So I work in an open plan office where I am expected to remain in the same chair all day. My boss sits about 1.5 metres to my right, perpendicular to me, and there is absolutely no privacy.
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The company says that I am not allowed to leave my desk for more than ten minutes and they used to keep all the blinds closed so no natural light got in. It was only after I persistently complained about this that they started opening one or two sets of blinds slightly to let in a bit of sunshine from outside.
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The lighting in the office is artificial strip lights, rows of them all along the ceiling. The light from these long bulbs fills the parts of your field of vision not taken up by a computer screen. You are not allowed to look at your cell phone during work hours.
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Basic work hours are 8AM until 6PM, with a one hour break for lunch, so that's eight hours a day in these conditions, chained to a desk, in full view of your boss, with only toilet breaks to get away. I try to schedule meetings and Zoom calls in other rooms to get away but this is quite hard to do.
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I don't know what I am trying to say, or what point I am trying to make, except that I instinctively feel like these kinds of work conditions just shouldn't exist. Humans surely needs more privacy, variety and natural light than this. I am just venting now, but does anyone else work in conditions like these? I can't be alone in thinking this sucks an unreasonable amount.

(...) les constructeurs Chinois sont très en avance en matière d'engins tous segments et aux nouvelles énergies dont celle en électrique pur avec batteries embarquées, des machines déjà livrées en des centaines d'unités et qui confirment de leurs solides qualités, atouts et avantages. Désormais un très grand nombre de celles-ci vient de passer le cap des 10.000 heures de fonctionnement, c'est le cas et pour ne citer que lui de #LIUGONG et avec l'exemple d'une de ses unités (vidéo) chez son client DENSO et qui en utilise non moins de 14 exemplaires. Dans le cas présent cette chargeuse électrique affiche exactement au jour d'aujourd'hui 10.098 heures de travail dans de difficiles conditions puisqu'elle est utilisée à raison de 17h par jour et dans la manipulation de poudre de fer, un matériaux au combien corrosif mais qui n'a jamais altéré la machine. Une analyse très complète a été menée par #LIUGONG et qui a confirmée que les batteries ont enregistrées une atténuation de seulement 9,6% de leur capacité et démontrant ainsi de leur très grande qualité et surtout de leur exceptionnelle autonomie, concernant la chargeuse en question aucune perte de performances aucune détérioration et aucun problème ni mécanique ni hydraulique. Un bilan très positif pour cet engin encore une fois de +de 10.000 heures et qui démontre à lui seul de l'avance des fabricants Chinois dans l'électrique pur. L'exemple de cette machine de +de 10.000 heures se multiplie chez de nombreux constructeurs domestiques, rappelons que #LIUGONG leader du segment s'est lancé dans l'électrique pur dès 2014 et par un vaste programme, en tous cas chez son client DENSO une seule de ses chargeuses électriques a permis à l'utilisateur d'économiser annuellement plus de un millions de Yuans en coût d'exploitation. Des machines de grande qualité et aux atouts impressionnants (...) (584726)
CHINA-CSINATECH4.02025
vidéo LIUGONG/CIRTtech
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(...) the Chinese manufacturers are very advanced in terms of machines in all segments and with new energies, including pure electricity with on-board batteries, machines already delivered in hundreds of units and which confirm their solid qualities, strengths and advantages. Now a very large number of these have just passed the milestone of 10,000 hours of operation, this is the case and to name only him from #LIUGONG and with the example of one of his units (video) at his DENSO customer and who uses no less than 14 units. In the present case, this electric loader displays exactly 10,098 hours of work today in difficult conditions since it is used for 17 hours a day and in the handling of iron powder, a material that is so corrosive but who never tampered with the machine. A very complete analysis was carried out by #LIUGONG and which confirmed that the batteries recorded an attenuation of only 9.6% of their capacity and thus demonstrating their very high quality and above all their exceptional autonomy, concerning the loader in question. no loss of performance no deterioration and no mechanical or hydraulic problems. A very positive assessment for this machine once again of more than 10,000 hours and which alone demonstrates the advance of Chinese manufacturers in pure electricity. The example of this machine of more than 10,000 hours is multiplying with many domestic manufacturers, remember that #LIUGONG, leader of the segment, launched into pure electricity in 2014 and through a vast program, in any case with its client DENSO just one of its electric loaders has saved the user more than one million yuan in operating costs annually. High quality machines with impressive features (...)

Bonne lecture.
Retour au présent. Odion le medjay poursuit son enquête et surtout sa traque. Arrivé depuis peu au nome de l’Occident, il rejoint aussitôt le palais du nomarque situé au Sud de Bahou, la ville principale. Ce nome est spécialisé, comme beaucoup d’autres près du Nil, dans l’agriculture c‘est aussi celle où le Nil est le plus détourné avec une eau très pure. Autre particularité, ce nome est le seul de Basse-Égypte à communiquer directement avec la MoyenneÉgypte. La raison est simple, son sol est très fertile et tout aussi propice à la crue et décrue du Nil. Le blé, l’orge, l’avoine et le sorgo sont cultivés dans des champs bien à proximité du fleuve sacré, ainsi une fois par trimestre Sobek déclenche la montée des eaux recouvrant tous les champs. Une fois la décrue entamée le sol devient fertile et la récolte n’est qu’une question de temps. Pendant la crue les Sittiu paysans, expert dans le domaine, se consacre à l’élevage ainsi que l’exportation de bière à leurs voisins. Les lieux sont chatoyants et le coucher de soleil accentue la beauté de la province doré. Les champs ressemblent à une chevelure blonde caressé par le vent, une mer d’or dont la récolte est prévue dans une semaine. Ce nome constitue plus de quarante pour-cent du blé exporté dans le royaume, personne ne connait les raisons d’une fertilité aussi rentable. Pour les Égyptiens la cause est lié à l’ancien dieu vénéré du nome: Osiris qui d’après la légende aurait utilisé un engrais encore inconnu. En revanche les Sittiu dédie cette richesse au Tout-Puissant ainsi qu’à leur travaille. Leurs maisons sont disparate avec une seule ville, Bahou, assez petite dont l’utilité se résume à la quincaillerie, l’alimentaire et un ou deux bars miteux où la bière à autant de consistance qu’une mauvaise soupe. Odion se fiche complètement de son environnement. Sa seule préoccupation est de satisfaire la requête de son Pharaon et, poussant sa felouque aussi vite que possible, sa destination se profile à l’horizon. Le palais du nomarque Amasis V à l’embouchure du bras du Nil. Les larges bras du Nil facilitent l’accès à la région notamment au port privé du nomarque en face de son immense palais. Ses eaux s’infiltrent dans la demeure et à de nombreux endroits elle déferle en une petite cascade dans les escaliers ou dans le jardin suspendu situé au centre de la demeure. A l’entrée du palais, illuminée de milles feux par l’or et les champs de roseaux, deux grandes statues d’hommes assis accueillent les invités. L’un est Osiris, l’ancien dieu s’occupant de ces terres qui, aujourd’hui, vit dans la bibliothèque portant son nom situé au Cartouche. Son devoir est de répertorier les morts à travers le royaume. L’autre statue est Népri, l’actuel dieu, couvert de grains de blé offrant sa protection au nome. Odion pose pied sur le port des ouvriers silencieux seulement entrecoupé du croassement des corbeaux et d’autres oiseaux se nourrissant des grains de céréales laissés à l’abandon. L’entrée du palais est en face néanmoins Odion le contourne pour s’y infiltrer par la terrasse afin de surprendre le fonctionnaire à la réputation sulfureuse. Amasis V, le nomarque du nome de l’Occident, est un homme de taille moyenne au corps musclé mais dans le seul but de plaire à la gente féminine. Son visage est fin, un regard perçant maquillé de khôl et parfumé des meilleurs flagrance de Haute-Égypte. Le fonctionnaire se prélasse dans son bureau en compagnie des plus belles femmes Sittiu de son nome. Ensemble ils répandant le vin dans toute la pièce, son appétit vorace pour les femmes s’est bien tourné vers les esclaves comme le disait la rumeur. Le vin est présent çà et là en flaque et l’odeur en témoigne si bien qu’il est difficile de fouler le sol sans risquer de glisser. Une amphore est jetée au pied du medjay ponctué des doux rires des femmes et des bâfres grossier du nomarque Amasis. Odion contemple la scène depuis l’immense terrasse avec beaucoup de colère puis récupère l’un des éclats de l’amphore avant de le jeter tel une flèche sur le visage du fonctionnaire dégoulinant progressivement de sueur.
— Qui a osé! vocifère-t-il après avoir crié de douleur. Il retire l’éclat planté dans sa joue puis le jète tandis que les femmes s’éloignent de lui effrayée par le medjay au regard bestial. Saleté de voleur, gardes! Attrapez ce… En voyant la silhouette du medjay masquant le coucher de soleil les dents du nomarque claquent violemment tel des burins sur un bloc de granit. On pourrait même croire que ses dents s’effritent à chacun de ses coups. La sueur dégouline de son front se teintant de la couleur rose du vin et vermeille du sang en emportant avec elle les miettes de pain recouvrant le coin de ses joues. Il s’essuie le front du revers de sa main sans que cela n’ait d’effet. La transpiration recouvre à nouveau son visage.
— Medjay Odion…quel plaisir de te voir… Il s’apprêtait à le rejoindre pour le saluer d’une révérence toutefois ses jambes sont si flasques qu’elles semblent faites de frêle roseaux. Le medjay l’observent sous tous les angles de son regard de prédateur puis en fermant les lourdes portes il s’assied à côté du nomarque tremblant et suant sans discontinu.
— Je cherche quelqu’un, un meurtrier se cachant probablement sur tes terres.
— Un meurtrier? s’interloque le fonctionnaire, c’est impossible, medjay je suis innocent jamais ô grand jamais je ne trahirai notre grand Pharaon en abritant un ennemi du royaume. — Oublie ce que je viens de dire ce n’était qu’un test, Odion le gifle. Oui je te crois; il le gifle à nouveau du revers de la main afin de lui remettre les idées en place, le nomarque tombe à terre sans pouvoir se relever tant la peur le paralyse. Maintenant répond-moi, reprend toujours aussi calmement le medjay en le toisant, as-tu entendu des rumeurs de la part de tes soldats ou tes esclaves sur la présence d’un intrus sur tes terres? — Je ne sais pas, je…il se passe tellement de chose ici. Une partie de la récolte a été brûlé par un Sittiu ou sûrement cette secte. Le medjay, non content de ce mensonge, récupère le verre plein de vin trônant encore sur la table à proximité d’une amphore survivante des caprices du nomarque. Lorsque le fonctionnaire voit que la main du medjay soulève sans problème la lourde amphore son sang ne fait qu’un tour. — Maintenant que tu le dis, balbutie le fonctionnaire, j’ai peut-être entendu une rumeur, un bruit de couloir transporté par le vent jusqu’à mes oreilles; le medjay silencieux verse le contenu du verre dans l’amphore tout en écoutant les bégaiements de sa victime. Très bien je l’avoue, on m’a rapporté qu’un homme à la peau pâle toujours couvert d’une cape a été aperçut près du marais à l’Ouest. Si tu veux mon avis, ô grand medjay, c’est par là que tu dois commencer. Je le jure sur Népri que j’ai tenté de l’attraper! Odion se lève, la main droite toujours agrippé à l’amphore puis de l’autre il remet sur pied le fonctionnaire en le dépoussiérant. Le stress de l’homme ne fait que s’accentuer étant donné que le medjay n’a pas encore mentionné sa vilenie avec les femmes. Odion attrape la mâchoire du nomarque puis la presse afin de lui ouvrir la bouche en la dirigeant vers le plafond. La douleur est insupportable, il exerce une pression si forte qu’il pense que ses dents vont sauter une à une hors de sa bouche. De son autre main le medjay verse le contenu de l’amphore avec un débit suffisant pour qu’aucune goutte ne se répande inutilement sur le sol. — Je vais fermer les yeux sur ce que j’ai vu en entrant, un Égyptien n’a pas à s’accoupler vulgairement avec une Sittiu. Je ne vais pas te punir pour cela car je n’ai pas le temps de te mutiler. Cependant en gaspillant le vin, le précieux nectar des dieux, tu commets un affront envers Osiris et Chesmou. Alors maintenant bois tout, jusqu’à la dernière goutte. Ensuite il sera aux dieux de décider de ton sort. Le nomarque étouffe, il sent son estomac se remplir tel une gourde en cuir, ses yeux versent des larmes de douleur. Puis une fois que les quatre litres se soient transvasés de l’amphore à son corps, le medjay relâche le fonctionnaire sur le point de vomir d’un instant à l’autre tout le contenu de son estomac. — Si tu vomis je te le ferai ravaler, dit Odion d’un regard sévère, je vais rejoindre ce fameux lieux puis je reviendrai une fois cela terminé. Prépare les registres liés aux habitants de ce nome je dois les consulter sans perdre de temps. Me suis-je bien fait comprendre? Le nomarque, scellant sa bouche avec ses mains, confirme l’ordre d’un rapide signe de tête, des gouttes de vin s’échappent des interstices entre ses doigts. Le medjay disparait sans perdre de temps en ouvrant la porte sous le regard médusé des esclaves se collant aux murs afin de ne pas lui couper la route. Amasis, comprenant que la voie est libre, vomit allègrement le doux nectar des dieux, la douleur est affreuse tout comme l’ivresse s’emparant lentement de son esprit. Dans le nome les Sittiu sont presque exclusivement agriculteurs, éleveurs et paysans. Un travail éreintant surtout dû aux outils rudimentaires et aux prédateurs tel que les léopards vagabondant à la recherche d’oiseau bien dodu. Ce nome est très peu commun aux problèmes mais dernièrement, il y a environ trois jours, des meurtres abominables ont fait surface. Normalement Odion ne s’attarderai pas en ces lieux mais un pressentiment l’a fait douter. Depuis l’enquête à l’hôtel les preuves et découvertes furent maigre, soit il passait son temps à enquêter pour la famille royale soit il étudiait les coutumes romaines apporté par le fils de Khonsou aux archives du dieu Thot à Memphis. Le royaume, malgré la présence d’intrus n’eut aucun problème sortant de l’ordinaire ces temps-ci, la raison pour lui est simple, ces rats se cachaient. En temps normal un fugitif qu’il soit Égyptien ou Sittiu se ferait attraper par ses soins en moins d’une semaine et ce pour une raison: les erreurs. Le fugitif laisse toujours des traces, le stress l’accable et la pression l’étreint dans une spirale infernale de mauvaises décisions. Horus, Serket et Ammout surveillent patiemment le royaume chaque jour et alerte de toutes les nuisances qu’ils constatent dans le royaume. Toutefois ici il n’est peut-être pas question d’Égyptien ou de Sittiu mais d’un speculatores, le haut du panier chez les espions romains. Un maître du camouflage et de l’obstination. D’après les connaissances d’Odion, sa théorie de l’Hibernation lui paraît la plus probable car un speculatores est capable de se priver d’eau et de nourriture pendant un mois. Une technique d’espion que seul très peu d’élu sont capables d’accomplir, ces énergumènes hibernent comme les prédateurs de leur contrées sur la lune de Rome. Néanmoins l’hypothèse d’un romain lui semble toujours aussi absurde, ce peuple est encore incapable de rejoindre la lune d’Égypte. Pour le moment Odion poursuit sa traque, il savait que d’un moment à l’autre ce rat sortirait de sa cachette mais il ne pensait pas que le fugitif laisserait des traces aussi grossières. Le dernier meurtre, ou carnage, connu a été perpétré près d’un canal au bord d’un champ de blé d’après le rapport du nomarque Amasis. Un lieu peu fréquenté par les Sittiu d’après les dires surtout ces derniers temps après qu’une rumeur faisant état d’un monstre les effraie davantage. Il ne faut pas longtemps à Odion pour atteindre la zone et découvrir les prémices d’une scène d’horreur. En temps normal la parcelle de champ de blé est proche du désert, la frontière Ouest du nome, rien d’inhabituelle en somme. Un petit bras du Nil irrigue le champ en le traversant de long en large puis se jette dans un affluent plus large. Lorsque Odion arrive sur les lieux, il aperçoit en levant les yeux que l’eau près de la récolte presque abandonnée est gravement souillée par le sang et des petits morceaux de viscères bouchent la sortie. Népri le dieu de la récolte, n’aurait pas pu s’en apercevoir, il ne vient jamais dans cette zone du nome peu rentable. La puanteur est infernale, les insectes grouillent sur des morceaux de chair. Un cadavre a été découpé en morceau et ses membres ont été soigneusement entassés comme des rondins dans une tranchée. Un chadouf, une petite grue pour l’eau, contient dans son panier en feuille de bananiers tressé, les bras d’un garde Égyptien. Ses tatouages sont visibles tandis que dans la main des cheveux d’ébènes d’un Sittiu sont mélangés à une mélasse informe répugnante. Les roues à aube délaissées depuis des années sont tachetées de sang Sittiu d’après les rapides analyses du medjay grâce à un scarabée. Odion escalade la pente pour se retrouver dans le champ abandonné et apprécier la vue de quelques épis de blé virevolter au gré du vent. Le sommet de quelques plantes sont tachés de sang tandis que ses pieds pataugent dans de la boue rouge carmin. « A première vue n’importe qui penserait à une attaque de prédateur, les crocodiles et léopards sont nombreux ici mais je ne pense pas que c’est pas l’oeuvre d’un enfant de Sobek. Un mal impur imprègne fortement les lieux. Le dieu Népri n’a rien pu voir à cause du désert mordant le nome ». Le medjay suit le canal ensanglanté large d’à peine un mètre cependant il ne découvre rien d’intéressant. Arrivé près d’un robinet encerclé d’une basse muraille carré, Odion s’aperçoit qu’un courant charrie des grains de blés et quelques fétus de paille. L’eau souillée s’écoule dans une cavité sous le robinet d’où le bruit d’un écho est perceptible. « Il n’y a pas de système d’égout dans ce nome, sûrement un ancien puit que le nomarque avait modifié ». Le medjay déterre et soulève une grille de fer forgé recouvert d’une boule de chair et d’entraille avant de découvrir l’entrée d’un puits abandonné. L’eau se déverse en trombe provoquant un écho sec. Un puits inutilisé depuis longtemps et presque asséché est bien caché, une odeur de cadavre insupportable s’en échappe. Toutefois un autre parfum se mêle à ce charnier, la viande brulée, quelque chose semble cuire à l’intérieur. Odion jette une pierre lumineuse chassant les ténèbres du lieu tel un petit soleil, sa durée est limitée. Ne voyant aucune présence et n’entendant rien d’autre que l’égouttement du sang il y saute aussitôt. La zone ressemble à une caverne, un réservoir autrefois plein d’eau mais qui a servit depuis longtemps comme une cachette, sûrement pour la contrebande. « Les Sittiu entreposaient de la nourriture ici, des aliments frais d’après les restes, pense-t-il en s’agenouillant. Il devait sans doute cacher des objets de valeurs durant la collecte d’impôt mais on dirait que quelqu’un d’étranger à cette affaire à tout mis en désordre ». Le puits est vidé, quelques babioles et morceau de pain trempent dans l’eau, l’odeur ne provient pas de cet emplacement mais plutôt d’une chambre creusée un peu plus loin. Une lueur lui indique que la zone n’est peut-être pas vide d’homme. Le medjay emprunte de petits escaliers guidé par la lueur d’une flamme, cette fois l’odeur de viande brûlée, presque carbonisé, l’accueille clairement. Odion marche sur la main tranchée d’une femme Sittiu puis son pied trempe dans une véritable marre de sang. La petite pièce secrète est illuminée par le cadavre pendu par les pieds d’un homme enroulé dans du lin. La tête est découverte et complètement calciné. « Par Râ, je ne m’attendais pas à un tel spectacle. Je n’ai jamais vu un tel rite parmi les Sittiu et puis aucun d’entre eux ne s’abaisserai à massacrer ses semblables sinon ce serai des gardes Égyptiens que j’aurai principalement découvert. Qui a bien pu commettre une telle abomination? ». Le cadavre ressemble à une torche inversée, d’après Odion la mort remonte à un jour mais pas le feu qui a été déclenché il y a moins d’une heure. Les autres cadavres sont ici depuis plusieurs jours sauf un dont la plaie est encore fraîche. « Celui-là a dû rencontrer l’auteur de ces actes et en a payé le prix. Tous ces éléments ne me donnent pas l’origine du coupable mais il ne fait aucun doute que la personne est un professionnel, quelqu’un ayant assouvit un fantasme bien spécifique. Néanmoins cela contraste avec les traces grossière à l’extérieur ressemblant surtout à une piste à suivre. Il a bien existé des sociopathes Sittiu mais ces cas sont très rares et ils ne s’attaquaient qu’aux Égyptiens. Par Râ, cela m’embête car je n’ai jamais vu, ni entendu de Sittiu parler d’un rite aussi morbide ». Soudain le cadavre carbonisé se détache et plonge dans l’eau aspergeant Odion de sang, d’eau et sûrement de larme d’après les visages horrifiés des quelques têtes flottantes sur l’eau. En allumant une autre pierre lumineuse Odion remarque une inscription sur le mur, caché auparavant par le cadavre suspendu. Ces doutes disparaissent aussitôt. La lecture des quelques mots peints à l’aide du sang de ces victimes révèle la nature exacte du meurtrier. — Monstrum est extra: le monstre est dehors. « Tout s’explique désormais, le fugitif de l’hôtel se terre bien en Basse-Égypte mais de quoi parlet-il? Le latin me parait exacte enfin d’après mes maigres connaissances. Bon sang, si l’ennemi est bien un speculatores la difficulté sera accrue. Un mois sans nouvelle et désormais il surgit de manière spectaculaire. En tout cas il ne plaisante pas, qui sait quelles sont ses noirs desseins et ce qu’il provoquera ». Tout en effaçant l’inscription de sang, les craintes du medjay prennent forme, un speculatores semble errer dans son royaume. Ce terme désigne un espion d’élite de Rome dont les missions confiés sont aussi importantes que celle d’Odion. D’après les informations du fils de Khonsou le voyageur et des grecques, les ayants échangés contre des armes pour leurs guerres, les speculatores sont entrainés à se fondre dans un paysage. Ils assassinent des cibles importantes et disparaissent sans laisser le moindre signe d’existence. L’Hibernation en est un exemple, durant un mois maximum, l’espion romain est capable de rester immobile à jeun et cela sans la moindre séquelle. Toutefois Odion ressent une aura étrange émaner de cette scène de crime. « La barbarie perpétré en ces lieux n’a rien à avoir avec l’espionnage. C’est autre chose, une sorte de mission personnelle ou alors un fantasme généré par des pulsions impossible à contenir. En tout cas c’est une première dans notre histoire, jamais un romain n’a pu venir dans notre royaume. Cette situation ne me plait guère ». N’ayant plus d’autres pistes, Odion rejoint à nouveau le palais du nomarque afin de copier les données du nome de ce mois dernier. Il ira ensuite interroger les Sittiu avant de se rendre aux archives de Thot dans l’éventualité de trouver un individu suspect parmi les habitants et aussi parfaire sa connaissance sur les romains en attendant d’avoir de nouvelles informations sur ce monstre.

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SmackDown Episode #1242
Venue: Wells Fargo Arena (Des Moines, IA)
Attendance: ~6400

Results of Tonight's Show

Match	Stipulation	Winner
Santos Escobar vs. Mustafa Ali	MITB Qualifying Match	Santos Escobar
Michin vs. Bayley	MITB Qualifying Match	Bayley
Butch vs. Baron Corbin	MITB Qualifying Match	Butch
Shotzi vs. IYO SKY	MITB Qualifying Match	IYO SKY
Jey Uso vs. Austin Theory	US Championship Match	Austin Theory

IMPORTANT NOTES:

• Ladies and gentlemen, Paul Heyman is in the ring with Solo Sikoa and doesn't get any further than that before the Usos' music hits and Jey joins them. Jey says he's let a lot of things slide, but stabbing Jimmy in the back is something you don't do. He's not sure he can forgive him for that. Paul wonders aloud, did Jimmy ask Jey about this move in advance? Jimmy always resented Jey because he's in on the fact that the Tribal Chief Roman Reigns wants to groom Jey to be the next tribal chief. Tonight, Paul has set a match to set his trajectory to be the next tribal chief by bringing gold back to the Bloodline. He'll defeat Austin Theory for the US Championship tonight! Then the Tribal Chief will embrace him and someday when the time is right, Jey will become Tribal Chief. But, Paul needs his answer now. Jey says he'll take him up on the US challenge but can't bring himself to shake Paul's hand. He says he'll get back to him on that.
  
• LA Knight joins the commentary desk for the EscobaAli match.
  
• Jey is backstage looking tortured and Sami Zayn appears. Sami says his time in the Bloodline was some of the best time in his life and it probably was for him too. But they couldn't have it because of the Tribal Chief - the paranoia sets in, the manipulation sets in, and he pushes too far. Sami says he did it too, he did everything he could to keep everything together just like Jey, but he was still pushed and pushed against his brothers, just like what he's doing to Jey. Sami sincerely hopes Jey wins the US Championship tonight so they can see that they need Jey more than Jey needs them. And reminds Jey, Jimmy is his brother, they're the Usos, so listen to what's in his heart and not what's being drilled into his head.
  
• Kayla Braxton introduces the NXT Women's Tag Team Champions Alba Fyre and Isla Dawn, joining her in the ring. As Kayla attempts to start an interview, Ronda Rousey & Shayna Baszler interrupt. Shayna asks, how much do they know about the history of their titles? She says she's the reason those titles were even created -- those Shayna Baszler Commemorative Titles are really hers. Ronda says she ran the numbers and this division isn't big enough for the two of them, so they want theirs. Fyre & Dawn accept the unification title request and go on the offense. After a scuffle, Ronda & Shayna are driven from the ring and the NXT champs stand tall.
  
• RIP Iron Sheik.
  
• AJ Styles joins the commentary table for the Michin/Bayley match. Afterwards, Scarlett walks up to AJ and blows red dust in his face; he stumbles back into Karrion Kross behind the barricade, choking him out in a Kross-Jacket.
  
• Bianca Belair is backstage asking Adam Pearce for her rematch against Asuka. Pearce says there's a lot going on and tonight he's presenting Asuka with a new women's title and asks that she can have her rematch at another time but that she lets this go off without a hitch. Bianca protests but Adam says just for tonight, leave it alone. She agrees, because she's got a rematch.
  
• Backstage AJ is being held by Anderson & Gallows wondering what in the hell just happened. Michin assures them that they'll get their revenge.
  
• Adam Pearce summons Asuka to the ring to present the new WWE Women's Championship. As he's fastening it around her waist, Charlotte Flair's music hits. Adam says he thinks he knows what she's trying to do, but she kinda needs to get in line. Charlotte says she doesn't wait in line, she made the line. She adds she respects Asuka, but she wants that championship, so she's challenging her for the title. Asuka accepts. Charlotte tells Adam when she wins, he can put that championship around her waist, too. Asuka then attempts to mist Charlotte but she ducks out.
  
• Jey Uso is taping up his wrisks and Paul Heyman joins him, saying yeah, he got him, he gave him a cliffhanger. Paul then says he wants Jey's passport so he can fly with Roman & Solo in style. And next week there will be a triple celebration - Roman Reigns, Jey the right-hand man, and a public announcement that he'll be groomed as the next tribal chief. Paul puts his hand out for a shake again. Jey says count him in, but doesn't know why Paul's so happy - because if Jey's in the Bloodline, that means Paul's out of the Bloodline.
  
• Adam Pearce is backstage talking to whoever talking about how huge it is that they have Asuka/Flair on the books. Bianca shows up, glaring. Adam says he'll figure it out. She says yes, and she's getting her win back.
  
• Trick Williams & NXT Champion Carmelo Hayes are hanging out for the Butch vs. Corbin match. Corbin warns them that they better stay on the other side of that barricade like the fans they are and watch him punch his ticket to Money in the Bank.
  
• Post-match, Corbin approaches them and hands are thrown, with officials needing to separate them.
  
• Megan Morant checks in with the Brawling Brutes backstage asking Butch about his win - he's taking the title back to the UK and every night will be FIGHT NIGHT! Baron Corbin tries to intervene saying he was distracted by Carmelo Hayes, and Cameron Grimes appears to blast him from behind.
  
• Kayla Braxton congratulates IYO SKY from backstage, now interviewing Austin Theory. Theory's mad he was the last one to find out about this match tonight. He's had zero time to prepare but that's fine, all he gets are victories. He'll beat Jey Uso like he beat John Cena at Wrestlemania. Should Paul Heyman need a new client, he invites him to check out Austin Theory live.
  
• Kevin Owens chats with Sami Zayn backstage, checking in to see if he talked to Jey. They're interrupted by Pretty Deadly who think they should consider defending their championships. The Brawling Brutes appear asking the same, and then the OC appears, and then the LWO appears, and then the Street Profits appear. Adam Pearce tries to calm the crowd when Kevin Owens flips the fuck out and cannot take everyone showing up. Sami tries to get him to settle down. Pearce says, how about we have a gauntlet match for the top contenders for the championship next week?
  
• Grayson Waller gets a vignette, and next week the Grayson Waller Effect will have Charlotte Flair as a guest.
  
• Mixed tag team match next week: AJ Styles & Michin vs. Karrion Kross & Scarlett; the gauntlet match previously mentioned; and Roman Reigns returns.
  
• During our main event: after a ref bump, Pretty Deadly intervenes on behalf of Austin Theory. Jimmy Uso runs in to protect Jey. Solo Sikoa runs in to take out Jimmy. In the midst of the kerfluffle, Jimmy superkicks Jey. Just in time for the ref to come back to life.
  
• Post match, Paul Heyman & Solo Sikoa ominously watch from the ramp while Jimmy tends to Jey. Jey pushes Jimmy away. He continues to the back while Paul talks to his phone, "call Roman Reigns."
  

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Hey!So my Samsung Galaxy A70 might have seen its last of days, I've had it for four years and it's gone through quite a bit of roughness and been repaired at least two times before. The screen already has been broken, again for a while and the other day it fell down and the screen just went all black and well, I have a hunch the problem may be more internal at this point. So I already assume the repair cost would have to cover both the screen and whatever internal damage has been done.
At this point I'm wondering whether it would make sense to get this one repaired or just to buy a new phone. I like all the specs of the Galaxy A70 and it's been really great - except its got really annoying camera issues and it has always had this problem of displaying me facing another way than I am while navigating on maps. Other than that, it has worked like a charm and its battery life been great. (Also I love the headphone jack option)
Anyway, my main concern would be how long the OS will be supported by apps and such. The phone I got borrowed in the meanwhile is so old, a whole bunch of apps cant be installed or work properly. I'd hate to pay all this money on repairing the phone if within a year it might begin having similar problems.
So at this point, what do you think?Would it be worth it to repair my Samsung A70? Or would it make sense to get a new phone? What do you recommend? (androids only)
Specs I care for: Lots of storage. Preferably at least 128 GB, could settle for 64GB but nothing less. Ability to plug audio jacks. Good camera, I don't care for more than two. 4GB+ ram. Can keep up a while with apps and updates. Great battery life and fast charging. Big screen.

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I'm a 28F currently dealing with a revenge obsessed ex-boyfriend (36M) who has been stalking me online for at least 2 years now and is hell bent on destroying my life. Basically I was his first GF in 7 years at the time and prior to the girl before me who cheated on him he claimed he never had a GF except girls who thought he looked like Harry Potter in middle school. He is 36 and doesn't have a lot of experience with women so the break up is apparently still difficult for him to process even though its 3 years later and we have not spoken except me asking him profusely to stop doing this stuff.
At the time we were dating a few years ago I was dealing with some identity issues during our relationship which I was honest with him about, (identified as bisexual at the time, but was questioning my sexuality). We had some disagreements about it and he would always ask why he couldn't stay over early on in the relationship (~1 month into it). I ended up breaking things off with him after roughly 4 months because I felt like we weren't compatible and also because I had lost my job at the time and was dealing with personal issues on the side (severely depressed, was in therapy for it).
We were friends for a short time after the breakup until things started getting VERY weird. He began circling the road next to my apartment several times per hour EVERY DAY. At the time I considered it strange but had a limited knowledge of technology other than basic CS classes I had taken in the past. The internet would randomly shut off for 30 mins - 1 hour for no reason. I would later find out in the logs the router was being hit with DOS attacks several times per day.
I would also see my documents on Google Drive opened by strange usernames of fake accounts, and eventually had a remote access trojan on my laptop after he sent me photos of us through Google Photos which I suspect he used to infect my computer. He would backspace while I typed, open and close windows, click random things on the screen, and straight up mess with me for several hours per day every day for MONTHS.
Then eventually the computer crashed and would never start again. It was a $1500 Macbook Pro. My new car also mysteriously got something poured in the fuel tank and after a few weeks and several hundreds of dollars of new parts no mechanic could fix the car. My apartment was broken into repeatedly with subtle signs of forced entry but nothing stolen. Examples: Pry marks on the inside of the front door, side door and back door, personal care items like body wash, underwear or bras stolen or moved, coming home to find personal documents like medical records, tax records, and bank info layed out on my bedroom floor shuffled around. I filed police reports each time it happened but couldn't prove it was him.
My car has also been broken into a few times now with my dashcam broken off the mount, hidden under the passenger seat, stick figures taking a dump drawn on my windshield, and nails in my back tire and spare tire. I believe he put a GPS tracker on the car because I have heard someone outside opening and closing the car door but nothing was stolen. So far no mechanic has been able to find a tracker and I couldn't either.
I had to stop using the wifi at my apartment because every device I use on that network gets hacked (multiple different laptops, 2 kindles, and 3 cell phones). I found a keylogger on my M1 Macbook Pro (~$2000) which he also placed persistent malware on and I can not get rid of despite wiping the hard drive 8 times since this January. He defaced my professional website I was trying to use to get a job twice (first time put a pic of nude child and set his hacker username as my bank account number, added a redirect link which I stupidly clicked on and then it downloaded some sort of spyware or RAT onto my device, 2nd time he put up 2 women doing the deed also nude).
He has had remote access to this computer for an unknown amount of time and I can not afford to replace it. My cell phone also booted up into safe mode the next morning and the background was changed on my work/school email account. I tried taking my computer to a repair shop and they claimed if he does have a RAT on it, it is likely hidden on the recovery partition and they weren't able to find it or get it off my computer. This is a $2000 M1 Mac and he already destroyed my previous Macbook Pro which cost me $1500.
I also had to buy a new cell phone after I kept getting creepy phone calls and phishing texts from unknown numbers. When he put the new keylogger on my computer recently I saw where he made a folder which he named the digits of my new phone number. I had just bought a brand new Samsung Galaxy and he already got the new phone number for it and hacked it. He kept enabled the camera and microphone and while I was eating turned on the camera and started recorded me while I was eating. I factory reset the phone and he was still able to control the camera and mic on it.
I have reported him to the FBI IC3 unit 6 times now in the last year and now he is getting cocky about it and knows he will get away with it so he keeps doing it. He knows I am broke with no money and can't afford a new computer, to move away, or to keep buying a new cell phone every month and he seems to get off on trying to destroy my whole life. I have not spoken to him in 3 years now and we do not talk at all. I sent him a FB message telling him to stop explaining to him I have been going through a lot since my sister died a few years ago and just want to be left alone. He keeps doing it and won't stop.
He also recruited my crush who I never mentioned to him to help him with the hacking (my crush is a system admin) and now my crush won't speak to me at all and hates my guts. I have no idea what he said to my crush or how he got them to come after me but they have been going full on nuclear and won't stop. I caught him staking me out a few days ago at the gas station across from a wifi hotspot I was using where he was just sitting there for an extended period of time watching me. Then when I started drive near him he inched his truck like he was thinking about if he was going to follow me or not. He also knows when I come and go at night and drives by my apartment minutes after I get home at different times.
This guy seems to think I owe him something and has a serious problem. He just keeps doing all this and will not stop. While I am not the type of person to do anything crazy back, the police have done nothing and in terms of the hacking there is not a lot they can do. What can I do to at least expose this guy. I don't think he is ever going to stop until he kills me and this has got to stop.

I'm a 28F currently dealing with a revenge obsessed ex-boyfriend (36M) who has been stalking me online for at least 2 years now and is hell bent on destroying my life. Basically I was his first GF in 7 years at the time and prior to the girl before me who cheated on him he claimed he never had a GF except girls who thought he looked like Harry Potter in middle school. He is 36 and doesn't have a lot of experience with women so the break up is apparently still difficult for him to process even though its 3 years later and we have not spoken except me asking him profusely to stop doing this stuff.
At the time we were dating a few years ago I was dealing with some identity issues during our relationship which I was honest with him about, (identified as bisexual at the time, but was questioning my sexuality). We had some disagreements about it and he would always ask why he couldn't stay over early on in the relationship (~1 month into it). I ended up breaking things off with him after roughly 4 months because I felt like we weren't compatible and also because I had lost my job at the time and was dealing with personal issues on the side (severely depressed, was in therapy for it).
We were friends for a short time after the breakup until things started getting VERY weird. He began circling the road next to my apartment several times per hour EVERY DAY. At the time I considered it strange but had a limited knowledge of technology other than basic CS classes I had taken in the past. The internet would randomly shut off for 30 mins - 1 hour for no reason. I would later find out in the logs the router was being hit with DOS attacks several times per day.
I would also see my documents on Google Drive opened by strange usernames of fake accounts, and eventually had a remote access trojan on my laptop after he sent me photos of us through Google Photos which I suspect he used to infect my computer. He would backspace while I typed, open and close windows, click random things on the screen, and straight up mess with me for several hours per day every day for MONTHS.
Then eventually the computer crashed and would never start again. It was a $1500 Macbook Pro. My new car also mysteriously got something poured in the fuel tank and after a few weeks and several hundreds of dollars of new parts no mechanic could fix the car. My apartment was broken into repeatedly with subtle signs of forced entry but nothing stolen. Examples: Pry marks on the inside of the front door, side door and back door, personal care items like body wash, underwear or bras stolen or moved, coming home to find personal documents like medical records, tax records, and bank info layed out on my bedroom floor shuffled around. I filed police reports each time it happened but couldn't prove it was him.
My car has also been broken into a few times now with my dashcam broken off the mount, hidden under the passenger seat, stick figures taking a dump drawn on my windshield, and nails in my back tire and spare tire. I believe he put a GPS tracker on the car because I have heard someone outside opening and closing the car door but nothing was stolen. So far no mechanic has been able to find a tracker and I couldn't either.
I had to stop using the wifi at my apartment because every device I use on that network gets hacked (multiple different laptops, 2 kindles, and 3 cell phones). I found a keylogger on my M1 Macbook Pro (~$2000) which he also placed persistent malware on and I can not get rid of despite wiping the hard drive 8 times since this January. He defaced my professional website I was trying to use to get a job twice (first time put a pic of nude child and set his hacker username as my bank account number, added a redirect link which I stupidly clicked on and then it downloaded some sort of spyware or RAT onto my device, 2nd time he put up 2 women doing the deed also nude).
He has had remote access to this computer for an unknown amount of time and I can not afford to replace it. My cell phone also booted up into safe mode the next morning and the background was changed on my work/school email account. I tried taking my computer to a repair shop and they claimed if he does have a RAT on it, it is likely hidden on the recovery partition and they weren't able to find it or get it off my computer. This is a $2000 M1 Mac and he already destroyed my previous Macbook Pro which cost me $1500.
I also had to buy a new cell phone after I kept getting creepy phone calls and phishing texts from unknown numbers. When he put the new keylogger on my computer recently I saw where he made a folder which he named the digits of my new phone number. I had just bought a brand new Samsung Galaxy and he already got the new phone number for it and hacked it. He kept enabled the camera and microphone and while I was eating turned on the camera and started recorded me while I was eating. I factory reset the phone and he was still able to control the camera and mic on it.
I have reported him to the FBI IC3 unit 6 times now in the last year and now he is getting cocky about it and knows he will get away with it so he keeps doing it. He knows I am broke with no money and can't afford a new computer, to move away, or to keep buying a new cell phone every month and he seems to get off on trying to destroy my whole life. I have not spoken to him in 3 years now and we do not talk at all. I sent him a FB message telling him to stop explaining to him I have been going through a lot since my sister died a few years ago and just want to be left alone. He keeps doing it and won't stop.
He also recruited my crush who I never mentioned to him to help him with the hacking (my crush is a system admin) and now my crush won't speak to me at all and hates my guts. I have no idea what he said to my crush or how he got them to come after me but they have been going full on nuclear and won't stop. I caught him staking me out a few days ago at the gas station across from a wifi hotspot I was using where he was just sitting there for an extended period of time watching me. Then when I started drive near him he inched his truck like he was thinking about if he was going to follow me or not. He also knows when I come and go at night and drives by my apartment minutes after I get home at different times.
This guy seems to think I owe him something and has a serious problem. He just keeps doing all this and will not stop. While I am not the type of person to do anything crazy back, the police have done nothing and in terms of the hacking there is not a lot they can do. What can I do to at least expose this guy. I don't think he is ever going to stop until he kills me and this has got to stop.

I'm a 28F currently dealing with a revenge obsessed ex-boyfriend (36M) who has been stalking me online for at least 2 years now and is hell bent on destroying my life. Basically I was his first GF in 7 years at the time and prior to the girl before me who cheated on him he claimed he never had a GF except girls who thought he looked like Harry Potter in middle school. He is 36 and doesn't have a lot of experience with women so the break up is apparently still difficult for him to process even though its 3 years later and we have not spoken except me asking him profusely to stop doing this stuff.
At the time we were dating a few years ago I was dealing with some identity issues during our relationship which I was honest with him about, (identified as bisexual at the time, but was questioning my sexuality). We had some disagreements about it and he would always ask why he couldn't stay over early on in the relationship (~1 month into it). I ended up breaking things off with him after roughly 4 months because I felt like we weren't compatible and also because I had lost my job at the time and was dealing with personal issues on the side (severely depressed, was in therapy for it).
We were friends for a short time after the breakup until things started getting VERY weird. He began circling the road next to my apartment several times per hour EVERY DAY. At the time I considered it strange but had a limited knowledge of technology other than basic CS classes I had taken in the past. The internet would randomly shut off for 30 mins - 1 hour for no reason. I would later find out in the logs the router was being hit with DOS attacks several times per day.
I would also see my documents on Google Drive opened by strange usernames of fake accounts, and eventually had a remote access trojan on my laptop after he sent me photos of us through Google Photos which I suspect he used to infect my computer. He would backspace while I typed, open and close windows, click random things on the screen, and straight up mess with me for several hours per day every day for MONTHS.
Then eventually the computer crashed and would never start again. It was a $1500 Macbook Pro. My new car also mysteriously got something poured in the fuel tank and after a few weeks and several hundreds of dollars of new parts no mechanic could fix the car. My apartment was broken into repeatedly with subtle signs of forced entry but nothing stolen. Examples: Pry marks on the inside of the front door, side door and back door, personal care items like body wash, underwear or bras stolen or moved, coming home to find personal documents like medical records, tax records, and bank info layed out on my bedroom floor shuffled around. I filed police reports each time it happened but couldn't prove it was him.
My car has also been broken into a few times now with my dashcam broken off the mount, hidden under the passenger seat, stick figures taking a dump drawn on my windshield, and nails in my back tire and spare tire. I believe he put a GPS tracker on the car because I have heard someone outside opening and closing the car door but nothing was stolen. So far no mechanic has been able to find a tracker and I couldn't either.
I had to stop using the wifi at my apartment because every device I use on that network gets hacked (multiple different laptops, 2 kindles, and 3 cell phones). I found a keylogger on my M1 Macbook Pro (~$2000) which he also placed persistent malware on and I can not get rid of despite wiping the hard drive 8 times since this January. He defaced my professional website I was trying to use to get a job twice (first time put a pic of nude child and set his hacker username as my bank account number, added a redirect link which I stupidly clicked on and then it downloaded some sort of spyware or RAT onto my device, 2nd time he put up 2 women doing the deed also nude).
He has had remote access to this computer for an unknown amount of time and I can not afford to replace it. My cell phone also booted up into safe mode the next morning and the background was changed on my work/school email account. I tried taking my computer to a repair shop and they claimed if he does have a RAT on it, it is likely hidden on the recovery partition and they weren't able to find it or get it off my computer. This is a $2000 M1 Mac and he already destroyed my previous Macbook Pro which cost me $1500.
I also had to buy a new cell phone after I kept getting creepy phone calls and phishing texts from unknown numbers. When he put the new keylogger on my computer recently I saw where he made a folder which he named the digits of my new phone number. I had just bought a brand new Samsung Galaxy and he already got the new phone number for it and hacked it. He kept enabled the camera and microphone and while I was eating turned on the camera and started recorded me while I was eating. I factory reset the phone and he was still able to control the camera and mic on it.
I have reported him to the FBI IC3 unit 6 times now in the last year and now he is getting cocky about it and knows he will get away with it so he keeps doing it. He knows I am broke with no money and can't afford a new computer, to move away, or to keep buying a new cell phone every month and he seems to get off on trying to destroy my whole life. I have not spoken to him in 3 years now and we do not talk at all. I sent him a FB message telling him to stop explaining to him I have been going through a lot since my sister died a few years ago and just want to be left alone. He keeps doing it and won't stop.
He also recruited my crush who I never mentioned to him to help him with the hacking (my crush is a system admin) and now my crush won't speak to me at all and hates my guts. I have no idea what he said to my crush or how he got them to come after me but they have been going full on nuclear and won't stop. I caught him staking me out a few days ago at the gas station across from a wifi hotspot I was using where he was just sitting there for an extended period of time watching me. Then when I started drive near him he inched his truck like he was thinking about if he was going to follow me or not. He also knows when I come and go at night and drives by my apartment minutes after I get home at different times.
This guy seems to think I owe him something and has a serious problem. He just keeps doing all this and will not stop. While I am not the type of person to do anything crazy back, the police have done nothing and in terms of the hacking there is not a lot they can do. What can I do to at least expose this guy. I don't think he is ever going to stop until he kills me and this has got to stop.

So this is going to be a long post because this issue dates back to 2017-2018.
In 2016 my husband brought home a stray cat that he found at a hotel while working out of town. The cat was being fed by the employees and she was very friendly. Coming up to rub against him meowing and letting him pet her etc. We got her spayed within 2 weeks of having her and got her shots and all other tests that were needed. We already had three cats, one female(Abby), and two males . We kept her separated for about a month and slowly introduced them all to each other. Abby was never an overly affectionate cat with any of the other two cats. However, she did get along with them. Not so with the new cat. There was some mild tension in the form of a couple of swats at each other here and there, but never anything serious. They tolerated each other. Then at the end of 2017 she started peeing outside of her litter box. I had to put a camera around the house to try to figure out which cat was doing it. I saw on the video that she peed on a pair of my husband's blue jeans that he left on the floor of the laundry room and she gave a little meow whenever she was peeing so I thought okay, she must be hurting. I took her to the vet and her urinalysis was fairly normal although the vet said she may have a little bit of inflammation. I told her about the stress between the two female cats and she said it could be stress cystitis. Which is basically a cat stresses themselves out so much that their bladder becomes inflamed. She gave her antibiotics and everything was fine for about a month, when it started again.
At the time we had six litter boxes for the four cats spread out into three different rooms. I tried no less than six different types of litters. All the litter boxes were open at the top...no hood. I tried pheromone sprays, pheromone plug-ins, CBD oil, bachs rescue remedy, calming chews, corn silk d-manose, cantharis, etc. I also tried to retrain her by getting a two-tiered crate and putting her litter box on the bottom floor and her bed on the top floor. I did this for 3 weeks. The first week she stayed in her crate all of the time. Every single time she needed to use the bathroom, she peed in her litter box. every single time. So on the second week I'll let her out into the room. She went back to her litter box in the crate every single time. The third week I'd let her out into the room, even when I was not in there with her. She still used the litter box every single time so I did not think it was litter or litter box aversion. So I'd let her out into the rest of the house little by little. She still used the litter box like a champ. So I could only assume that it was because of my other female cat. The doctor suggested Prozac and I did put her on Prozac at that time. She was on it for at least a year and a half and she was perfect. She did not pee outside the litter box for a year and a half. We moved to a new house in 2019. At that point we only had three cats. My oldest male cat died of cancer in 2018. She still was perfect at going to her litter box even with moving to a new house. Before we moved to the new house we purchased a litter robot. I thought it may help her because she may like a super clean litter box all the time and I worked during the day so I could not scoop it every time after she went to the bathroom. However, I did scoop three to four times a day. And remember she has six litter boxes to choose from. So the cats were all acclimated to the litter robot before we moved to the new house. At the new house We did keep her in a large room to let her get acclimated to the house and she seemed to do fine. When we moved to the new house we had two litter robots. One upstairs one downstairs.
Then at the end of 2020 she started peeing outside the litter box again even while on the Prozac. She had long stopped eating a treat that I would hide the Prozac in. So I had to start using a pill syringe to give her her medicine and that eroded her trust in me and she avoided me when she knew it was time for her to get her medicine. Of course I took her to the vet for another urinalysis and it came back normal. So I did the whole thing of putting her upstairs in a large bathroom with a cat tree in the window and a litter robot and plenty of room to stretch her legs. I did that for 3 weeks and when she came back downstairs she was fine for a few months and then she started peeing outside the litter boxes again. At this time I had one litter robot upstairs and one litter qrobot downstairs. I had cameras around the house and two of them were specifically aimed at the litter boxes. Sometimes she would go inside and poop, leave, then come back 5 minutes later and see that the robot had not cycled and she would turn around and pee in front of it. At that time, the robot was scheduled to rotate 15 minutes after the cat left. I changed that to rotate after 3 minutes. And I noticed that she would then poop, leave, It would rotate and clean and then she would come back and pee inside of the litter robot. So I thought great. Maybe that solved the problem. Maybe she did not like going to pee inside of a litter box that was dirty. Then I thought maybe she did not want to pee in the same litter box that she pooped in at all. So I purchased another litter robot. So then I had two upstairs and one downstairs. She seemed to use them more. She would go at least 2 weeks between episodes of peeing outside of the box. I did not see any conflict while she was in the litter box. Abby usually just avoids her. She will stare at her and I know that that is a form of aggression. But she never did that while she was in the litter box. However, my problem cat, Penelope, would be aggressive toward Abby. She had another urinalysis and blood work done in January of 2023 and everything was normal. So in February of 2023 she peed on a living room rug. It was only a month old. I had enough at that time so I took her and put her upstairs in the bathroom again. She stayed in the bathroom for 2 weeks. I had a camera in there with her. She went almost two days of holding her urine before she finally went inside the litter box. Never once in the 2 weeks did she pee outside the litter box. After those 2 weeks I open the door to let her into the bedroom that was attached to that bathroom. I had the bedroom door closed so she could not get out of that space. I went upstairs three times a day to feed her and to play with her. Our bond returned. It was at this time that I weaned her off of the Prozac. After all, Why use it if she was still peeing inappropriately while on it. Even with her having the bedroom and the bathroom. She still went to the litter robot to pee and poop every single time. Now starts month TWO. I block the entryway at the top of the stairs with a screen door. And I open up the bedroom so that she has the hallway, another bedroom, and another bathroom that also has a litter robot in it. The hallway was a great place for her to run full speed chasing a laser or another kind of toy that I might have. The screen door kept her from going downstairs and it allowed the other two cats to come upstairs to sniff her and hopefully reintroduce the two female cats. So the routine was three times a day, I went upstairs to play with her and to feed her. The entire 2 months she never once peed inappropriately, she used the litter box every single time. So after the 2 months I decided to let her downstairs for a couple of hours. She did well. She sniffed everything, but she never once peed on anything. We have a cat door that leads out to a screened in porch and she went out there for a short time. And then I put her back upstairs. I did this for a week, letting her down a few hours every afternoon when I got home from work. After that week, on a day when I was home all day, I'd let her down all day. She used litter boxes downstairs. She would use litter boxes upstairs. Her and the other female cat didn't seem to care that the other one was in the room. they've always been able to sleep on various pieces of furniture in the same room and it does not seem to bother them at all. In any case, she was 100% perfect for 5 weeks. Using the litter boxes all the time. Then out of the blue, seemingly, she peed on a blanket that had fallen off of our bed. Then a few days later she peed on one of those turbo chaser toys that the center has a cardboard piece in the middle, she peed in the middle part. Then a few days later she peed on the bare floor under the dining room table. I cleaned everything with a good enzyme cleaner and didn't smell anything else. But the next day I thought I smelled something but I could not find where it was coming from. Then I realize I had left a dusting mitt on top of the dining room table. She had gotten on the table and peed on that. So more enzyme cleaner. I emailed my vet in tears telling her that maybe she needed to refer me to a behaviorist or a specialist that could take x-rays, ultrasounds, and whatever test was needed to see if there was anything physically wrong with her bladder. We had only ever done an urinalysis and blood test but we had never taken an x-ray. Not that I think she has stones of any kind because after this many years there would have been blood white blood cells or something to show that she had a physical issue. So while I was waiting on the vet to return my email or call me, I used various calming sprays and calming choose and praised her every time she used the litter box. And she went almost 2 weeks using the litter box again. Then 2 days ago I'm going to my bed and she is underneath my side table peeing on the floor. I didn't mean to but it was an automatic response, I yelled NO! Well she stopped midstream and ran. Then yesterday as I was getting into bed she jumped on the bed and meowed and I pet her and thought that she was coming up to settle down for the night. But no, she went to my husband's side of the bed and peed on top of our comforter. I took it off immediately before it could soak through and of course she ran. Are comforter is white and they're not seem to be any blood in the urine. It was typical yellow, stinky cat urine. So I had no choice but to put her back upstairs in the bathroom again and that is where she is going to have to stay until we can figure out a solution for this problem. Otherwise she is going to destroy my home. When I went upstairs this afternoon to feed her I closed the bedroom door and opened the bathroom door so that maybe I could play with her. She didn't seem interested in playing she walked around meowing....obviously I'm sure she is stressed. So I got on the bed with her she got on the bed and I was petting her She then jumped off the bed and proceeded to walk over to where I had a small box on the floor and she squatted and she peed on the carpet. This does seem somewhat behavioral to a degree, but her peeing in front of me is new and it makes me think she's trying to tell me something. In the past she has always peed while hiding or when I'm not home or when I'm in another room. This time she has peed three times in front of me.
I just wish I could figure out why she all of a sudden became neurotic in 2017 .
Has anyone ever had a cat that peed inappropriately that ended up being a physical issue and not a mental issue? At this point I would love it to be a physical issue because I think that one is obviously much easier to probably fix. A mental issue I feel is much harder especially if medicines do not work.
Some basics about Penelope are: Approximately 8-year-old spayed female
Her diet is all wet food. Including raw lamb, pork, chicken, and a variety of canned foods. I use dry food as treats. So she will sometimes get three or four pieces of small kibble. I would put them in a puzzle and she figured the puzzles out very quickly.
She weighs approximately 13 lb which is too heavy for her. She gained a lot of weight in the last year and a half. And I think I know why now. We have microchip pet feeders for all three cats. So only her microchip will let her into her bowl. However, I noticed a few weeks ago that she will go over to my mail cat's bowl and wait for him to stick his head past the sensor and then push him out of the way and puts her head in there before the door can close over the food. So it's no wonder that she has gained a lot of weight.
She's a diluted calico
Making her an outdoor cat is not an option.
Rehoming her is not an option. No one is going to want a cat that has a pee problem
Putting her down is not an option.
Are there any other kind of test that any of you can recommend besides x-ray, ultrasound, urinalysis, and blood work? The x-ray and ultrasound I definitely want to get. I am definitely willing to do another urinalysis and blood work. I'm just wondering if there's anything else that might be beneficial. I love my vet and don't want to start all over with a new one. She is not the fastest to return my phone calls or emails. She's a mobile vet and that is one of the things that I love. I also love that she does not push me to get unnecessary vaccinations. And I also love that she is receptive to anything that I want to try. In other words, she is not pushy at all, like some other vets that I have gone to. So there is a compromise in that regard. However, going to a specialist is what I would like to do and she will refer me to one when she gets back to me. I would appreciate any constructive advice that anyone can give me. If anyone has any questions they like to ask me to get more information, please ask away. I really do not want to have a cat that I have to regulate to live the rest of their life in one room. It is not good for the cat and it is definitely not good for my quality of life either.
If you've made it to the end, Thank you so much for reading and helping if you can.

I'm a 28F currently dealing with a revenge obsessed ex-boyfriend (36M) who has been stalking me online for at least 2 years now and is hell bent on destroying my life. Basically I was his first GF in 7 years at the time and prior to the girl before me who cheated on him he claimed he never had a GF except girls who thought he looked like Harry Potter in middle school. He is 36 and doesn't have a lot of experience with women so the break up is apparently still difficult for him to process even though its 3 years later and we have not spoken except me asking him profusely to stop doing this stuff.
At the time we were dating a few years ago I was dealing with some identity issues during our relationship which I was honest with him about, (identified as bisexual at the time, but was questioning my sexuality). We had some disagreements about it and he would always ask why he couldn't stay over early on in the relationship (~1 month into it). I ended up breaking things off with him after roughly 4 months because I felt like we weren't compatible and also because I had lost my job at the time and was dealing with personal issues on the side (severely depressed, was in therapy for it).
We were friends for a short time after the breakup until things started getting VERY weird. He began circling the road next to my apartment several times per hour EVERY DAY. At the time I considered it strange but had a limited knowledge of technology other than basic CS classes I had taken in the past. The internet would randomly shut off for 30 mins - 1 hour for no reason. I would later find out in the logs the router was being hit with DOS attacks several times per day.
I would also see my documents on Google Drive opened by strange usernames of fake accounts, and eventually had a remote access trojan on my laptop after he sent me photos of us through Google Photos which I suspect he used to infect my computer. He would backspace while I typed, open and close windows, click random things on the screen, and straight up mess with me for several hours per day every day for MONTHS.
Then eventually the computer crashed and would never start again. It was a $1500 Macbook Pro. My new car also mysteriously got something poured in the fuel tank and after a few weeks and several hundreds of dollars of new parts no mechanic could fix the car. My apartment was broken into repeatedly with subtle signs of forced entry but nothing stolen. Examples: Pry marks on the inside of the front door, side door and back door, personal care items like body wash, underwear or bras stolen or moved, coming home to find personal documents like medical records, tax records, and bank info layed out on my bedroom floor shuffled around. I filed police reports each time it happened but couldn't prove it was him.
My car has also been broken into a few times now with my dashcam broken off the mount, hidden under the passenger seat, stick figures taking a dump drawn on my windshield, and nails in my back tire and spare tire. I believe he put a GPS tracker on the car because I have heard someone outside opening and closing the car door but nothing was stolen. So far no mechanic has been able to find a tracker and I couldn't either.
I had to stop using the wifi at my apartment because every device I use on that network gets hacked (multiple different laptops, 2 kindles, and 3 cell phones). I found a keylogger on my M1 Macbook Pro (~$2000) which he also placed persistent malware on and I can not get rid of despite wiping the hard drive 8 times since this January. He defaced my professional website I was trying to use to get a job twice (first time put a pic of nude child and set his hacker username as my bank account number, added a redirect link which I stupidly clicked on and then it downloaded some sort of spyware or RAT onto my device, 2nd time he put up 2 women doing the deed also nude).
He has had remote access to this computer for an unknown amount of time and I can not afford to replace it. My cell phone also booted up into safe mode the next morning and the background was changed on my work/school email account. I tried taking my computer to a repair shop and they claimed if he does have a RAT on it, it is likely hidden on the recovery partition and they weren't able to find it or get it off my computer. This is a $2000 M1 Mac and he already destroyed my previous Macbook Pro which cost me $1500.
I also had to buy a new cell phone after I kept getting creepy phone calls and phishing texts from unknown numbers. When he put the new keylogger on my computer recently I saw where he made a folder which he named the digits of my new phone number. I had just bought a brand new Samsung Galaxy and he already got the new phone number for it and hacked it. He kept enabled the camera and microphone and while I was eating turned on the camera and started recorded me while I was eating. I factory reset the phone and he was still able to control the camera and mic on it.
I have reported him to the FBI IC3 unit 6 times now in the last year and now he is getting cocky about it and knows he will get away with it so he keeps doing it. He knows I am broke with no money and can't afford a new computer, to move away, or to keep buying a new cell phone every month and he seems to get off on trying to destroy my whole life. I have not spoken to him in 3 years now and we do not talk at all. I sent him a FB message telling him to stop explaining to him I have been going through a lot since my sister died a few years ago and just want to be left alone. He keeps doing it and won't stop.
He also recruited my crush who I never mentioned to him to help him with the hacking (my crush is a system admin) and now my crush won't speak to me at all and hates my guts. I have no idea what he said to my crush or how he got them to come after me but they have been going full on nuclear and won't stop. I caught him staking me out a few days ago at the gas station across from a wifi hotspot I was using where he was just sitting there for an extended period of time watching me. Then when I started drive near him he inched his truck like he was thinking about if he was going to follow me or not. He also knows when I come and go at night and drives by my apartment minutes after I get home at different times.
This guy seems to think I owe him something and has a serious problem. He just keeps doing all this and will not stop. While I am not the type of person to do anything crazy back, the police have done nothing and in terms of the hacking there is not a lot they can do. What can I do to at least expose this guy. I don't think he is ever going to stop until he kills me and this has got to stop.

So this is going to be a long post because this issue dates back to 2017-2018.
In 2016 my husband brought home a stray cat that he found at a hotel while working out of town. The cat was being fed by the employees and she was very friendly. Coming up to rub against him meowing and letting him pet her etc. We got her spayed within 2 weeks of having her and got her shots and all other tests that were needed. We already had three cats, one female(Abby), and two males . We kept her separated for about a month and slowly introduced them all to each other. Abby was never an overly affectionate cat with any of the other two cats. However, she did get along with them. Not so with the new cat. There was some mild tension in the form of a couple of swats at each other here and there, but never anything serious. They tolerated each other. Then at the end of 2017 she started peeing outside of her litter box. I had to put a camera around the house to try to figure out which cat was doing it. I saw on the video that she peed on a pair of my husband's blue jeans that he left on the floor of the laundry room and she gave a little meow whenever she was peeing so I thought okay, she must be hurting. I took her to the vet and her urinalysis was fairly normal although the vet said she may have a little bit of inflammation. I told her about the stress between the two female cats and she said it could be stress cystitis. Which is basically a cat stresses themselves out so much that their bladder becomes inflamed. She gave her antibiotics and everything was fine for about a month, when it started again.
At the time we had six litter boxes for the four cats spread out into three different rooms. I tried no less than six different types of litters. All the litter boxes were open at the top...no hood. I tried pheromone sprays, pheromone plug-ins, CBD oil, bachs rescue remedy, calming chews, corn silk d-manose, cantharis, etc. I also tried to retrain her by getting a two-tiered crate and putting her litter box on the bottom floor and her bed on the top floor. I did this for 3 weeks. The first week she stayed in her crate all of the time. Every single time she needed to use the bathroom, she peed in her litter box. every single time. So on the second week I'll let her out into the room. She went back to her litter box in the crate every single time. The third week I'd let her out into the room, even when I was not in there with her. She still used the litter box every single time so I did not think it was litter or litter box aversion. So I'd let her out into the rest of the house little by little. She still used the litter box like a champ. So I could only assume that it was because of my other female cat. The doctor suggested Prozac and I did put her on Prozac at that time. She was on it for at least a year and a half and she was perfect. She did not pee outside the litter box for a year and a half. We moved to a new house in 2019. At that point we only had three cats. My oldest male cat died of cancer in 2018. She still was perfect at going to her litter box even with moving to a new house. Before we moved to the new house we purchased a litter robot. I thought it may help her because she may like a super clean litter box all the time and I worked during the day so I could not scoop it every time after she went to the bathroom. However, I did scoop three to four times a day. And remember she has six litter boxes to choose from. So the cats were all acclimated to the litter robot before we moved to the new house. At the new house We did keep her in a large room to let her get acclimated to the house and she seemed to do fine. When we moved to the new house we had two litter robots. One upstairs one downstairs.
Then at the end of 2020 she started peeing outside the litter box again even while on the Prozac. She had long stopped eating a treat that I would hide the Prozac in. So I had to start using a pill syringe to give her her medicine and that eroded her trust in me and she avoided me when she knew it was time for her to get her medicine. Of course I took her to the vet for another urinalysis and it came back normal. So I did the whole thing of putting her upstairs in a large bathroom with a cat tree in the window and a litter robot and plenty of room to stretch her legs. I did that for 3 weeks and when she came back downstairs she was fine for a few months and then she started peeing outside the litter boxes again. At this time I had one litter robot upstairs and one litter qrobot downstairs. I had cameras around the house and two of them were specifically aimed at the litter boxes. Sometimes she would go inside and poop, leave, then come back 5 minutes later and see that the robot had not cycled and she would turn around and pee in front of it. At that time, the robot was scheduled to rotate 15 minutes after the cat left. I changed that to rotate after 3 minutes. And I noticed that she would then poop, leave, It would rotate and clean and then she would come back and pee inside of the litter robot. So I thought great. Maybe that solved the problem. Maybe she did not like going to pee inside of a litter box that was dirty. Then I thought maybe she did not want to pee in the same litter box that she pooped in at all. So I purchased another litter robot. So then I had two upstairs and one downstairs. She seemed to use them more. She would go at least 2 weeks between episodes of peeing outside of the box. I did not see any conflict while she was in the litter box. Abby usually just avoids her. She will stare at her and I know that that is a form of aggression. But she never did that while she was in the litter box. However, my problem cat, Penelope, would be aggressive toward Abby. She had another urinalysis and blood work done in January of 2023 and everything was normal. So in February of 2023 she peed on a living room rug. It was only a month old. I had enough at that time so I took her and put her upstairs in the bathroom again. She stayed in the bathroom for 2 weeks. I had a camera in there with her. She went almost two days of holding her urine before she finally went inside the litter box. Never once in the 2 weeks did she pee outside the litter box. After those 2 weeks I open the door to let her into the bedroom that was attached to that bathroom. I had the bedroom door closed so she could not get out of that space. I went upstairs three times a day to feed her and to play with her. Our bond returned. It was at this time that I weaned her off of the Prozac. After all, Why use it if she was still peeing inappropriately while on it. Even with her having the bedroom and the bathroom. She still went to the litter robot to pee and poop every single time. Now starts month TWO. I block the entryway at the top of the stairs with a screen door. And I open up the bedroom so that she has the hallway, another bedroom, and another bathroom that also has a litter robot in it. The hallway was a great place for her to run full speed chasing a laser or another kind of toy that I might have. The screen door kept her from going downstairs and it allowed the other two cats to come upstairs to sniff her and hopefully reintroduce the two female cats. So the routine was three times a day, I went upstairs to play with her and to feed her. The entire 2 months she never once peed inappropriately, she used the litter box every single time. So after the 2 months I decided to let her downstairs for a couple of hours. She did well. She sniffed everything, but she never once peed on anything. We have a cat door that leads out to a screened in porch and she went out there for a short time. And then I put her back upstairs. I did this for a week, letting her down a few hours every afternoon when I got home from work. After that week, on a day when I was home all day, I'd let her down all day. She used litter boxes downstairs. She would use litter boxes upstairs. Her and the other female cat didn't seem to care that the other one was in the room. they've always been able to sleep on various pieces of furniture in the same room and it does not seem to bother them at all. In any case, she was 100% perfect for 5 weeks. Using the litter boxes all the time. Then out of the blue, seemingly, she peed on a blanket that had fallen off of our bed. Then a few days later she peed on one of those turbo chaser toys that the center has a cardboard piece in the middle, she peed in the middle part. Then a few days later she peed on the bare floor under the dining room table. I cleaned everything with a good enzyme cleaner and didn't smell anything else. But the next day I thought I smelled something but I could not find where it was coming from. Then I realize I had left a dusting mitt on top of the dining room table. She had gotten on the table and peed on that. So more enzyme cleaner. I emailed my vet in tears telling her that maybe she needed to refer me to a behaviorist or a specialist that could take x-rays, ultrasounds, and whatever test was needed to see if there was anything physically wrong with her bladder. We had only ever done an urinalysis and blood test but we had never taken an x-ray. Not that I think she has stones of any kind because after this many years there would have been blood white blood cells or something to show that she had a physical issue. So while I was waiting on the vet to return my email or call me, I used various calming sprays and calming choose and praised her every time she used the litter box. And she went almost 2 weeks using the litter box again. Then 2 days ago I'm going to my bed and she is underneath my side table peeing on the floor. I didn't mean to but it was an automatic response, I yelled NO! Well she stopped midstream and ran. Then yesterday as I was getting into bed she jumped on the bed and meowed and I pet her and thought that she was coming up to settle down for the night. But no, she went to my husband's side of the bed and peed on top of our comforter. I took it off immediately before it could soak through and of course she ran. Are comforter is white and they're not seem to be any blood in the urine. It was typical yellow, stinky cat urine. So I had no choice but to put her back upstairs in the bathroom again and that is where she is going to have to stay until we can figure out a solution for this problem. Otherwise she is going to destroy my home. When I went upstairs this afternoon to feed her I closed the bedroom door and opened the bathroom door so that maybe I could play with her. She didn't seem interested in playing she walked around meowing....obviously I'm sure she is stressed. So I got on the bed with her she got on the bed and I was petting her She then jumped off the bed and proceeded to walk over to where I had a small box on the floor and she squatted and she peed on the carpet. This does seem somewhat behavioral to a degree, but her peeing in front of me is new and it makes me think she's trying to tell me something. In the past she has always peed while hiding or when I'm not home or when I'm in another room. This time she has peed three times in front of me.
I just wish I could figure out why she all of a sudden became neurotic in 2017 .
Has anyone ever had a cat that peed inappropriately that ended up being a physical issue and not a mental issue? At this point I would love it to be a physical issue because I think that one is obviously much easier to probably fix. A mental issue I feel is much harder especially if medicines do not work.
Some basics about Penelope are: Approximately 8-year-old spayed female
Her diet is all wet food. Including raw lamb, pork, chicken, and a variety of canned foods. I use dry food as treats. So she will sometimes get three or four pieces of small kibble. I would put them in a puzzle and she figured the puzzles out very quickly.
She weighs approximately 13 lb which is too heavy for her. She gained a lot of weight in the last year and a half. And I think I know why now. We have microchip pet feeders for all three cats. So only her microchip will let her into her bowl. However, I noticed a few weeks ago that she will go over to my mail cat's bowl and wait for him to stick his head past the sensor and then push him out of the way and puts her head in there before the door can close over the food. So it's no wonder that she has gained a lot of weight.
She's a diluted calico
Making her an outdoor cat is not an option.
Rehoming her is not an option. No one is going to want a cat that has a pee problem
Putting her down is not an option.
Are there any other kind of test that any of you can recommend besides x-ray, ultrasound, urinalysis, and blood work? The x-ray and ultrasound I definitely want to get. I am definitely willing to do another urinalysis and blood work. I'm just wondering if there's anything else that might be beneficial. I love my vet and don't want to start all over with a new one. She is not the fastest to return my phone calls or emails. She's a mobile vet and that is one of the things that I love. I also love that she does not push me to get unnecessary vaccinations. And I also love that she is receptive to anything that I want to try. In other words, she is not pushy at all, like some other vets that I have gone to. So there is a compromise in that regard. However, going to a specialist is what I would like to do and she will refer me to one when she gets back to me. I would appreciate any constructive advice that anyone can give me. If anyone has any questions they like to ask me to get more information, please ask away. I really do not want to have a cat that I have to regulate to live the rest of their life in one room. It is not good for the cat and it is definitely not good for my quality of life either.
If you've made it to the end, Thank you so much for reading and helping if you can.

First Chapter
Chapter Eighteen
Chao peered at the holographic display at the front of the landing boat as she talked to an international audience. “Okay, folks! You can now see the Coalition Exploration Bureau’s ship Exultant Finger of Rithro. It’s missing its usual armor configuration; normally, this corvette would have triangular cones of armor at the front and back. But they re-configured that armor material into a shell to prevent us from seeing them as they flew towards Earth. Merely as a precaution; they flipped the shell around a few weeks ago to display their ship to us. They even extended their radiators towards our planet, which to them is a signal of surrender.”
She smiled at Parvati, who floated next to her. “Pretty cool, right?”
“Very cool indeed!” exclaimed Parvati. “So where is the damage?”
Chao pointed. “See these toroidal tanks around the middle of the ship? They hold hydrogen for the ship’s fusion drive, but after tangling with that Breaker some of them got punctured. You can see the holes there, there, and there. That means they’re now limited in how long they can burn the reactor. Plus the FTL drive is now pretty much kaput. It apparently uses a lot of energy.”
Parvati pondered the display. “Faster than light,” she mused. “We need that. After we get the fusion drive technology, of course. Assuming that ever comes out of committee.”
Chao laughed. “Well, that’s why we’re here, right? To show all of humanity what could be ours.”
“Will we go outside? I mean, for real outside?” The actress reached towards the display, halting when she realized there was no physical screen.
“We’ve got pressure suits. Should be okay, we did plan for going out for a few minutes to get some direct video. It’ll be limited in time, those suits aren’t really meant for proper EVAs…”
“Oh, that’s no problem!” said Takh from behind them, causing both women to do the equivalent of a zero-g jump. For someone so big, he somehow managed to just…arrive on the scene. “We’ve got plenty of components on board, we can make you all some proper hardsuits!” He grinned at the camera on Chao’s chest; watching an udhyr grin was an awe-inspiring sight, what with all of the teeth and mandibles. “It’s all snap-together for any body type, it works just like your Legos!”
Parvati, of course, was the first to regain her composure. “Thank you Takh, I’m sure that will be very welcome. One thing has occurred to me; even if our material is successful in allowing you to patch your tanks, you will still require hydrogen to fill them, yes?”
The XO’s cheer didn’t fade. “Of course. We’ll find a nearby ice-containing body and extract us some hydrogen. We already have a few candidates chosen. You can all come and ride along! It should be fun to watch.”
“Yes, very fun.” Parvati met Chao’s eyes in a clear unspoken message of is this guy for real?
A much smaller hand crept its way around Takh’s leather-armored shoulder. “Now, my dear,” said McCoy. “We mustn’t interrupt the PR people. They’re half the reason we’re out here, after all.” She winked at the two other women; both of the latter winked back.
“Oh, of course!” Takh bowed formally to the two. “Forgive me.”
“No worries,” said Chao.
“There is nothing to forgive, my good sir,” replied Parvati with an equally formal bow.
The huge alien and petite corporal vanished, leaving the two women to watch the ship as the boat headed for its docking cradle.
“They are utterly adorable,” said Parvati.
“So are you two,” said Chao.
“Sorry?”
“You and Ravindar. I’m not saying to make your move right now. We’re gonna be on camera for a while, and I know I just made a bunch of people on Earth go squee. But you need to tell him how you feel.”
For once the actress looked flustered. “I…I couldn’t, he’s so brave and strong…”
Chao’s voice sounded out like the slamming of a vault door. “Stop. I had the same problem. I was into someone who was brave and strong. Not as big as Ravindar, but then again few people are. Then I found out he was into me too, but because he thought I was smart. I’m not as smart as he thinks I am, but I’m not going to tell him that.”
Parvati glanced into the rear of the landing boat, where Martinez was in the midst of puttering around with the human and alien crew. The actress now looked thoughtful. “I see.”
“All I’m saying is, you don’t need to be exactly in-sync in terms of what you see in each other.” Chao smiled. “Heck, you might even find out that you’re in-sync in ways you didn’t see coming.”
The dark-haired Indian fixed Chao with a stare. “I sense there is a story somewhere in there that you’re not telling me. Ah well, as you say it can wait until we are all no longer under the camera’s gaze.”
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Master Sergeant Wilkes smiled down at the spidery alien. “Kifa, there’s someone I’d like you to meet. Consider it part of your helping us to train. This person made a living while driving one of the highest, fastest aircraft we’ve ever made.”
“Oooh!” Kifa looked very pleased at the idea. “That’s a good area to focus on! Where orbital mechanics and aircraft mechanics meet.”
“Indeed.” Wilkes nodded at the near door. “You may come in, sir.”
A man walked in, his face stretched taut in the way which only scar tissue can appear.
Kifa peered up at him. “Forgive me, this is probably very insensitive, but…were you injured?”
He laughed. “I sure was! Burned to a fare-thee-well!”
“Oh, I am so sorry!”
He smiled. “No need to be sorry. Hey, do you want a headpat? Word on the street is your species like that sort of thing.”
The xyrax rocked back and forth on its legs. “Well, a human headpat is always welcome….”
The man reached up and wiggled his fingers, making a great show that his pinky had full range of motion. “See this? Pure miracle that I can do that. The surgeon putting my hand back together, just on a whim, decided to put a pin in here so’s that my pinky finger can grasp properly. Good thing too, otherwise I would’ve never made it through the physical training.”
He then reached forth and with that rebuilt hand dispensed quite a few righteous headpats onto Kifa. After a mutual moment of happy bonding, the xyrax spoke again.
“What training were you pursuing?”
“The same thing you and I are gonna be doing for a week or so.” His eyes, narrowed with scar tissue, lit up. “My dear Kifa, I’m gonna make you into a Sled Driver. God willing and the creek don’t rise, we might get to do it for real and not just in the simulators. They’re already pulling a bunch of Blackbirds out of mothballs. Hell, even the Russians are offering us titanium for building new ones. Seems like everybody’s got a fire lit under their kiester.”
Kifa’s eyes, already big and black, got even bigger. “What is a Sled Driver?”
“Why, it’s only the best profession on the planet, my little blue-furred friend. We get to go fast.”
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Joachim regarded the cylindrical, human-sized tank with some trepidation. It looked far too much like a transparent coffin. “You want to stick me in that thing?”
Zawahir nodded. “I know it’s a lot to ask, sir. It is entirely up to you, in the end. But if this works…” He waved at the tank. “If this works, then you will emerge from that tank physically in your twenties.”
They both regarded the tank for a moment, which was full of a clear and, at the moment, a very exclusive liquid.
“Corina too, of course,” said Joachim as he leaned back in his wheelchair. “If it works on me first.” He still wasn’t quite sure where he was; there had been a lot of back-and-forth with planes and whatnot.
“Of course,” said Zawahir. “That goes without saying.”
“Then the two people injured in the DC attack. This will regrow their limbs, correct?”
“Well, naturally.” Zawahir smirked. “They’re the Borlaug Institute’s big publicity stunt, after all. Testing on two people before-hand should be enough to let us know if it’ll work on them.”
“Of course.” Joachim gazed at the tank. “I’ll do it, on one condition.”
“Name it.”
“If…if I don’t come out okay, I want everyone to know that I tried, right? And I do mean everyone. All of humanity.”
“I’m just one person. At the moment, I can only promise that I’ll say what I can.”
After a moment, Joachim nodded. “Then put me in there. I just need to talk to Corina beforehand.”
“Of course, sir.”
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The blue-suited woman with a blonde pony-tail smiled as she stared into the camera. “Welcome to Summit Technologies’s livestream of Point-Counterpoint, I’m Amy Coulson. We are currently talking about and debating the latest announcements in space-based systems. As everyone is aware, this has become a source of great concern in the last month or so.” She nodded to the beige-suited man next to her. “This is Walter Higgins, formerly of TRW and who now works for Northrop-Grumman. Walter, to start with can you tell us what the current status is of the repair effort for the alien craft?”
Walt leaned forward, putting his forearms on the desk in front of them. “Well, the main concern is if the plates we’re providing for patching will actually work. So only one of the Rithro’s boats was launched…the one with Chao Me Chu and Parvati Devdhar, they’re towing the fifteen-ton loft provided by ULA to avoid wasting too much energy. Just in case the patching doesn’t work.” He winked at the camera. “I assure you, as someone in the aerospace industry, ULA is going to be very proud of that for a good long while. Anyways, at the moment, they are approaching the L5 point and we should be able to get some spectacular pictures of, well, everything. Of the Earth from near the Moon’s orbit, of the Moon itself, and most importantly of the Rithro.”
Amy nodded in a comradely fashion, but Walt was not fooled. He’d dealt with reporters before. “Sounds intriguing, and I’m sure everyone on Earth looks forward to such sights. But mere patching will not be enough to solve the ship’s issues, correct?”
He sighed. “You’re right. One of the ship’s fusion engines was damaged, and that limits their top speed. Think of it as…you’re a big ocean liner with three propellers, and one goes down. You might still be able to steer using just the other two, but you’re not going to be as effective or fast as you might be.”
“Effective,” she mused. “I suppose that our helping fix their fusion drive is among those bits of alien tech currently prohibited?”
“Yes. I have heard some rumors that the Borlaug Institute in Iceland has had some great initial success, so I hope that soon we will be able to tackle the fusion drive problem.”
She stared at him a bit, which he knew was a bit of theatricality. “Such a repair would make them more capable against these so-called ‘Breakers’, correct?”
“So-called? Now, Amy. Don’t tell me you’re agreeing with those lunatics?”
In the weeks since the simultaneous attacks, a few manifestos had cropped up online. All mostly spouted the same nonsense; at least, nonsense in Walt’s eyes. They all said the same thing; that the Breakers were fake. That this whole rigamarole was a false flag effort by the Coalition, one intended to get all of humanity under their thumb.
“I don’t agree with them,” said Amy, to her credit. “I’m merely stating the other side of the conflict. Yes, I think most people agree that there is an alien ship up at the L5 point which has been grievously damaged. I do trust the evidence of my eyes. I’m sure our two…”
“Five.”
“…five brave souls heading out to that very point at L5 will see exactly the same thing as the Hubble did. But. Have you considered, just for the sake of argument, that evidence of an attack is not evidence of Breakers? Perhaps this is some local dispute, and the crew has set up some sort of fake attack. They could intend to use us as shock troops to settle it.”
Walt leaned back in his chair as he went through the longest twenty seconds of his life. He knew things, thanks to his role. He also knew that if he spoke them aloud he would be burning his entire career right down to the waterline. “That is somewhat possible. But not probable.”
She leaned forward, as if sensing she had him on the ropes. “Why?”
“Because they didn’t need to.” His gray eyes were calm as he stared at her and measured his words. “Do you have any notion, any single clue, of the firepower that ship possesses?”
“Um…well, no, that part’s still classified.”
“I will give you a hint. They have a spinal railgun that could, with around three shots, turn any metropolitan area on earth into a molten crater. They have nuclear-tipped missiles, even one of which could burn a city to the ground. They didn’t need to play nice, Amy. Those aliens could have stood off in orbit, smacked a few cities, and then gotten on the radio to dictate terms of our surrender. We’d have no choice but to comply.”
He stared daggers at her, half expecting some black-suited guys with earpieces to jump in and haul him away. But nothing happened, it was as if the world was holding its breath. “They did their very best to treat with us fairly, to treat us as equals.”
Amy looked away. “I…I hope that is true.”
“It is.” He glanced behind his shoulder for any Men In Black, but nobody was there so far. Maybe he should continue. He assumed a smile, one which he did not feel. “Anyways. We will see what they see, when they get there. There is, also, the international consortium’s proposal for the Sea Dragon.”
The reporter rallied, clearly grateful for the change in subject. “Ah, yes. You’ve reviewed the designs of this craft. Is it really necessary?”
“At the moment, yes. Starship holds a great deal of promise, but they’re still trying to crack the reusability and multiple-refueling issue. This design does permit reusability…of the first stage, if nothing else…but it isn’t strictly necessary for success. Success, in this case, consists of tons to orbit.”
“Why something so big, though? Won’t it be an issue?”
He chuckled, feeling surer of himself. “That’s why we’re launching it in the ocean, in the middle of nowhere.”
She actually looked troubled, so he figured he’d throw her a bone. “The first launch won’t have anything…controversial.”
“But Walt, the second launch is the issue! Nobody has launched this much radioactive material into space.”
“We need to, Amy,”
“But on an almost untested rocket? From a design which is decades old?”
“We have top people on it,” said Walt. “Including people from that era, who know exactly the pitfalls and also have access to modern technology.”
“Which people?”
“It’s still secret as to their identities. But like I said, I can confirm rumors that the Borlaug Institute is already paying significant dividends.”
Amy rolled her eyes. “Over a billion dollars funneled into a figurative black hole in Iceland. Why would you believe anything they say?”
“They’re going to have some serious proof soon,” said Walt.
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Iceland. Joachim had never, ever expected to visit Iceland. But yet here he was…again. He stood with no cane, with nothing supporting him but his own two legs. He stared at a nearby volcanic massif, one covered with green lichen. The spring was coming in, and the ground around him was similarly strewn with fuzzy green growth. His beard and hair were now coming in dark again, with only a hint of gray at the tips to betray his true age.
He heard some light-footed steps coming up the trail behind him. It must be Zawahir.
“Why the hell am I back in Iceland?” Joachim replied.
"This is where the tech is, at least for the moment. How are you feeling, sir?”
“I feel…like my old self, Zawahir. I forgot what it was like to have knees that don’t hurt anymore. How is Corina’s, er, ‘tanking’ proceeding?”
“Very well, sir. I am overseeing the procedure of her ‘tanking’ myself, I just wanted to come and let you know that everything is looking good.”
Joachim looked down at the back of his hand. It was no longer wrinkled, no longer showed a welter of age spots. “When?”
“She should be out in…seventy-two hours. That’s how long it took you.”
“Good to know.” He turned to face Zawahir. “My friend, I am going to need every single internet connection you have for the next seventy-two hours. I have a lot of design work to take care of in that time frame; I will need to have a lot of meetings using those oh-so-clever ‘online’ apps. I’ll be indisposed after that.”
“Sir?”
Joachim stepped forth and placed a newly-strong hand on Zawahir’s shoulder. “My dear Zawahir. I am now physically twenty again. In the next three days my wife, the love of my life and she who I hold dear above all else, will also emerge from your magic alien goo and she will also be physically twenty years old. What do you think will happen after she is thus reborn?”
Zawahir’s eyes widened. “Oh. OH! Yes, of course. Please, follow me.”
Joachim chuckled to himself as he followed the man towards the low-roofed buildings of the Borlaug Institute in the distance.
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Chao was now clad back in her pressure suit; fortunately, the aliens were quite adept at helping the humans back into their cloth-and-glass cocoons. She looked over at Parvati. “Neil can bite us.”
Parvati grinned. “For sure. Neil was a very great man, but sadly he never got to see an alien starship.”
Chao checked the readout at her wrist, ensuring that she was indeed sealed up and pressurized. She looked over at her four fellow humans, and received nods in return. “We’re go, Captain Sadaf.”
The on-board crew of the Rithro were now back in their chromed, faceted hardsuits. “Depressurizing,” said Sadaf. “Please monitor those to either side, sing out if you see any stress.”
Chao reminded herself to breathe normally as things just got…quiet. Very quiet. She managed, through sheer willpower, to not have an utter panic attack as she realized that there was nothing between her and a life-sucking nothing except for a few layers of fabric and plastic.
She glanced over at Parvati, who looked to be also in the midst of trying (and fortunately succeeding) at combating her own panic attack behind her Plexiglas helmet. “Doing okay?” asked Chao, and immediately felt like an idiot for asking such a stupid question.
Still, Parvati nodded. Chao felt a tap at her shoulder, and looked over at Martinez. The corporal grinned at her from behind his own transparent head-cocoon. “Doing okay?” he asked with just the right bit of cheekiness.
Chao slapped his shoulder, but it was a playful slap. “Dipshit.” She forgot, in the moment, that she was begin transmitted live to the world. Her curse was thus broadcast to pretty much every kid on the planet, who then gleefully repeated her curse-word until they all got smacked by their parents.
She didn’t know that at the time, her entire world was the airlock door that now opened to reveal…black.
Utter black.
Chao had enough experience in zero-g maneuvering to push herself towards the door. “Oh. Man. Folks, this is it. Gonna step outside, for at least a little bit.”
She could feel both Martinez on one side and Sadaf on the other. The latter figured; the captain struck Chao as a ‘lead from the front’ type.
“Grip the frame,” said Sadaf. Through the translator bead her voice was deadly calm. “No big muscle movements, just kind of…drift where you want to go.”
Chao obediently swung herself up and out of the boat, reveling in the fact that now she was seeing the Exultant Finger of Rithro in real time. The long ship stretched alongside a clamshell-like shield, its radiators stretched out towards the Earth in a gesture of surrender.
Speaking of which…
Chao kept a firm hold on the doorframe as she looked behind her. A small, fragile, blue-and-white marble floated before her, a sphere which looked to be the size of her thumb-tip held at arm’s length. Chao did so with her free gloved hand, watching her thumb occlude that fragile-loooking sphere. And in that moment, her world was completely changed.
It is one thing to know a fact. It is one thing to meet aliens, to accept that they are from oh so very far away, that your world is but one little dust mote drifting in the vast and limitless cosmic ocean. But it is quite another to see that fact laid bare before you, where you can witness it in real-time through nothing but a Pexiglas helmet. Chao now knew. Everyone she’d ever known, everyone she’d ever heard of, every king or warlord or emperor or internet celebrity who anyone had ever heard of had lived down there, upon a sphere that looked to her like the most ephemeral of soap-bubbles. She had the crazy notion that she could just reach out one gloved finger and pop it.
She also knew that millions, perhaps billions, were watching this live via her bodycam. Perhaps they were going through the same epiphany.
Her breath caught in her throat, and she knew she was on the verge of tears. No, that was a bad thing. She was in freefall; there was no way for those tears to stream down her face. They would just collect over her eyes and blind her. So Chao breathed in deep and managed to tamp down those threatened tears.
“Chao?” called out Sadaf through her comm. “Are you all right?”
“I’m good, Captain. Just…next time…, we send up a poet.”
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Shaw hated, hated, hated having to use a wheelchair to get around. Most of the time he could wheel himself around using his substantial arms, but every so often the nursing staff would try to get oh so helpful and try to push him towards where he was going. Several of them had nearly lost limbs of their own thanks to such efforts.
Still, he was alive and that was a good thing. Although…watching Agent Milton Vila and his family, who were nearby as he went through his own convalescence, made Shaw reevaluate his life choices. It would be nice to have a wife and kid to hug while one went through the worst thing ever. But he was too old, such things were well behind him. While on autopilot, Shaw wheeled himself down the tiled and very off-white hallway with a sour air. One which told the entire staff that he was Not To Be Disturbed. He was thinking of a particular girl, one with the cutest pigtails and the sunniest smile. Yeah, she would have been the one, if he’d had his head on straight back then.
And then, in spite of his ‘Fuck the Fuck Off energy’, someone did block his path.
He stared at a pair of narrow legs, clad in narrow pants, then looked up with a distinct lack of humor. “I do believe you are in my way.”
The dark-skinned man blocking his path smiled, but it was a gentle smile. “I am. But, I am very sure you will want to hear my offer. Both you and Agent Vila.”
Shaw regarded him with gimlet eyes. “Oh, really? What’s your name?”
“I’m Zawahir Ibn Harith. I am the head of the…”
“I don’t give a single solitary fuck,” said Shaw. “I’ve had plenty of people trying to get me to tell them my life story since I got my leg removed with extreme prejudice. I don’t know how you got in here, but you strike me as someone just like them, Harith. So. I may be minus one leg, but I can still fuck you up but good. I can fuck you up so bad you’ll never shit right again. Do you wanna get out of my way now?”
The man’s smile didn’t change. “Borlaug Institute.”
“What. Really?”
“Really, sir. Both you and Agent Milton Vila. It sounds…very cynical, but you were the two that we wanted to heal first. As an object lesson to humanity. Do you understand?”
The notion made Shaw’s mind reel. “Heal?”
“Fully. We have successfully restored two people to the prime of life, and we are now certain that we can do the same for you and Agent Vila. With all of your limbs intact. We have done a great many tissue-sample experiments, and it appears that the regeneration also re-grows limbs.”
Shaw looked down at his missing lower leg. “And you’ll do the same for Milton?”
“Of course, sir.”
“Stop calling me sir, I work for a living. Call me Mack.”
“Very well…Mack. I won’t lie to you, this has been planned well in advance. But it turned out that limb re-growth for humans also unlocked certain regeneration within our cells, particularly the telomeres…”
Shaw held up a meaty hand. “Just…I’m a dumb grunt in such matters, don’t bother to tell me how it works. So you have some kind of magic goo that you slather over me and hey presto I’m twenty again?”
“That is more or less the shape of it, si…Mack. You will need to be immersed in the ‘magic goo’ for at least three days. Perhaps more, since this will also be regenerating a limb.”
“Either way, I go first,” said Shaw, with a flinty glare up at Zawahir. “I’m the test subject, and you need to test me good after I get re-birthed from your goop. I know you said you’d done it on two people, but we need to make sure this doesn’t give me some kind of bullshit super-cancer before Milton goes in. He’s got a wife and a kid. If he has to use a prosthetic instead of magic alien goo, then he has to use that instead. Understand?”
Zawahir gave Shaw a little bow. “Of course. I do believe you are quite the appropriate test subject.”
“Oh, go fuck yourself. Where is this shindig taking place, anyway?”

Can anyone point me in the direction to stream the Germany Rock am Park show! I watched it live and it was incredible but all I can find are cell phone videos. I know someone either screen recorded or can send me a link or something, I’m dying. Thanks guys! June 16th I see my first show after 28 years in Pelham, AL 🤘🏼

Europe has things like the Fairphone or Shiftphone, but does anyone know about a phone that is designed to be repairable by the end user that works well and is available in the USA?

Bonjour à toutes et à tous, je suis genderfluid AMAB, je m'appelles Cassandre dans mon girl mode, j'ai 26 ans et je suis complètement perdue par rapport à où j'en suis. Pour la faire courte (spoiler : ça va pas l'être), je suis militaire depuis 5 ans, je couve une dépression depuis un long moment (pas liée au boulot mais des fois ça aide pas) et je me suis ouverte à mon côté féminin depuis environ 2 ans. Je suis out auprès de beaucoup de mes amis proches et auprès de ma famille proche (ça c'est bien passé avec mes amis très ouverts même avec des potes très à droite mais avec mes parents c'est tabou depuis que je leur en ai parlé). Depuis six mois, je sors avec une femme trans lesbienne que j'ai un peu catfish 😅 (mes profils d'app de rencontre c'est Cassandre mais je suis jamais sortie en femme du coup, j'ai réussi à sortir avec elle en homme). Seulement voilà, dernièrement je vais de moins en moins bien par rapport à de multiples facteurs dans ma vie. Ça va du manque de reconnaissance au travail, les traumas familiaux refoulés, les soucis que j'entretiens avec le pron et l'onanisme, j'en passe et des meilleures. En janvier, j'ai eu une grosse prise de tête avec mon père quand je lui ai appris pour ma copine et depuis, le masque que j'entretenais pour sauver les apparences craque. J'ai très souvent les larmes aux yeux, je détestes mon corps, j'ai plus envie de faire du sport, etc. Dernièrement, c'est aussi devenu compliqué vis à vis de ma copine et l'une des raisons qui est ressortie de sa part était qu'elle se demandait si elle était bi ou lesbienne ce qui dans ma tête a sonné comme un coup de canon sur un oeuf. Depuis, j'ai l'impression de n'être heureuse qu'en girl mode ou quand je suis dans une activité qui occupe totalement mon esprit ou mon corps. J'ai eu quelques moments que ma copine a rapporté à de la dysphorie, etc. Mais je suis perdue car d'un côté j'ai l'impression que mon mode de vie où je passais en girl mode selon mes envies fonctionnait très bien, que c'est mon attachement à ma copine qui parle et que de toute façon, j'ai bien trop peur de parler de transition à une partie de mon entourage. Et de l'autre, j'ai une partie de moi qui hurle :"Transitionnes !" (Je me suis achetée un blahaj, c'est dire 🤣), que je pourrais être une personne bien plus heureuse en tant que transfem et que j'en ai rien à foutre des autres (ce qui est loin d'être faux mais pas pour les gens chers à mon coeur). Voilà voilà, merci à celles et ceux qui auront eu le courage de me lire. Je cherches pas à avoir une réponse tranchée sur ce que je dois faire mais juste des gens qui pourraient m'aider à y voir plus clair de par leur expérience. Je cherches pas un psy non plus, j'en ai déjà un et il est très cool. Bisous à toutes et à tous.

So I'm not talking about throttling or anything, I'm talking about the OP7pro acting odd in hot temperatures. To give you some backstory:
I bought the OP7pro like 1-2 years ago somewhere in February to replace my dead S10+. All year it worked amazing until summer came, now in the Netherlands summers can get hot but not too much, although my OP7pro already started showing some odd signs like screen not responding. I then went on vacation to Morocco where it can get very hot and humid and that's, if I remember correctly, where the problems started. Screen not responding etc.
When I came back from my vacation to Morocco it was still very hot and when I was in the attic it would often give me warnings that the phone was too hot. It started acting weird, screen unresponsiveness and even complete black outs until my phone literally died. It was already showings various signs before tho.
I thankfully got it repaired, but now that temperatures are increasing here again my phone is acting weird again. Screen often not responding, and this is just the first day of the actual summer days. I was wondering if you guys had the same problem.
Tldr: phone acting weird when in hot climates.

Like many people with ADHD, as a child I was forced to take an active role in learning how to be socially adept, how to read people, how to connect easier, how to understand and respect others' boundaries/comfort/space.
I have a ton of electronics repair experience, I've worked at many cell phone repair places, and I just got a job as a manager of a new location in a small business. Because it's a fairly new company, for the next few months it's looking like I will be doing very few repair jobs, and instead I'm the sole person responsible for making sales at this location, selling unlocked phones and phone plans.
This is a fantastic opportunity for me. I've never had a managerial job before, but I felt confident that I knew the industry enough to navigate the responsibilities of the job. HOWEVER, my personality and heavily-prided social skills are all geared towards allowing people their own space, allowing people to be in control of the flow of conversations, allowing people to make their own decisions and to have patience when I might have an answer or sentence queued up while someone is thinking.
So far, I feel like an absolute failure in the sales industry. I am doing my best to learn the tactics, learn how to smoothly upsell, how to find options that benefit both customers and company. I don't even feel scummy with the concept of sales, as the owner of the company/person who hired me, is authentically a non-scammy person who is just trying to maintain a healthy business and grow as much as possible.
Yet, no matter what I try, even when I'm anticipating that I might lock up in a sales pitch when a person balks, even when I prepare myself to be pushy or convincing or whatever, I simply can't keep my wits about me. I give up the chase too quickly, I wuss out of upselling or adding accessories, I continue to try and cut deals or make allowances *when they're honestly not needed*.
This job is a great opportunity, even if I don't stick with it, the longer that I can show that I worked as a manager on my resume, the more opportunities I have going forward. I have talked with the owner about how I used to feel bad about sales because I feel like I'm digging for customer's money, but he worked with me to change my perspective, and see it in a new light: If a customer is better off, if they have the means, then it's simply smart to give them greater options. If a customer has a tight wallet, it's okay to cut deals or even outright sell products below cost, where we're losing money in order to help a customer out.
Does anyone have insight or advice on how I can fight my social nature and improve in this way? I can't stand the idea that I lose out on future repair opportunities, future managerial opportunities, not to mention the income, all because I couldn't do sales.

After rezzing in BGs, occasionally, my character cannot interact with anything. I can't click on the portal to teleport back to the fight. When I cast spells, no animation is shown. It feels almost as if I am stuck in a permanent lag spike.
After a few mins, even though I am moving around on my phone, I get the AFK warning. Restarting the game does not fix this.
And at the end of the fight, I don't get a victory/loss screen. Nothing happens when the match is over. I see other players leave the instance, but I cannot. If I click on the exit icon next to the mini-map, I get a warning saying I am going to be penalized for leaving a game.
I have lost so many BGs because of this.
Is anyone else experiencing this bug?
EDIT: Problem solved. I was missing some assets. There is a Repair Client button on the DI main screen. After clicking that button, it started to download 1.2gb worth of missing assets.
EDIT2: Actually problem is not solved. Same problem even after repairing the client and downloading all the assets.