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I replaced the ball bearings in my bicycle's freehub recently and decided to take a spontaneous ride through the eastern German countryside to see if my repair had been worth the time. As I set out, the sun was shining, the birds were singing, and the flowers were blooming. It was a Sunday, so everyone and their grandmother was out cruising on their cumbersome E-bikes, their knees jutting out to both sides due to saddle heights optimized for pulling on the throttle instead of pedaling. This had the added benefit of taking up as much space as possible on the roadway. After self-righteously overtaking a group of beer-gutted mountain bikers, I was humbled by the sound of a wrench falling out of my saddlebag onto the cobbles that had shaken it loose. The group passed me by as I paced, head hung low, looking for the wrench. Another E-biker traveling in the other direction kindly stopped to help. After a short while, my wrench now found and firmly fastened, we went our separate ways.
Villages are often compact in Germany - you will breeze through wide-open fields and sparsely-developed forests before jarringly entering a 9ft-wide gauntlet with nothing but gapless concrete-colored house walls and wooden entrance gates on either side of you until you have made it through. That, and light-blue AfD (Alternative for Germany) election posters hung about 6-10ft up on lightposts. Going through these villages, you get the impression that the AfD is the established party and the others are the newcomers. I saw a single Die Linke (The Left) poster ("Those who must flee should find refuge!") on the ride; 70% were from the AfD and most of the rest were single-issue parties (animal rights, antisenescence research) or the glowie WerteUnion (Values Union). The AfD's slogans seemed to stick to a three-concept guideline: "Make construction easier!", "Agriculture instead of solar parks!". Another stuck out to me: "Re-imagine Europe!". I am a voteless immigrant along for the ride.
I did some reimagining of my route as my legs began to cramp, and I headed for the nearest city with a train station. I got on the Deutsche Bahn going home with two minutes to spare. By chance, a friend returning from a camping trip was also on the train, so I sat with him. I used to take the same train multiple times per month to visit my girlfriend years ago. Some things had changed: now an autistic German man will mutter something about coffee as he walks by - if you are quick, you can buy some. His son, sitting beside of the mobile coffee stand across from us, gave excited commentary to my friend's camping stories between playing something on his phone and secretly downing packets of sugar from the stand. A burly German woman checked our tickets - now, an even burlier, Central Asian bearded man with a security vest stood close behind her and watched for sudden moves. The Indian students and leopard-printed Eastern European women we shared the car with didn't make any trouble.
After another connection, I made it to my stop, got some American-style fried chicken from a Syrian restaurant and got a beer from a kiosk. The friendly tattooed German guy who used to work here has been replaced part-time by a disinterested Arab who can't be arsed to tell me the price out loud. Finally, I sat down to eat at home, but my enjoyment was interrupted by the angry buzzing of a Japanese hornet flying into the kitchen.

“Life will always bring you surprises, even if you don't want it.” She caught her boyfriend cheating on her with her friend, Layla. She even caught them with her own two eyes making out. But hindi pa d'yan nagtatapos ang lahat. After 6 months, isinugod siya sa hospital only to find out that she have PCOS. The gynecologist told her that she will struggle to bear a child. Heartbroken and devastated with her situation, Amara decided to get pregnant without a partner. She planned to undergo artificial insemination in Denmark. Kailangan niyang gawin ito dahil wala na siyang tiwala sa mga lalake at ang angkan nilang mga Hernandez ay isang beses lang nagkakaanak. Nakahanda na ang lahat ng plano niya. Unfortunately, habang sakay si Amara ng kanyang private plane ay biglang nagkaroon ng pagsabog at aksidenteng bumagsak ito sa dagat. Napadpad siya sa isang island na kalapit lang ng Batanes. Ang Vohas Island kung saan makikilala niya ang lalakeng bibihag sa puso niyang ilang ulit ng nasaktan. Si Dakila ay anak ng isang Datu ng Tribong Itbayat. Isang lalakeng may prinsipyo sa buhay. Naniniwala ito na kailangang manatiling dalisay ang isang lalake kung gusto nitong pamunuan ang tribo. Will she allow herself to fall in love o mas pipiliin niyang iwasan ito? Paano na ang plano niyang pagbubuntis? Kung ang lalakeng iniibig ay may panatang manatiling dalisay habambuhay? Halina't sabay-sabay nating tuklasin ang pag-iibigan nila Amara at Dakila. Read more

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I booked my flight from Mexico to Montana via the Hopper App, I saw that I can check the fare class info by emailing me the ticket, which I think I did here (???) I see that the class is United Economy (S) BUT, if I remember correctly, I chose the lowest price on the app, so I'm a little bit anxious about the carry on, could I bring one for free? or are they going to charge me extra for it? UA makes it so difficult to verify this! wtf
Thank you so much in advance 🙏any help is appreciated.

TLDR: Baby (13 weeks) won’t nap out of arms. We’ve been practicing for 8 weeks. Practicing is making me miserable. Planning to sleep train in July. Should I cut my losses and just contact nap at this point, or is there something I’m missing?
Baby is almost 13 weeks old. Since the end of March, I’ve been working on the elusive contact-free nap. Based on my Snoo record, I’ve tried in the Snoo least once a day (sometimes twice) 29 times in the last 54 days. We’ve had four successes in total, all under an hour. Twice I put him down awake and he fell asleep on his own, and twice I got him to sleep then set him down and he stayed asleep for another 20-30 minutes or so. A few times I’ve tried putting him asleep on my bed, the baby swing, the doc a tot knock off, or some other more comfortable less safe location … but no bites. We’ve also tried naps in the car and in the stroller (both bassinet and car seat attachments), and he’s only had one nap in one of those arrangements—it was in the bassinet part of the stroller, but I had to keep the stroller rolling.
During the day, he primarily naps in the baby carrier. If you get him in before his internal timer is up, he doesn’t even fight it. (If you get him strapped in a little late in the wake window, he’ll let out his swan song for 15 minutes before passing out.) At night he sleeps great in his Snoo, typically nursing to sleep before bed and during his 1-2 MOTN wakes, but he doesn’t always nurse to sleep! Sometimes I’ll put him down awake and asleep he goes. Even when he nurses to sleep, he’ll sometimes wake up during the transfer. The point of this paragraph is to spell out “sleep crutches” that he does have and the extent to which he depends on them, and to suggest that he doesn’t have reflux since he sleeps flat on his back all night long.
When we try for Snoo naps, he typically cries so intensely that the Snoo almost immediately (3 minutes in) turns off. I’ve tried just sitting there in the room, resetting it several times in a row—you have to do it manually because you’re not supposed to let your baby cry that loud for that long I guess. I’ve tried SITBACK. I’ve tried getting him sleepy before setting him down, but almost nothing pisses him off more than me trying to “Taking Cara Babies” CRIES him into a drowsy state. Once we’ve given it 10-15 minutes of wailing in the bassinet (I’m talking 100% volume, sets-off-your-smart-watch decibel levels), the road forks: I hold him to sleep then keep trying to put him down; I hold him to sleep and just sit or stand in his room for the rest of the nap; I strap him into the carrier for the rest of the nap. But whatever we do at that point, it involves a lot of intense crying and a far less restful nap than he’d have if I just put him in the carrier to begin with, and 2/3 of those options tie me down for another hour or more while I try to keep him asleep.
His room is dark with blackout curtains and is 71-72 degrees (bought a thermostat for his room in particular in case temperature was the issue.) We use a sound machine, and we have a pre-nap routine that mimics the bedtime routine. And of course I’m watching the wake windows; he seems to be a little higher sleep needs than average. He still doesn’t love being awake for more than 75 minutes at a time, especially for that first wake window which typically precedes our practice nap, so usually I start the nap time routine at the one hour mark.
I am struggling to provide more consistent practice than this because I also have a 2 year old son, and when I’m taking care of him, my ability to sink time and attention into the baby’s nap is very limited. When my toddler has other care, I need to be getting work done, so it’s a big loss to spend so much time on the nap. Best case scenario, trying for the bassinet nap takes 40 minutes more of my time than just putting him in the carrier and carrying on with life, but often it’s much more because I get stuck in his room trying to salvage some sleep for him. And of course, various life things come up, too: grandma visits and offers to hold him, we take a trip, we try to hit up library story time, baby gets his shots, etc. While I understand that this is not a great deal of consistency, it’s hard for me to imagine that there are parents of multiple children out there who have much more consistency to offer. Who that is also taking care of other kids has an hour and a half out of every 3 to render themselves otherwise unavailable, multiple times a day, every day of the week? Maybe I’m dead wrong on this point, but I have to imagine I’m offering as much consistency as other parents of multiple kids have offered their younger babies, babies who somehow began to get some traction after months of effort.
I’m feeling frustrated and hopeless. I am going on 8 weeks of making what feels like a lot of sacrifice to encourage independent napping, and I am not really seeing any progress. In fact, I’m starting to feel like it’s not worth it any more. I’ve already accepted that I’ll need to sleep train; we’re ripping off that bandaid on 7/22 and have multiple out-of-town trips planned before then. And the practice naps come at a big cost to me in terms of both time and peace of mind. Right now, I don’t have full time childcare for my baby, so I am already working in the margins. I keep telling myself that it will save me time once it clicks for him, but like we are months into this and have seen literally no return on the investment. With all the stress it has caused me, we are actually pretty deep in the red.
So: should I cut my losses and just lean in to the carrier nap until the end of July? Or is there something I can do to get bassinet napping online? Why does practicing help other babies but not mine//why have we seen no progress at all when practice is touted as the ticket?!

I have a lot of crazy dreams, sometimes they’re goofy and everything looks like something out of Alice in wonderland. Sometimes they’re graphic and my dad gets his knees quite literally busted out in front of me. Sometimes they’re so real that the only noticeable difference is weird color or hazy vision. But this one I had on May 17th, 2024 was not like the others and it’s been eating at my daily living for a couple days now. I have a trip planned in August (10th-14th) of this year for my birthday, I already have the plane tickets bought and lodging arrangements in order. In this dream I was flying home from this trip, I was happy and talking to my significant other about how great my birthday was. We spoke in full English, which was odd considering a lot of dreams don’t tend to do this, at least for me. I was reading the signs at the airport, getting to my gate to aboard my flight and so on. We get on the united airplane, and it begins to descend. I feel the push back as it starts to go up and the gravity pulls me against my seat. As it’s going up, it felt like it actually stood still in the air for a moment before it began to fall straight down. There was no warning, no oxygen masks, no one had any idea this was happening. When it crashed I lived through it, I awoke to smoke and fire and alarms going off around me. There was riots, people were screaming and fighting everywhere. There was a familiar sound, the American emergency alert system. It kept repeating itself saying,”the United States has been attacked, we are being invaded. This is not a test.” And my heart sank, I think I passed out again, but this was the only gap in the whole dream. I woke up again in a hotel room. It was extremely clean and I was alone. I rushed to my phone to search for my mom and dad’s contacts, I had to make sure they were okay or at least warn them what had just happened. I was scrolling and scrolling but it felt like I couldn’t find them in my phone, but all of a sudden a huge orange ball passed across my window changing the night sky to look day. I got up and ran to the window to see what it was and then it hit me. The radiation blast, I didn’t even have time to react. I felt the radiation vibrate inside of my skin, it kept rumbling around until what felt like my skin falling off. There was no pain but I started to think (which I do not do in my dreams usually) about the fact I was literally dying. I told myself, “ this is it. I’m finally dying, it’s over. I’m going to see the afterlife.” I was anxious on that thought but then immediately hit with sadness, I am losing my family, I’m dying and I will never see them again. In my next life I won’t remember them. I began to repeat all of their names over and over in hope I would remember them. Within less than a second that all went through my head in this dream. When I finally woke up I reached for my dogs collar, I didn’t think I was really alive. I personally believe in parallel universes and the endless idea that there are many different realities of ourselves out there. Possibly an answer to Deja vu but I’m uncertain.
I reached for her collar to see if it was still pink, because if it had changed color, then it was proof I had somehow changed universes. Yes I realize writing that down it sounds absolutely bonkers, but it was my first thought after waking up from a premonition death of an event that is actually taking place in my life in 3 months. I’m writing this dream down in hopes that someone has had a similar experience, has anyone you know dreamt about their future death? What would you do? Have you ever fully died in your dreams?
To clear some bases: 1. No, nothing in my life has changed this is not a “transition” interpretation dream of death. I’m currently just a college student who plays video games, I literally do not do anything that would be considered a self realization transition. 2. At the risk of sounding insane and stupid, I watched and believe in the final destination movies ideology. If I am to cheat death because I saw my future before it happened, worse death will be upon me. So i am not canceling my trip, but I might have to get some medicine to make me sleep on this damn plane after all this.
I know this is long so if you read through all of this thank you and please give leave a thought. If nothing else, some encouragement that I’m not crazy lol, or if you think I’m crazy, give me a logical explanation and tell me it’s just my brain having anxiety. Honestly, anything will help at this point I’m spiraling.

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So... uhm crazy story moment. I just healed from OSDD1B ,uhm multiple personality disorder , to NOT make it short.
And as always, there was the big possibility that i had a comorbid illnes. The studio thought it was BPD because of dissociation... but now... that i have 1 personality... i'm almost sure i'm NPD.
I'm still learning about myself, who i am, integrating some amnesia here and there. The therapist who healed me ... she really didn't do shit she was lucky i don't have severe trauma as her constantly SEDUCTIVE and REQUEST OF ATTENTIONS, and constantly bulding up this narrative that we were dating really fucked me up. Her constantly asking me to shut tf up about topics that ruined her research really got me angry. And she thought she could honeypot me so i tryed to destroyher credibility in the studio. I still managed to heal myself by ignoring her, giving here some data here and there, blowing all my rage on her ... we used each other.
So i always knew she was NPD/HPD . And she work as a therapist. And she's awful , she completely lack empathy. She's probably pretty good with normal patients (divorced,depressed,lacking,sex problems) but i can't really see her treating severely ill people. And i just gave her THE fucking golden ticket to do it by furnishing her 20 hours of data of my last 9 months . Of a person healing from a mental illnes without medicines. A lottery ticket for a young psychologist. I just freed a monster in to the wild. But i tryed to advise her bosses and they didn't believe me when i told'em they fell for her "nerdy candy mask" and that she fucks all the divorced guy they send her BECAUSE SHE CONVINCED THEM I'M A BORDERLINE SPLITTING ON HER ... so whatever : NOT MY PROBLEM.
By the way i'm not BPD i don't fucking split and i don't have abandonment issues and when i showed her i can love her and hate her at the same time she started again with all the sexual avancè and double entendere shit
My problem is that we flirted a lot. And the the power games started. And then we almost ruined each other life by hitting us in our weak spots.... we already almost had sex but i shut her down as a revenge for the data collection... however...i came back .... because she still healed me, she's still the first girl i like in all my life...because i shut down a girl a week because of my patterns....i'm still reasoning here.... but yeah
My last past 9 months of therapy were actually an all out war between 2 npd in the first stages of dating.
And i'm going in , because i think i can learn a lot. Not only how to controll myself, the funny useful parts of the disorder, and still learn to behave because... uhm yeah she's a fucking monster. She already ruined my life ... but oh well... i wanted to change job anyway, nightshifts suck.
And of course because this situation is addicting as fuck , my life was shit, i might at least get a few moments of goodnes out of it. I'll have to change therapist anyway at a certain point.
But i shouldn't right? this is a bad (funny) idea right? i really should stay away, right?
but i want to do it anyway :)--< .... I mean c'mon it will never happen again to have this kind of fun .

Hi everyone, was looking forward to going to the show tonight but I have come down with a cold and am looking to sell my tickets.
I have two tickets in Orchestra 7, Row D. Paid around $85 a ticket and looking to just make some of it back. Send offers if interested!

My husband and I are planning to visit New York next week to see the Tyler Childers concert. We were set to see him the 30th but the concert was moved to the 28th at 730pm. The problem is we fly into LaGuardia the 28th landing at 4pm. Based on Google maps the hotel is only a 10 minute walk from the venue but about an hour from the airport. Is it worth trying to make it to the concert that night or should I try and sell the tickets and not risk it? I’m just not sure how traffic goes and if the 3.5 hours will be enough time to check into the hotel, get refreshed and then walk to the concert.

I stared, mouth dry, heart pounding, at the message from my boss – That awful combination of words that my coworkers and I pray we never see:
“You’re in the running for Employee of the Year.”
For him to send something so callous via email – that was just rubbing salt in the wound.
My eyes glazed over the wall of text that followed. I didn’t need to read the details – I’d cleaned enough of the prior winners off the walls and ceiling of the soundproofed breakroom to know exactly what the award entailed.
After that initial, deep pang of fear faded, denial flooded in to take its place.
I wasn’t just hitting my sales quota, I was blowing it out of the damn water – selling big ticket items daily. I never forgot to place the stickers with my barcode on the products, either, so when my customers checked out and it was scanned at the register, the sales should’ve automatically been linked to my employee ID.
We don’t receive commission – there are other ‘incentives’ to keep our sales up. I hadn’t been watching the numbers because I knew I was making sales left and right – I would've never even dreamt that I was at risk.
It was just a glitch with our computer system, I decided with a nervous laugh. It had to be – something IT could probably sort out in no time.
When I finally regained control of my legs, I wobbled to my manager’s office.
There was no miscalculation, he assured me. It was my employee ID that ranked at the bottom.
“The barcodes never lie, Graham.” He didn’t even bother making eye contact.
I was circling the drain figuratively, and if I didn’t get my shit together – literally – soon enough.
I begged him to review the camera footage – I knew he'd be able to see me making all those sales. “Don’t worry,” he added, with a smile vacant of anything remotely resembling happiness, “One way or another, we all contribute to the success of our company.”
I suppose that by then, he was long desensitized to the pleas of the desperate.
As I left his office, I assured myself that this wasn’t a death sentence.
Not yet.
I had another month until they recalculated our final standings, before shit would get real. Before I’d be given a limp handshake and an empty ‘Thank you for your devotion to the company’ as I was led down the hallway. Before I’d meet what lives behind the usually padlocked door in the shadowy corner of the breakroom.
Before I’d learn what it truly meant to sacrifice myself for the good of the company.
Word spread fast around the office.
Kevin gave me his smug, shit eating grin – maybe he thought that with me out of the picture, he’d finally have a shot with Elise.
Elise… I just desperately hoped that hers wouldn’t be the name drawn afterwards – the one selected to hose what’s left of me off the breakroom floor and down the stained, rusty drain.
As required, I began parking in my new designated space at the far end of the employee lot – the faded sign indicating ‘Reserved for Employee of the Year’ nearly swallowed up by the encroaching tree line. It added an extra ten minutes to my walk to our store, and I dreaded that added time in the oppressive Texas heat. The rational part of me knew that was soon to be a moot point, though.
One way or another, in another month, I wouldn’t have that parking spot. If I were lucky, I’d live to see another summer – live to see some other poor bastard’s car parked there.
If they hadn’t already heard the news, when the rest of my coworkers saw my car in that space, they knew what it meant. Don’t get too attached.
They started avoiding me like the plague. I didn’t blame them.
We all knew what would be coming next if my sales didn’t improve – it's the same thing that happens every time:
We’d gather for the mandatory meeting on the closing night of the fiscal year, all eyes on the sorry son of a bitch that had ‘won’ – the room so quiet that you could hear their muffled sobs. They’d receive what barely constituted a handshake from my manager while he muttered – dead-eyed – his appreciation for their devotion to the company.
Next, they’d be ushered off to the breakroom to meet ‘corporate’. No one tried to run – not after what happened in '19. Instead, the winner would always turn back, shooting us a desperate, final look – eyes pleading for someone, anyone, to intervene. And, of course, no one ever did.
Once the door closed behind them and that sound-proofed room swallowed up the last of their sobbing, begging – it was over. The rest of us would be sent home and I'd try to shower away that disgusting feeling – that sick sense of relief that someone else was sent to their death, and not me.
Cal – the nicest guy I’d ever met – he was the bottom performer two years ago.
He’d fallen so ill that he’d nearly wasted away and eventually, couldn’t work anymore. He must've thought that freed him from his contract – if he left, if he never came back into work, he’d be okay.
He must not have read the fine print in our hiring paperwork.
Although, to be fair, if any of us had read it, we'd never have signed it in the first place.
Cal was a warning to the rest of us, that there is no quitting in our line of work. If they have to track you down and find you (and I promise you that they will find you) – well, wouldn’t you prefer to go with your dignity, with the company compensating your loved ones – rather than be pulled from your home, kicking and screaming into the night?
Gina was employee of the year in 2023. Gina, with the kind smile, whom Kevin had set his sights on before Elise – and, just like Elise, she wanted nothing to do with him.
I still remember that day, the day they released the final numbers. The way Gina’s mouth hung open in confusion, shock.
When she finally managed to form words again, she too insisted that there must be some mistake. We all vouched for her to management – I’d personally seen her make so many sales.
Our manager simply reminded us that the barcodes never lie.
My name was the one drawn for breakroom duty that next morning, to pick up what remained of her smile and her simple gold wedding band, to be returned to her family. In one business week, they received a box containing a check, and everything left of her that wouldn’t fit down the drain.
Once the numbers are finalized, once your employee barcode has been slapped on that innocuous looking pink slip, well, your fate is sealed.
Kevin, in all his years at the company, has never parked on the far side of the lot. He has never even come close to becoming Employee of the Year, even though he couldn’t sell a bottle of water to a man dying of dehydration. He is sleaze incarnate and doesn’t even have the charisma to mask it.
I never understood how he did so well, but I couldn’t afford to think about him.
I had myself to worry about, and the glitch in the system. Any time I found myself in the breakroom, that ancient wooden door was an unwelcome reminder of the impending one-way trip it held for me.
I took special care to keep an eye on my sales, working my ass off, pulling double shifts. I pulled up the numbers as the end of month drew near, and couldn't believe it.
I was still dead last.
Somehow, there were days where less than half of my sales had been recorded to my employee number.
I didn’t understand.
I waited for the opportunity to sneak into the manager's office, and pull the footage myself.
I’d show the boss that something had gone wrong with the calculations, that the system was broken.
I finally got my chance. At first, I triumphantly watched myself make sale after sale – far more than had been credited to my account. For the first time in a month, I felt a sense of relief. I had evidence, and that had to count for something.
I switched feeds, to the camera nearer to the registers so I could confirm that the codes were being scanned. I'd seen several scanned successfully, and reached to turn off the recording. That's when I saw it.
Saw him.
Kevin.
It was subtle. I didn't realize what he was doing at first, until I recognized the pattern. Even then, I had to rewind and watch again for it to click.
It happened for nearly half of my sales that day. I saw him Intercepting the customers before they could check out – before I could get credit for my sales. And while he chatted them up, he discretely slapped his employee barcode over my own.
I confronted him that night – I was furious. He just smiled, smugly gave me that line about how the barcodes never lie.
He didn’t give a shit that he was sentencing someone else to death.
Hell, maybe he even enjoyed it.
Kevin had stolen credit for Gina’s sales – and god knows who else's.
Fucking. Kevin.
The day our numbers were to be finalized, he had the audacity to place his barcode over mine on a huge sale I’d made – he made no attempt at hiding it – right in front of me. He flashed me a grin as he did.
I caught up with the customers before they checked out and they kindly allowed me to peel the sticker off. I stuck it in my pocket to show my manager.
I pulled the video, too, and I stormed into his office, refused to leave until he watched it. I studied him as his eyes moved across the screen and if he was upset or shocked, he certainly didn't show it.
Finally, he met my eyes, and at the sight of the pain in his – well, for the first time, I felt a sense of relief.
Until I realized why he looked so miserable. Until he whispered, “I'm sorry, Graham. Someone has to receive that award tomorrow. It's out of my hands.”
I wordlessly handed him that damn barcode sticker of Kevin’s that I’d peeled off. He studied it for a long moment before he handed it back to me with a mere, “Why don't you hold onto this.”
I told Elise what had happened over lunch, and as much as I appreciated her outrage on my behalf, I was already resigned to it. I'd mainly wanted to warn her because I had a sick feeling she'd be the one Kevin went after next.
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't devastated when, that night, my boss called me into his office and informed me of the final standings. Yeah, I knew it was coming, but I guess it's just human nature to hold onto denial – hope – until the bitter end.
For what felt like an eternity, we stared at each other in silence. The presence of the pink slip of paper lying on the desk between us, said more than enough.
Finally, my eyes drifted down to the form.
He’d already signed, but the space where my barcode – the series of vertical lines spelling out my death sentence – should’ve been placed, was empty.
I never knew how this part went, since it always took place behind closed doors. No one that ever filled out that form lived to tell the rest of us about it.
“I need you to place a barcode here before I send the form to corporate.” he said, eventually.
I opened my mouth for one final, impassioned plea for my life, but he interrupted me. He spoke each word slowly, softly.
“I’m leaving the room now. I need you to place a barcode here, before I send the form to corporate.”
He stared at me for a long moment, waiting for my barely perceptible nod of acknowledgement before leaving me alone in the office.
They processed the paperwork, and announced the Employee of the Year that next day.
Yes, I did feel a pang of guilt as I watched the smug grin fade, the blood drain from Kevin’s face as he stared in shock at the outstretched hand of our manager – as he was thanked for his devotion to our company.
I felt it again as I watched him plead all the way to the breakroom, as our manager spoke to him the same mantra we’d all heard before.
The barcodes never lie.
But I thought of Gina, of the countless others, and by the time I heard the door slam behind him – the guilt was already gone. In its place, the relief of knowing the rest of us were safe.
Well, at least until next year.

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I live in the UK, and work full-time as a receptionist. On Monday before work one of my cats, James, seemed very ill. He has been ill for the last 2 months, going back and forth from the vets when he has wobbles, normally I fit these appointments around my job. I wake up at 5am because I need to commute into work, which starts at 8:30am, so I could not call my boss to ask for the day off to take James to the vets. James was still in a bad state when I left for work, and I was very worried about him. I get to work and call the vets to make an appointment for that day, and they recommended I get to them as soon as possible due to the seriousness of the condition. I spoke to my manager and he allowed me to leave work and take James to the vets, which I was extremely grateful for.
At the vets James, thankfully, wasn't as bad as I had thought, but he was put onto medication for the next week that needs to be given every 8 hours. I called up my manager to see if I could work from home during that week. When I first started the job (about 1 1/2 months ago) he had mentioned that I could work from home during exceptional circumstances. He asked if I could work half days at the workplace instead, which sounded like a lot to ask, as I needed to be checking on James with his new medication. Also, I would need to buy about £70 worth of new train tickets due to the time I would be travelling at, so I said that wouldn't be possible. He responded that I would need to use my holidays for this week then because my position is mainly focussed around working on the desk.
I understand his reasoning, but I am incredibly frustrated with how we got to that outcome. He was very annoyed that someone would need to cover the desk the whole week, and I am worried it is now going to affect our working relationship when I return. I am also annoyed because all my other colleagues (admittedly they have different job positions to me) are allowed to work from home whenever they want to. My manager is also flexible to their individual needs, and allows them to have days off when they require it. There seems to be lots of flexibility for them, but very little for me. I was recently hired, but two others were hired around the same time, and he has been very flexible according to their needs. I am just very frustrated that he couldn't do the same for me. He could have at least allowed me to use this as sick leave as my pet is sick.
Admittedly, having a week off and not focussing on work does allow me to make adjustments around the house for James' FIC, I can watch him to make sure he is reacting to his medication well, and take him back in if needed.
Am I being too nitpicky about this, or are my frustrations valid?

Hi,
so when my panic disorder really started during covid around 2020 (I had some attacks before but I didnt recognize them as an disorder) due to my job being in an office we were the first ones to go into lockdown and the last to leave. I was always kindof a loner and being at an office around people and then going to the gym kindof lifted me out of my loneliness. I have to add I'm not the most social person to begin with so on one hand I like to be alone and then I also don't like it. And being forced to go outside did really help.
But due to covid I was at home for 2 years without going out with friends or anything and my panic disorder really kicked in. Then I abused alcohol, landed in the emergency room here and there and in the end was at a ward.
To make it short I think the reason my panic disorder started is not being outside AT ALL for years. And since the panic attack started guess what, this didn't change until today.
But now here is the problem why this is so shitty, I can't go out because I have panic attacks but I need to go out to not feel lonely. But guess what, people don't want to hang around a nervous wrack. And I don't want to experience panic every day. It feels like this was a one way ticket into a hole I can't climb out of. It makes sense now why it doesnt improve.
It has been a problem before, that people like to be around people that are social and have good social skills, but how do you develop social skills if you dont hang around with people.
This shit started with bullying and since then I really never recovered but it just made me have more symptoms and more anti social. Fuck this shit really

Short background: I work as a senior pentester (consulting, not internal) doing primarily network and assumed breach pentests for my clients.
The last few weeks I've been working an assumed breach test for a client and was able to privesc fairly quickly into the test. Nothing strange there, typical client AD weak/misconfigs.
While doing post-ex recon on the domain, I noticed something very strange when running BloodHound. Typically, the first thing I do after importing my collection zip into BH is I take a screenshot of the Domain Admins group as my simple "hey heres what bloodhound looks like" for my report walkthrough. Easy enough, right? Go into bloodhound, type "Domain Admins" into the search bar, select the DA group, expand the group members. Only issue is there wasn't a "Domain Admins" group in BH... like, at all. Okay, odd but I can work around that. Lets look at "Enterprise Admins".Odd again, it wasn't present. I thought maybe I pulled in a bad zip or my data was somehow corrupted in a way i've literally never seen before. So I type in "ADMINISTRATORS@" to see if thats there and, lo and behold, it was there.
Returning to my assumed breach host, I run a simple powershell script to enumerate domain users that gets output to a csv and also run ldapdomaindump. Checking out ldapdomaindump, I see that "Domain Admins" is referenced in recursive group memberships, but is not an actual entry in my domain_groups* files. However, "Domain Admins" is listed in the group membership of several users in my domain_users* files.
Checking my powershell output, which includes the full DN for users' group membership, i DO see "Domain Admins" and "Enterprise Admins" DNs for several users. This is when i noticed something else strange about these privileged groups.
Typically, and by default, the "Domain Admins" and "Enterprise Admins" groups are within the "CN=Users, DC=, DC=" container. so DA for a domain of "shell.smoke" would have a DN of "CN=Domains,DC=shell,DC=smoke". But in my harvested data for my client's domain, the "Domain Admins" and "Enterprise Admins" groups were moved to a different container underneath Active Directory Administrative Center (CN=Domain Admins, OU=ADAC,...). This was absolutely wild to me, because never in my career had I seen an organization move the DA and EA groups to a completely new OU structure within AD.
I did some further testing to see what was going on. I hopped onto a DC with winrm and tried to lookup the groups by name, but got an error saying object not found, which i kind of expected by this point. But also kind of weird and kind of to be expected, using powershell to "resolve"/"translate" the full SID of these groups was successful, translating -512 gave me "\Domain Admins". But then trying to get the AD object by directly referencing the SIDs ended up with the same result as referencing by name, object not found. Getting onto RDP on a DC and navigating through ADAC I was hopping I could find SOMETHING, literally anything, pointing to what had happened here. ADAC has a "Recycle Bin" of sorts, and there were entries in there but nothing related to what i was looking for.
Later on in testing I tried making a golden ticket with impacket, using the defaults that'll add the DA and EA SIDs into the ticket, and that did work to effectively give me DA access to hosts. Likewise, requesting a TGT for an account that was supposed to be in the privileged groups and using the describeTicket script from impacket to decrypt the "enc-part" of the ticket showed me it did have the appropriate group SIDs for the privileged groups.
Basically, I'm at a loss at what the hell is going on here. Attempting to do some googling on the topic pretty much just led to dead ends revolving around removing DA from hosts' local administrators group... so completely useless. Referencing Microsoft's documentation on security groups (https://learn.microsoft.com/en-us/windows-serveidentity/ad-ds/manage/understand-security-groups) did show me that you can in fact move some of the privileged groups out of the default container, like DA and EA, but not some others, like Administrators. That's interesting and all, but why would anyone do this and then seemingly remove the groups? I dont have a Windows Server image laying around to play with to see what this looks like from an admin's perspective, but would there be any kind of security or warning prompt if you tried to move these groups, and then again if you attempted to remove them? What kind of implications would these group NOT being present in AD have for their AD security? Clearly, based on my golden ticket, you can still inject the appropriate SIDs into a forged ticket and they'll be recognized, but if the objects don't exist in AD, considering i couldnt even reference them directly by SID, how could a Service properly determine whether an account with those SIDs in a ticket should be given access? Most EDR and AD monitoring services that are configured to monitor and alert on changes to privileged AD groups keep an active watch on the actual containers themselves, with limited ability (pretty much just Windows Event Logging) to identify rogue use of the groups.
Any insights, answers, thoughts on this would be greatly appreciated. I definitely intend to make some mention of this in my report, but since this is my first time encountering this I'm kind of at a loss for what the overall implication of this is and how this can even happen to begin with.

I'm organizing a dinner and board games meet-up at Red Ginger on Saturday, 1st June (Madaraka Day) to socialize and make new friends.
This will be our 5th meet-up event this year and most of our community members are redditors -- because we started on Reddit.
The community has really grown to the point where it's now common to randomly bump into people who met at our events and became friends hanging out together at different popular joints in Nairobi over the weekend.
We now have small communities of people who met at our events within our community.
Unlike most events, we curate the experience so you don't feel like you're forcing the conversation with small talk that feels like an interview.
For instance, if you're coming to our dinner meet-up, we'll play Two Rooms and a Boom where you get to play a character while interacting with other participants.
So if your social life is in the pits for whatever reason, join us for dinner and board games next week on Saturday (1st June) at Red Ginger.
Since it's hard for people to be in a social mood with an empty stomach, we always have food at our events and this time, the ticket is inclusive of a buffet dinner.
Here is the website if you want more details: https://thesocialtournament.co.ke/
And if you want to join our WhatsApp community, click "Join Our Community" on the website.

Rabbi Eli Weinstock, Pres. of the New York Board of Rabbis, says that, 'The answer to antisemitism is being Jewish, proud Jewish, continuing Jewish life as much as possible. Living Judaism.'

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Rabbi Eli Weinstock, President of the New York Board of Rabbis and Rabbi of the Jewish Center of Atlantic Beach, spoke to Israel National News - Arutz Sheva, on his visit to Israel as part of the Israel Heritage Foundation’s delegation and this is not the first time he is here since October 7th.
Rabbi Weinstock states that, “It's important to come to Israel on all fronts. This is my fourth trip here since October 7th. I came in late October then again in November and December and at the end of December. Now again for the fourth time. Like many Jews, hopefully like all Jews should, I love Israel, I love the Jewish people. When things broke out here, I wanted to be here, to be here with my family, brothers and sisters of Israel, plus a daughter who lives in Israel, a son studying in Israel, and not everyone can come, not everyone can jump on a plane. At the same time, being here is something very special. You want that proximity with your people. We know that throughout the world people are sending and giving and supporting and praying, but it doesn't compare to be here, and I encourage all those who can, to come and I want to live by example.”
In comparison to the situation Israel, Rabbi Weinstock talks about the challenging situation in the US, especially on university campuses, “Challenging is an understatement. Personally, I'm more of an optimist and I feel it's a lot more noise and it's not as harmful, but it could be harmful. Everyone is experiencing it. It's the people on the ground and on the campuses who experience most, but it is heartwarming that the concern for us in America, the antisemitism that's experienced there. Israelis want to know how we feel, and it is very unique. It's not only my experience, but others I've spoken with. Sometimes we feel more at home here when visiting, maybe even safer here, even if we've had to run to a shelter during a rocket alert which happened on one of my previous trips.”
Rabbi Weinstock believes that that the answer to antisemitism in the US, to the protests, “Is Semitism, being Jewish, proud Jewish, being responsive, continuing as much as possible. I can't judge for others, but those who wear kipot, wear the kipot. Keep being Jewish. Keep continuing Jewish life as much as possible. That's what continues, when Jews are proud of their Judaism and live their Judaism, that's the most important statement that could be made at this time.”
As President of the New York Board of Rabbis, Rabbi Weinstock talks about the role of the rabbis, saying that “Rabbis are meant to be leaders, are meant to be pastors, are there to try and support the community through the good times and the not so good times and since October 7th things have been very challenging. A lot of the focus has turned into what we can do. People feel they want to be supportive, they want to be active, and they turn to the Rabbis, asking them how can we do that. We try to give advice the best we can.”
Rabbi Weinstock adds that, “More often than that, we tell them to look to the example of the people of Israel and see how they've responded with unity, with support, with generosity and sometimes in the American Jewish community we're not always as united. We're Jews, we don't always agree and since October 7 try to encourage people to respond in a positive way, make a difference in someone's life, deepen your connection to your synagogue, to your Jewish community, to your connection with Israel and it's going to be hopefully something that's not just temporary. This hopefully will turn into a moment of real distinction for the community.”
Rabbi Weinstock is very concerned by US President Biden’s attitude to Israel, saying, “it's very upsetting to hear those statements and the Rabbi in me and the Talmud scholar in me is thinking, Which way does it get understood? ‘On the one hand, on the other hand, or as Tevye would say, on the third hand.’ Unfortunately, politicians say things that are troubling. Some of them mean it, some of them don't mean it, but it's politics. It doesn't make it any easier to listen to and what I tell myself, what I tell my congregants, is that I still I do believe that genuine support for Israel, support for the Jewish state, support for the Jewish people, runs deep in America. A lot of the polls that come out, the numbers are shown to be high, but at the same time the fractures are perfect opportunities to emphasize.”
“Unfortunately,” adds Rabbi Weinstock, “That's what some in the media want to do. They want to show that differentiation, those cracks in the relationship. I'm optimistic that as US Jews we have our jobs to do, to continue to be that shining example of what the US-Israel relationship is about to our non-Jewish neighbors, to the politicians, to show them by our support and by our votes, that we want people who will say, ‘we do support and hopefully that's a full stop in an unequivocal statement.”
Pres. of NY Board of Rabbis: Genuine support for Israel and Jewish people, runs deep in US Israel National News - Arutz Sheva

My dad kind of revealed a family secret. His health is deteriorating before my eyes and I'm seeing his once strong and wide physique shrink and him becoming frail.... It hurts to see
He sat down in his chair and said he thought he was having a stroke.
He kept talking to himself. Talking about death. About how he wasnt afraid to die and he was practically dueling death before my eyes. He said "You don't scare me you son of a bitch" to open air in front of us and we were none the wiser about what was happening.
He then said something I never thought he would say. He said that he felt euphoric. He started talking about altered states and how sometimes when he was doing his work as a doctor he would go into these states. That he felt things.
He tried to tell my mom. She didn't understand. She was completely speechless. It was like she was too afraid to talk. All this was terrifying to her. But I was right there with him the entire time. He asked my brother if he had any intellectual interests and my brother replied that he liked video games. My dad cursed under his breath, disappointed.
The my mom said "Ask her." My father never really looks at me. We never talk. And he turned to look at me. I told him that I understood.
Relief washed over his face. We talked about individuation, Jung vs Freud, we talked about quantum physics and the physical world versus the spirit world. It felt like he'd heard me for the first time in my entire life and I heard him.
Politically we're very different. He's a Southern conservative man raised Baptist turned Catholic and his dedication to Jesus and Politics take a turn to the fanatical at times and it's caused a lot of arguments with him and my mom. Bad ones. Almost physical.
He was an alcoholic when I was small and that left me deeply traumatized. I thought he would kill us. I thought he would kill everyone. His hulking physique and alcohol were a lethal pairing. He even admitted to hiring someone to kill his ex girlfriend when he was drunk but thank God it fell through.
So there's a lot between us. I feel like we had no understanding of each other whatsoever. We lived in different planets, different universes even. Parallel but never truly touching. Never once seeing.
This was probably the first proper conversation I've had with him in years. We go weeks without saying a word or even looking up when we enter the room. Nothing.
But knowing that I saw him calmed him down from his delirium. He relaxed visibly and was no longer fighting death. He settled down and ate ice cream. But he'd told me something that had shook me to my very core.
He said that this ran in the family. His grandmother said she saw heaven. Ironically about a week ago I was crying bittersweet tears because I saw heaven too. Or something like it. I saw the afterlife. It was beautiful and terrifying. I woke up in tears.
I'd never been happier and I'd never been sadder. A major truth was revealed to me. That on this earth plane we can't experience the love we're capable of.
The love I felt transcended everything I felt. Everything I thought love was is just a speck compared to the light I felt.
I knew I would never feel this again. I would never feel this happy again. I will never feel this love again. And maybe if we remembered we could feel it....
So that hit me hard. My entire life I thought I was the freak in the family. That I was alone. That no one could possibly feel what I felt, especially within my own family. They'd never understand me.
So that door was blown wide open for me. It was living under my nose the entire time. The entire time there were two mystics under one house and we were too afraid to see it in one another.
Too stubborn. Too stuck in old stories. I'm also incredibly sensitive. I feel like my dad is too in some ways. I've never seen him cry. He didn't even cry when his mother died. He says he'll never cry for anyone. And he blows up in anger so easily. So of course he's sensitive like I am. Just in a different way.
I'm also on the autism spectrum so that adds another layer of alienation and I just know that my dad is autistic too.
That day I shoved it all beneath me. My mother was terrified. She was looking to me for answers.
"Is he crazy?" she asked.
"No. " I answered honestly.
He wasn't crazy. Because if he was crazy then I was crazy. But I know what I feel is REAL. She kind of brushed it off and called him a schizophrenic. It hurt.
But I pushed it down anyway. The next day I woke up terrified. I didn't know why. I just felt so anxious. I tried breathing exercises, everything but the sense of dread was still there.
I'd seen my father around all my life, miserable, angry and getting sick. If that's what hiding your radiance and gifts does to you then I don't want it.
I don't want to die when I barely turned 60. I don't want to grey and limp and fall in the bathroom, busting my head open then do nothing about it. It was like he was letting himself die. He wanted to. He said he wanted to.
I saw a part of me in that. The part that was scared. That felt judged. That hid. That felt like such a weirdo. Watching my dad made me realize that it would slowly kill me like a slow acting venom.
I was seeing it before my eyes. He didn't have anyone to understand him all these years. And probably in his home life too....And look at what it'd done.
He was a big angry man hiding gifts and altered states and possibly even God inside of him. And so was I.
We were both hiding.
I couldn't live like that.
I went to the bathroom and cried by myself for awhile and no one knew.
I didn't know what to do with this information and I still don't... But it's there. The story is there. And it's a bittersweet story.
I don't know what I'm going to do with these gifts.
I hope I can make us proud.
One day.

Hey guys, i'm selling 1 x Sunday ticket to GALA in Peckham this coming weekend (unfortunately can no longer make it). Anyone interested in buying? I paid £69.50+BF, would sell for £65.
Currently have it in the resale queue via Resident Advisor, but seeing if anyone is interested here instead. Can do a name change if so. DM if interested.

A few questions. I promise I tried looking for answers, but wasn't able to find definitive answers (maybe my google-chi sucks, in which case I apologize).

1. We are a family of 4 (13 and 11 yr old, so relatively self sufficient and can carry their own stuff). Will be connecting through YVR coming from DEN, going to NRT towards the end of November. 1 hr 10 min layover - will we make it? will our luggage make it? I remember YVR US to Int'l connections have to walk quite a bit and have to go through one checkpoint?
   
2. I opened an Aeroplan account to manage my booking a bit better, but the Aeroplan website will not let me add my booking to my Aeroplan profile. It says it can't find it, when I try the "Add booking" feature. It finds the booking on the regular AC website with the booking reference and last name, but not if I try to add it to my Aeroplan profile. Weird? Cause for concern? Should I call AC to fix it, clarify it? I booked it directly on the AC website.
   
3. We are all UA MileagePlus members and I added all of our UA account numbers when I booked it, but on the confirmation emails, the attached itinerary pdf, and when I pull up our booking on their website it only shows my UA#, and not for anyone else. Is this normal?
   
4. Will my UA Silver status get us anything with AC?
   
5. Booked on Economy Class (G). Currently shows 777-300ER plane with lots of space and I was able to get good seats.
   

• Given how empty the planes are showing right now, my guess is they will probably change the plane eventually and we will lose our seat assignments?
  
• Bulkhead seat upgrades are $150/person on the YVR-NRT (daytime, but 10.5 hr flight) and NRT-YVR (8.5 hrs, but its red eye) legs. Are those significantly more spacious? I wasn't able to find anything regard how much extra legroom it actually is.
  
• Thinking of possibly bidding for Premium Economy or possibly Signature class upgrade. Any opinions of one vs the other? Obviously Signature will be better, but how much better? What would you bid for upgrades (keep in mind everything is x 4). Is it better to bid early or wait until later for upgrade bidding with AC?
  

Thanks!

Hi there! Before I dive into the issue at hand, I think you need a bit of backstory.
I (27) still live with my parents but ever since I started working I’ve been paying my share of household expenses, as if I lived with flatmates. I help to pay rent, buy groceries for the whole family, pay for car maintenance, completely support our dogs (all dogs’ expenses are on me, including vet and emergencies) et cetera.
Since I’ve started my new job, which pays me more than the previous one (which only allowed to cover monthly expenses), I’ve been trying to save in order to buy a house for the whole family. However, at the same time I feel as if my mother has started to act kinda rudely to me: my parents don’t have savings, so I have been giving them more money for expenses they used to cover with my father’s wage ( she doesn’t work due to health issues related to mobility). Last week she asked me to buy her a plane ticket to go visit my grandmother, so I had to take the money from my savings (the ticket was quite expensive by the way).
Today we went out together and realised we had to go grocery shopping and since I know my parents are tight on money I offered to pay for everything. Then my mother suddenly asked to stop by another shop before groceries. She said: “Give me the money so I can buy some yarn for my crochet project”. I said: “If you don’t mind, I have other things to pay, I’ll give you the money for groceries but not for yarn, at least not now, let me see where I get at the end of the week.” She glared at me and gave me the silent treatment, and I know she must be a mix of angry and sad, since this scenario happened another time before. Since my mother and father supported me financially until I was eighteen, AITA for telling her no?

Does it exist?! Is there a way to just make a ticket?
My RTK station died and I have been trying to chat with someone for over an hour. Every time I get to the front of the queue in the chat they just disconnect me. I have had this POS for a month and had nothing but issues.
I'm ready to just contact Amazon about a refund, and have a chat about selling $2,700+ products that do not function!