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Hi Reddit. Rare game and handheld popped up near me and I really want it lol. Selling a couple of pieces of my collection to afford it. All games are CIB unless stated otherwise. Prices also include shipping. Willing to do bundle prices for more games you buy. Thank you!

• Pokemon Emerald GBA(Loose/Authentic/Replaced Label) - $150
  
• Zelda Twilight Princess HD Wii U (CIB) - $95
  
• Project X Zone 3DS - $60
  
• Fire Emblem Conquest 3DS - $30
  
• Otomedius Excellent Special Edition Xbox 360 - $45
  
• Onechanbara Bikini Samurai Squad Xbox 360 - $35
  
• King of Fighters XIII Xbox 360 - $30
  
• Bullet Witch Xbox 360 (Has poster) - $25
  
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I’d say I was in upper elementary/middle school when our family decided to go to Niagara Falls for vacation. It was my first time leaving the country, so I was very excited. (Yes, it wasn’t far from the US, but I was a kid.) In I was packed into a van with my parents, grandparents, and my brother. We spent hours in the car… most of the time watching the same particular movie over and over on our little portable DVD player. Oh, it was tempting to throw it out the window once or twice, but sleep was the healthier option. Somehow my family was allowed entry into Canada. Now, I could go on and on about the trip as a whole, but I’d like to focus on one event. See, there’s this tower which overlooks over the city and Niagara Falls. One gets to the top of it by taking an outdoor facing elevator. This allows their customers to enjoy the views while ascending to their destination… unless they’re afraid of heights. It so happened three of the adults in our group possessed this fear. Naturally as the good-natured children my brother and I were, we didn’t dare tease or nudge them towards the window. That would be so mean and rude… did you detect the sarcasm? Anyways, we arrive to the top to find a somewhat fancy restaurant. The uniqueness of this place was the floor rotated to give the tables a view of the city. Got that? Only the floor moves. A long window wrapped along the outside of the dining room with a small ledge. When you go to sit down, they adamantly say not to lean or put anything on it since it stays stationary. Naturally, they put the kids near the window where we proceeded to forget this detail. An elbow slip there and a squeak here were to be expected. However, my brain forgot these moments and I placed my glasses on the ledge. As a couple of minutes passed, I realized my folly and chased after the spectacles. Apologizing to a very nice table who handed it to me. Daggers were glared at me from the servers who gave the warning. You’d think this would be the cream of the crop for embarrassment, right? Wrong. For you see my brother had to unintentionally top it. While calming down from the incident and enjoying my meal, I gazed out to see the falls. Smiling at how enjoyable it was to myself. It seems my brother shared the same thought. I know this because he was so distracted by the fantastic sights that he ended up on my lap. I giggled at first until I realized he was dragging me with him. Somewhat trapping both of us between the window and the seat. We were only freed when our parents helped. They lifted up my brother so I could pull myself out. I’m pretty sure through all these antics every eye was on us. As an adult, I’m surprised we weren’t asked to leave, or my family wasn’t too embarrassed to do so themselves. All I remember was a lot of laughing as we rotated round and round.

What the title says, probably a dumb question lol. I tried looking for a way to do this on the website but I can't find where to do it anywhere. I was able to locate where to do that on the app though.
Seems silly to me that you can't do that on the website?

I thought she might've liked me? At first, it seemed like she would look my way a lot, and we'd sit near each other during lunch. I have lunch about 20 minutes before hers, so we'd see each other for the last 3-5 minutes of my lunch time. A few times, she'd sit right next to me even if another spot was open. A couple times, she'd wear something similar to what I was wearing the day before. That might be a coincidence.
If we passed each other in the mornings, she'd say hi and we'd have very brief conversations. We seem to have similar interests, and I thought we were closer in age, like a 4-5 year age gap. I was talking with someone else who was trying to guess my age and I noticed she was listening in on the conversation, like looking between me and the other person as they tried to guess my age. Recently, my birthday came up and I brought in treats for everyone. My age came up a few times then, and since then she hasn't been in to have lunch with the others and seems to be avoiding me (leaving early, working through lunch, taking different routes). It might be stress related, it started when we were getting closer to summer months and had a lot to prepare lately. I try not to bother her because it seems like she's keeping a distance, but I heard from someone else that she's actually 9 years older than me. I like her a lot, and we seem to get along well. I just don't understand what's happening lately. Any thoughts?
TLDR; I thought someone had a crush on me and just found out there's a 9 year age gap. It seems like she's been avoiding me since learning I'm 9 years younger than her.

Hi! I got into Christ University recently and will be moving to Bangalore next month. I just want to ask if anyone can help me with recommendations around the city. Like fun things around the campus that I can indulge myself in. What are the best places to eat near the campus and offbeat places to visit?

I’ll go first
1) I tried to kobe in all of my games because I didn’t know it advanced the entity timer. I literally thought everyone got 3 chances to escape. I remember being confused as to why sometimes I died on my 2nd hook instead of my 3rd hook
2) I tried using the flashlight as an actual flashlight. I used to play F13 and in that game they were used to see better. I remember thinking, “man these flashlights fucking suck”
3) I thought maps were broken. Again, in F13 the map shows you the actual map. I remember thinking they didn’t work cause it didn’t show me the map or where I was in the map
4) I thought exposed meant the killer knew my location
5) I used to hit every survivor I hooked. I saw someone do it and thought they did to get them to stop screaming. I thought survivors screaming was annoying and thought other people felt the same. I didn’t know I was bm’ing lol. And then survivors would obviously t-bag me at the exit gates and I thought, “man survivors are so toxic in this game”

I (26F) have two very close friends. Let's call them Ben (25M) and Lucy (24F). Ben has been my best friend for nearly a decade and has always been there for me. I became friends with Lucy a bit (maybe 2 years) after I became friends with Ben.
I had a bit of an issue with Lucy at first because we were both officers in a club. I did majority of the work, while she barely did anything. Despite this, we were able to work out our issues and become very good friends. After Ben, she's my closest friend.
After college, Ben and I made an effort to see each other often and call everyday. Lucy and I mostly just talked online and only saw each other once or twice year.
Now here comes the issue. Lucy recently got a new boyfriend. Let's call him Ron.
Ron and Lucy are from very different backgrounds. Lucy grew up rich and privileged while Ron did not. Lucy is an outspoken feminist (much like Ben and I), and Ron grew up in a community that was quite misogynistic. Of course, we can never blame someone for their upbringing. Ron acknowledges that some of his views are problematic and always makes an effort to learn.
Recently, Ron made a misogynistic joke. Lucy got mad at him for it, and I'd like to believe that he realizes he was wrong (idk, he said, "ok I'll just take it back". I'd like to think that's admitting he's wrong but some people disagree.).
Ben picked up on this and started making jokes behind Lucy's back about Ron being a misogynist. I told Lucy about this, and she seemed fine with it and even agreed to it (as far as I understand).
Recently, it came up in a conversation between Ben and Lucy. Long story short with the conversation, Ben realized that making those jokes about Ron (even if not to his face) are wrong. He apologized to Lucy for making those jokes even if it was behind her back, and promised not to make them again.
Lucy got mad, one thing led to another, and she ended up unfriending him. When I talked to her about it, she said that it was because she hated that she was being associated with a misogynist: something that she, an outspoken feminist, would never do. I honestly find this weird since while I understand her staunch principles, her last boyfriend WAS indeed a misogynist (he even objectified a girl in front of her family!).
Ben has been trying to make amends with Lucy since then. Most recently, he offered peace offerings to Lucy and Ron, which Lucy declined. I asked if she wouldn't even give him a chance to make up for his mistake. She said that it's still too early to do anything. Take note that it's been less than 3 weeks at this point since the fight between them.
Now here's my conflict: we had planned to watch Barbie as a group. It was originally supposed to just be me and Lucy, but then she invited Ron to the group, so I invited Ben.
Lucy and I have very strong principles about choosing and siding with other people. Ben is my best friend so I expect him to always side with me over other friends whom I have beef with (unless it's the girl he's dating, then that's understandable. However we haven't really had that problem yet, but that's an exception I'd make).
Lucy has the same principles. We're avoiding the topic of Barbie, but I just know that she will end up asking me to choose between watching it with her or Ben. If that happens, I plan to choose Ben basis that he is my best friend. I impose a certain standard on him, so I can't be a hypocrite and back down when the time comes to apply it to me.
I know Ben is in the wrong in this situation, and he has been trying his best to make amends. I know also that Lucy has her own feelings and boundaries, and she's not obligated to forgive him if she doesn't want to. But somehow there's something off about the whole situation.
So would I be the asshole if I indeed chose Ben over Lucy? Also how do you think I should explain it to her? Do you think there's any chance of them making up between now and July 21?

(Tags: Angel, Tarzan & Jane, Romance, Slice of Life, Fantasy, Iceland)
41/m, I write as many paragraphs/lines as I feel are needed. Dialogue can be a paragraph or less, scene setting can be five or more. It doesn’t matter a lot to me so long as you’re interested and invested in what we do. If you’re not, say something and we’ll change it up.
I’m on UTC-5, or Central Time, US. I work night audits right now, so I’ll have a lot of downtime. Available times are between 5pm to 10:30pm, then 7:30am-10am Sunday-Thursday. If you’re up late, or work nights, I can always post during work.
I’d like to see your posting frequency to be at least once every other day, though if you’re making huge posts where you take your time, a couple a week is fine. Or several a day! I can post at least 3-4 times daily, depending.
I am chill about this. How good your writing is isn’t that important to me, though I’d love a sample. I write as best I can because I love writing. I just ask you speak to me if there’s a concern, rather than just run and block. I can adjust, but I would rather solve a problem than cut someone out of my life.
Here’s the first image I had of the setting:
Iceland. Perspective suspended in the air over the sea, facing the top of a cliff with a jagged fissure in it, just a few hours before sunset.
"The sun is a starburst of tarnished brass, too old to be gold, too soon to be scarlet, suspended just above the edge. The scattered grasses than lean off the ledge are emerald and look warm to the touch, but just slightly. The air holds the breath of winter within it—the sharp points within a velvet pincushion.
The maw of the cleft is dark. Aged fingers of sunlight reach within, feeding the nesting birds the warmth of its final hours. Flits of feathers echo amidst song shared and repeated by rocks and gulls.
Move down, and the schism narrows, too tight for sunny fingers to squeeze through. Bird calls can still be heard, but now also the ocean that breaks against the rock. The curve and tooth of moss and stone twist the crash into new sounds, hollow and whispering of what else the dark hides.
The cliff itself grows in your periphery; the color of coffee met with cream. It is faceted like the edge of some primitive blade, so that it does not crumble to sand when struck, but cleaves into knives and needles. The surface is a sea of waves in desert hues, each crest a razor to the palm.
Down further now, nearing the tide that grows louder, the gap of black only as wide as your arms outstretched. There are no birds now, but if your eyes adjust, bundles of bats can just be seen, shuddering and stretching as they rouse to fly with the evening stars.
Down, and down, narrower and narrower, louder and louder, until a short tunnel forms, large enough for four men to stand abreast, with four more on their shoulders.
At the end of this short journey, within the cacophony of a hundred waves breaking a hundred shores, there is the very top another tunnel, which would surely be revealed at lowest tide.
A shimmer of golden torchlight dances there like a hearth fire, brighter and warmer than the remains of the sun.”
Can you see it?
Wonderful.
My character has no name, but is called “Aesir” after Norse tradition. He is a man that is not a man, with silver eyes, hair long and black and wild, fair skin and dark furs that cover it. Wings blacker than his hair appear as needed, ethereal, each feather that of a peacock, yet where fake eyes would be, real eyes watch, prismatic and shining in judgement of good or evil.
He does not know how to speak, but can share feelings and visions to convey his intent, in a way he has done with few others.
His purpose is to protect the locals from evil airs and spirits. The people rarely catch sight of him, but are grateful for his work; they place charms to invite his protection: of a pair of raven feathers with two rainbow eyes painted on the wide ends, strung together to the striker of a silver bell, that when the wind blows, the chime rings out to him.
Possible stories we could write together:
A woman—your creation—crashes her ship at the cleft in the rock, needing rescue or saving herself, suddenly standing before him in his cave.
A resident of a local village seeks him out, in search of his help or in gratitude. Perhaps she is declared evil unjustly, perhaps she simply needs to meet him herself.
An arranged companion, selected from the community, to help him in his work protecting the local villages.
In all cases, he will show himself to you, because you are different, in a way you define.
If you would like to make the one that meets my angel, let me know.
Thank you for your time.
-lex

Hi there! I'm looking to find a friend, either near or far that's keen to build a long-term mutual effort connection with each other!
I’d describe myself as friendly, open & compassionate, I also carry the qualities of being honest and straightforward in a easy going sense which in the typical way us Aussies are renowned for!
I keep active with going to the gym, running, cycling, occasionally swimming laps and in the warmer months snorkeling. I also enjoy being creative with drawing cars, practicing songs on the guitar & heading out and about to participate in photography.
When I need to wind down I enjoy listening to music (mostly alternative pop/rock/folk/electric), on occasions after all that exercise with recovering in the spa or sauna. Not much of a couch potato but sometimes I don't mind abit of TV shows (usually comedy/drama/docos) finally for those gamers out there I also play abit on Playstation.
Thanks for reading and if I've piqued your interest fell free to send me a chat message, I'll genuinely appreciate it :)

I just randomly felt like writing down how I play just in case any other solos wanted some ideas since these days I feel like I'm consistently having good wipes and always stacked. Keep in mind these strats are made only for if you're playing solo and just trying to get blueprints on a high pop server. Obviously there are better ways if you have the man power.
So here are my main strategies as a solo for how to consistently get stacked:

1. Trio servers are by far the best solo experience you can have imo (Rusticated US Trio being my favorite).
2. At the start of wipe the very first thing I do is go to fishing village and do the fishing rod quest and fish until I have a small boat. Then I loot every tool crate on the way the way to my desired base location. Doing this stacks you up on bows, cross bows, pickaxes, salvaged picks, hatchets, sometimes a jackhammer as well as enough scrap for a tier 1 right off the bat.
3. I usually base in between a fishing village and one of the oilrigs (highly prefer small oil) and if that isn't ideal then I base in between a fishing village and underwater labs. Basing directly on the water is imo the easiest way to get ahead as a solo.
4. If it is force wipe then I will fish until I have enough scrap for a submarine and some torpedos to counter the first cargo off wipe since people are less likely to buy a mini to the first cargo. Theres a 50/50 chance they leave first cargo with a mini but I have gotten some pretty insane starts doing this. You just trail cargo until they drop down with the rhib and resurface the submarine and torpedo them. This works often enough to where its worth giving it a shot.
5. If you're based near smoil you can take it with very minimal gear as a solo (compound bow, crossy, nail gun). I will fish for a blue card and take smoil with the goal of getting the elite in the blue room and hoping for a gun (this is a force wipe strat and isn't that worth doing if you have bps already).
6. If playing on wipe day on some 500 pop server, going to smoil after someone has already taken it is very ideal because there are multiple crates that respawn decently fast and I would suggest camping smoil for roughly 20 minutes just doing this. I've never done this and not gotten something useful to bp once I get home because the crates respawn kind of fast when the pop is that high. Sometimes you'll get counters but I think this is still worth attempting on bp wipe.
7. A somewhat safe way to recycle as a solo when you are far from outpost/bandit is if the map seed has the harbor that has the recycler that is close to the water. I use submarine to drive up right next to the recycler. You can keep an eye out and if anyone shows up you can quickly loot the recycler and jump down into your submarine. I usually build bases that include a boat base that can fit one small boat as well as one submarine. If you don't have a garage door bp yet just use double doors and take them off and put them back on when you need to enteleave.
8. If the harbor method works well for you it isn't a bad idea to just focus on hitting barrels in the water and recycle until you have a tier 2 or even a tier 3. The fastest I've gotten a tier 3 with this method was 2.5 hours into wipe. If you have the patience you can also fish at fishing village until you have enough scrap for a tier 2/3, I find this really boring and don't usually do it ever but if you're decent at fishing you can expect 600-800 scrap every 40 mins doing this. I say every 40 minutes because that is how long it usually takes to break a fishing rod.
9. On force wipe I'm not too worried about getting raided so half way through the day all i have is a honeycombed 2by2. Since I'm on the water I make a farm base on the water in the snow and this is usually a 1by1 with an airlock and maybe even an extension to the base where i can safely keep a single boat. I bring basically all my tools to this base any jack hammers i have salvaged picks, chainsaws, ect. and just farm until I have enough to make a good sized base.
10. If all has gone well my base will be done and I will attempt to get a minicopter and start planning a raid. The best way to raid as solo is going top down with a mini since it is much harder for people to counter you.
11. While doing all of this you should have a minimum of 2 furnaces at home running metal the entire time you're out of base pretty much have them running 24/7. Use a third one to run sulfur but metal is a priority for a solo on wipe day so you can log off with a strong base. Aim to have a base that costs 24-30 rockets to raid, easily achievable with a bunker.
12. I usually strictly play solo because I really like the difficulty of doing all of this on my own but once I'm established I actually have a discord of like 30ish players I've played with over the years and if I need help with like a raid or something I'll just @ the entire discord and usually have 2 decent players for the trio server lend me a hand even if briefly just for a raid. If you play a similar way to me I recommend making a discord server with people willing to do this. I've played like this for years so it took a while to get a decent number of people who know the drill and will do this with me.
13. If having a bad wipe you can always resort to just farming the ocean barrels and the sunken chests but I find this really boring and just join someone elses wipe if it comes to this. Though, it doesn't usually come to this. Doing this is a super chill rust experience though if you don't mind it.
14. Contest every cargo even if you think there is a low chance of success. I will try to be the first person on and try to loot the elites and just leave if I get anything exceptionally good. If nothing good comes of the elites I will wait at the bottom floor and try to grub someone for a full kit and then leave with it if possible.
15. If you're based near labs I recommend doing the fishing village quest to get a pump shotgun and then go to labs and if anyone shows up to counter I would immediately camp a ladder and wait for them to come up. Its best to bring a shotgun or an smg to labs, a semi rifle isn't that great here. Side tip: you don't need a diving tank to get into labs. Just bring flippers and make sure when you go underwater you are directly above the moon pool, you can do this without taking any damage and it also makes it harder for people to hear you come up.

That's pretty much all. I'm sure I missed a few things but this is all that comes to mind. I consistently get stacked day 1 doing pretty much just all of this.

(Tags: Angel, Tarzan & Jane, Romance, Slice of Life, Fantasy, Iceland)
41/m, I write as many paragraphs/lines as I feel are needed. Dialogue can be a paragraph or less, scene setting can be five or more. It doesn’t matter a lot to me so long as you’re interested and invested in what we do. If you’re not, say something and we’ll change it up.
I’m on UTC-5, or Central Time, US. I work night audits right now, so I’ll have a lot of downtime. Available times are between 5pm to 10:30pm, then 7:30am-10am Sunday-Thursday. If you’re up late, or work nights, I can always post during work.
I’d like to see your posting frequency to be at least once every other day, though if you’re making huge posts where you take your time, a couple a week is fine. Or several a day! I can post at least 3-4 times daily, depending.
I am chill about this. How good your writing is isn’t that important to me, though I’d love a sample. I write as best I can because I love writing. I just ask you speak to me if there’s a concern, rather than just run and block. I can adjust, but I would rather solve a problem than cut someone out of my life.
Here’s the first image I had of the setting:
Iceland. Perspective suspended in the air over the sea, facing the top of a cliff with a jagged fissure in it, just a few hours before sunset.
"The sun is a starburst of tarnished brass, too old to be gold, too soon to be scarlet, suspended just above the edge. The scattered grasses than lean off the ledge are emerald and look warm to the touch, but just slightly. The air holds the breath of winter within it—the sharp points within a velvet pincushion.
The maw of the cleft is dark. Aged fingers of sunlight reach within, feeding the nesting birds the warmth of its final hours. Flits of feathers echo amidst song shared and repeated by rocks and gulls.
Move down, and the schism narrows, too tight for sunny fingers to squeeze through. Bird calls can still be heard, but now also the ocean that breaks against the rock. The curve and tooth of moss and stone twist the crash into new sounds, hollow and whispering of what else the dark hides.
The cliff itself grows in your periphery; the color of coffee met with cream. It is faceted like the edge of some primitive blade, so that it does not crumble to sand when struck, but cleaves into knives and needles. The surface is a sea of waves in desert hues, each crest a razor to the palm.
Down further now, nearing the tide that grows louder, the gap of black only as wide as your arms outstretched. There are no birds now, but if your eyes adjust, bundles of bats can just be seen, shuddering and stretching as they rouse to fly with the evening stars.
Down, and down, narrower and narrower, louder and louder, until a short tunnel forms, large enough for four men to stand abreast, with four more on their shoulders.
At the end of this short journey, within the cacophony of a hundred waves breaking a hundred shores, there is the very top another tunnel, which would surely be revealed at lowest tide.
A shimmer of golden torchlight dances there like a hearth fire, brighter and warmer than the remains of the sun.”
Can you see it?
Wonderful.
My character has no name, but is called “Aesir” after Norse tradition. He is a man that is not a man, with silver eyes, hair long and black and wild, fair skin and dark furs that cover it. Wings blacker than his hair appear as needed, ethereal, each feather that of a peacock, yet where fake eyes would be, real eyes watch, prismatic and shining in judgement of good or evil.
He does not know how to speak, but can share feelings and visions to convey his intent, in a way he has done with few others.
His purpose is to protect the locals from evil airs and spirits. The people rarely catch sight of him, but are grateful for his work; they place charms to invite his protection: of a pair of raven feathers with two rainbow eyes painted on the wide ends, strung together to the striker of a silver bell, that when the wind blows, the chime rings out to him.
Possible stories we could write together:
A woman—your creation—crashes her ship at the cleft in the rock, needing rescue or saving herself, suddenly standing before him in his cave.
A resident of a local village seeks him out, in search of his help or in gratitude. Perhaps she is declared evil unjustly, perhaps she simply needs to meet him herself.
An arranged companion, selected from the community, to help him in his work protecting the local villages.
In all cases, he will show himself to you, because you are different, in a way you define.
If you would like to make the one that meets my angel, let me know.
Thank you for your time.
-lex

• Species: dog
• Age: 3
• Sex/Neuter status: neutered
• Breed: mongrel
• Body weight: 17kgs
• History: nothing noteworthy
• Clinical signs: swollen muzzle
• Duration: 20 minutes ?
• Your general location: France
• Links to test results, vet reports, X-rays etc.

My dogs nose is swollen and has been for about 20 minutes. I think he must’ve ate a bee. My question is do i need to take him to a vet or will it subside ? It’s extremely difficult for me to get to a vet since my husband isn’t here and I don’t drive plus I have two young children. If it’s 100% necessary i can call my mother but I’d rather not! Thank you for your help

Hi there! I'm looking to find a friend, either near or far that's keen to build a long-term mutual effort connection with each other!
I’d describe myself as friendly, open & compassionate, I also carry the qualities of being honest and straightforward in a easy going sense which in the typical way us Aussies are renowned for!
I keep active with going to the gym, running, cycling, occasionally swimming laps and in the warmer months snorkeling. I also enjoy being creative with drawing cars, practicing songs on the guitar & heading out and about to participate in photography.
When I need to wind down I enjoy listening to music (mostly Alternative pop/rock/folk/electric) on occasions after all that exercise with recovering in the spa or sauna. Not much of a couch potato but sometimes I don't mind abit of TV shows (usually comedy/drama/docos) finally for those gamers out there I also play abit on Playstation.
Thanks for reading and if I've piqued your interest fell free to send me a chat message, I'll genuinely appreciate it :)

Hey folks. A little situation I’m currently going through at work. Just need to vent…
I applied for a specialist role a few weeks ago with my current employer. Been there for eight years and in my current role for five. Always had good yearly reviews and consider myself pretty good my job.
The business is currently going through a restructure and letting a lot of people go via redundancy. My team hasn’t been specifically targeted yet but I think that will come by the end of the year. We have about 8-9 data entry type roles and are consolidating our systems, so once that’s done I figure they’ll cut that to 4-5.
I have no interest in reapplying for my current role (sr data officer). The main area I work in is SAP and they have let so many SAP specialists go that I can see it being a nightmare working in this area for possibly a few years. It’s been a struggle for a while already tbh.
The role I applied for is in the GIS area (closely aligned yo ours) which I find much more interesting and the team a lot more capable of managing and improving the application.
So I got an interview and, as I don’t have a GIS background, struggled with some of the technical questions. Overall the interview probably didn’t go fantastically but I was more relying on my previous performance, ability, and work history with the hiring manager (we have worked together on other projects).
So nearly three weeks go by and just got told I’ve progressed to a second interview. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad it wasn’t a straight up no, but can’t for the life of me imagine why they want to put me through a second interview. I haven’t time travelled back and gained some qualification they aren’t aware of, or a significant amount of work experience I hadn’t told them about. I’m just stumped. I did ask HR what the interview format would be but haven’t heard back yet so maybe they’ll give me some details before hand.
Anyway that’s where I’m at. If I get the job, great. It’s much more interesting work and a change of manager would be very welcome. But if I don’t get it, it’ll feel pretty good to say I’d take a redundancy sooner rather than later and they can sort the mess out themselves.

I wanted to share my experience of what i believe was me meeting my “highest self”. I’ve known that i’m a pleadian for about 2 months now. i’ve really fought with the idea that pleadian are “white with blonde hair”. Tonight kinda showed me a perception on WHY people say that but i believe it’s an absences of color.
I was meditating with the intention of meeting my Highest self, tonight. I sat in a wooden chair that was mine. i was in a BRIGHT white room with an invisible table in front of me.
A little orb of white light appeared across the invisible table. Then, it was like someone turned the transparency up and a shockingly BEAUTIFUL, silvery/white haired being appeared.
I could tell they were feminine. They had long silvery~white, THICK hair. The top half was braided back and they had short micro bangs (i have micro bangs but theirs were shorter). They had slight elven ears. Black eye brows that were more arched that my natural brow. Slanted amber colored eyes, a pinched in nose (could literally only compare it to MJs nose) and really cute pinched lips too.
They were tall, had to be 7-8 feet and wore a white flowy dress that had a high neck and long sleeves the billowed out past their hands. but their arms were LONG.
Here’s the kicker... it’s like their skin was… a jello consistency and almost translucent. It was nearly clear with a neutral/ grey tinge. PERFECT with NO wrinkles. It seemed like the more i tried to look at their face or focus on them, the more their skin disappeared? The silver~ white hair and the translucent jello skin is why i believe there is an absence of color. it’s hard to describe so it’s easier to say “blonde and white”. I’m curious if anyone else has experienced this.
We communicated through telepathy and feeling. Only. One of the ” understandings “ was that everything must be out of love. anyways that’s the gist.
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It's been 5 months now. Around this time, 5 months ago, my period was supposed to start, but it never came. I was having unprotected sex with my boyfriend for around 6 months and nothing happened, so I stupidly believed one of us was infertile or something. Anyway, my period always came on time (28-33 days), it felt weird that the 33day mark was approaching, but I was having cramps so I thought my period was on its way. However, during the morning of the 34 day, I knew my biggest fear became true. I hadn't taken a pregnancy test yet, but I scheduled an appointment at the abortion clinic. I knew how far along I probably was. From the moment I suspected it, I knew I didn't want it. I talked to my bf about it and we went to take a beta HCG test. (I know, dramatic af) two hours later, it was confirmed. I was around 4-5 weeks along just like I imagined. I already had the appointment, so everything we could do was wait. We went to get an ultrasound to confirm the location of the sac the very same day, it was on my uterus. We both got to see the tiny sac, and I felt nothing. I was relieved it was exactly where it needed to be, so I didn't have to undergo a more complicated procedure. Some days later, I went to the clinic with my bf. It was on the January 21st. It was a Saturday. I took mife on the way home. It felt weird. I still live with my parents, and they are hella conservative and strict. They didn't even know I had a boyfriend let alone the fact that I was having sex, so it was all low-key scary. 2 days later, I took miso. I was at my bf's house, I bled nothing but some weird brown stuff. I bled so little that we got worried. We went for a follow up 2 days later, and they told us to wait it off. They gave us a week. During that week, I bled more and more, so I was hopeful. The day of the follow up, they told me the sac was completely gone, but I had some endometrial thickness of 11mm, so they scheduled me for a vacuum aspiration and labed my case as a failed MA. I got scared af. My boyfriend and I didn't know how to react. They also said I had to get a form of birth control to be put in the same day of the vaccum procedure. I chose to have a copper IUD. The day of the vaccum aspiration was a nightmare. I could feel everything. I was fully awake, and I was crying mid procedure. I got out of there crying, hating myself. I hated the fact that I had to come back 15 days later for ANOTHER follow up, so they could make sure the IUD was in the right place. I went there with my boyfriend again, and they said everything looked alright.
My period after the procedure and Copper IUD insertion
First period came 28 days after the vaccum aspiration, it lasted around 4 days, super heavy and painful. I can say that my period never got back to what it was, but it can be due to the IUD. My second period came 33 days later, I was so scared that I might've been pregnant again that I wanted to die. When it finally came, it lasted 4-5 days, painful asf and then brown discharge for around 6 days. My third period came 32 days later, less painful, but a bit heavy. It lasted around the same time, but the brown discharge lasted around 10-12 days. My last period came 31 days later, it was by far less painful, a bit heavy, it lasted around the same time than the rest, but I still have brownish discharge. It's been 10 days since I got it.
So yeah, I will never regret having my abortion, but it has been harsh to adapt to this new cycle dynamics. I miss my old cycles, but other than that, it's great.
I have to admit that even though I knew I wanted to terminate my pregnancy even before knowing for sure that I was pregnant, I did want to build some sort of connection with the fetus, but I couldn't. I couldn't feel anything. I still don't. I tried, trust me. I wanted to give it the benefit of the doubt, but I never felt like I could bond with the fetus or the idea thereof.
Sometimes it feels like it never even happened...
I'd be almost 6 months pregnant if I had chosen to keep it, but I didn't and I don't regret it.
Thanks for reading during all those days I posted like there was no tomorrow. I was anxious and you know how it gets. If you need to talk, dm me. I'll be happy to help. Or ask anything you want to know on the comments.
English is not my first language so I excuse myself for any misspellings

I (24M) am currently working as a bar manager at a small local restaurant chain that has began franchising. It’s my first bartending job and I’ve been there since November 2022. The location I work at is currently the only location with a full bar, but a second bar will open at a new location in two months and a third will open in about a year. I will be offered a Bar Director position pretty soon and if all goes well, it will be 65K annual salary plus tips when working bartending shifts. However, I made a decision in February to move to Las Vegas this fall and try to find a bartending job there. I’ve visited Las Vegas about 10 times in the last year and a half because I love it so much. I’ve met a few bartenders there and they claim to easily make over 100K a year by just being a bartender. So I decided to move and pursue a career there, however this was before I knew that I was going to be offered this position at my current job.
I fell in love with the art of cocktails 3 years ago and spent the majority of my time learning and practicing cocktails at home until landing the job I work at right now. My goal is to open and run my own bar before I’m 30.
I’m just torn on what is the best choice so I’m reaching out to Las Vegas Bartenders (or any bartenders) to give me feedback. What will benefit me more in the long run to hit my goal of owning my own bar? To promote here at home and make a decent wage and learn what it takes to run multiple bars to develop all the skill sets I need to run my own, or to move to Vegas and potentially make a lot more money and learn new skills to help save up for my future bar? I’m also young enough with no wife or kids, so moving to Vegas for the next few years could potentially be the best time of my life.
Any feedback would be greatly appreciated

My ex husband beat and sa'd me over the ten years of our marriage, I finally got out all be it traumatised and with an abi, in 2014. I reported his violence to police, with medical evidence of his crimes to support the accusations. He was charged with several items and was facing at least 15 years. His first two lawyers quit, citing they could not morally defend him on their own good faith but lucky for him a human rights advocate decided to take his case believing people of his race are unequivocally targeted by the justice system and I was just vindictive. She challenged the current laws so much that it ended up in the highest court of our country where some points were accepted others dismissed. As you can imagine such challenges to the laws drove a strong media presence and although an order is in place to protect our identities (as there are children from this relationship), that didn't stop a known newspaper publishing 12, yes twelve stories depicting me the victims as a liar as well as two tv talk shows on the matter, as his precious fancy lawyer found my childhood sa claims that weren't followed through at the time and her reasoning was I am a liar. Granted she had to do something to sway a jury as the physical evidence was overwhelmingly supportive of my claims. So it wasn't enough that he broke me from his violence in the marriage, he also had to destroy my image and reputation to avoid jail, in which he succeeded. That trial took nearly 6 years! So I found out last year his mother was diagnosed with cancer, which of course is awful! However today I found out that her death is imminent and I am almost happy with that, not that she is suffering of course but, that finally he will know pain. I want him to suffer and I think this will help with that.