Warehouse jobs near me part time

Hello i hope everyone doing well i thought about writing this a lot
i will get to the point for you advice I'm a 30 year old man almost 31 with disability that making it impossible to earn a living from any job
because of the pain ofc but there is a chance for a surgery that could fix that but its extremely expansive where iam from especially where
i live there is no health care or insurance to anybody so i had to think out side of the box and find way of income online so i made a gaming YouTube channel
and uploaded the only games that i have in hope people watch and i get the money i need but i had no view and now the channel is old and the games even older
i thought asking for people to watch a while back in order to help me out if they know my background story or smt like that but A LOT of
scammers used that medthod to get view and maded hard for people with real need to ask anybody for help but now iam thinking of try that
on hope that people will watch these old games and i can get enough money to have my sergrury to be able to work a desent job
i have been trying everyday to make a living online but most site for online work dont support where i am from and this is kind of my last hope
if you know honst way to get money let me know or placese that if i post my channle will get views just till i get enough money to make this surgery then i will close it
all my problem will be solved by 10kUSD so and after i get them i will be done with all of that youtube stuff i will find a callcenter job or smt
anything but i am really lost and there is no light at the end of my tunnle ... thnx for the time for reading and your advice

In a house with incomplete walls, lived a man, Who held life by a delicate thread so wan. His heart, a heavy stone, shadowed by doom, And the only light, the only room.
His spirit once danced in the warmth of a hearth, Once glowed with the laughter of kinship and mirth. But time, the great reaper, had stolen his cheer, His family had left, his end was near.
He'd built this house with his heart and soul, For his family, his joy, to make them whole. Brick by brick, and beam by beam, It was his life, his love, his dream.
But as his beloved departed from his sight, The house remained his only respite. Unfinished rooms echoed empty songs, Reminders of right in a world of wrongs.
Every hammer strike, every nail he drove, Was a promise to them, a silent oath. To complete the house, to make it whole, Was the last thread tying him to his soul.
Yet, he feared the day it would stand complete, For he knew then, life would taste bitter-sweet. Once the last brick was in place, the last nail driven, There would be nothing else tying him to the living.
So, he dwelled in the only room that was done, Under the solitary glow of a lonesome sun. His hands stilled, his tools gathered dust, In this unfinished sanctuary, he placed his trust.
The room held his heart, his pain, his tears, His hopes, his dreams, his unspoken fears. Surrounded by bare walls and wooden frame, He was a silent dweller in life's unfinished game.
Through the window, he'd watch the world rush by, Under the watchful, indifferent sky. In his unfinished house, he chose to bide, With no place to run, no place to hide.
And so he remained, in his solemn space, Living on the edge of time's embrace. The unfinished house, his only tether, An echo of a life, held together.
To his final days, he'd resist completion, For the house was his refuge, his salvation. Bound to life, by this fragmented palace, A man, his fear, and his unfinished house.
My whole life I've been depressed. I've always had a lack of desire to continue. A year ago the only things that were holding me here was my family and the debt I have collected because of the renovations have been trying to do on my house. I bought the house to try and give myself something to live for. I've known for a long time that if I go before the house is finished, it's going to negatively impact my family. But about 6 months ago I lost contact with all of my family. They left me because I lost my faith. Now I'm scared to finish my house because once it's done I will have nothing else keeping me here.

Hello everyone, I am an exmuslim and 18 yo girl. I live with my family and I didn't finish high school because I was in a very bad mental health, they were always discussing, and I was no will to keep living, this made me very depressed and I stopped caring of myself, stopped having friends and even going out, they would threat me of marrying me off to a guy who is my father's friend and is 58.
I found a way of having a high school diploma which is doing A levels. I have been studying them for a year and I am still not prepared, but they are forcing me to do the exam this year because they don't want their family members to know that I failed high school ( I was known for being very smart and responsible but the environment influenced me a lot in a negative way). They want me to do the exams and study in a university that is near our city, because they want me to keep living with them until I get married. Also to note, I have a scholarship when I was in 10th grade which was around 1000$ and I am still having it in case something happens, but my parents obviously want me to pay my A level exams with my money.
I tried to have a job but I can't, they require experience and most importantly a bank account, I don't have one because my parents didn't let me, and even if I had one and started earning money, the bank would take it from me because my family is in a huge debt and the bank takes the money from every member of the family, they count me as a member too because I am still living with them. They also receive a welfare and as a law they can't have other income, if they have one they would take the welfare from them and give them even more debt, so if I start having money they would take it away.
I don't have friends because I isolated myself a lot, I don't go out, I live in a rural area, so the town is very small and there's nothing to do, if I want to go to another city I need money, and my parents never give me money, because they say that I don't need it.
I really want to escape and live my life but I don't know how, they are religious and toxic, there's no privacy and no respect, they never respect your feelings.
I need help, if someone has a solution that I hadn't thought of please tell me, I don't want to give up.
Thank you

There is a catch, so let me explain it quickly here for those of us with short attention spans, then longer below for those who want all the details before you join. Below the explanation of how the game will be played, I will put a brief look into the world, and my homebrewed ruleset.
In short, the game will a single player game at the start, I will DM, and play the player. You will be able to suggest and vote on decisions, discuss the game and make suggestions for the player, or the DM. If you are around enough, and engaged in the story, I will bring in players either temporarily, or for the long term. If that sounds fun, here is a link to a not-required form with the server link. If you are still unsure, let me explain more about the game, and why I want to try running things this way...
Some benefits to keep in mind: 1) you can join this game take no action, and still be a part of it 2) you can keep looking for other games while you see how this one goes 3) you can drop out whenever you need and it wont effect the game. 4) You can just observe to see how the game is played if you are new with 0 pressure.
I love to run games. Building lore, worlds, locations, quests, and telling it all as a story, it all comes perfectly naturally to me. The upside is that I have a whole world built out and ready to be played in, the downside is that every time I get people together to play, someone drops out, someone else gets busy, and then the game grinds to a halt. This unique way of running a game is my solution, the game will be up and running with me, you can watch as I explore the world I have built, you can interact, get invested, and then take a week off, and when you come back, the game will still be there, continuing on with everyone without missing a beat. There is no interview needed, since anyone can join the server. There is no need for you to put any effort in at all if you want, you can simply sit back and watch the story be told. The level of interaction you want, is the level of interaction available to you. If you simply want to lurk, then you can lurk, if you want to be in the game, then show up, vote in polls, make suggestions, and I will add you into the game. This way, no one is left out, and if things get busy, it won't kill the game.
About the World:
This section is short on purpose, the characters is a simple farmer working in a small village who has just come of age. He knows nothing much of the world outside his village, so neither will the players. He is not a hero, so we will watch to see if he can become one while also exploring the world. You know what he knows, and he knows little, but there is much to explore.
About the Rules:
The rules are built in a way to promote intelligent story telling, and not simply rely on a control panel of actions from a character sheet. Everything is infinitely upgradable, meaning that there is no hard level cap, no cap on spells, etc. If you are interested in the rules, I can explain them to you, but if not, then I won't bore you with them. The main reason I built this ruleset is for the magic, spells are upgradable the same way anything else is, they are creatable, adjustable, not just static like they are in 5e. The post is super long now, so I will explain more as people join the server and have questions, if you are one of those people with questions, please join up and let me know and I can answer them!
The link again: https://forms.gle/XqGFJ729AMZAu4Jc7

Let me give you some background about myself. I’m a Male, 21. I’m still a virgin, not because I’m insecure, but because I haven’t felt attached to somebody. I went vegan at 18 for moral reasons, but I have no problem talking to or hanging out with people who aren’t. It’s just not something that I openly like to talk about. I think I’m decently attractive, and some people even say that I am very attractive. Girls do flirt with me in public settings sometimes, but I’ve never been asked outright for my number or something like that. I’m active and I workout, I eat very clean, I have a job and soon I will have 2, I have a car, and I live in a pretty nice place with my grandparents to help them out and save money at the same time. When I was in high school there were a lot of girls that did like me, and I was relatively popular. The problem was that I was extremely shy and awkward, because I’ve never had a female in my life before. I didn’t have a mom (she left me at a young age and was in and out of my life for a long time). Even though I live with my grandparents we aren’t close at all and never have been. I’m not on good terms with my dad either. I don’t have any relationships with anybody. Im not on social media, besides rarely using Snapchat or scrolling through Instagram on my private account. All my life, the only thing that I’ve ever wanted, has been a true relationship with a female. Someone to spend all my time with, someone that would care about me, someone that would hold me, someone that would be there for me on my worst days. Now, it’s starting to feel like that will never happen. The pain and hurt I feel on a daily basis over this, I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. It’s gotten so bad recently that I constantly lose sleep over it. I would like someone that has been through some type of hardship with me. I feel like if I get to where I want to be, and then I get into a relationship, it won’t feel as legitimate. I’ve been homeless, I’ve been broke, and I’ve got myself out of some seriously dark mental spaces. I cry a lot when I’m by myself, it’s almost every night now. I don’t know what I’m going to do. I fall really easily for someone if I like them. I respond to texts fast. I’m very emotionally intelligent. It just seems like I will never have THAT relationship. You know when you see a really good couple and you wish you had THAT with somebody. It just feels like it won’t happen.

The Techno-Federation of Mu is a Technocratic Federal State whose transformation is somewhat early, but its birth and emergence as a Nation-State comes from antiquity, more specifically 10,000 years ago, which if we can place it in Earth time would be in the 8,000 BC...
Mu's origin did not originate from this world... Not the one he came to either... If he did not come from one of the many alternate Realities of Planet Earth... His World... Terra in the Muan Language was a World almost equal to Earth... Almost, since in that World there were several very powerful and important Civilizations that in our world are only legends...
The First and Known by the Western World was "Atlantis" is a Civilization and Empire that arose in an Archipelago of large Islands near North Africa, more exactly 100 kilometers from the Moroccan Atlas... That Civilization had wide influence and colonies throughout North Africa and the Western Mediterranean...
The second best known and most powerful Civilization was Mu, the Pacific Continent a continent of about 40% Africa in the middle of the Pacific Osean... It was an Atlantis-like Empire that spanned the length of the Pacific Ocean colonizing multiple islands and touching each Continent, having colonies in Melanesia, Polynesia, Micronesia which at that time were a chain of larger islands and touching the Australian Continent of Zealand, which in the latter had a Civilization Similar to that of Mu, the Mauri...
The Third Civilization and the third most powerful in the world was Lemuria, formed in a Chain of Archipelagos and a small continent in a triangular formation that came to have the entire area of ​​the Indian Ocean under its power...
And of course, there were other Civilizations in that World, such as Shangrila in what is now China, Civilization that agglomerated the peoples of Corea and Tíbet, and Yamuto (A Population Group that wanted to break away from Shangrila) which is now Japan, a civilization that originated after arming itself with Muan Weapons to corner the Ainus Settlers of the Islands where they lived. settled, this move on his part cost him the reputation of having Mu as his only ally due to his distrust and contempt for the rest of East Asia...
In the Américas (Specifically in the South) was the Civilization Whose City made of Gold extended its name and wealth to the rest of what would be Latin America, while in North America a Confederation of Tribes from East to West would be born...
Besides of course, the Finnish Proto-State, which had all the information on the Scandinavian Peninsula under its Control and part of Northern Russia and Europe...
Everything was going well... Until the Korean part of Shangrila separated giving the Jō-an Empire, which quickly seized much of Central Asia and Siberia rivaling Proto-Finland, which led to clashes that ended in a War that was made a Hyper-war that was only made that the rest of the World will go to war itself, Atlanteans against the Gold Civilization of South America, Lemurians against Shangrila, Muans being neutral but due to the impertinence of Yamuto that he entered at war with Jōam led Mu to a war that was leaving him ending little by little...
And so it was until Mu one day was suddenly transported from his World to another, his disappearance gave rise to many unknowns in his previous world, but in the next, World faced an Apocalyptic panorama...
-Taken from the writings made by the scribes of Mu in regard to their history-
"Cloudy Skies... Cold Weather... And, many, many refugees who, desperate for help, arrived on the Mu Continent where they were welcomed... All, in their language, claimed to be survivors of what was the Longest Day in History of his World"
"Where the Floating Cities fell precipitously from the sky to the bottom of the sea... Where all the Lights of the Cities were turned off forever, and their technology only went out to never be turned on again"
"When the remains of the Machines they created arrived from Space... Where, after the worst had happened, huge Balls of Fire fell that set the World on fire... And one that, despite impacting on the other side of it, made its impact felt by thousands of kilometers of distance"
"All this as a result of a Civil War between their benefactors from another world, a civil war between a Racist and Supremacist Group of theirs against which they helped their World to prospero"
"That Civil War made the Use of all the Weapons of its Benefactors against themselves and they erasing islands and deforming continents, turning fertile forests into wastelands, turning deserts into glass, exterminating living beings with invisible weapons, and Disintegrating Cities into a blinding flash of Light"
"And even though their 'Vehicles' were nearly indestructible, in a fight between equals it only prolonged the battles and left death and destruction, the flying Ships they deployed smaller consequently fell to the ground and into the burning sea, their Sea Ships fared the same, and the Submarines never knew what happened to them"
"And their Land Vehicles... Or disintegrated by their own weapons... Or torn to pieces until we recognize... Their small arms scrapped... Their Imaging Mirrors extinguished forever... And their Humanoids of Metal and from other unrecognizable materials"
"And no one knows how to handle their technology... And all their knowledge was lost in the devastated Cities"
"And his Biological creations while some lasted others in time fell by themselves"
"Only the Animal Humans, the Reptiles, the Felines, the Canines managed to survive since these were of equal intelligence to the other Humans and the Long-eared Humans"
"There was a race of Sea People whose Tails replaced their legs, when the Ravernal arrived they helped this people to be terrestrial using their technology, giving them legs and the ability to breathe on land, even so they retained the iconic tails of this people, giving it an improvement like the fins of a Shark, these oceanic people like others of the Semi-Human Races were one of the best examples of the technology of the Ravernal "
(Technically similar to what would be the Dragonborn of GATE only being based on Jaws)
"The same was done with the Reptilian and Dragon People, the Dragon being a huge improvement over what they were previously."
(Technically like the Dragonborn from GATE)
"All these genetically modified peoples along with normal humanoids and others had to survive what came next."
"This was the Story that the Muans were told when they arrived, and it was the only thing they knew about the Empire that ruled that World and was betrayed by its own Inhabitants, at least a part of them, it was only known that in the end what What was left of that Empire went somewhere"
"Thousands of years passed, many things happened, the Civilizations re-emerged, Mu spent a large part of that History helping the rest of that world by giving knowledge and technology to the Survivors of that World called by them "Eliysium" it was not until later when the Mu suffered a Fragmentation in their Empire, either by descendants of those refugees who came to them, or only by very powerful Muan governors, from there they founded their own nation states dividing the Mu Continent, and falling under the influence of others and the belief that the strange energy of that world was superior to Science... That Energy was called "Magic" after all"
"It was not until the 1500s when after the independence of an important colony from the Milishial Rivals that the era of innovations and the lights of science and technology arrived"
"From Rudimentary Hydraulic Technology, to Steam, from steam to Internal Combustion Engines, and from them to Electric Power"
"Multiple means of transportation arose... Steamships (Steam-Propelled Ships first with "Shovels" and then with Propellers) Trains (First using Coal, then Fuel derived from Petroleum such as Diesel, and now with electric motors most powerful together with metallic or synthetic Light materials, electric trains) both terrestrial and underground, Autocars or Automobiles, and the most important and great achievement of Science, the power to Fly, first Aircraft such as Hot Air Balloons, then Airships using Light gases like Helium or Hydrogen (Although Helium is always used) and later, Aircraft, first with a propeller, then a Turboprop and now a Turbine, the human Ingenuity has no limits for science"
"So many achievements given by the Scientific Civilization of Mu made the world welcome all their inventions and knowledge with open arms, and the Nations of the so-called Second Civilized Area little by little rejoined Mu as entities of the New Organization. Supranational of this and Leifor, the Techno-Union, The previous Kingdoms are now Republics Technocratism of all kinds of names, even the one that was the Magikareich Community (Which alluded to magic in its name) became a Techno-State"
"Even so, this growing Union of States did not stop the inevitable conflict between Mu and Milishial, a Great War that marked a before and after in the belief in the Supremacy of Magic in the world, now eclipsed by Technology"
"And all this is thanks to the Rebellion made by the Ancient Milishial Colony of Vestal, now called "Vanguardist Republic of Vestale" or "Avant-Garde Republic of Vestale" Of ideology similar to the Technocratic one called Accelerationism"
"This is just the beginning of the Age of Technology Primacy in the World"
"And the Great War of the early 1600s which demonstrated Machine Power and World industrialization at that time, the World was not the same again, the age of Science proved its prevalence over Magic, the Milishial will not give up on Show otherwise, even if they end the World in another War in the process"

First time posting, looking for some insight on how others manage their text/email/DM overwhelm.
I have 89 unread texts for the second time this week. I want to scream. For context, I wfh and my job is emotionally draining (opioid epidemic work, similar to social work). I force myself to keep up with work emails and the social media accounts I manage, but still struggle deeply. When it comes to my personal accounts, I am always behind and stressing over it. It will take me weeks to get back to people, leaving them feeling neglected or ignored, impacting my relationships.
I want to talk to my long distance and close friends, colleagues, family. No ability to predict my social capacity or consistent social battery, extreme demand avoidance and chronic fatigue are just a few barriers in my way. I’m sending and receiving 1,200+ texts a week and it’s just not sustainable. I feel burnt out and resentful. I wish i could automate all digital correspondence. I truly hate how much of my time it eats up, how available I am expected to be 24/7. What can I do to reduce the number of people I text/DM regularly? Ty in advance!

This has been building for a long time. I (20F) am currently pursuing a diagnosis for my everything(?). I am in pain from the moment I wake up to the moment I go to sleep.
I have also struggled with mental health issues, primarily depression, for just about a decade and I’m just so sick of it.
I was diagnosed with FAI hips recently, despite never having injured my hips at all, and my doctor recommended me getting screened for Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome. There’s no cure, little treatment for the root cause and I’m not coping well with it.
I feel like crying my eyes out, I’m so tired all the time and I can’t live a day without something hurting. I don’t want to have to watch my diet or do specific exercises or wear supports or use mobility aids or take pills. I just want to live, not cope.
I’m permanently wrung out and no amount of meds they throw at me will fix it. There’s no ‘fixing’ me. I can’t just shrug off the depression, the anxiety, the autism and whatever condition is causing me to be in so much pain.
And the worst part? It’s all completely invisible. It isn’t something like rheumatoid arthritis where your joints swell and go red; there’s no indicator that I’m always hurting. I am simply at the end of my rope.
I don’t even want to kill myself anymore. I’m not suicidal anymore and that should be such a happy thing- but I can’t be happy about it, or proud of myself when I know I’m going to be facing pain every day of my life.
At this moment in time, it is 10PM, I am laying on my sofa and every joint in my body feels like I’ve sprained it, right down to my toes and every knuckle on my hands. My knees feel weak and my ankles feel like I’ve rolled them. My hips feel abused, bruised and so achy.
What have I done today? I worked my 9-5 desk job, picked up some food from the shop and came home. That’s it. I shouldn’t feel like I’ve just ran a marathon with a weighted pack. I am so tired at this point I can and will fall asleep anywhere.
I am twenty years old. Barely an adult. My brain isn’t even fully developed yet, but I’m in pain like I’m 40. More-so, even. And I am just fucking tired of it. So frustrated that I burst into tears when I think about it too hard. So worn down that I don’t even want to go to the doctors anymore. What can they do? Tell me that no, there’s not a lot that can be done, you need to fix yourself and even then good luck because you might just make it all worse.
Sometimes I wish people could see it. Experience a day in my body. Realise that it’s so hard for me to do anything.
That’s all. I’m sick of being sick.

In the town I work in there is one specific little caesars that is insanely packed the whole day because the workers don’t care at all and just work so slow 😭. Worst thing is doordash always assigns me to that store, I’m pretty sure most dashers in my area also always refuse to go there because multiple times had to decline the same order twice or even more lol. Sometimes im also so far away from the store and they still assign me the delivery probably again because no dasher wants to take it. AND the worst part is..the tips are almost always the best ones.. its just a heartbreak because I want to take it but I know if I do i’ll wait an hour for the order to get ready..
Just makes me mad how at that specific store the workers don’t give af about people, they take like an hour to get your order ready and take breaks in front of you while you’re waiting for the food.
Also why tf are so many people ordering little caesars, since when it became the best pizza spot (this is the most outrageous part of this post for sure).
Do you guys also have that one store where you hate going but sometimes you do because of the tip and instantly regret it once you get there?

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Writer's note: My bad about the past few days. A stomach bug and work got in the way. But all's good.
Now learn some tragic backstory, a bit of Earth info, and the status of everyone's favorite omen of misfortune.
Enjoy.
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The King was already conversing with Colonel Muhammed when James finally caught up with him in the command room. He jogged in at a brisk pace, but stopped when he saw the two of them talking on the small tablet in front of the King.
King Farrick cocked an eyebrow as he saw James. James just shrugged while mouthing "I know." and gesturing at his beard. The King shook his head as he looked back down at the tablet.
"We're just glad our people could be of assistance sir." The Colonel said. "Even if it only ended up being during the cool down after everything had already resolved."
"It is greatly appreciated Colonel." The King replied. "Seeing as the dungeon is currently erm... ruined... we'll have to let the last few of your people there out. Though they'll still be restricted in their movements." He added. The Colonel nodded, as if she'd expected as much. "As for the weapons." He continued. "Well," He sighed deeply. "I look forward to the.... paperwork.... regarding its use in necessary situations."
Colonel Muhammed let out a quick snort. "I'll see if I can get em to keep it short and sweet." She said.
The King motioned for James, who walked over. "Captain Choi is back earlier than expected, as I'm sure you know." He said as James got next to him and he turned the tablet so its camera caught James too. "I'll let you have him for a bit."
And just like that James was looking at his commanding officer while sporting a neon pink beard.
"Evening ma'am." He said with his cheesiest smile.
Muhammmed's eyes glazed over as she saw the ridiculous facial hair.
"Do I even want to know?" She asked.
"Nope." James replied honestly. "But I made friends during my trip." Then he shook his hand in a so-so gesture. "Well... one of em might just be an...." Then he rethought his standing with the Vatrian Emperor, Vateris. He also hadn't talked with command about his personal vendetta against the so-called gods. "Look. I didn't end up in prison or dead. And things went mostly well."
And suddenly a very grainy, sand-coated, hand was holding James's. He did what he could not to jump with surprise.
"By the way. Meet Glag!" He said excitedly as he panned the camera down to the rock monster's face. Glag looked at the screen with wide, amazed, eyes. James was surprised to see that Glag looked surprisingly dark, and just a little red. "He's a new companion!"
"What in the hell is that?" The Colonel asked as she peered at the screen on her end.
"Glaaaaag." Glag replied.
"Introductions done." James said. "So, what's the deal with the Zootopia duo?"
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"Okay. It was weird at the store." Samantha said as she looked around. "But this is just plain strange."
Around them the restaurant was empty. The bistro Fletcher had brought her to, The Blue Tree, was a ghost town. A few of the staff stood at the greeting booth on the other side of the room. But other than that it was completely deserted. It was so quiet that they could hear the kitchen staff working prep in the back, for what had to be ONLY their food.
"Admittedly I think they took this a bit too far." Fletcher said abashedly as he peeked at the small menu. "This can't be cheap for the hospital, or government or whoever is funding the rehabilitation program."
There was an awkward silence for a few moments as they both tried to think of what to say. Neither of them would admit it, but it had been a while since either of them had dated.
And neither of them had ever dated in THIS particular scenario.
"So... how long have you been a lawyer?" She asked hesitantly.
"Um... about... eight years now?" He said uncertainly as he tried to do math in his head. "Close to nine. How bout you? How long were you in the Army before um.... well. You know."
She nodded. She was getting a lot better about acknowledging what had happened. But it was still a sore spot.
"I was about half way through my second term. So about six years." She answered, even though she was certain he'd probably read that in her file at some point. "Wasn't gonna reenlist again though."
"No plans to make it a career?" He asked.
"No." She said with a shake of her head. "No I intended to get out and get certified as a ration enforcement officer once I was done."
"Ration enforcement?" He said with raised eyebrows. "That's a dangerous job. Even compared to being an MP. Planning on staying near your family?"
She chuckled. "Yeah." She admitted. "My fathers shop is small and usually gets shunted by the bigger ones in the area. Wanted to stick around and keep the queues in order so it didn't happen."
"Ah. Makes sense." He responded as one of the wait staff came over.
A few minutes later, and after Fletcher had ensured that they'd been warned about Samantha's new dietary difficulties, the young woman departed with a smile and promise that their drinks and appetizers would be out in just a few minutes.
"And what got you into law?" She asked once they were alone again.
"My wife." He said, causing her to spit out the small sip of water she'd taken after asking the question. He smiled and there was a pain there. "Don't worry." He said. "I'm not married anymore."
"Divorced?" She asked, trying to figure out what was happening now.
Fletcher's mouth opened for a moment as he tried to think for a second. Did he really wanna have THIS talk on, what was hopefully a first, date. "Widower." He said softly.
And just like that she was thrown off balance again.
"I'-I'm so sorry." She said hastily. "I didn't know."
He held his hands up in warding. "It's fine." He said reassuringly. "It's been.... almost a decade now. I'm... I'm okay."
There was another awkward silence, though this time NOT because neither of them had anything to say.
Fletcher spoke first.
"She was a Paramedic." He said. "She was helping with some humanitarian work overseas and um... She got sick from some of the fallout." He nodded as he took a deep breath. "The organization she worked for was uh.... less than honorable about helping her get cared for afterwords. I started reading up on as many laws and regulations as I could to help her fight for it. But uh.... too little too late." Then he fake-smiled. "But I found out I was good at understanding legal jargon so I uh.... found my calling. I guess. Retooled my college classes and the rest is history."
"That's awful." She said quietly, not knowing what else to say given what she'd just heard.
"It was, yeah." He agreed. "But uh... thanks to that I've been able to help a lot of people who've been screwed by similar situations. So... I don't know. Guess that's something."
She smiled too. "Well you helped me." She said. "Didn't expect the ARMY of all organizations to back down from some legalese."
He pointed out at one of the windows, at the people outside walking about. Across the street a few teenagers were watching as one of them tried to levitate. The kid rose about a foot or so before beginning to wobble and then flipping over and falling on his face. The other two fell out laughing and jeering as he picked himself up.
"Between the two packs that split off and headed north and south, and all the people that have started to have ACTUAL magic powers." He said with a shrug. "I think they just have bigger fish to fry."
"Your appetizers and drinks." The server said, startling both of them.
"Ah." Fletcher said with a genuine smile this time. "I think you're gonna like the crab sliders here. They actually use REAL crab."
Her eyes widened. Real crab was rare nowadays. Then she looked at the server, who was nodding. "They closed this place and you guys serve REAL crab?" She asked.
"Sure do." The server replied with a smile. "We're one of the few restaurants in the city that gets any.
"God you weren't kidding." Samantha said as she turned back to Fletcher. "It must have cost a fortune to close a place like this for a night."
"I told you." He said jokingly with a grin.
She slumped, a little embarrassed at everything that had to have gone into this. She didn't deserve all this.
"So we'd better make the most of it before the hospital's finance department catches on." He said as he raised his glass of wine in a toast. "Again, assuming this isn't government funded. Which... it probably is."
Samantha lifted the large stein of light ale and, as gently as she could, clinked it against his glass.
"Enjoy." The server said as she nodded and stepped back.
And just like that the tone of the conversation lightened, and the rest of dinner was much more enjoyable.
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Vickers awoke with a gasp.
Everything hurt.
He'd been beaten up pretty badly before. Had even been way too close to explosions a few times and spent weeks in the hospital recovering afterword to make sure he didn't have any unseen injuries. Then there was the time some turbulence had caused him to botch a wet insertion from a helicopter that had already been almost at the max height for a dive.
Those had all had him SORE for weeks.
This was different.
He felt both hot and cold at the same time. And not just his skin, but his entire body, inside and out, felt like they were infused with IcyHot.
And try as he might, he couldn't see, and everything was muted.
"He's awake." Someone said from outside of him. "Fetch the Archmage and master Farstorm."
"Whe-" He tried to say. But his voice was horse, and cracked as he tried to wheeze out the question. "Where?" He said weakly after struggling to swallow with a mouth that was drier than it had ever been before.
Someone touched him on the chest, and even though the touch was light and delicate he groaned in pain as every nerve in the area screamed.
And even in that excruciating moment, the part of his brain that nobody could ever fully get rid of, no matter how much training they underwent, joked.
So this is what Choi's life is like. It said sarcastically. Running through life like a marshmallow that got dropped in a camp fire every few months. Tough little fucker.
"Calm down Mister Vickers." One of those muted voices, that he thought sounded familiar, said. "We only woke you up so the Archmage could ask a few questions. We'll have you back under in a minute. Let me give you something for the pain."
"Not until the lead healer has okayed it." Another voice said somewhat harshly. "We don't even know how your Earth medicine will affect his body now."
"I do." The first voice replied. "I've used this stuff on were-people before. It works just fine. I just have to up the dosage. And Shrend knows it." The first voice, which he now faintly recognized as Choi's mom, said.
There was a pinch in the middle of a bloom of fire on Vickers' throat as a needle was pressed into one of the veins there.
And suddenly the pain, and everything else for that matter, seemed to drop away.
"Thassss..." He began. "Thasssalot... bedder."
"Shhhh." Mrs. Choi said as he felt, faintly, her touching his head. "I'm gonna take off some of your bandages so you can hear and see." She finished as his hearing cleared. "Plus we need to check your eyes and ears anyways."
A moment later Vickers' eyes opened and he was surrounded by a swirling mix of green and amber light. It was blurry, though he was mostly just happy he had any sight at all.
"Still cloudy." Mrs. Choi said as she pried his eyes open ever so slightly and looked inside. She as about to check his ears when the door opened.
Vickers turned his head with a slowness that was not intentional.
"Chief Vickers." Said the old mage who usually spoke so slowly, and looked so frail. But he didn't look or sound anything of the such at the moment as he pulled up a chair and sat where he could look at Vickers.
"Thaassss....me." He said as his head swam with whatever Mrs. Choi had given him. Probably Ketamine or something.
"I know you're in a lot of pain right now." The old mage said. "But we need to know what you saw. What was on the other side of that door before the Elemental manifested?"

Suggestions for managing text/email overwhelm
First time posting, looking for some insight on how others manage their text/email/DM overwhelm.
I have 89 unread texts for the second time this week. I want to scream. For context, I wfh and my job is emotionally draining (opioid epidemic work, similar to social work). I force myself to keep up with work emails and the social media accounts I manage, but still struggle deeply. When it comes to my personal accounts, I am always behind and stressing over it. It will take me weeks to get back to people, leaving them feeling neglected or ignored, impacting my relationships.
I want to talk to my long distance and close friends, colleagues, family. No ability to predict my social capacity or consistent social battery, extreme demand avoidance and chronic fatigue are just a few barriers in my way. I’m sending and receiving 1,200+ texts a week and it’s just not sustainable. I feel burnt out and resentful. I wish i could automate all digital correspondence. I truly hate how much of my time it eats up, how available I am expected to be 24/7. What can I do to reduce the number of people I text/DM regularly? Ty in advance!

I never thought I would find my dream field. I got diagnosed with a kidney autoimmune disorder so severe that I was diagnosed and on treatment within a month. Full-time work was out of the question, and I wasn’t good at it anyway. I was able to scrape by as an actor, networking, getting gigs here and there, using the public speaking skills to advocate for chronic illnesses with lawmakers. Every insurance switch meant finding new doctors and trying to suss out the competent ones from the not so competent ones, always conscious that they know more than I do, and trying to balance learning about my health without “well I DID MY OWN RESEARCH!ing.
Becoming a standardized patient seemed like the perfect job. Part-time, putting my awesome short term memorization skills to use, and it was a chance to be acting, but without the drama of actual productions. I could be real people doing routine things.
SPs come in a few general categories, retired folks, parents looking for some flexible income, and actors. I spent time reading about the medical school experience and how students feel about SPs, the good, the bad, the annoying.

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I decided that to be a good SP, I needed to do a few things:

1. Understand how medical school even works. (Don’t judge me, shit’s complicated!) What you focus on each year, how a rotation doesn’t necessarily mean that’s your passion, what percentage of your time is simulation and the insane amount of other lectures, tests, and work you do. And the pressure. I’m just a small part of your super busy schedule, I get that.
   
2. Understanding what kind of encounter is scheduled, and tailoring to it. If you’re learning some new clinical skills, no case, orientations, etc. I smile at you, give you the fake name I made for myself when not assigned, and tell you that I’m here for you to practice on, and that you’re not gonna hurt me. (This works really well for pelvic exams, weirdly enough. A reassured student is usually better with a speculum than a nervous one.) If you’re percussing for my liver, do it till you find it! I will admit I do have to grit my teeth with blood pressure cuffs sometimes, but I blame the design.
   
3. If it is a case, I put a ton of effort into looking the part, but not cartoonish. I act my ass off. Slight accents, different slang, I can be teen or I can be 45 or anything in between. (Although I probably look like a CW “teen” lmao.) I can cry on cue. Maybe just slight eye watering, all the way to sobbing (except my nose runs like a fountain, gross.) I’m not saying this to be like bragging or whatever, I just really want it to feel real. For dark stuff, like being suicidal or child abuse, things like that, I put myself in that place mentally. I picture how and why I did whatever I did. I justify it, and then the appointment is the consequences and I react to those.
   
4. I can do this because I also can straight up let it go at the drop of a hat. Even between rounds. Some actors really struggle with that, but I don’t. It’s not skill, it’s luck.
   
5. I’m honestly pretty generous with my evaluations, not that I lie or excuse things that should be dinged, I’m not a huge part of a grade usually and I’m still honest. But when I write comments, I tend avoid criticisms about things that don’t actually matter. I don’t care if a student spends a lot of time taking notes if I can tell they’re at a place where they need to, I don’t mind a little awkwardness (obviously there’s a limit but few reach it) and as much as I hate when they’re overly sympathetic about information I give them, I know it’s how they’re taught, that other SPs might ding them if they aren’t, and that eventually they’ll find their groove. You have to learn the rules by the book and then when you get your practice you kind of have more leeway.
   

I just want you all to know that I’m honestly so proud of you all and respect what you guys go through and why you’re doing it. I appreciate being able to see what you guys really think, and when SPs help and when they don’t, and I really hope that I stay in the simulation field and can make a difference for the people who are training to make a difference too.

How can you be sure? Sure that she loved you? Sure that you didn't just make it up in your head? Can you say the same for others? Do your friends really love you? How do you know? Is it because you feel it? Or is that also something you made up? I don't know what's real. Haven't for a long time. I was so sure she loved me. But I was wrong. I was so sure she'd stay a part of my life, that she needed me as much as I needed her. I was wrong. I can't trust myself anymore. Can't trust what I feel. I don't know what's real anymore.

I wish I would’ve waited. There is literally no benefit from being a step parent. I met his daughter when she was 4 months and she’s almost 2 now and fudgeeeee I wish I wouldn’t of gotten involved as much as I did. Maybe put up boundaries.
I love babies and had went through a miscarriage before I met him and just being around kids brought me so much joy. I love every child I come into contact with and they love me but this one was different. She was such a cute baby but she just screamed all the time and at first, I thought he’d work on it but then she started walking and getting into more stuff and he just didn’t parent at all. So she went from a cute little 4 month old who slightly annoyed me with the obnoxious screaming to screaming even more now and harming other kids/adults. Her behavior is so much worse and I’m just so shocked. I can do about 40 minutes of playing with her and then I have to stay in my room or leave the house because she’s screaming, biting, attacking u because she doesn’t get her way, hitting her cousin in the face with hard toys, throwing her electric tablets on the ground and etc. I can’t handle that because that’s not the way I’d parent and seeing kids not be parented really doesn’t sit well with me.
Anyways I started out helping my boyfriend pick up his daughter every weekend because I felt bad that he crashed his car and if I could do it, I’d offer. I also offered because my car was in shape, she was tolerable, and she didn’t do shit like destroy my back seat by purposely spilling her sippy cup over at that time. So now I’m always looked at as the drop off/pick up person and I’m not the person who created that baby nor is her transportation my responsibility at all. He doesn’t drive and neither does his bm right now so they always look at me for pick ups and don’t EVEN ASK FIRST. I should be there to help not be the first person they assume will take care of everything.
I told him the other day I’m leaving to DoorDash and he got mad at me for leaving while his daughter was there. But I can’t handle the screaming seriously. It causes panic attacks and my breathing gets really weird when kids/people are screaming idk why. He also proceeds to tell me after I pick him up from work that he has to pick his daughter up and I said I assume I’m also dropping her back off and he said nothing. This was the second time he’s told his bm he can pick her up in my car but hasn’t told me. My car is in shambles right now and only I fix it so I don’t want his child in there, when it’s not a need. That extra wear and tear on my car is not something that’s for me or offered by me so I shouldn’t have to do it.
Anyways we dropped her off back at home and on the way back my car shut off. And I had to wait 2 hours before my insurance could send someone to help. If I didn’t have to take her back, my car would be at home with less miles. I was so upset because now I’m sitting in a gas station lot waiting for assistance because I had to take ur child home. Then when shit happens to my car his bm and him don’t fix it so why am I doing all this shit?
He asked me to leave a night out with my girls a while back because his daughter needed milk to go to sleep. It was 9:00 and he wanted ME to stop my fun, go to the store, grab milk with my money, and go home for a baby I had no parts in making.
He expects too much and I am wanting to set boundaries but I know when it comes it to his daughter he thinks everything is an attack. I wish I never offered so he could figure things out on his own and not depend on me so much. I feel like I should’ve birthed his daughter with all the work I do

I'm in a professional field and it's customary to give a 2 week notice. I'm so unhappy, uninspired, bored, and downtrodden that I just want out. I have a new job lined up and after submitting my resume, interviewing, and getting a "yes" it's on a hold due to being a non-profit and it's a new position. The non-profit is run by a board and they have to approve the position, job description, and salary, so it's been about a week and another 3 weeks before I get an offer. They have been excellent with communicating with me.
I called the HR director today and she gave me some insights on the timing I mentioned above. I let her know a bit of my situation and that I could change from a 2 week notice to starting immediately. She said the CEO loved me and is going to be thrilled! Whew!
Fingers crossed, I feel bad just walking out, but my mental health cannot take this job anymore! I used to think, "I don't burn bridges." So, this is a big step for me!
Some uplifting comments would be appreciated! Nowadays, my motto has become "they wouldn't give me a two week notice if they fired me, so why do I owe them the same courtesy?"

The day has finally arrived where my long term partner’s mother moves out of our house! What does she do? Pout and cry all day to avoid it. “What if it’s a mistake? What if I don’t like it?” Layering excuses on top of sob stories.
I use to be very empathetic but, boy, oh boy that well has run dry as I’m seeing right through her manipulation tactics and alligator tears.
The agreement was for her to move down to Florida to be closer to her only son. (At least that was the initial story given. I later learned her siblings all agreed to sell their parents house to afford their mother a better care facility. That meant she was getting the boot and had no where to go. They were tired of her mooching off of their elderly mother while working part time and the remainder of her free time, getting drunk and throwing pity parties.)
Naively, I encouraged my partner to extend her kindness and grace. I thought all parents were as kind and selfless as mine. So, I bent over backwards to make her feel ‘at home’ since she was ‘anxious’ and scared of changes. We agreed she could look over the house while he was on deployment and while I was living in another city closer to my family and support system. During her free time, she could find a job, a place to live, car, etc. all before he and I came back. He’s been back for three months now and she hasn’t moved or truly set her self up for an independent life here. ( I.e. Still using his car which has been a hassle to work out who gets it between their work schedules.)
I didn’t know what I was getting into… While he was away I’d invite her to family events where she’d make snarky remarks towards me, set up a weird dynamic to compete with me for her son’s attention. Lady, WTF. Instead of finding a job, she used her free time to get drunk and cried about being sad and how difficult her life has been. Didn’t pay a dime in rent or electricity for a year, AND still doesn’t. She did get a part time job, thank f*cking goodness since I work from home. But she skates by just enough for food that she needs and of course, booze (12 pack a day). Don’t let me leave out the story about how we canceled our date night because she decided to get drunk and sob to my partner about I don’t remember what.) If she was a kind drunk I’d probably have a better time tolerating it. But no, she complains, is always negative, literally throws tantrums like a child, when she’s upset everyone in the house will know and feel uncomfortable.
I feel gross that I’ve been desensitized to her tears and sadness, but it’s become an everyday thing caused by no one else but herself.
I spoke to my partner about it and he agrees that she needs to go but he can’t be too harsh or else she won’t do anything but sulk in sadness and anxiety. (Low and behold after that conversation she offers to help chip in on utilities and rent.)
Today was supposed to be the day she leaves and yet again it seems to be postponed by her ‘fears.’ Did I tell you she’s only moving to an apartment less than 10 f*cking mini away?? I’m so over it. It feels like we’re taking care of a 60 year old child…
I hate that I’ve become so jaded and heartless but seemingly only towards her. I hate that my partner is in the middle of this but that’s his mom. :(

After a fast calculation, I determined that I could easily make $300 to $400 per week if I could earn $10 per hour and spend 5 hours each day taking surveys. Again, not much money, but if I did this, I'd be earning the same amount I was when COVID hit with government help. This time, however, I didn't have to stress about looking for work or even having a job; instead, I could simply stay at home and fill out surveys while watching Twitch streams.
This was the start of a six-month quest for me to live entirely in surveys. In addition to earning more money, doing this has had several other advantages. Despite being a rather miserable endeavor, earning money through surveys has given me structure and a certain amount of self-respect. My days seem longer and happier now that I don't have to do all the housekeeping.
I rise from the bed and ride my bike to the closest coffee shop, where I spend $3.85 on a medium double espresso shot latte. I then take a taxi back to my house, where I make myself comfortable and start filling out surveys while watching YouTube videos and Twitch streams. Knowing that I'm not letting each day pass me by completely makes me feel more productive and helps me sleep better at night.
In the nearest coffee shop, I get out of bed and ride my bike, where I spend $3.85 on a medium double espresso shot latte. After that, I get a ride home, where I settle in and conduct surveys while watching YouTube videos and Twitch streams. I feel more productive and sleep better at night knowing that I'm not letting each day pass me by totally.
I'll provide a link to a survey application I use because I felt some of the folks on this site might be interested in participating in surveys as well.
https://www.probrandreviews.com/

What will you be doing with this PC? Be as specific as possible, and include specific games or programs you will be using.

Schoolwork and games such as Diablo 4, Valorant, LoL, Soulsborne, and Monster Hunter World/Rise

What is your maximum budget before rebates/shipping/taxes?

$2000 but can go a little over

When do you plan on building/buying the PC? Note: beyond a week or two from today means any build you receive will be out of date when you want to buy.

Within a week

What, exactly, do you need included in the budget? (ToweOS/monitokeyboard/mouse/etc)

Tower & OS

Which country (and state/province) will you be purchasing the parts in? If you're in US, do you have access to a Microcenter location?

US no microcenter near me

If reusing any parts (including monitor(s)/keyboard/mouse/etc), what parts will you be reusing? Brands and models are appreciated.

LG 240hz 1080p, Logitech G Pro Superlight, Razer Huntsman Mini

Will you be overclocking? If yes, are you interested in overclocking right away, or down the line? CPU and/or GPU?

No

Are there any specific features or items you want/need in the build? (ex: SSD, large amount of storage or a RAID setup, CUDA or OpenCL support, etc)

No

Do you have any specific case preferences (Size like ITX/microATX/mid-towefull-tower, styles, colors, window or not, LED lighting, etc), or a particular color theme preference for the components?

No preferences

Do you need a copy of Windows included in the budget? If you do need one included, do you have a preference?

Yes, no preference

I'm a part time NetSuite admin. Meaning I fill in when our other admin is out. We have a new admin / scriptor who hasn't done a renewal before. So I'm guiding him through this process. Our renewal is up and last year we went over our GA licenses by 7 which totaled 107. We were basically forced into the premium service tier package.
We are currently using 95 GA seats and plan on growing in the next 3 years. Nowhere near 1,000 seats! We have quite a few seats taken up by our warehouse and manufacturing employees. Our new admin / scriptor stated "It is possible to give these users more capability through scripting." I don't doubt this possible but I'm hesitant believing it's possible to give them the full functionality of a full GA seat with an EC license.
Is what he saying at all possible?!
Thanks in advance