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We are seeking a middle/high school science teacher to join us for the 2023-24 academic year, beginning late August 2023. The teacher is responsible for teaching the following classes:
- General Science 9 - General Science 10 - Biology 11 - Biology OR Chemistry OR Physics 12 - an additional class or mentor position TBD
We offer small class sizes, paid vacations, and a competitive salary based on experience. The ideal candidate holds an F-class visa (or is a Korean national), has teaching experience, and is a certified educator (or is enrolled in a certification program).
Working Conditions:
- Working hours: Monday to Friday from 8:15AM to 4:00PM - Staff Meetings: usually two Wednesdays each month, from 3:40 to 4:40PM - Supervision: one or two lunch recesses during the week
Benefits:
- Salary ranges from KRW 2.4-3.8 million depending on experience, degrees, and teaching license/credential - Paid winter, spring, and summer vacation (12 weeks per year) - No sports coaching or after-school programs, no mandatory winter or summer camps, no weekends - Organically-based lunches (provided free of charge at the school's cafeteria) - Tuition waiver for children - Small class sizes (less than 15) - Medical insurance, severance, pension - Teaching contracts can be renewed for additional years of employment - Key money loan of up to KRW 10 million to secure housing
Please email a cover letter and resume with at least two professional references ASAP, as we hope to fill this position soon!
To apply, email [[email protected]](mailto:[email protected])

Demographics: White, F, non-competitive HS, $55k income, dead parent, TX
Stats:

• 4.0 UW, 103 W
• top 5%
• 1520, 760V 760M
• good but not superb rigor--took level history courses fresh/soph year and level language courses
• 10 total AP/DE and I only took DE if there wasn't an AP option

ECs:

• debate captain of 3 yrs
• FBLA club prez and founding member,
  • founded late so looks kinda "for college apps" but it's one of the biggest clubs on campus which I think gives it credibility
• student council officer
• fostering cats and dogs, like 600 hours minimum
• UIL academic team member
• eBay shop where friend and I resell stuff from estate sales
• minecraft server gamer god, got top 100 world at two different hypixel games
  • covid moment lol
• enough other stuff to fill EC list

Awards:

• UIL state champ at [non-stem event]
  • people not from TX dunno what UIL really is but just trust it's like a mainstream public school competition thing, ppl who get champ across events usually go to T20s or equivs
• Top 100 world minecraft game #1
• Top 100 world minecraft game #2
  • these are both pretty permanent ranks btw, not like League where it's gone in a week
• HoCo Court lol
• some student merit awards at my school for being good at my science classes

I'm trying to do either public policy or polisci and double it up with compsci. My angle will probably have something to do with boomers in politics having no clue how tech works, a la Zuckerberg senate hearing, and wanting to change that by being in law/policy and able to properly understand programming intricacies. Idk if I actually wanna do that or not, but it's probably my best way in.
Open to LACs and regular universities. Not open to tech schools. Not open to OOS publics, can't afford. Anyone have ideas for reaches that I could believably get into?

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Hey everyone. I was laid off from my prior job august 22 and recently got hired on remotely for a healthcare tech company as a customer service associate.
During new hire training (which lasted 6 weeks, technically 5, since week 6 we are by ourselves), we are told if we have to go to the bathroom, just switch the Salesforce status to "on break." We are also told that all company policies (PTO, break times, holidays, etc) would be reviewed at the very end during our meetings with our managers (technically week 7).
We are told we get (2) paid 15 min breaks and (1) unpaid hour lunch. Which is fine, my last job was similar. (But it was paid 30min lunch).
During the last 3 weeks (I'm in week 7 right now) I get a DM from my manager stating I've gone over my paid 30min break time like 3 times (at least once a week from him). Confused, I ask my trainer about this and she is not aware of going over as we are told in training not to worry about it.
I had a one on one meeting with my manager and he explains that if we go to the bathroom, anytime spend should be deducted from one of our 15 min breaks. So if I step away between calls to pee since I'm trying to stay hydrated, and am in the bathroom for 3min for example, my break is now 12min long. It is conflicting because I said I was trying to stay hydrated and he said, "oh well of course we want you to drink water and we're all human. So I don't want you feel like you need to keep a stopwatch when walking away."
HOWEVER the follow up after that statement is: "just deduct however much time you are away from your work station from your break. Don't go over your alotted 30min of break a day."
I lowkey had a little anxiety about it because in any previous position I've had, you could just go use the restroom and also have your regular breaks?
Additionally we were told if we have a tough call that "hey, were human go take care of yourself after." Which just happened for me for the first time today. But before I even thought about stepping away for a quick deep breathing session, I asked my manager if we had to deduct that time too and, of course, he said we do. So I was like "I'll just wait for my break."
This is all on top of the fact that they don't review any break, PTO, holiday policies until Friday of week 7. But I'm already being called out once a week on a policy that was never officially reviewed.
I'm not looking for any snide comments about how I could be a snowflake or anything. I'm honestly curious if anyone else has experienced this. If so, what did you do? Did you talk to the team? Did you quit? This just seems so micromanaging and fake to me. I get needing to police remote employees to reduce taking advantage of breaks. But I feel like there should be a better way to allow bathroom breaks and breathing breaks if needed. I'm also looking to get out of the customer service field. Any tips would be appreciated.....I'm just one person in a sea of millions looking for some kindness is all....it's been a rough couple weeks. Thanks for your time.

Some random thoughts on where they can take the story assuming they are given the chance to have season 2 (or more).
They already started kind of big with the Akrida, which is a multiversal threat. It was necessary to have one so that it could be linked to the main show, but the con of it is that the threat of the Akrida was not properly built up. They only had 13 episodes, and there were a lot of things not explored fully with the Akrida--have they already destroyed other universes? Did they originally have a queen? How did Joan Hopkins convince the Akrida to make her their queen? Was she already powered up with monster essences before she faced the Akrida? The described ability also did not match what we got on screen as there was not enough room to display their full power. How can they erase an entire universe when they seemed to be physical creatures rather than spiritual or higher-dimensional powerhouses? Anyway, it's unlikely we'll get more information on them as they were already destroyed.
Another challenge for this is that the next theoretical seasons are railroaded into something bigger (as we have seen in the main show, they had to keep coming up with a stronger and/or older threat almost every season). Sure, they can focus on smaller threats and stick to monsters-of-the-week, but I'm not sure that will be the case. When Supernatural did this, it was to set-up a new mytharc (i.e., season 6 and 12) that will eventually lead to a big bad whose plans span multiple seasons.
Assuming the next seasons will choose to double-down on multiversal threats, I think these are some potential narrative arcs they could take
Multiversal Men of Letters
Supernatural kept the Men of Letters in the background. There were few weak attempts to "revive" the organization, but it ultimately stayed defunct. Its legacy members have either died, become renegades (i.e., Magnus), splintered off to new goals (i.e., season 13 "The Thing"), or chose a different path (i.e., Sam and Dean remained hunters; Sam started picking up witchcraft). Since the Men of Letters seems to have a heavier presence on The Winchesters, I'm hoping Monster Club becomes more active in attempting to restore the organization until eventually, they even reach out to MoL from other universes so they could alert each other of existential threats. It doesn't have to be a tight-knit alliance, but at least some form of communication.
Wayward Sisters
We already know Jack restored the multiverse, and we have characters established to travel to other AUs. The dreamwalker Kaia could have her own arc and join the story, which opens up the possibility of having some of the Wayward Sisters continue part of their story through The Winchesters.
Ada and Rowena: New Coven?
It's very interesting to me that Ada has her skillset almost completely tied to plants. She definitely has a lot more room to grow as a druidic witch to differentiate her from the other witches/magic practitioners we have seen. I would be very interested to see if Rowena from this universe can establish a coven that perhaps have their own goals but work with the MoL in case of powerful threats.
The Empty
I think the Empty can still return as a huge threat. It was never really properly quelled in Supernatural. It could easily still harbor hate towards Jack, who not only exploded in the Empty's domain, he now also has the power of Chuck, who frustrated the Empty for meddling with its domain. So it can be the mastermind of a long game as part of its vendetta.

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So I had a trip planned to Miami to celebrate one of my college friend's bachelor party that my boyfriend knew about this past weekend. He asked when was I leaving and I told him last Wednesday. He ended up booking a trip to "California" on the same day and we were to get back on the same day, which was this past Sunday. He has a residence in California and Texas, so he has clothes, shoes, everything he needs already there. So red flag #1 for me was when I saw him pack a huge suitcase. I looked and wondered why would he do that, but didn't think anything of it. He was also talking to himself as he was packing saying that he was going to take some shorts to Cali (probably doing this to cover himself on why he's packing heavy; he NEVER packs heavy for trips to Cali). He landed about 10 hours before I did. I video called him once he landed and I could see he was at the airport. So I ask him was he going to have a friend pick him up or a Lyft. He said he was going to have his homeboy pick him up. I was like alright. After I landed in Miami that night, I let him know I made it. I tried to video call him on Google Meet (I'm an iPhone user and he's an Android user) he did not answer and it was about 12...1am in the morning, meaning it would've been 9...10pm Cali time. I receive a notification about 30 mins after I called him from Google Meet stating if I wanted to call him back again. Now in the past, he has told me that when you receive that notification, that means that you looked at the missed call. So at this point, I'm like he saw me call. Moving along, he calls me back around 3...4am, which is about 3 hours behind for Cali. He says I'm lucky he had to get up to pee while he was sleep (he did not video call me back, he called regular) and we talked for a few. I knew something was off that first night. So over the next few days, things didn't seem or feel right. I would call. He wouldn't answer, he'd call me back a few hours later or act like he never got my call. He would text, instead of calling me back. Every time he would video call, it was either in a bathroom, which didn't look like his bathroom in Cali or outside. Which outside didn't even seem right because he has a townhome. If he was sitting in the front of the townhome like he said he was, I would've been able to see it from the back, but I could see nothing. It was pitch black...and it was 9pm EST my time and 6PM his time, meaning it was still sunny in Cali! And earlier this day, he sent me screenshots of his phone screen trying to show me that he was having issues calling me. I looked at his time and it was only an hour behind me, meaning he had to have been somewhere in CST. I asked him about it and he had nerve to say that his phone was acting up and it didn't update when he landed in Cali. (LIE) I mentioned about it being pitch black at 6pm in Cali and he had nerve to say that it gets dark around that time. I knew that was a lie because I've been to Cali several times and it was always still light out and I also texted my friend that lives in Cali and he also confirmed it was still sunny. So I mentioned all of this to him and he had nerve to try and get mad at me for accusing him of lying, knowing darn well he was lying. He lied about him riding his bike (he has a motorcycle, car, and truck out in Cali) to some lounge he went to in Hollywood. He stayed out late, called me the next morning and was like let me get a little bit more sleep and I'll call you back when I wake up. He called back an hour later and said he was at a restaurant in Hollywood. He gave me the name of it, I googled it. Now he lives in Anaheim...that's an hour drive. So you mean to tell me he went back to sleep and was able to get up, get ready to drive back out to Hollywood to go to a restaurant? I knew that was a lie. He called me while he was at the restaurant and was sounding so happy and cheery. He said he'd call me back. I knew something was up so I called him back like 10 minutes later just to see if he would answer because why wouldn't you if you're at a restaurant by yourself. Do ya'll know he didn't answer the first time, so I called back a second time he answered and his tone was so different and he was talking so slow and short. That let me know that he was with someone because why were you so happy a second ago before you got to your table? Some other stuff happened, but fast forward to Sunday. I asked him what airport he was flying out of and he said LAX and he was flying with Frontier (LAX doesn't even have Frontier). He also gave me the time he was leaving which was 3:42pm. Now we both were supposed to land at 6...7pm in Texas. If he's leaving LA at 3:42pm, that's a 3 hour flight, then you have to add 2 more hours because of the time change. I looked up all flights that would be landing in Texas and none from Cali, but San Diego was on there. And one from Cancun. I found all of his flight information. So we both land in Texas. He ended up still being on the plane and he had nerve to say that he had to go through customs. I asked why, he said he didn't know, they're doing some weird inspection. I could not believe my eyes at all of the lies I was reading. So I confront him about it once he comes out of the International Arrival section at the airport and he has nothing to say. He proceeds to give me some bs story about how no one was supposed to know he was there and he was there on business for his family...blah blah. We don't follow each other on social media, but I could see that he posted all weekend long on Snapchat. So if people weren't supposed to know you were there, why are there posts at all? He sent me 2 videos of him at a lounge and I was able to figure out in 5 minutes what bar it was! I also found his resort receipt and it had that 2 guests were staying there. He also did a boat tour and took a picture. I asked about the 2 guests and he was like it always say 2 guests when you book somewhere, man please. I have always changed mine to 1 when I book online. And most times we were on the phone during the trip, it seemed as if he would always have to go outside or be in the bathroom. I also asked him to see his snaps, but he wouldn't show me anything, which shows that clearly there will be incriminating evidence on there.
TL; DR I've never been lied to like this before. I won't say this is his first time where his story doesn't add up, but he went out of his way to lie to me for almost a week. And then get mad at me for calling him out. I'm extremely hurt and believe its time I move on. I can't trust him at all. If he lied about this, what else has he done and what else will he lie about in the future.

This might be a stretch but I’m looking for a part time job somewhere in the salt lake valley. I’m currently working full time but need something with less hours to be at home with my baby more. I really need something that is Monday-Friday only. Anyone know of anywhere hiring?

Purely curious, similar to how orange cats tend to be clingy, vocal, and dumb and such. Ive had about 30 mice by now, and this could be purely anecdotal, but every single black and white mouse i had was incredibly friendly and clingy, i mean not just liking to be held but ALWAYS wanting to be held. Of course, Ive had mice who tolerate or enjoy being held of other colors, but all four black and whites Ive had thus far were the type to climb up towards the lid, climb right into my hand, sit on me for hours and then beg to be held again when put back. Just wondering if anyone's had similar experiences

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Nettie Peterson has known me at my best and at my worst, and after everything that's happened lately, I think I can finally say the same. I'm admittedly not very good at comforting her, though. I haven't had much practice, is all. Historically speaking, she's always been the one to take care of me. My introduction to earth was a confusing, horrifying time for me, and she had dealt with all of it. She'd handled every panic attack, brought me back from every low. When I woke up one night to a drilling pain in my stomach and blood soaking my panties, she managed to keep me calm while explaining that this would now happen every month.
What I'm saying is that the woman is insanely skilled.
Me, not so much. After we had gotten out of the cave, I tried to provide emotional support by petting her hair and talking soothingly. Seeing as I was also distressed, she was doing the same to me, so we were basically sitting on the beach holding each other. To the outside observer, we must have looked rather strange. I was relieved to finally get back to her house. We sat down in front of the TV and ate cupcakes. We have a special system for eating cupcakes. I peel off the frosting and give her rest. It's messy and I have to keep hand wipes nearby everytime, but it's how we do it. We both eat cupcakes whole when we're by ourselves, so it doesn't make much sense either, but when we share, it's always like this.
Once I was sure she was alright, I left her to go off to bed while I made my way back to the hotel, bracing myself for what I expected to be an extremely uncomfortable conversation.
The lobby was dim and quiet. The large, bright ceiling lights had been turned off with only a couple floor lamps illuminating the hall. I walked past the unmanned reception desk and up the stairs, then rapped my knuckles against the door to Frankie's room. After a couple seconds, he opened up. Upon meeting my gaze, he let out a soft gasp, but it wasn't followed by a smile this time. He made way for me to step inside, wordlessly, and I entered without breaking the silence. I sat down on the sofa where he joined me after placing a glass of coconut water in front of me.
For a beat, we both stared at the drink. I didn't take it.
"What you did felt really off earlier," I began. "You were trying to embarrass Nettie. If you were testing your boundaries, if you were trying to see how I'd react, you got your answer. Don't ever make me choose between you two. You'll lose."
"Yes," he said quietly.
"If you don't get along with Nettie, that's one thing. You don't need to. But she was needling you and you made a real effort to be cruel." I paused. "You act so strange sometimes. All bossy and cagey."
"Yes," he repeated, briefly falling silent as he worked away on his gum in slow, contemplative motions. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I did it. I wanted to unsettle her. It's not that I don't like her, she's fine, but at that moment, I simply loathed her. I couldn't tell you why. But I wish I'd kept quiet. I feel gross for spouting off like that."
"Then… why?"
"I don't know! There's this weird feeling, it comes over me and makes me remember stuff that's in the past… Then I get caught up and confused. I run my mouth, but I don't want to make you upset. I swear I won't do it again. I'll rein myself in."
"Will you? This doesn't seem right." I took a deep breath. "Frankie, I have no idea what you are. Even though you know everything about me."
"Not everything," he argued. "You never said a thing about what life was like where you're from. Or who you were before. Yes, that's not what this is about, but I'm just speaking technically."
"You shouldn't have to rely on technicalities to make a point."
"No. Look, I keep wondering what I'm even doing here. I like you a lot. But I haven't thought this through and by now, I'm scared to."
"Stop talking in riddles," I implored him.
He huffed out a chuckle. "I'd have to stop thinking in them first." Before he could add anything else, his phone started vibrating on the TV table. "Oh, dammit," he muttered. Shooting me an uncertain gaze, he reached out for it, his hand hovering above the screen. "Can I?"
"Sure." I let go of a long breath, snatched up the glass and leaned back in my seat as Frankie answered the call. I pick up on a woman's voice talking on the other end.
He kept glancing over at me almost sheepishly as he mumbled words of affirmation into the phone. "Yes… Yeah, I remember… Well, it's not a good time, but I'll do it. Bye." Dropping the device into his lap, he gave me a twist of the mouth. "That was Mae-Lynn. She works at—"
"The diner with you," I cut him off. "I do take note of the other staff there, for your information." I took a sip of my water. "Occasionally."
"I promised to do some shopping for her. She's come down with the flu. Store's closing soon, though, so I'll have to go now."
"Well, that's convenient."
"I was going to ask you to come along."
I agreed. Having lost track of the conversation, the drive was a grim, quiet affair. Frankie took us to one of the more expensive stores in the area, saying that he wanted to treat Mae-Lynn.
"Take a cart," I ordered, and once he had acquired one, I had him hold it still while I climbed inside. He regarded me with a bemused expression but refrained from commenting as he began to roll me down the aisles.
Grocery shopping at night is something else. Eighties music was playing over the radio at a low volume, but the otherwise quiet space made it sound decidedly louder. There was almost the hint of an echo. Safe for two of three singular, tired-looking individuals, Frankie and I were the only people in the store. I had nestled against the back of the cart, my head tipped back to watch Fran's face from below as his eyes roamed the shelves. Occasionally, he'd stop to check the list Mae-Lynn had texted him on his phone.
"If you want anything, speak up," he told me.
"I'm out of cereal," I said, just as we passed the respective aisle. He turned the cart back around, let me pick out a carton of cornflakes and took up walking again. After five minutes of stoically regarding him from my mobile vantage point, I piped up again. "Go back. Wrong ones."
"Well, which ones do you want? I'll get them, it's faster than pushing this thing around."
I shook my head. "No, no, I have to look at them. Go back."
He shook his head to himself but obediently maneuvered the cart back to the shelf with the breakfast items. I took my time picking out a different box, then settled back down.
"Happy?" Fran asked.
"Delighted."
After fifteen minutes, we were getting close to finishing Mae-Lynn's list. Frankie was starting to move towards the cash register, only for me to tug on his arm. "Turn back," I told him, holding up the box. "I don't want them after all. I need different ones."
He stifled a groan. "Sure, Sunshine." I let him roll me all the way back to the cereal aisle where I studied the colorful boxes intensely. "Nevermind," I said, turning back to him. "Let's go."
He started making his way over to the register again when I cleared my throat. "Actually, I think I might have another look."
"Are you kidding me?" he squeaked, only for me to hold his gaze with a smile. "You are," he choked out. "I oughta send you rolling right into that stack of cans."
"You wouldn't dare."
"Is that a challenge?" He glanced about himself, finding that we were alone. Then, he pushed the cart, and it swerved, sliding across the shiny floor. The thrill of the launch washed over me and I started laughing. He lunged for it, grabbing it just in time to prevent the collision.
"Do it again!" I demanded.
He indulged me, sending me swerving and spinning a couple more times. Eventually, he took a running start and pushed me down a long, empty aisle at a breakneck speed. The giggles died in my throat when, seemingly out of thin air, someone appeared at the end of the aisle. My jaw dropped and I reflexively gripped the sides of the cart to protect myself from the impending crash, but the person simply reached out and caught the cart by its edges. Within the blink of an eye, they had managed to steady it. My vehicle had come to a standstill. It all happened incredibly fast, and for a moment, I found myself unable to react. One of the other person's hands had come to rest over mine in the process. Still at a loss for words, I raised my head to meet their gaze.
Those eyes.
My heart, already thundering in my chest, dropped entirely into my stomach. There were pupils filling the void in that formerly uninterrupted pale vastness this time, but I recognized them either way. Seeing them sit in an actual face instead of behind a nondescript black mask was strange, but there was not a doubt in my mind. It was them.
The cultist had jarringly pleasant features that struck me as neither overtly feminine nor masculine. Their tawny skin had an almost bronze sheen to it and short locks of platinum blond hair stuck to their smooth forehead, slick with the same sweat that formed stains beneath the armpits of their light gray t-shirt.
It was like time stood still. The interaction could not have been longer than two seconds in total, but it felt like a full hour. From me staring at our linked hands, to locking eyes with them, to the cold, raw realization, it seemed to me as though forty minutes or more had gone by, followed by another twenty when I watched the crude smile forming on their lips. Their fingers clamped down on my own, and before I knew it, it had happened.
The lights in the store had changed color, taking on a dimmer, sickly green tint. The shelves around us had emptied and the gentle, melodic hum of the radio had been replaced by a deep, droning buzz of static. I was still sitting in the shopping cart, and the cultist was still leaning over me, but their expression had morphed into one of shocked disbelief. Seeing fear on the face of the person who'd stabbed me might have been a great satisfaction to me in any other situation, but right then and there, I was equally as terrified.
I had switched dimensions and was now alone with my attempted murderer.
The thought took a while to sink in, but the clearer it became, the more I felt the need to scream. And yet, not a sound left my lips. My own saliva had turned sour, filling my mouth with an acidic taste. Dread pooled in the pit of my stomach like icy, chilled water and tears were stringing the corners of my eyes. I blinked them away in a hurry, redirecting my gaze at the cultist. They were staring past me in a daze, taking in our changed surroundings before fixing me with a sharp glare.
"Seriously?"
"What?" The word somehow slipped past the lump in my throat.
The cultist made a sweeping gesture at our surroundings. "Where are we? What the hell is this? You don't even have your dimension hopping under control? Not gonna lie, I had higher expectations of you."
"What?" I repeated eloquently.
"You just switched dimensions on my ass. And seeing as you literally crashed into me, I don't think you planned on doing that."
"I didn't," I confirmed.
"That's what I'm talking about."
"You know about dimensions?"
The cultist palmed their face, emitting a deep, low groan. "Clearly."
I scrambled back in the cart, trying to bring some distance between the two of us. I bared my teeth at them, both rows elongating and curving outward. At least I was getting the hang of my physical transformation. "If you come any closer, I'll rip your hand off," I hissed, spittle flying out between my fangs.
"I believe you," they replied, narrowing their eyes at me. "I'm not gonna hurt you."
"That's hard for me to believe."
"Yes, sure. I did and I would again, but not here. Not now. You understand?" they asked pointedly, their voice cutting like a razor blade.
"I'm not sure I do."
"Well, without you, I won't get out of here, and I've stuff to do on the other side." They stepped behind the cart and grabbed onto the handle.
I hastily twisted around to face them. "You know about the finer details of dimension hopping but you can't do it yourself?"
They let out a soft sigh as they began pushing the cart, with me inside, down the empty aisle. "I managed to do it once. Just once. Never again. It's not a great surprise to me that you should be able to switch to the other sides, but I'd thought you'd be able to control it. I think I have your number. I'm pretty sure I know what you are, and we have more in common than you could have probably guessed. That boy you were with on the other hand… I won't lie, he freaks me out. He's got the strangest face and he didn't react to my eyes at all."
"What are you?" I queried, quick to steer him away from the topic of Frankie Preston even though I didn't really expect an honest answer. "How'd you do that the other night? Your… your eye thing?"
"That unsettled you, didn't it? It's not anything I do per se." They shrugged leisurely. "I could just as well ask you where you're hiding your tentacles."
"So you're not human. I didn't think you were," I stated. "What's your business with the Collective? What are you after? Are any of you normal people?"
"As far as I know, I'm the only one who's not." They steered the cart around the corner with a swift, forcible yank and I bumped painfully against the side of the cart. Stifling a yelp, I kept my face straight, looking over the shelves as we passed them. I noticed that some of them weren't entirely empty—there were a couple jars, cans and bags of various goods standing scattered throughout. They looked almost lonely. The cultist, registering my wandering gaze, stopped and grabbed a random plastic jar that looked like it could be containing peanut butter or something of the sort. The label was faded and partially peeled off. They inspected it from all sides before thrusting it into my hands. "Here, open it," they commanded.
"I certainly won't," I replied, a mix of rage and apprehension bubbling in my chest.
"Aren't you curious?"
"No. But if you are, go on and open it yourself."
They grunted, grabbing the jar and unscrewing the red lid. They dropped it to the floor where it bounced off once and rolled away into the darkness. Peering in, their expression remained unchanged. "Nothing. Look." They held it out to me and sure enough, it was empty. I let them hand it to me, intrigue winning me over as I started examining the small container. It was completely unremarkable. I reached two of my fingers inside only for the digits to suddenly be stricken with a searing pain. It flashed through my bones like lightning and I cried out, withdrawing my hand. Suddenly, the floor seemed to quiver. The lights in the store flickered, seeming startlingly bright for a split second only to turn dimly green once more. The cultist let out an involuntary shriek, staggering back before managing to steady themself as everything went back to its former solid state.
"What the fuck was that?" they wheezed.
"An earthquake?" I suggested, not quite knowing what else to say. My pulse was thrumming in my ears, hard enough to split my head in half. It took me a minute to regain a relative state of calm.
"An earthquake? In another dimension? You're messing with me."
"I don't know! Maybe it was… maybe I was nearly jumping back, I have no idea." I shook my head, ignoring the throbbing pain shooting through my temples. "I don't have it all figured out yet, but it's an emotional response. Whenever my flight instinct gets triggered, these dimension switches happen. It was the jar. The jar is painful inside."
"What do you mean?" they asked, eagerly reaching for the jar and sticking their pinky finger into it. They pulled it back out with a howl, letting the jar drop to the floor. "What the hell is up with this place?"
"How would I know?" I argued hotly.
"Yeah, well. Anyways." All of a sudden, their hand was in my hair, tugging on my braid. They yanked my head to the side, and before I could break out my tentacles or try to snap my jaws at them, I could feel their hot breath on my nape. A scream died in my throat, equal parts painful and shocked. My eyes burned, my vision swimming when the cultist dragged their teeth across my skin, leaving a trail of warm saliva. And then, fast and without mercy, they bit down.
The lights turned bright white. The static buzzing that had been hanging in the stale air changed to the familiar eighties music tunes. Squinting into the sudden brightness, the colors of the countless types of packaged products filling the shelves almost seemed to be screaming at me.
We were back.
The cultist disentangled themself, quickly stepping away from me. I looked up, still dazed, to see why. Frankie Preston had come up behind us, snatching the cart away from the other person and pulling it out of their reach. I immediately scrambled up to wrap my arms around him. "That's them," I breathed. "From the Collective."
"I know," he said tonelessly. His eyes, trained on the blonde, spelled murder. "You should get out of here," he added, addressing them. "The shelves here are rickety, they might fall on you."
The cultist's expression was a frozen mix of suppressed uncertainty and confusion. Still, they held the server's gaze. "You should maybe not… do anything stupid," they uttered, their voice almost equally as flat as his.
"I'm all about stupid."
"Then I guess I ought to leave. See you guys soon. It was a pleasure." They threw us a smile that was faker than Frankie's when he waited tables before marching off, leaving the two of us alone in the aisle.
"Are you alright?" Fran asked, running a hand over my mussed braid. "What happened? I'm so… one minute you were here and the next…"
"We switched dimensions."
"I pieced that together. You weren't gone for long… just a couple minutes." He nervously twisted his wet bubble gum around the tip of his finger, drawing nervous strings.
"Were you worried?"
"Out of my mind," he said in a low voice, not meeting my gaze. "I mean, I knew you'd be okay on your own, I wasn't saying that—"
"I wasn't. I'm not," I interrupted him. "I got out alright, sure I did, but I'm not okay right now." I swallowed. My throat was bone dry. "I need to call Mary Markov. She should hear about this."
Frankie nodded along. "Do you want me to do it for you? I'm certain I can give her an accurate description."
I declined and sat back in the cart. Per my request, Fran brought me home after we'd paid for everything. I needed some time alone to relax and pretend everything was normal. I cleaned my room and then looked through job listings, which I admittedly haven't done in a little while. When I couldn't find any other way to procrastinate, I made the call to Mary Markov, which went about as well as could be expected. She wants to see me tomorrow, though. I wish she'd told me about what. For a newsreader, she's really not very forward with her information.
X
1
2: deadbeat roommate
3: creepy crush
4: relocation
5: beach concert
6: First date
7: Temp work
8: roommate talk
9: a dismal worldview
10: warehouse
11: staircase
12: explanation
13: hurt
14: hospital
15: ocean
16: diner
17: government work
18: something in the caves

Everything has been amazing with my partner and I (we haven’t met yet but been together for 5 months). We talk everyday and end the night together every night (of course unless one of us goes out or something).
I had to go out of town Friday and we were sporadically texting Saturday until I got home. I kept telling them all week and Friday/Saturday that I couldn’t wait to go home so I could spend time with them. I was texting them Saturday while on transit and they were telling me how their phone was being wonky). I got home Saturday around 8:30ish and never got a text back until Sunday morning. Fine. I let it go. I assume they fell asleep/their phone being stupid.
Sunday rolls around and they were sporadically texting me every few hours, it was odd. It felt odd. I didn’t like it. I really didn’t like it. I texted them very late Sunday and just voiced how I really thought we would be together at night and etc.
I got a text Monday morning and I was so busy at work I didn’t see it until 3pm. They said that they were feeling off Sunday afternoon. I was busy. We briefly talked and everything was fine. I Told them I’d text them when I go home from work and gave them a time. I never got a response the entire afternoon/evening/night.
Now it’s Tuesday. I texted them this morning and I have had no response and it’s already 5pm my time/2pm their time. I’m having so much anxiety. I’ve been chewing my nails all day, keep looking at my phone waiting for a text, eyes twitching, and just eating and eating all day.
I don’t know if I did something wrong, if they are in the hospital, or are just working, or what. They text me every single morning. So I just. Yeah. I don’t know what is going on. I’m having major anxiety and I want to cry. And I miss them. And hope they aren’t just done with me. I don’t know if it’s that their phone actually broke down and are just waiting for it to get fix? Maybe they are just working all day, but even then, they always since the first day we spoke, always text me every morning at some point, but maybe it’s just one of those days. I just hate this anxiety so much. And am reverting back to trauma of people always leaving me.

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Ok, so going into this just want to make a few things clear.

1. I am fairly new to the AC franchise, only started in 2020.
2. My first AC game was Brotherhood, which I only played about 5 hours of, then I played through and completed AC3 before returning and finishing BH
3. I LOVED AC3, Combat was an absolute dream, Experiencing the Parkour basically for the first time was very fun, The setting is awesome, I thought Connor was interesting, and honestly liked him more than Ezio (still kinda do tbh), and really just enjoyed every aspect of the game, (accept a few of the minigames revolving around leading a squadron of troops, or anything involving riding a horse.)
4. After I was finished both BH (enjoyed the game, not as much as 3 but still had a great time overall) and 3, I decided to give Unity a try after reading some reviews saying it was a rough start but game was polished now. Played maybe 3-4 hours total
5. Got busy with life, forgot about Unity for a while, ended up buying Black Flag on sale and playing 10-15 hours before I remembered about Unity and decided to return to it, where I then finished it (NOT DEAD KINGS, HAVE NOT FINESHED IT, SO I WILL NOT BE TALKING ABOUT IT)

That Is all the context needed for where I'm at now.
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I do not like Assassins Creed Unity.
Now hear me out, before all you Unity fans jump at me screaming "UNITY IS MOST UNDERRATED GAME OF ALL TIME BLAH BLAH BLAH!" remember...

1. At time of release Unity was called terrible because it was a buggy mess, Then they fixed the game so it actually works as intended and now everybody sings its praises... This game is not underrated, People love this game and if you look at the comment section of any YouTube video even mentioning Unity people cant help but say "Unity is my fav game omg so underrated".
2. I'm not an old school Assassins Creed player who would sell there firstborn child to meet Ezio, I don't dislike the game just because "its not AC2 or BH so its bad".
3. I do genuinely think there are good things about this game.
4. This is just my opinion.

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Ok, so lets start with what's good about Unity.

1. Parkour. An obvious one, when you start to understand the controls it is gorgeous to look at and flows like water.
2. Paris. Place is pretty. NPCs look good, The larger landmarks are really cool, and they nailed the atmosphere.
3. Music. Soundtrack is good.
4. Arno's Weapons. The single Hidden Blade animations, the Phantom Blade, Cherry bombs, all cool, fun to use.
5. Animations. As mentioned above, the single Hidden Blade, and generally just most animations looks super good.
6. Detective missions. Play as Sherlock Holmes for a bit, pretty fun.
7. Don't honestly care about the modern day story, but the World War Eiffel Tower segment was really cool.

Now lets talk about the average.

1. Combat. Nothing to write home about. Perfectly serviceable, not incredibly fun (I understand the point of Unity, and all AC games really, Is to be stealthy and avoid combat, still keeping it in the average category.)
2. Stealth. I've heard people Praise Unity's stealth and honestly, I don't get the hype. Its fine, better than AC3, that's for sure, but not as good as BH, so idk.
3. Arno. He didn't annoy me, so that's good, But planks of wood leaning against a building don't annoy me either. Lukewarm 5/10 protagonist.
4. Elise. I really want to like Elise, but I feel like she got less interesting as the story went on.
5. Bugs. If your wondering why this is in the average category, its because at no point did they feel worse then the other 3 AC games I played. Pretty few and far between, and rarely game breaking.
6. Open world Objectives. There are lots of them sure, but there for the most part pretty easy to do and don't take long.

And finally the Bad.

1. The UI. Weird opener, right? But for real, The UI felt very... Obtrusive? Maybe that's unfair, as I suppose its not technically much different from the other games, but I found my self playing without it most of the time, which was frustrating because I kept needing it for things. (Maybe not a fair point, but I'm just relaying my experience.)
2. The Story. It felt like the Devs made no effort in trying to make the players care. Sure it opens alright, and the betrayal had at least some emotional impact, but stuff keeps happening and it doesn't really feel like there are any ramifications, Like Arno gets kicked from the Brotherhood and within one sequence you would literally have no idea that was the case, and Elise's Death didn't really pull the heartstrings.
3. Setting wasted. Sort of a combined point with above, but more egregious. Whoever wrote the story for this game to the LITERAL FRENCH REVOULTION, on of the most interesting historical events in the last 500 years, and did jack shit with it. The trailers paint this picture of Arno rising up against a tyrannical French government, and guess what? That never happens. Super disappointing.
4. Gear Stats. Want to look like badass assassin? Well fuck you, The Phantom Hood with the stupid feather in it has way better stats then what you have, and you have to wear it unless you want to be handicapped.
5. Microtransactions. I payed full price for the game, Ubisoft, stop trying to make my buy "Helix credits".
6. Unskippable cutscenes that last way to long.
7. Eagle Vision needs to recharge. Why.

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I'm not saying Unity is objectively terrible, I was just very disappointed.
Would be happy to hear everybody's thoughts.

I don't know what to do or know why I won't just leave. I have a car, a good job/finances, and alternative housing immediately available.
I know I'm in a toxic relationship. I hate admitting it, but it is definitely abusive too. I am not sure if it is mutually abusive or if I am just a victim.
I started dating this person a year ago. It's been a rollercoaster from the beginning. We both have extensive childhood trauma. I have done over a decade of therapy for mine. When we met, they had been in therapy for a year. I have been very aware of how my actions in relationships were unhealthy and abusive. I know I have complex PTSD but I never used that as an excuse for my behavior. I know things I've said to past partners were absolutely uncalled for and traumatizing. It's been over 5 years since I have lashed out at someone in an emotionally/psychologically abusive way. I have never spoken to or lashed out at my current partner in the ways I have in the past. What I have done is be paranoid but not in an accusing way. I have not accused my partner of cheating or talking to others; but I have asked them about it. I have never told my partner they couldn't talk to or see anyone. I have been curious about their life and, depending on the situation, have asked whether they were interested in someone as more than friends. They consider my questions as paranoia and controlling.
Background: when we started dating they made it clear that they were going to want to fuck other people eventually. They lied to me by omission about sleeping with someone and then slept with me the same day (which really pissed me off). After that incident, I realized I would have to ask very specific and direct questions. At this point, they have told me multiple times that they don't want to fuck around and they only want me but it's been hard for me to truly believe them.
Other background info: This person is really sick, physically. They have a chronic debilitating condition that is preventing them from working right now. Their parents take care of them financially. A couple of months after we started dating they contracted HSV1 from me (which I was open about having the whole time) and because of their underlying health condition, the HSV almost killed them. It was incredibly traumatizing. They were home-bound for over a month and I was their caregiver. They continue to have problems with it but not nearly as horrible as then.
Their behavior: They have always had difficulty letting me leave when I wanted to go home. It was endearing at first. I liked that they wanted to keep me around so much. I liked the attention and extra love they gave me when they were asking me to stay. The extra attention turned into them becoming upset if I persisted in trying to leave. They would get very pouty, say "no" and bump into me in a way I now consider a push/shove. Other things they did/do that caught my attention but brushed off are teasing me a lot and even though I've complained, they continue to say "it was just a joke, lighten up", and get mad at me for not being cheerful around their friends all the time. They also grab me hard around the arms and neck to pull me in certain directions. If I'm upset and being loud/talking fast they cover my mouth. They insist I be around them all the time when we are together, including when they are showering. If i'm showering they are free to do whatever they want, but if they are they continually ask me to be in the bathroom with them and get upset if I attempt not to be. They ask me specific questions about my conversations with my friends/what i've talked about in therapy; basically, they want a lot of details about my life but if I ask about theirs they might accuse me of being paranoid and controlling. Also, they blow up my phone if I am not responding to them when we are in conflict and away from each other and they have come to my house when i didn't respond.
Their behavior has become increasingly violent. I stopped excusing it and started pointing it out to them. They always denied it at first, which just led to us arguing about it. When we are in conflict I just want to get away. I do have a hard time saying something like "I'm leaving, i'll be back at X time" and instead I am frantically packing my things and just trying to leave, which they say triggers their behavior. They refuse to let me leave though. They physically stop me, they have taken my keys, they have thrown my stuff around many times, and the pushing has gotten a lot worse.
Where we are now: I have begun fighting back and it is a lot worse now. I have lost it. A month ago, they chased me down in a parking lot and shoved me against a store wall demanding I fix things immediately (this conflict started because I didn't support them enough when they were upset at another driver). When we got back to their place, they pushed me against the corner of a closet and I got a huge bruise on my ass. This bruise is what finally opened my eyes to how bad things are getting. They have thrown me on the bed by my neck, which they still deny. Out of anger at being denied so much (after the second incident of this) I showed them what they did to me by doing the same thing and now if I ever bring it up they say, "yeah, well you did the same thing to me". In the past month they have moved to another apartment. Now they live alone. We have not been able to go a week without a physical altercation. After the incident that resulted in a bruised ass, I confided in a friend about some of their behavior. I also recorded some of the moments they were yelling at me.
This past weekend we really fought. There was a fight earlier in the week, which included them refusing to let me leave, throwing my stuff on the ground and backing me into the fridge. I fell to the ground as well and was crawling away. They grabbed my shirt, pulling me back (choking me) and wrapped their arm around my neck to pull me off the ground. I got a scratch on my neck from this and some other bruises/scratches on my arm. Some days later we fought again and I don't remember what happened but I ended up telling them that I told my friend they have been pushing me around. This really upset them and they started saying I couldn't hang out with her the following day or go to her birthday party since now they couldn't go. I explained to them how hurtful and telling it was that they were more concerned about my friend knowing than how their actual behavior is affecting me (the person they say they love more than anyone). The next day they were super sweet and apologetic (they always are afterward, which I'm wondering if i'm addicted to this part), and wrote me a letter apologizing for lots of things. I read the letter Friday night. Saturday morning I woke up and snuggled them in bed for an hour before waking them up. I had my party to go to but was still trying to spend time with them by getting breakfast together. I had to wake them up for the timing to work out. Shortly after waking up they made a joke about how they didn't invite this one person out last night when they were with their friends (this is in reference to a previous conflict we had because at one point I wasn't allowed to hang out with their friends because I'm moody and I found out this other girl met up with them and they had been messaging through disappearing messages, so of course I had feelings about this). My response was, "well I hope you didn't secretly invite anyone else out" and they turned over and got pouty and all of a sudden I was the bad person and I was in a bad mood upon waking up. They ended up taking a shower and having a mental breakdown, screaming and what not. I was confused and angry. Really angry that they accused me of being in a bad mood when I had just been cuddling them for an hour trying to gently wake them. So I was unavailable to ease their emotional distress. At some point, they got out of the shower and I am over everything. I shoved them out of my way and they fell pretty hard and from there it's "look at what you did". They start acting completely different, talking in a small voice and saying things like "i'll do whatever you want, it's going to be okay." It was a trauma response. Seemed like they age regressed. And while I have sympathy and remorse, It made me angry that they were responding to me like this since I have been putting up with them shoving me and more for the past year. I am not sure what happened next but we kept fighting and then trying to de-escalate over and over again. At one point I made the remark, "yeah well I have plenty of recordings of you" and this is where things became very scary. They lost it and we fought fought over my phone. They were fighting me and trying to prevent me from leaving the room. They kept saying, "what kind of person would record another person" and forcing me to give them my phone passcode. At some point I bit them because they had their hands around me and they bit me back so hard I have a massive bruise because of it. They pulled out chunks of my hair. We both body slammed each other onto the bed/ground multiple times. I had my arm pressed against their neck at some point too when they were wrestling me. They choked me with their hands wrapped around my neck to the point I couldn't breathe. At some point they pinned me down and sat on me and refused to get up until they could access my phone again (it got locked because they were trying to get in it). I was defeated. After they erased all the evidence I had of them I decided I was going to look at their phone. They flipped their shit on me again and we started fighting more. At this point I was certain they were hiding something because of how violent they were being and not allowing me access their phone. They ended up slapping me after throwing me down onto the bathroom floor. Turns out they didn't want me to access their phone cuz they recorded me arguing with them after I shoved them that morning - literally the worst fight of my life began by them demanding i give them my phone and them making me feel like I was the worst for recording them when they did the same exact thing. They then went on to self-harm, and I insisted they go to the party with me becuase I was scared of what they would do to themselves.
I can count over 10 bruises/scratches from the past couple weeks of fighting. My partner has one bruise from when I shoved them Saturday morning. I do not want to minimize my violence towards them. I am just incredibly upset about how they are reacting about the bruise I gave them. When I bring up the marks they left on my body they usually respond with a sorry, but also with an "you bruise like a banana. And I'm not like one of those people who beats the shit out of their wives.", which i feel like dismisses my experience and pain.
OMG this was long, and it still doesn't convey everything. I am at work now and in shock. Been having panic attacks all day. I don't know what to do, and I am really confused about why I am staying in this relationship.

Hey guys need some help or insight. I did some adderall Friday 12pm (20mgs). Just took a urine test for work. Kinda worried it’s still in my system. Went to cvs and got a instant test a few hours later and passed. Is there a possibility I might fail the other one? Did the math it’s been 92 hours

What's the best happy hour (on a Friday) either Midtown or Downtown? Specifically thinking about what's the liveliest/busiest spot.