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I’ve had it for about a day now and I think after two bottles it’s safe to say I’m really not enjoying this flavor. It tastes like a combination of watery vanilla ice cream and soggy strawberry cereal. Many people may suggest to try it with milk but frankly I’m not much of a milk drinker due to how it affects my stomach so it’s never in my place. But the purpose of gamersupps for me was to help me drink more water. I don’t wanna waste it so I’m gonna keep drinking it but man I’m having a hard time learning to like it

First Part
“Your house is really nice,” I remarked, placing my sleeping bag and pillow on the floor. I kept my backpack close, making sure the crucifix I borrowed from my parents was safely tucked inside one of its pockets. I really hope my mom doesn't realize it's missing.
I was the only one who had arrived at the Bardell’s house so far. Mrs. Bardell opened the door and greeted me with a big, never-ending smile that looked like it was permanently glued to her face. Her teeth showed through the wide grin, and her lips were covered in a thick layer of red lipstick.
“That's really nice of you," she responded with a smile. “I can see why you get along with my girls.”
Mary and Jane, seated across from me, both nodded and chimed in together, “Yes, she's great, Mom. We're happy we invited her.”
“So, when are the others getting here?” I asked.
“What others?” Mrs. Bardell appeared puzzled.
“Tammy and Harriette. They said you invited them too, and they promised they'd come.”
“Oh, they're not coming anymore. They called just before you arrived to let us know,” Mrs. Bardell explained. Her big, dark eyes moved between me and the twins. “Okay girls, just sit tight for a bit. Dinner will be ready soon.” Then she went into the kitchen.
Fantastic! Just fantastic! Some friends they are. Traitors!
“They didn't tell me…” I mumbled quietly, feeling betrayed. I quickly checked my phone and texted Tammy: So you're just not gonna show up?
The message was stuck on “sending…”
“Don't worry about it,” the twins reassured me. “We'll still have a great time tonight!”
Their idea of a good time was putting on a skit they had practiced the last few days. The twins disappeared upstairs, only to return dressed in their costumes. Mary had on a gray hoodie that I thought I'd seen before, and I noticed a dark crusty-looking red spot on the sleeve. Jane sported a baseball uniform. Mr. Bardell, wearing a smile like his wife, joined in the fun. He was down on all fours, wearing a dog mask that looked surprisingly lifelike.
I sat still on the sofa, feeling completely weirded out.
As Mary ambled around the living room, her hood shielding her face and her hands tucked in her pockets, Jane and Mr. Bardell engaged in a game of frisbee. Mr. Bardell crawled around like a playful pup, zooming across the room and even leaping over the couch. Quickly, I crouched down to avoid getting hit. He then sprang to his feet, his arms bent like a dog's, proudly holding the frisbee in his mouth.
Mary stopped and glanced back. “Cool dog,” she said.
“Thanks,” Jane said, mimicking a man’s low pitch. “What’s your name, son?”
“Eddie.”
My stomach sank. That was the name of our missing classmate.
“Would you like to play with him?” Jane continued.
“I should really get home, my mom–” said Mary.
“One throw won't hurt, would it?”
“I guess not.”
Jane grabbed the frisbee out of her dad's mouth and passed it to Mary. The frisbee soared into the dining room and plopped right onto a plate sitting on the table.
“Oh! It flew into my house,” said Jane.
“I'm sorry!” Mary said.
“That's okay, my daughters are getting a kick out of watching us.” Jane pointed up. “Do you see them over there? Second floor, window to the right.”
Mary waved.
“They told me you're a friend of theirs.”
“Not exactly friends… I mean, we went to the same school. I haven't seen them around in a while though.”
“Why don't you come inside and say hi?”
Before Mary could answer, Mrs. Bardell popped out of the kitchen, saying dinner was served. All eyes turned to me, waiting for me to make the first move.
xxx
You get to vote on the character's next move.

I was recently diagnosed (type 2) and trying to figure out triggers. I know exposure to the sun is a big one for me, but I’m wondering if it’s direct exposure only (sunlight on the face/neck) and I’ll be good with just a large hat, or if sun on other parts of the skin (arms etc) would cause a flare also, since certain foods can be triggers and that is systemic.
Also, any sunscreen recommendations would be appreciated, I’m very sensitive to scents so anything mild would be great.

Seit ein paar Wochen benutze ich (mal wieder Dating-Apps, sprich Tinder und Bumble). Heute will ich euch ein bisschen davon erzählen, wie das bei mir dieses Jahr so lief:

• Ich würde mich selbst eher als Mensch beschreiben, den man mehr wertschätzen kann, je länger man mit zusammen ist. Sprich ich wirke vielleicht nicht der größte Fang auf den ersten Blick und ich denke ich kann eher mit meiner Art Punkten (zumindest hoffe ich das, sonst sieht's bei mir nämlich schlecht aus)
• Trotz dieser Tatsache hatte ich nach zwei bis drei Wochen vier vielversprechende Matches. Mit einer davon habe ich mich sogar verabredet
• Ich warte am Tag des Dates auf sie. Sie schreibt, sie steht im Stau.
• Ich habe über eine Stunde im Cafe auf sie gewartet, bevor ich mich entschlossen habe, zum Auto zu laufen und nach Hause zu fahren. Tja... sie hatte wohl einfach keine Lust oder ich wurde verarscht
• Auf dem Weg zum Auto schreibt sie mir dann. Sie ist beim Cafe. Also wieder zurück.
• Wir begrüßen uns freundlich aber mein erster Eindruck ist eher nicht so gut. Ich stehe da in Hemd mit gegelten Haaren. Sie in Jogginghose und verschwitzt von der Arbeit. Fettige Haare.
• Wir waren zum Kaffeetrinken verabredet, aber darauf hat sie jetzt "keine Bock", also laufen wir einfach etwas durch die Stadt.
• Sie fragt mich komplett aus:
  • Wie stehe ich zu Kindern?
  • Mag ich Haustiere?
  • Wie viele Kinder will ich?
  • Habe ich irgendwelche Allergien oder Krankheiten?
• LOL.
• Nach zwei Stunden verabschieden wir uns.
• Abends ruft sie mich an und erzählt mir fast zwei Stunden darüber. wie heute auch die Beziehung ihrer besten Freundin kaputt gegangen ist
• Am nächsten Tag telefonieren wir wieder und sie erzählt mir extrem viel über ihre letzte Beziehung und ihren Ex.
• Am nächsten Morgen schreiben wir ganz normal miteinander und Mittags bin ich dan auf WhatsApp blockiert.
• Sie hat wohl wieder zu ihrem Ex gefunden.
• Naja, gibt schlimmeres.

Waren interessante 2 Tage.
Die nächsten zwei Dates verlaufen besser, aber ich merke, dass die Personen und mich jedes mal extrem wenig verbindet.
Es ist halt einfach etwas anderes, wenn man eine Person dated, mit der man schon lange im selben Freundeskreis ist.
Habe die Apps mittlerweile gelöscht. Es ist schön, wenn die Apps Menschen helfen, zueinander zu finden, aber für mich isses nix.

Hello po mga ates and kuyas! I just want to ask:

1. Does UPM-CN offer a non-thesis option in their postgraduate programs? I’m aware that they have MAN. But, I am more interested in earning a non-thesis master’s program.
   
2. Are there other non-thesis master’s programs in UPM that I can apply to related to my undergraduate program (BS Nursing)?
   
3. I’m also invested in their certificate/diploma offerings. Are there students in this app taking or have taken units from the aforementioned programs? How was it?
   

Thank you po hehe

I am 41F and have run a successful (not very profitable, but successful in terms of student outcomes) tutoring business for over 12 years. I am capped at how much I can make, and I am ready to hang my hat and close this chapter in my life. I have made amazing connections with beautiful families. Some I have been working with for almost the entire time I have been in business. I now have an opportunity to live rent free with my in-laws (we have no kids) and go back to school to get an M.S. in Accounting. I can finally take the time away from teaching to focus on a new career. (Yes, accounting has been something I've wanted to switch to for years, so this is not a last minute decision.) I have learned so much about how to run a business, establishing positive interpersonal relationships among families and schools, organizing, budgeting, and taxes (don't even get me started how the government eats away at profits).
I was planning on summer tutoring, but I'm going to close my doors June 15th instead, so I can take time off to relax, regroup, and get ready for my new chapter in September. So, as I plan to transition next fall to a whole new world of spreadsheets, mathematics, etc, I need help coming up with a way to say thank you to all the families that have worked with me over the years.
How do I say goodbye after all these years? I want to bow out gracefully.

I live in the vine district and there's a shirtless man, wearing a hat, on his bike harassing a woman jogger down 2 blocks down oak. It took me and another person intervening for him to leave her alone.
Please be careful out there ladies.

I think a lot of good looking men, or men who grew up being complimented over their looks, are assumed to have bad or dull personalities before opening their mouth. I also think they are judged a little more harshly than men who don’t have as many traits one could deem as “good-looking,” like a sharp jawline, prominent cheekbones, symmetry and proportional features, eyelash length, etc.
We all know what good-looking is; it’s why there’s so much overlap in the features of actors and why so many actors have so-called, “lookalikes.” Men know what a good looking woman looks like.
I notice that my girl-friends NEVER choose the man they are most attracted to, which is always a man that has these features and looks like he could be on camera.
It’s never really about them having a bad personality, being unavailable, etc. They take themselves out of the running so to speak by making assumptions, and they HATE, hate, hate, hate, the idea of competing with another woman, which is a wee bit hypocritical as some of them entertain multiple men, but they’re well within their right to do so.
I love my friends, but I think they set themselves up for marriage failure and disappointment by doing this. I’m not saying looks are everything, but how does a personality set itself apart from another’s, when both are “good?” I see this sentiment online, and it’s an interesting one, but I think looks alter how ppl judge your personality.
I have one friend, let’s call her Tasha; she thought a keynote speaker at one of our latest events (both event planners at same org) was extremely handsome. And objectively speaking, he was. He gave a great speech. During our networking happy hour, I invite him over to our table. He’s single too.
He’s charismatic, hilarious, he’s a good listener, and she’s smiling during the whole situation, but it’s a closed lip, squint the eyes smile; one of those smiles you give a kid when he thinks he’s done something genius but it wasn’t. But she starts doing something uncharacteristic; she only turns to me and talks, and she’s low volume. It could almost be classified as rude.
She’s a lot more reserved than she usually is around this guy. I asked her afterward whether she liked the guy and she kept it simple in a way where she made it known that it was an uncomfortable subject; a very curt, “yeah.”
Now, we’ve hung out with men that Tasha NEVER thought were cute, and were much more crass in nature, less motivated and unhygienic, but she would act like they were the greatest thing since sliced bread. However, post hang out, she would complain about them.
This is behavior that most of my girl-friends exhibit. It could be a regional US thing, maybe.
I think many women need to feel comfortable above all else for a relationship to work for them. I think some men can be “too complete” for some women to deal with.
Thoughts?

Travis to Eric, Eric to Dragon, Dragon to Tom, Tom to Travis.
Every time a GPS rocket fires over the Triangle.
Complete shock and awe.
“I saw it go straight up, what is going on here?! The GPS goes right in the mountains. Travis, you are NOT going to believe this!”
Hey fellas, it’s season 5, you’ve approached the theory that there is a black hole like anomaly at the triangle, above and below.
Why are you so surprised by consistent results with the GPS attached to rockets?
Come on man.

I’ve been sitting on this for a while as its inconclusiveness wasn’t really worth sharing, but life has gone full circle and my boomer coworker has gotten some ironic karma!
2 years ago I was driving into work and got into a very minor accident. I was following another car inside a roundabout (rotary, traffic circle, whatever you call it in your own area) when they suddenly slammed on their breaks in an attempt to yield for cars coming into the circle… Not the first time I’ve dealt with people violating the laws of the road in that way, but it was the first (and hopefully last) time I hit them as a result. I braked fast enough that the bump was super small. We checked and there was no visible damage and the young inexperienced RAV4 driver and I agreed to just let bygones be bygones. I was still a little agitated because it never should have happened and now I was late for work, but at least it was a civil exchange.
I get to work and I’m in a bad mood and when Boomy the coworker asked what happened I vented a little just explaining the story and how stupid the other driver’s action was. I didn’t want a yes-man or a, “oh you poor pained soul,” speech, but just a little sympathy between coworkers would’ve been nice. Just to lift my spirits a little? Nope. Instead I get a spiel about how technically I’m at fault and I shouldn’t have been so close and I should’ve filed a report and blah blah blah. Look. I’m willing to accept my own responsibilities. It’s not like I was tailgating, but clearly I was too close or not paying enough attention. By the letter of the law I as the rear ender am guilty, but it’s easy to ignore the nuance of the other person committing a dumber act that lead to it in the first place when you’re on the sideline. Just wait until it happens to you… and that’s exactly what has happened now.
Boomy drives a Porsche from the 60s. Very expensive car. She treats it better than her own son (a whole other story). Well, this morning I find out from her that the other day she rear ended someone who stopped their car when they weren’t supposed to. You guessed it; in a roundabout! This one was more damaging and she has to have the front bumper replaced. Of course she droned on and on about how stupid the other driver was and how they’re completely at fault and how she gave the guy a piece of her mind. Another older coworker who’s listening suggests it was intentional and an attempt at an insurance scam. All the while she’s completely forgotten what she said to me when I was in a similar position - if she even remembers it happened at all. I just sat in silence smiling to myself.
TLDR: I get into an accident and Boomer coworker berates me saying it’s my fault, then 2 years later gets into the same exact accident and whines that it’s not her fault.

Hello. I'm not non - binary but i am a gay male and today i went to have a nice Sunday lunch with my uncle and my aunt. My uncle is my father's brother and since i was little i always viewed him as a second father. I loved him since i can remember. He always loved me like his own kid too. My whole family is extremely religious (greek orthodox) and very traditional and don't approve of everything lgbtq. When my parents found out that i like men a few years ago we had issues for a long time. Then i moved away in the country capital and everything was better. My only relatives close to me here are my uncle and my aunt where i go for a family meal every one or two weeks.
So yeah i went to my uncle, we were cooking and drinking coffee. I always kept personal things to me just because i knew my uncle wouldn't understand and when we discussed about everything else, he was very open and informative. Keep in mind that i always adored him like a superhero. Then i asked a simple question "Did you watch Eurovision?". He immediately said that it was great that he didn't because there was this "demon witch with the pentagram". I understand that a pentagram can scare an orthodox but i never expected what came next:

• Ok i understand, but the winner song was amazing. Such an amazing voice.
• No, it was disgusting. They try to provoke us and pass this "neutral gender thing" as a fashion and they hurt the children of the next generation.
• But they don't try to force it on anybody, they just try to express themselves. I have even met people like them and you have no idea what they struggle with. Some even "end themselves" and that's sad.
• Well, they better end themselves than show us these things. They try to force all these anomalies. All these people are followers of Satan etc etc etc

I understand that he may not understand or like the LGBT, he doesn't have to, but people, the momment he talked about how they should end themselves, i started panicking. I myself struggled with these thoughts and had many difficulties for many years. I have received a lot of support from friends, boyfriends and my sister. But hearing all these mean, inhumane things from a "christian orthodox that preaches love" was devastating to me. Funny thing is he "didn't want to hear a single word about it" but he kept talking to himself over and over as long as the words weren't coming from me. I went out to the balcony alone to try and relax. I was shaking. It was not that i was sad for me as an lgbt who previously wanted to end his life. I was sad that my childhood hero said mean things like these to people who just tried to find themselves. I found it unfair how Nemo grabbed the mic and preached for love and unity as a "satan follower" and the "god follower" wished death upon people. That moment i decided that even if it would hurt my uncle, i would pack and go back home for the day. My uncle said he wanted to talk but i was already packing. I know that maybe i should have stayed and talked but i was scared, sad and didn't have the courage to sit and eat or talk with him. When i was leaving he told me that "i was making him sad and that what i was doing was not right". I replied "you shouldn't go to sacrament (i had to google that) next Sunday in church". I left. I was shaking and crying all the way back.
The internet is a dark place. I know that here i might get some amazing tips about what to do next, a few discussions but also some mean things. Some people will hate the fact that a gay man tried to defend a non binary person. I mean, if people want to be mean to me they will find a way. Still, i felt the need to defend you people, even if it means ruining the relationship with my family members. I hope that i did the right thing. Even if i don't manage to get any more tips about what i should do next, the fact that i took all these thoughts out of my chest and expressed myself makes me feel relieved already. Thank you for reading my story.
P.S: Please don't show a lot of hate to my uncle :)

Guten Tag, werte Eisenbahninteressierte, Hat jemand zufällig ein Abo beim Schwarzwälder Boten und kann mir sagen, um was es in diesem Artikel bezüglich der Resolution Gäubahn geht? Ich selber habe nur ein Abo bei der Stuttgarter Zeitung, doch leider darf ich verlagsübergreifend nicht lesen. Vielen Dank für die Hilfe
P.S. Hinweis an Mods: sollte der Post gegen die Regeln sein, bitte löschen und mir schreiben, was genau dagegen spricht

He wanted my fiancé to convert just to ‘save face’ of the family because that’s all he cares about. He’s a narcissist who cares more about his reputation than the happiness of his own daughters. It killed me yesterday to sit there and hear him berate my mother for her apparent ‘awful upbringing’ of me and my sister when he was the one that married someone else behind her back and told her to get on with it when I was just 12. My mother was perfect, she’s my best friend and the woman who gave everything to protect me and my sister from the abusive, manipulative, controlling nature of my father.
He blamed everyone but himself for not being there throughout our childhood when he was off cheating and sleeping with other women whilst preaching Islam is the only way. Then to sit there and say he would rather be dead than to meet his future grandkids all because I refused to have my fiancé take the shahada when we get married, the hypocrisy is wild. The worst thing was that he said all my fiancé would have to do is take the shahada for the sake of the family and then not even practice Islam… how does that even work in his mind!?
I really tried to repair our relationship after he said awful things to me a year ago, about me not practicing, about me dating out of our religion and race. Does he forget I’m half white? He forgets he’s in a white country, in 2024, where religion doesn’t matter in our generation as much. Where I’ve found someone so rare and gorgeous and treats me like I’m an Angel on earth, someone who gave me real love and taught me what a man really should be. And all my father can think about is his family’s opinions for when I marry a non-Muslim.
It shattered my heart yesterday but I will always choose the people who love me and support me and it just goes to show that religion and reputation really does consume some people, to the point they won’t even love their own daughters unconditionally.

Yesterday at my local the barcode token I was given was too faded and worn so it wouldn’t scan so they write my details down. But they made a mistake when the entered the result with my own barcode number and recorded the result against some random man who has a parkrun number that is one digit different from mine.
I messaged them and they apologised and said they’d correct the error. But the results on the event results page are still wrong. On the parkrun support page it says that “unfortunately we don’t update event results at parkrun HQ.”
Does this mean the my time will always be under that other random man’s name? It’s a bit annoying, it has it me off going back to that event as I’m afraid it could happen again. I’m trying to get up to 200 parkruns and I’m not far off do it’s frustrating that it doesn’t count /include yesterday’s.

Mir wird mittlerweile immer mehr bewusst, dass sie womöglich ADHS hat. Dies merkt man vorallem bei der Unordnung in der Wohnung und wenn man sich dann mal so die Symptome von Erwachsenen durchliest, trifft fast so gut wie alles auf sie zu.
Wie meistert ihr den Alltag, ohne dass die Beziehung darunter leidet?
Vorallem in der Konstellation Frau mit ADHS und Kind würde mich sehr interessieren. Denn irgendwie setzt das ganze immer mehr unserer Beziehung zu und da möchte ich eigentlich vorallem jetzt mit Kind dagegen arbeiten. Aber es ist echt nicht immer einfach ruhig zu bleiben und Menschen mit ADHS sind ja angeblich was negatives Feedback angeht, nochmal etwas schnelleeinfacher anfällig. Sie hat leider noch zu ADHS ein rheumatisches Problem, daher nochmals schwieriger die Situation.
Hatte immer gehofft dass es vielleicht besser wird, sobald ein Würmchen da ist und sie nichtmehr Vollzeit arbeiten muss.
Falsch gedacht, mittlerweile kann man niemanden mehr spontan in die Wohnung lassen. Das ging vor dem Würmchen schon nicht, aber jetzt schon gar nicht mehr. Gibt zwar auch noch viele weitere Symptome, die den Alltag erschweren, allerdings ist das Thema Unordnung das größte.
Das artet für mich eigentlich immer in Stress aus und der triggert meine Neurodermitis. Vom Wohlbefinden mal ganz zu schweigen...

May 19, 2024
Have you heard the song “Brett Martin, You a Nice Man, Yes”?
Probably not. On Spotify, “Brett Martin, You a Nice Man, Yes” has not yet accumulated enough streams to even register a tally. Even Brett Martin, a contributing writer for The New York Times Magazine and the titular Nice Man, didn’t hear the 1 minute 14 second song until last summer, a full 11 years after it was uploaded by an artist credited as Papa Razzi and the Photogs.
When Martin stumbled on “Brett Martin, You a Nice Man, Yes,” he naturally assumed it was about a different, more famous Brett Martin: perhaps Brett Martin, the left-handed reliever who until recently played for the Texas Rangers; or Brett Martin, the legendary Australian squash player; or even Clara Brett Martin, the Canadian who in 1897 became the British Empire’s first female lawyer. Only when the singer began referencing details of stories that he made for public radio’s “This American Life” almost 20 years ago did he realize the song was actually about him. The song ended, “I really like you/Will you be my friend?/Will you call me on the phone?” Then it gave a phone number, with a New Hampshire area code.
So, he called.
You can listen to the episode here.

Hey Ich bin Cem 22 Jahre und suche für den Montag paar Leute die Lust hätten was zu machen da ich nicht in München lebe und nicht weiß was ich tun soll alleine würde es mich freuen wenn es welche gibt die Lust und Zeit hätten was zu machen. Zu mir als Person Ich spiele Fußball und mache gerne Sport Bin 1,80 groß und habe einen athletischen Körperbau, ich bin deutsch/türke, ich liebe Essen, Autos, Anime aber auch normale Serien, ich bin eine offene und ehrliche Person. Zu euch, ihr solltet aufjedenfall paar dieser Kriterien auch haben das man gleiche Interessen hat für eine Konversation damit es nicht unangenehm ist. Ihr könnt mir paar food spots zeigen, car Spots, wir können kicken, oder feiern. Gerne melden wenn ihr Lust habt, mein Instagram ist cemy.z damit ihr mit mir in ktn treten könnt und ich keine Fake Person bin

This did not happen recently but a few months back.
I was looking for a job (double digit years in experience) and a HR from Nagarro reached out on LinkedIn. I sent her my details, did a proctored online test and was selected for a 2nd round face to face. Since the interviewer was in US, the slot I had was Sunday at 9:45 PM IST [I was given a choice of slots but they were either 7 in the morning or 9-10 in the night, only weekends].
I joined the Teams meeting at 9:40 PM on a Sunday, turned on my camera, and waited 5 minutes for the interviewer. As soon as it became 9:45, I heard the Teams chime that I was let in, but before the sound ended, a voice started speaking. "Alright, so what things you take care?"
I looked up to see this Indian guy wearing a red hat (not THAT red hat) indoors, looking at me. I said, "Sorry, what?" And he said exasperatedly, "Your work. What. Is. It. that. You. Do." in clipped tones, as if I was not a mentally sound person.
My hand automatically moved my mouse over to the disconnect button and I almost clicked but stopped myself at the last moment. I decided to see how the interview went. I had not given an interview in a long time and wanted to get an experience.
I composed myself and started to explain my resume. In the middle of it, he stopped me and said, "Are you using dual screens?" I said yes. He scolded me for using dual screens for an interview and made me turn one off. I was on camera the whole time and it was a face to face interview so not really sure what the concern was but I still did it. The funny part was, during the interview I could hear pings from his side and see him turn to his own second screen to reply to some chat/IM messages. Anyways, I asked, "should I continue explaining my resume" and he said, "no that's alright."
"Tell me about any recent deliverable you have worked on", he asked next. I had recently worked on implementing a customized DR system so I started to explain how it was implemented and the architectural changes done. He was distracted the whole time, replying to some ping, constantly muting and unmuting his audio and saying, "That's fine. Keep going." I completed my explanation and waited. He realized I had stopped talking and said, "All that is good but I do not see the architecture change you have done." I summarized the server re-organization, the load balancers, the customized back-up and archival, even some code level changes we had to do, but he said, "I still do not see the architecture design change." I said, "I can draw an architecture diagram to show it clearly", and he said, "no that's alright. Let's move on."
I come from a .NET background, so he asked me, "do you have experience with .NET core?" I said, I did. And this is where the most weird part of the interview starts. He spent 20 minutes on a single question and you will see why, in a minute.
He asked me, "Do you know the three types of dependency injection?" I answered the three - singleton, scoped and transient.
He said, "good, now tell me how do you decide which one to use." This is a standard interview question, I gave the standard answer. It was not good enough.
He did a "tch" sound of exasperation. "All that is good, but how do you decide?" I explained again, adding more details.
He did that "tch" sound again. "All that is good, but how do YOU decide?", stressing on the word "YOU". I explained again, this time with examples of when I would make which choice and why.
He did that "tch" sound again. "All that is good, but those are textbook examples. Tell me about an example that you have implemented in your system"
I explained how we had used a singleton for application level settings. He did that "tch" sound again. "All that is good, but what made you decide that the application settings need to be in singleton?"
I was confused at this point. What was he looking for! "The settings need to be the same throughout the application and so a singleton is a logical choice", I said.
He shook his head, this time not making the "tch" sound. "No, you are not getting it. I want to understand what made you decide to make the application settings class a singleton? Was it because of the name of the class or because somebody told you or because you got a feeling?"
I was angry at this point, so I repeated the same answer as before. He said, "Maybe I am making it complex. Why don't I give you an example and you can explain your choice." I said OK.
"Alright, so suppose that I created a class called "" and asked you how should I use it. What will you say?"
I stared at him for a moment, wondering if this was real. I asked him what was the functionality of the class, and he launched into the most unnecessarily complex (and to me, wildly unrelated) functionality regarding uploading documents from an API to an azure storage account involving Virtual Networks, Key Vault, different Blob types and an Azure SQL database to store blob metadata. I asked him, how the class is supposed to be used. He said, "I don't know. I am the author of the class. I have given it to other people to use. Ask me questions you would ask the author of the class."
My mind was hurting at this point so I repeated, in the most bored voice, the very first standard answer I had given. He must have realized my disinterest, for he said, "Alright, I get it. Let's move on. Do you have experience writing SQL?"
I said Yes. So he asked me to share my screen and gave me a written scenario for which to write a query.
While I was working on the query, he said, "I have your resume so let's take a look at that." He opened the resume, I could see that he actually did open it then, by the screen brightness reflected on his face change. And as I worked on the query, he kept going through my resume and making what I can only describe as "Passive-Aggressive comments" in a low voice in the background. E.g. "worked at So-and-so (one of the Big 4 companies)... In ", "worked with XYZ technology... for ", "SME for ABC technologies... for DEF use case"
I was done at this point so I drafted out a query with as low effort as I could and then explained it quickly. It was wrong for sure, and not fulfilling the use case completely but I had stopped caring. He also realized it because he said, "Alright, I think that is it. Do you have any questions for me?", in a very smug voice.
I said, "No, thanks for the experience", and disconnected the call.
So, that was it. The most WTF interview of my life. So far. I am not really sure what was wrong with that dude or maybe I have been out of touch for a long time and this is how it is now, but damn, man. I sat in shock for a few minutes after the call. I did check out the interviewer's profile on LinkedIn, wondering if we had crossed paths before. But he was been with his company for a long, long time, first company since college and never switched. So I don't really know.
Anyways, so, yeah. Hope you are having a better experience than me.