, it definitely looked like the perfect place to be brutally murdered. But my own personal opinion was it was.. okay.
“What's it like?”
I pretended not to see a rat scuttling under an old candy wrapper.
“It's… fine.”
“Just fine?”
I could hear the smirk in my friend’s tone. He couldn't wait to tell me it was a scam, and had been reminding me all week I was essentially willingly selling myself to the black market. I was stubborn, so, fine sounded better than my initial first impression. Which was to turn around, walk away, and completely block the place from my memory.
Unfortunately, at that moment, I valued my pride over my awareness.
“It's… okay.” I said, trying to find positives. I was staring at a looming grey building with shattered windows and a resident rat living near the door. I had a hard time figuring out how the girl from earlier had just casually strode inside, barefoot too. I glanced down at the ground, immediately regretting it.
Like there weren't bits of chewing gum and grime stuck to the concrete.
“Huh.” Freddie said, his tone creeping into teasing territory. “You're really selling it.”
“It just looks like a building,” I said, my gaze glued to the rat, who looked a little too comfortable. Maybe it was a pet.
I was getting progressively more infuriated the more I stared down this place. Judging from the decades old writing ingrained into the door, it used to be a dentist surgery. “What do you want me to say?” I wasn't even trying to hide the scorn from my voice. “It's a building that looks like an academy.”
“Can you send a picture?” Freddie asked, “Ooh, wait, I'll face-time you.”
“That's, uh, that’s not really necessary–”
I was cut off, suddenly, when a guy threw himself through the automatic doors, palms first. He took two stumbled steps forwards, one back, and lifted his head, half lidded eyes on the sky, before dropping to his knees and heaving up pinkish froth. I could see him trying to hold it in, slamming his hands over his mouth, only for it to splurge through his fingers, showering the ground in greyish pink froth.
Like he'd downed a bottle of Pepto Bismol.
Inching towards him, I realized it was Pepto Bismol.
The stink made my own stomach churn.
“Missy?”
I found my voice. “Uh, can I call you back later?”
Before my friend could answer, I ended the call, slipping my phone in my pocket.
The guy was still heaving, coughing up globules of pink.
“Are you okay?”
The sound of my heels click-clacking on concrete made me cringe. The guy noticed, flinching away. Closer, and I could see his scraggly blonde hair.
He was handsome.
Without the bile spewing down his chin.
Early twenties, wearing a fitted white shirt now covered in streaks of bright pink. Part of me wanted to make a half-hearted joke, but getting even closer, so close I could smell his pepto-breath, I noticed he was trembling, his hands clenched into fists.
When I attempted to awkwardly pat him on the shoulder, he twisted around, so fast, my morning coffee slithered its way back up my throat.
His eyes were wide, almost feral, studying me like a wild animal.
I noticed the whites of his pupils were red, like he'd burst a blood vessel.
Theatre kids were intense, though I had never met THIS kind of intense.
“Are you… going in there?” The guy’s voice was a child-like whimper I wasn't expecting.
It looked like he was slowly regaining clarity, staring down at his filthy shirt, his hands stained bright pink.
I nodded, uncertainly, offering him my water. “Yeah. Did you audition?”
He shoved it away, slapping himself in the face. “I… I don't know.”
“You… don’t know?”
Suddenly, it was like something had contorted in his expression, a switch being pulled. I wasn't expecting him to twist around so fast. The guy slowly cocked his head, his lips breaking into a grin. His eyes, however, stayed the same.
“Of course I've auditioned.” He said, with a laugh.
“It was the best experience of my life! His mouth formed an almost mocking frown.
“Unfortunately, I didn't make the cut. Which is a real shame. I'm sure Caeles would have benefited from my talents.”
What was weird, is that his mouth was moving, but he wasn't even looking at me, frenzied eyes caught in an oblivion I couldn't see.
When he did look at me, his expression crumpled all over again.
Pepto jumped to his feet, brushing himself down.
I couldn't take his over the top smile seriously, when his eyes were screaming, hollowed out caverns silently begging me to listen.
This guy was fucking crazy.
“Wait.” Pepto whispered, when I turned to walk away.
He pulled out his phone, tapping the screen before shoving it in my face.
“I HAD SO MUCH FUN AT THE CAELES ACADEMY AUDITIONS :)
When I could only stare at him in confusion, Pepto’s gaze flicked to his phone, swiping bile from his lips.
His eyes went cartoon wide, like he couldn't believe what he himself was typing.
“That… that's not what I was trying to say!” He tried retyping it, but the guy was just writing strings of emoji hearts.
I didn't know what to say. I had dealt with rejection before, but I had never gone this far. Pepto was having a full on mental breakdown, his body shuddering, teeth chattering, blinking eyes and lips parting as if to speak, but choking on his words. When he started clawing out his hair, I took the opportunity to make a quick getaway.
Before I could make it to the doors, though, Pepto jumped in front of me, waving his phone directly in my face.
“Just…” he pointed at the screen. “It won't let me…” Growing frustrated with himself, he let out a wet sounding sob, clawing his fingers through his hair. “Fuck, it won't let me…it won't let me type! It's not letting me type!”
By now, he had tufts of hair stuck between his fingernails. I don't know why his first reaction was to immediately try ripping his hair out.
A quick glance at my own phone reminded me of my own audition that was in five minutes.
Meanwhile, I was dealing with what I was pretty sure was delusion, denial, or a mixture of both.
I was considering pushing past him, when Pepto’s phone screen hit me in the face. Again.
This time, though, there was coherent writing.
“FIND LUKE.”
“Luke?” I said. “Who's that?”
“Luke!” The guy was bouncing on the heels of his feet. “He's my…” Pepto drifted off, his eyes going vacant, as if I could physically see his brain being plucked from his skull. Pepto dropped his phone, and I grabbed it before it could hit the ground. His hands went to his curls, clawing, scratching, until he was drawing blood across his forehead.
“I… I don't know! I can't… I can't remember. Luke. He was my… he was my… I don't know, I can't… I can't–”
I stumbled back when he let out a shriek, scratching at his face.
“Fuck!” He whimpered. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Pepto grabbed my shoulders, shaking me, his fingers digging into my skin.
“I don't know who he is.” He gritted out, pink froth pooling from his lips.
Pepto broke out into a sob. “I don't… I don't know who he is, but you can find him, right? You can… you can find…”
Again, he trailed off mid sentence, his hands going limp around my shoulders.
I managed to side step him, swallowing a cry.
“Yeah, I'll, um, I'll find him for you.”
Pepto backed away, suddenly, stumbling over himself.
His gaze found mine, vacant, like a baby deer.
“Find who?”
I didn't wait around to answer him, pushing through the doors and stepping inside.
The interior was unsurprisingly even worse than the exterior.
The elevator was broken, so I had to run up three flights of stairs.
I expected at least an attempt at an academy, even in the dregs of an old dentist surgery.
What I got, though, was a never ending staircase, obnoxious photos of teeth greeting me on every level.
The third floor was… less clinical.
I strode directly into a waiting room filled with college aged students, either sitting on plastic chairs, or standing around, rehearsing.
The room itself was cosy enough, a navy carpet and a TV playing a random Twitch stream.
Situated in the middle, was a desk with a bored looking woman behind it.
Her smile was fake. I could understand her pain. She was stuck in a room with theatre kids all day.
“Sign here.” She prodded a sheet of paper.
I was convinced her voice was AI.
While I was scribbling my details, I took a moment to notice the stark difference from the kids entering the room, to the ones leaving. The kids entering wore wide, confident smiles and were social butterflies, chatting amongst themselves.
The kids leaving reminded me of pod people.
They left the room silent, in an orderly line with dazed smiles on their faces, like they weren't sure where they were.
I watched one guy walk directly into the wall instead of taking a left toward the exit, and a girl straight up just toppled down the stairs.
The kids waiting with me named them rejects.
I wasn't convinced until I glimpsed an empty bottle of Pepto Bismol sitting on the floor by the window.
Thinking back to Pepto, that made a lot of sense.
I was still dazedly staring at the bottle, when my name was called.
Jumping to my feet, I did my best to calm myself down, straightening my ponytail. Pepto had really screwed with my head. I could barely even remember the lines I had been rehearsing for a week straight.
I was muttering my lines to myself, when I stepped through the door.
The door that apparently turned you into a pod-person on the way out.
For a moment, I thought I was blinded by stage lights.
It was so bright.
The glow bathing me was clinical, stabbing into my eyes.
When I blinked, I found myself standing in front of three shadows sitting in front of me.
Their chairs were made of leather, far different from the plastic ones in the waiting room.
So, they did have filthy cash.
I was looking at one man, and two women.
They were… average?
I expected them to be more glitzier, but they were just regular people.
The man was in his late twenties, maybe early thirties, a stiff looking brunette wearing a suit and tie, one leg crossed over the other. His eyes were narrowed slightly, lips curved into the start of a smile. Like I amused him.
The women were polar opposites.
One of them was my Mom’s age, grey hair and floral clothing. She took a sip of water, her gaze burning into me.
Google told me not to be intimidated by their stares, but it was impossible.
These people were carving holes into my skull.
Sitting next to her, a younger girl who seemed to own the color red.
Her hair simmered, blood red, while she herself was sculpted in a dress, perfect cherry lips spread in a wide smile.
With a little too many teeth.
They studied my face like I was already theirs, drinking in every inch of me.
Freddie said I had to find a weakness in their expression and use it to my advantage.
If I could find the prick of a genuine smile, I could become their favorite.
“Hi!” I said. My caffeine intake was starting to take effect.
I didn't realize I was bouncing up and down until I caught myself.
Red’s smile stretched wider.
Maybe they liked my eagerness.
“My name is Misa.” I introduced myself, staying casual, keeping my arms by my sides. “I'm twenty one years old–”
I choked on my next words when Red spoke up. “Impress us, Misa,” Her voice was a smooth, almost seductive rasp, and I felt myself fall into it, enveloped in sugar that was too sweet, and yet I couldn't stop myself. She folded her arms across her chest, her gaze challenging me to do something different. To make her want me.
“Show us something we have never seen before.” She stood up, cat-like eyes narrowing, “Show us how desperate you are to join this prestigious class.”
I nodded, and began.
I had planned a whole monologue, practised it over and over again, forcing Freddie to judge me with a none biassed opinion.
I was three lines in, when Red started laughing.
“Stop.”
I did, my cheeks heating up, and she started clapping.
“Sweetie, oh, stop, you're adorable!” She said, her lips curving into a cruel smirk.
She leaned forward, like I was something that entertained her, jostling her heeled foot. “We don't take amateurs. I think you need to go back to school.”
This woman was definitely a psychopath.
Empty eyes sparkling with a gleam that definitely enjoyed humiliating candidates, and a twisted smile that was a little too wide. Red made me want to crawl into the ground. She made me want to turn around, leave the room, and quit my dream. I was aware of my own fury, my embarrassment turning my cheeks crimson. I matched her.
Maybe that's what she wanted all along. To wear the color of her victims.
Taking a shaky step back, I started to nod, started to agree, my mouth choking with the words, “You're right. I'm sorry for wasting your time.” I had never received proper constructive criticism from a professional standpoint. Which meant I really did suck. But I didn't move. I didn't want to move, and Red continued laughing, her companions sitting in silence.
The man rolled his eyes with a loud, exaggerated sigh.
Like I was boring.
The older woman pulled out her phone.
“Misa, you are…cute.” Red said. “But you're not quite what we are looking for.”
I wasn't sure I could admit it right there, but she made me feel things.
Like I was ignited.
Like I was going to prove this crazy bitch wrong.
I found my voice, strong and confident, despite my hammering heart.
“Give me another chance.”
Red’s lips curled. “So cute, Misa. Oh, sugar bear, It would be better if you left the room. Unless you want to embarrass yourself further! In that case, be my guest!”
She turned her attention to her nails, nudging the guy.
“Dinner?” She hummed. “I'm thinking of Italian. You are quite the wine connoisseur, Nicholas. Why don't you introduce me to your favorite?”
“Hey.” I blurted.
They ignored me, getting a little too close.
I don't know why I continued, reading my lines, screaming them, so I would be heard. I read them perfectly, and tweaking the genre from drama to romance, and then to horror. I became three different characters, a high school girl struggling with cancer, a final girl, and a woman going through a divorce.
I was fucking perfect.
But they weren't listening to me, caught up in their own conversation.
I tried again.
And again.
And again.
By now, I was on my knees, my fingers ripping into my hair. I was seeing red.
“We want originality, Misa,” Red said, sucking her teeth.
Her voice crawling into my skull was enough.
She still wanted me.
The thought polluted the back of my mind, taking a strangling hold. She still wanted me. When I lifted my head, Red wasn't looking at me, her gaze on the table grains. “Show us something new.”
I got to my feet, panting, my breath in my throat.
I became a screaming, strangled mess, a woman who lost her baby.
Red’s interest was piqued. Only slightly. Through my fraying vision, she slowly turned in her chair. “Again.” She clapped her hands, “Come on, Misa! We want new! We want never been fucking done before! Are you deaf?”
I couldn't stop the sobs escaping my mouth.
They lost interest again, right in the middle of my reading.
“Why can't you look at me?” I found myself spluttering.
When the man pulled out a bottle of water, I pulled off my heel and lobbed it at his face.
“Look at me!”
He did. Slowly. His gaze found me, for perhaps the first time.
Not as an amateur, but as a potential candidate.
Around the twentieth attempt, I started to laugh. Never been done before? I could feel my fingernails already in my scalp, clawing chunks of my hair out.
Reality contorted, and I felt myself drop to my knees. I was still laughing, spluttering, sobbing. I could still hear her in my head. Never Been Done Before. I started slowly, dragging my fingernails down my face until I felt the harsh sting.
“Again.” Red said, and her voice led me to stare down at my hands, at pinkish flesh glued to my bones, fleshy mounds.
So easy to tear. I didn't even feel it.
Only the sudden, unbridled euphoria of biting into my own skin, locking in my jaw, and ripping into myself.
When I tore it from the bone, warmth filled my mouth, and I was choking, guzzling down my own flesh, mulling it in my mouth and swallowing.
I can't remember how I got so deep, and why I didn't stop.
Why I didn't fucking scream.
But it didn't matter.
Red was standing up. She was clapping, her lips spread into a grin.
Her applause filled me with stars.
So, I ripped my hair from my scalp, a hysterical giggle escaping my lips.
She loved me.
I could see her jumping up and down, clapping.
Louder, and louder.
Her applause controlled me, twisting and contorting me into hers.
I didn't even think. I wanted to impress her, and doing this was doing just that.
My fingers were delving into my right eye socket, clawing my eye out. It didn't even hurt. Not with her thundering applause that was deafening, beautiful, an orchestra in my ears.
When I was semi conscious, my eye was crushed in my hand, but my vision was still mine, almost too clear. I could see streaks of red blurred between my lashes. My hair was caught between my fingers. But I wanted to do more.
When I stumbled to my feet, Red’s smile was so beautiful.
The man, however, looked horrified.
“Someone bring in the one of the successes,” Red’s voice was a shrill giggle, “Bring him in!” she clapped her hands together, and I spat out a fleshy thing. “I want to see them together! I want to see the future in front of us!”
Footsteps coming towards me in slow, shuddery thumps. I looked up, and a shadow was dancing around me.
When I slowly rose to my feet, I half realized I’d bitten my toe off. The shadow had a face, a boy who was younger than me. I think he used to have hair, but half of it was gone, half of it was still stuck between his fists. When I found his eyes, I found twin caverns instead.
Eyes that were still physically there, and yet there was no life.
No spark.
I was staring at a dead body, a flesh puppet who had lost his strings.
When he grabbed my hands, pulling me into a waltz, I caught a smear of scarlet trickling down the back of his neck. When I followed it upwards, his head was covered, slick, dripping with red.
Like me, he matched her too.
And he was beautiful, she told me, her push, her thunderous applause, guiding me into a waltz.
His feet moved, perfecting every step, and my foggy mind couldn't understand why. He matched my every move, the two of us floating across the floor.
My feet knew the steps before my mind.
How could he dance? I thought, dizzily.
How could he dance, when smeared scarlet followed his twisting, and turning and pirouetting feet?
Because underneath that swimming clinical light, the back of the boy’s head had been carved away, a perfectly sculpted cavern where his brain should have been. I could see the severed stem, where it had cleanly plucked out.
His fingers cradled in mine were wet. Swimming in blood.
His own blood.
Spinning round and around, I imagined myself as a princess.
I saw an 18th century ballroom lit up around us. Glittering smiles and glasses of champagne, long, flowing ball gowns.
I blinked, and my head was tipped back, gliding in blood once again.
When he pulled me to his chest, I stumbled, and a name came to light.
Luke.
I had found him.
Our finishing spin left me hard to breathe.
My body was broken, ripped into, and yet somehow not.
By the time we were finished, the two of us bowing, my mind was full of fog.
Cotton candy.
“Congratulations!” Red’s smile was inhuman, stretching right off of her face.
“You're in the S class!”
I was led through a door that wasn't the one I entered from. Inside the room were a dozen or so students, kneeling on the floor. They were missing parts of themselves, like unfinished puzzle pieces.
I dropped onto my knees next to a girl without a head. I could only see her torso, but I knew she was smiling.
Looming over us, was the goddess Athena drenched in blood that was still wet.
Dripping, pooling from every crevice of her dress.
Looking closer, this statue was moving.
Something sickly crept into my mouth.
Her right eye was human, a twitching eyeball sandwiched inside the stone.
It didn't match her. It was wrong, horrifying, like a painting, a real human eye struggling to focus on us.
And then, my own gaze found the statues head, where a real human brain had been forced inside perfect white, pink, greyish mush dripping down the sculpted, slender neck.
I could see where it had been pushed, pulverised through the stone.
The statue’s singular eye found me.
Its dancing pupil jumped up and down.
Before it blinked.
Next to me, Luke was on his knees, as if in prayer.
I can't remember leaving the room.
I just remember running.
Back down the stairs, stumbling, staggering over myself.
I was screaming by the time I reached the doors.
They opened, as usual.
But I couldn't get through. I tried, but I was slamming into something I couldn't see.
Pepto was still waiting outside. The sky was dark.
When he saw me, he stumbled over, slamming his hands into the glass.
I couldn't even understand myself. I was just fucking screaming.
Pepto held up his phone.
“DID YOU FIND HIM?”
I shook my head.
“No.” I lied.
I can't tell him the truth. I don't even know what it is.
“I can't get out!”
Pepto nodded slowly, typing something and showing me his phone.
I'm getting you both out of there. I think I know how I can get inside.
It's been 3 days, and Pepto is yet to return.
I’ve tried multiple times to cry out for the H word. But it won't let me type it.
Please H me. I need to get out of this place.
Fuck. Get me OUT OF HERE.
Classes start tomorrow.

Hello everyone. I’ve come to Reddit as a resort to not knowing where else to go. For context, I’m a 25 year old college student living at home with a father who has prostate cancer. He was diagnosed about two years ago after prolonging his doctors visit for body pains after assuming it was pain from a prior car accident. By the time he finally went, he was already stage 4. I’ve had other family members who have had different forms of cancer, so, I’ve seen the physical and emotional toll that accompanies having a sick family member. However, I’ve never experienced something like this that’s this close to me, witnessing the decline in health day-by-day.
I’m writing this post because I feel absolutely helpless, and I’m not sure what more I can do. He’s currently a vegan, and we’ve tried herbal remedies (sea moss, black seed oil, sour soup leaves, etc, with no results. We’ve tried alkaline dieting but found that it’s hard to maintain, especially when he becomes deficient in nutrients. He’s lost 50+lbs in two months because he cannot keep any food down. And as we speak, he is in excruciating pain. The cancer spread to his bone and there’s multiple tumors in his spine and skull. The doctors have put him through multiple treatment’s and medicines like xtandi, pain killers, chemo, etc. Just seems like there’s nothing that’s keeping his psi levels down. I can’t help but to blame the overall American health care system when he’s taken all these treatments with no results, and the immunotherapy Keytruda treatment that could help save his life is denied by insurance.
I mentioned my age and that I was a student because I am not established with a career yet, and I have no clue on how to handle any of this emotionally and financially. I have a job that makes me about a little under 3k a month, it’s not much, but I can’t leave my job because it’s paying for my university tuition. After all expenses (rent, insurances, groceries,etc) I can’t help out any more financially. Ive cut back on useless spending, going out/eating out, and am starting to get into debt ($1.5k) after helping with family expense’s. I’ve thought about picking up another job, but I’ve been doing 15 credit semesters to try and hurry my graduation process (about 1 year left) so I can get a career to help my parents out. The workload is a lot, I shamefully admit that I have to abuse my ADHD medication just to keep up with work, caretaking, and school. I feel horrible even talking about my problems, but emotionally I cannot handle this. I don’t sleep often because of school and the anxiety over the possibility my father will passes. If he passes, I don’t even know how my mother and I will manage. My mother and step father just got married over a year ago, and after all my mother has gone through, for her to finally find her person and to lose him so soon breaks me.
This whole situation isn’t about me, so my problems are way less important compared to the life of my father. That’s why this feeling of helplessness is unbearable because it’s not a matter of wanting to do more, I need to do more for the sake of his life and my mom.
I ask for your advice and opinions on whether I should pause university, and strictly focus on a job that could sustain my family better, or continue with school and pick up a second job and just try to make it work? How does dealing with a sick family member manage emotionally? Also, if there’s any possible resources for prostate cancer treatments, and any sources that can help with the finances? Thank you so much in advance. I wish nothing but good health and a happy life to all of you regardless if you respond or not.

Hey everyone, so I applied for SP03 for CRA in december had an Interview, cleared it, got a form in candidate profile to provide information about my last employers, last week I got an email that stated “Good day,
Your applications are being considered for pool placement for the external SP03 staffing process – (requisition number). Please provide a copy of your valid residency proof to my email address so your candidate profile can be validated for future potential offers of employment. Let me know if you have any questions. Thank you,”
Then, I checked my candidate profile and it says
“We are pleased to inform you that you have met the following staffing requirement: Dependability Check. Your name has been put in the pool which may be used for future staffing of this position and similar positions. The pool duration period is valid from May 3, 2024 to November 29, 2024. Upon your acceptance of a permanent offer of employment from this pool you will no longer be eligible for subsequent positions to be staffed from this staffing process.”
I heard many people have to go through multiple interviews and test before being placed in pool but I got placed in pool and what is the process after being in pool?
Thank you

A year ago, a new landlord bought the apartment where my bf and I were living for 3 years. They turned it into an airbnb, and our option was "we could rent it for that price" which was 2.5 times our current rent. There were no available apartments within our budget at the time, so we moved in with his grandma. Since then, rents have kind of stabilized in the area, with a few apartments 3x our income. We have only been paying $200 a month plus food and helping with other tasks for family beyond regular chores. We have low paying but stable jobs, I have good credit and he has none. What should I put down on rental applications when they ask for history?

This is not work related but has to do with my personal life. I am really struggling with having normal communications with my landlord due to my minimal, basic working knowledge of landlord tenant law in my jurisdiction and my landlords complete lack of understanding of these same rules. I do corporate transactional for work, so when I say basic knowledge I mean like basic knowledge I discovered via google.
Rental agreements are always annoying but generally I just agree to whatever inane stuff they include because my jurisdiction has clear rules on everything so it really doesn’t matter.
But i’m in a situation where my landlord has attempted to start the process to get me to move out of his property and it is OFF THE RAILS. I say “attempted” because he sent me some notice form that in no way, shape or form requires me to move out but he seems to think it’s an order or something. He keeps sending me progressively hostile emails about how I’m “violating” the “terms” and I’m not “complying” with the arbitrary date in the notice which he wants me to move out by which I’m realizing he thinks is like an eviction date.
I live in a jurisdiction with strong tenant rights laws and very clear processes for ending a tenancy but he seems to not have familiarized himself with them at all prior to becoming a landlord. Which is surprising to me because he’s like a senior VP of an international company. So I genuinely expected more from him.
I didn’t actually even realize he was so uninformed until yesterday when he sent me some deranged email asking me to sign some landlord’s application form that doesn’t have anything to do with the tenant like it doesn’t even have a signature line on which I could sign even if I wanted to.
I guess the thing is…he is being really mean and aggressive in his emails. They are super hostile but also entirely out of touch with reality. It’s causing me a ton of stress and upset and I’m struggling to just “let it go”. It’s making me feel uncomfortable in my own home. And it’s entirely due to the fact that he is grossly uninformed. Like he seems to think I am really fucking him over by not moving out on the date he selected even though I have been bending over backwards to be a normal, reasonable person and try to find a new place since he wants his property back ALL WHILE I HAVE HAD ZERO OBLIGATION TO DO SO. like I have literally been working with him out of the good of my heart, yet he is so confused on the process that he thinks I am being a total asshole.
This is all to say, I don’t know how to be a normal person in this situation anymore. My work brain says to stop communicating with him but my personal brain needs to tell him he’s super dumb and the reason he’s unhappy is entirely due to his own lack of understanding. So I start drafting replies to him based on my personal urge to tell him this but then my work brain takes over and l’m basically writing a work letter explaining how he has the law wrong. I don’t want to be my own client.
What would you do? Would you write him a letter telling him he’s severely confused? Do I just ignore him and not engage because it’s so dumb? At this point there is not any kind of legal issue because he has botched the process so bad, it’s literally just an interpersonal issue where I’m being emailed by someone who is acting like a total asshole.
What would a normal person do here? Help me.

This is a rather unique situation. Im in the middle of a chapter 13. Converted to a 13 in march. My confirmation will be in July.
In 2019 I left my DOD civilian job. Due to a technicality, I could not terminate my coverage with my insurance. Someone somewhere in HR needed to send a form to the insurance provider letting them know to terminate my coverage. So the insurance carrier kept paying bills even after years of telling them not to pay. They knew what was going on. It was out of their hands. Out of mine. Trust me it's a cluster***k.
Fast forward to 2023, they finally terminate my coverage. They have guaranteed me they will not come after me for the overpayments based on the fact that I did everything I could to tell them not to pay the bills. I even told my medical providers not to bill them. To bill my current insurance. The insurance even sent me a letter I am not liable for the overpayments. That's great!
So now they're going after the providers to pay them back. im being copied on the letters to my medical providers demanding payment. So now that has me concerned, because providers can also turn around and ask me to pay them back.
So assuming the medical providers want me to pay them, can the debts be added to my case? I know the debt did not exist pre-filing, but the service dates are all before the filing date.
TLDR: Can medical overpayments from service dates before filing bankruptcy be added to my chapter 13 case since the debt did not technically exist when I filed?

My priority date is November 30th 2019 and at CEAC it still shows:
Due to the numerical limitations on immigrant visa issuance prescribed by law, this petition is not eligible for further processing at this time. The National Visa Center (NVC) will retain the petition until an immigrant visa becomes available. The NVC will notify the petitioner, principal applicant, or attorney of record when this petition is eligible for further processing. The principal applicant should not make any firm plans such as disposing of property, giving up jobs, or making travel arrangements at this time.
How can I estimate when is my interview going to placed? Please.

I'm writing this in a fog; I've been crying almost non-stop all day. Still, I had to tag this "humor", just because of how utterly ridiculous it is from start to finish.
I work at an urban Title 1 middle school, and there are some positives but in all honesty the bad outweighs the good. I've been on the recieving end of physical aggression on many occasions, and I deal daily with the usual disrespect, eloping, work avoidance, theft, fights, and admin indifference. But, some of the kids are awesome and I really like most of my coworkers. So I grin and bear it, even though I'm exhausted and depressed a great deal of the time.
Last fall, I happened to run into the mom of a former student, a woman who worked as an admin assistant at one of the highest performing high schools in our city (and the state). She mentioned there was going to be a job opening up for next year, and asked if I was interested. This school is known to be one of the most coveted for teachers in our area, and it's hard to get into because there's barely any turnover. So of course I said yes, and started dreaming of how great it'd be to work at a place with a happy staff and respectful hard-working kids.
But right from the start, there were issues. I applied in January-- but HR literally lost my application. Wasn't in the system anywhere. The principal said she couldn't interview me if I wasn't in the system, so naturally I tried to contact HR. I called the # on the website, but an answering machine directed me to send an email instead. So I sent an email, but it bounced back with instructions to open a Zendesk ticket. Tried that, no response. Etc etc etc.
Now it's February, and I guess the principal got tired of the hold-ups so she passed me off onto the dept. head to sort it out. Now I'm trying to coordinate with this guy, but he's flaky as all hell. For every email I send him, it's at least 2 weeks and a follow up email before he responds. Eventually he brings me in for an informal interview, with my application still missing-- in mid-March. During the interview I'm told for the 1st time that it's only a part-time position, with the possibility of leading to full-time if all goes well. Me and my bank account aren't thrilled about this, so I go to my current employer and propose dropping to part-time next year in order to free me up to work part-time at the other school. Surprisingly, they agree to it-- even they recognize what an amazing opportunity this is, and how it benefits them to have a member of that school's staff working for them.
Interview goes well. Dept Head says he'll make sure my missing application is found and processed ASAP, which seems like a good sign they want to hire me-- but, unsurprisingly, that doesn't happen. It's crickets from everyone. I'm now resorting to having the mom track people down for me to get answers, but even she's getting nowhere. Then about 3 weeks after my interview, I get a rushed email from Dept Head saying he still can't find my application but offering me the job anyway. I readily accept, and he says to expect HR to contact me within a couple of days to begin onboarding. Bet you can guess how that went...crickets, again.
In the middle of all this, my current employer is preparing next year's contracts. I try to hold them off, but they need to know my plans. They've offered to work around my new schedule, but nobody, including myself, knows what my new schedule even IS.
April passes, and then the 1st week of May, all the while I'm desperately trying to get answers from ANYONE about my onboarding, to no avail. I have no proof of a job other than one informal email from Dept Head that he never followed up on, and not a peep from HR. My current job can't wait any longer and they take the part-time offer off the table. They tell me I have to sign a full-time contract or nothing at all, and with nothing from the new job, I feel I have no other choice but to do it.
2 days after I sign my new contract, 5 months after I initially applied, and 2 months after I interviewed, both Dept Head and HR reach out. Miraculously, they've found my missing application, and they're ready to onboard me. I have to respond and tell them I'm no longer available. That the delays left me with no choice but to stay where I was, and it's just not feasible to quit a full-time job to work part-time. They apologize, kind of, and encourage me to try again in 2025. IF there's an opening.
So, I just signed up for another year of abuse. Another year of kids who can barely function and indifferent parents and admin. Another year in a crumbling building. Another year of exhaustion. I feel like an escape hatch opened up and right as I was about to step in, it closed. And the worst part is, absolutely none of it was my fault.
I'm worried I'm going to spend the next year resenting the hell out of every single person I see, feeling constantly upset that I have to be HERE instead of THERE where I belong. I'm also experiencing a burning rage toward HR and the Dept Head (who, to twist the knife a bit more, just announced that he's LEAVING at the end of the year! ) for creating this mess.
If you've read this far, thanks. May your HR people be more on top of their shit than these ones were.

I (18M) am about to (maybe) move back home for the summer after completing my first year of college. I rarely ever visited home because of my home life. My home life isn’t that bad (at least I don’t think it’s bad). My parents are amazing, I love them dearly, but my brother (17M) is a lot. Everyone in my house has severe anxiety, including him. But his is so much different. He thinks he is above everyone. Everyone is wrong. Medicine doesn’t work, the doctors are all wrong. Everyone is stupid. Everyone is out to get him. He asks for help from me or my parents, whether it be homework or a job application or whatever, but proceeds to beat us all down and claim that we’re doing it wrong. Meanwhile we’ve all maintained jobs and have degrees or are currently in college and have survived so far. He also gets extremely loud, angry, breaks stuff, never violent fortunately but I can see it getting there. Multiple times he’s threatened to commit suicide. Never attempted though. I’ve never been the subject of any of these outbursts but it still affects me.
I have an apartment in my college town, and I don’t want to go back. My parents miss me, and I miss them too. But the lack of peace and anger and tears and fighting I’ll have at home is not worth going back home. I’d rather stay up here and act like nothing is wrong than be down there. Apparently I’m selfish because I don’t want to go back home. Everytime I mention his issues, it’s always portrayed as me judging him or trying to make his struggles all about myself. My parents seriously expect me to sit there while he throws shit and yells about killing himself and whatever counselor my parents try to take him too. He’s rejected all help because the doctors and therapists are stupid. Am I selfish? I know that people have it worse than me. But I hate being at home. My heart was pounding last time I drove home because of how scared I was of my own home.
I’ve never been vocal about my own issues with depression, suicidal thoughts, all of this stuff because when I tried, I just get compared to my brother because I keep my trash on the inside, not throw it all out. Am I the asshole for wanting to live in my college town and not come home?

I keep applying for entry level full time jobs in my area across several fields for stuff that I KNOW I can do. Super basic stuff, like maintenance assistance, IT help desk, sales advisor (at Best Buy), receptionist/clerical work. I’ve sent over 100 applications out this week alone. I keep getting rejected. I can’t keep doing this sporadic scheduling part time job bullshit for much longer. It doesn’t pay well enough and the random hours coupled with the fact that I never know what I’ll be doing/working next week is incredibly stressful. I can’t make plans, I feel like I can’t live my life! I got scammed when I went to college (got an “advanced diploma” for VFX & Animation, and dogshit quality of education for it… And not for lack of trying, I graduated with a 4.0) and I can’t afford to take on more loans and go back right now for a more useful degree so I don’t know what to do!
Any advice??
I live in an economically depressed southern small town where the main industries are retail, fast food/restaurant, industrial, construction, and healthcare. I cannot work industrial or construction due to health limitations, and for my own sanity I can’t keep doing these bullshit part time retail/food jobs. I also can’t move out right now as I don’t make enough to save for moving after my bills get paid. I barely have enough for food. I’ve tried to sign up for gig apps but they tell me there’s no spots available and I’ll have to wait. I’ve had interviews but keep getting ghosted even though I thought they went well.

Some swore that IPL as long as it's one of those good ones does the job. If you go pass the 8 months claiming, you only need touchups. Is it possible to continue going on disregarding the "touchups" doing the normal routine or would this have a chance of growing the hair back.
How long do you have to do it until touchups aren't needed as it it is gone forever (Or is that only applicable for laser and electrolysis)
For paradoxical hair, some say you need to check blood work and it's a hormonal problem. Is that the only way to know? (Or even with blood work you are unsure, as for genders they say women have it worse since one with PCOS might have a higher chance. While I'm not sure if males even get paradoxical hair growth, so do genders differ in paradoxical hair?)

While recently I've been focusing on my Greece region(btw I have thought of a name and am deciding to name it the Zanda region because it sounds cool). Now I will make a duo of box art legendaries because they might be neat and I'm bored. Tell me how you feel about them, power wise, lore wise, or how coo their gimmicks are. Suggest names if you can.
LORE:
This first one is a skeletal figure with animal characteristics similar to spirit animals. It is heavily based on day of the dead and is a humanoid legendary which isn't common. It guides the spirits of the departed to the spirit world as well as serving as a ruler of it. It deeply empathizes with humanity and pokemon kind due to its long experience seeing the regret and loss of humans and pokemons especially regarding when it takes the lives of those who are beloved. It is a benevolent and devoted ruler able to speak telepathically with the dead, those close to dead, close with the dead, those with a power, or those who use it in battle. Those who want to own it have to become champion to be aware of the ritual to challenge it as well as beat it. It is often worshipped by people and partaking pokemon as death is seen as a way of nature that defines humanity and allows people to hold memories of others closer to them. It enjoys battles for one of several reasons either due to its love of mortals or as a hobby after its job is finished. It is sometimes mischievous sometimes haunting people occasionally with other ghost types. It allows some spirits to roam as ghost types or is unable to have them pass for an unknown reason as of now. To those it can't communicate with telepathically, it can make facial expressions and gestures to express itself.
BATTLE AND INGAME MECHANICS
Type: ghost/fairy
Ability: Spiritual awakening: When this pokemon is knocked out, it transforms into its spirit form and recovers to 25% of its max hp. It also changes its ability, stats, and signature move which all will be explained later.
Stats
Hp: 130 Attack: 90 Defense: 80 Special attack: 150 Special defense: 130 Speed: 100
Signature move: spirit blast: Description: This move blasts the enemy with a spiritual energy restoring the user with the vitality lost from the blast. Mechanics: 100 base power, 100 accuracy, special ghost type move that restores 50% of damage dealt.

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I have been dating my boyfriend for the past year. I have moved every few months getting my career started, and he has moved with me as best he could including some stretches of long distance. Now I finally have stability with a new apartment and a new city, and I let him live here rent free. He makes my house feel like a home by cooking meals and cleaning. I was hoping this would be our happy place. I was encouraged that he would get a job and start settling in like I have and we could have a normal peaceful life.
Unfortunately, there is this recurring problem where he gets angry and "loses it" every few weeks. Our arguments usually devolve into him screaming at me or mocking me which does not make me feel appreciated or respected. He will violate my boundaries when I ask him to calm down or take a step back by escalating or continuing the argument for hours, not allowing me to get alone time or rest. The most recent was I had gotten home form work after a long day, and he accused me of not supporting his career ambitions. He was frustrated and said that I would not move across the country to help him start a career in the same way he did for me. I told him that I am willing to compromise on location up to a certain distance, but that I cannot move locations right now due to my new job. I encouraged him to look at options within our area. The conversation usually devolves with him yelling saying I'm standing in the way of his career goals. After a few hours of him complaining at me for his career path, he then asked me to make him a cocktail and cussed me out when I said we don't have simple syrup. I then tried to explain that I need to relax and unwind before my work the next morning and I asked him to stop yelling and come watch TV with me. He then started mocking my voice and hand gestures, and told me to "F Off". I told him to get out, and he left and slept in his car. We've had this same style of argument every few weeks for a year, usually this same subject, but this was the first time where I really felt I needed to throw him out. There's just too much on the line for me now to let him bring me down. I also worry about when he screams what the neighbors think and what might happen if we start getting noise complaints when he gets out of control. It's like he's a totally different person and he can't regulate what's going on in his head.
I want to evict him because I do not feel like I can have my peace in my own apartment. I also don't feel like I will be able to start a family or marry him because I do not want a lifetime of this negative communication style. In our year together, this has been a recurring argument style with no improvement, and I have suggested couples therapy with no follow through. It's at the point where I just have given up seeing the positive aspects because I feel so disrespected during our arguments. I want to care and find a compassionate forgiving side to this, but I think I've tried enough with enough chances and the other side of me just doesn't care. I've tried to explain my needs and why this is hurtful, but it just feels like a phony tap-dance because he has proven to me he will not treat me with respect when he is angry and never seems to protect my boundaries. My boyfriend isn't on the lease, doesn't know anyone in this state, and isn't yet working a job. For my peace and sanity, am I the asshole for evicting him from my home? I don't imagine the relationship would continue past here either,.. I guess that would be another effect

Anyone from the oxclose express know what's going on or how I can get incontact with the store manager. I put an application for a job opening and wanted to speak to the manager before going to try and work out a few things.
Also, can sum explain how a store transfer works cus I think my store is giving me the runaround. We're a town center express and are having staffing issues atm, which is made worse by the increase in foot traffic
I work evenings/nights on weekends so ik my position is 'store critical' cus very few are willing to take it on and shift leaders are getting frustrated with only having increasing 1-1s on busy nights with 10+ deliveries and routinely to get done. So me leaving would have an impact on things.

I’m in an Enterprise AE role, but we mainly sell to 20-40 current clients with some net new prospecting.
In a perfect world I’d love a role where you’ve got 3-5 Fortune 100 clients and your job is to prospect and relationship build really deeply in order to close massive and complex deals.
The idea of prospecting, wining and dining, and building deep relationships across a small amount of very complex and valuable clients seems so fun.
Would this be Named Accounts or Strategic Roles? If not, where does this exist?

Dear Harvard community,
I am reaching out on behalf of a grassroots campaign called Saving Lives with Pride, which seeks to tell LGBTQ+ peoples that, not only are we eligible to donate stem cells/ bone marrow, but also that we are wanted and needed as donors, and will be treated with respect by the donation team.
We run donor recruitment events in collaboration with LGBTQ+ advocates and organizations across North America (and we will be running in-person swabbing/ awareness events at >10 Prides this summer!).
We are seeking people who would be interested to lead (or be a volunteer at) a stem cell drive at Boston Pride for the People on June 8. We would arrange the event booking and provide all necessary training (no prior experience in donor recruitment required).
At the drive, volunteers with educate Pride attendees about bone marrow/stem cell donation, and guide those interested to sign-up.
If interested, please fill out the voluntee event lead application here: https://forms.gle/PVQHiZRGDsUKeg729
Please reach out to me via DM if any questions!
Edit: Also, to clarify, this event is in partnership with the Harvard T. H. Chan School of Public Health's Office of Diversity and Inclusion

Not one fucking interview. I think Im ready to kill myself. Ill never find another job that isnt my soul sucking current job. I feel like im stuck forever doing something I take 0 pride in and it sux
I have 10 years experience in my field and even some yrs in management and cant get a fucking call back.

TW explicit traumatic memories/images
No contact because he was violent and abusive in his relationships with other women and their children. Witnessed a lot of DV. Had a nightmare last night that I was three or four and he made me do sexual acts on him. I had a crayon in one hand writing my partners name on paper. I felt disgusting. I felt scared. I felt alone. I don’t think he was my abuser. He did weird things like check my butt for pinworms,pull my pants down and spank me or spank my butt over my jeans when I walked, And I remember having issues with reenactment and him letting me suck on his nipples and ears. He also had me shower with him and his ex girlfriend when I was 4 as a form of exposure therapy from CSA at my grandpas house by my half-aunt. He and my mom both have had sex with their partners in the same room as me. There was also a lot of incest on my mom and dad’s side. His sister used to alter my appearance after making me strip off my clothes and dry h*mp her. I was objectified and assaulted repeatedly from ages 3-17. But I have no evidence that my dad has made me do what was happening in the nightmare. I am having big stressors in my life like relationship/marriage failing because I told my partner about my limerence for another person. I know he’s going to leave me because I emotionally cheated (even though it was one-sided). I feel like this stressor could be bringing in memories, but I am so clear that my half-aunt from my mom’s side was my primary abuser. The thing with my dad’s sister was not as frequent as the other abuse from my grandpas house. I have clear memories of her covering my eyes on her lap while her partner was doing things to her. And clear memories of her doing things to me. Up until 17 making me touch her breast because she got a boob job. My dad’s sister was a victim of familial incest with my dad’s extended family. I recall sleepovers when great cousins forced themselves on us. I suspect my half aunt was sexually abused by my uncle and that’s why she did it to me. Now I’m beginning to think I might have been SA’d by my dad too.