Hot shot jobs in texas

Hello again, still trying to offload my airsoft collection.
All prices are negotiable. Paypal G&S only. USA Only. No Trades
Verification
The Lot: https://imgur.com/a/eNXdVOp
Starting off with:
Guns Modify Gas Blowback PP2K + silencer + Light + 5x HPA tapped mags (I have the gas taps).
https://imgur.com/a/L6QmP7O
Price: $400
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OG Tipman m4 with the hard knock recoil kit. Have the original pieces.
This one is the first one that came out. Was going to make it a DMR.
Never used because it shot too hot. 400+ FPS
give your best offer - please take this from me.
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Cybergun M249 Machine gun (electric). Mint in box.
https://www.evike.com/products/95084/ <-- its this one.
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Glocks: WE G18c, WE G17, ATP Semi-auto, ACP 601 C02, https://www.evike.com/products/20131/ <-- the ATP
Each come with 1 mag, I have 2 50rd mags available as well for $35 each and some extra others all of various brands.
WE g18c - $120?
WE g17 - %120? ATP - $50
ACP 601 - $90 (never used, stayed in box)
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Dyei4 mask, basically brand new. - $130
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Everything else just shoot me an offer.
The M4's are basically unused but very entry level guns.
The Mac10 is Co2 but never been fired
1 black multigun bag
1 black/red rifle bag
1 500rd banana mag for ak47
2 different M4's one new in box.
Black vest
tan vest
molded glock holster
p90 mag thigh holster
also have this pelican gun case (its what the glocks are sitting in), but its like way too big to ship normally so shipping would be costly.
https://www.thecasestore.com/shop/case/large/pelican/pelican-1600-case

Oh lord... what an amazing piece of crap show.
First of all, the undercover boss lady was figured out in her first store in just a few minutes. They had to move her to another store. Then, after working less than one shift together, one lady told the undercover boss her life story which included how she got some kid killed and how her job at Donatos saved her life. Another lady had a tough life, but the undercover boss lady is going to make it her job to help her know what a family is so she can be a better employee.
I'm ordering pizza from Emilio's tonight.

It happens in in situations like:
>Driving fast in games like ETS2, especially if raining (or seeing a new large group of cars)
>Being shot for the first time in CS:GO, or opening the buy menu (This one is not consistent)
>Whenever action starts in Half-Life: Alyx. It's smooth until I start shooting, or start being shot at, and suddenly I'm getting micro stutters all over the gaff.
>And sometimes it will happen when opening certain folders or programs in windows.
I've been dealing with this issue for years, and you've likely seen a few posts from me in the past pertaining to this issue. I plan to save for a new system, but please, if you're able to help potentially fix the issue, let me know. I've recently reinstalled Windows 11 (fresh) and I am testing all games on a SATA and M.2 SSD.
Specs:
ROG STRIX B550-F GAMING
Ryzen 9 5900x
RTX 2080Ti
64 GB DDR4 3600MHz
750w PSU Gold Rated PSU
I'm at my wits end, genuinely. I have basically all the general stutter fixes in the past, but nothing fixes this.. Some folk told me it sounded like a ram issue, but that ram is brand new today, and very overkill, it has made no difference.
It's also worth noting that I've replaced every component multiple times, except my mechanical drives, but the issue is still present when they are unplugged.
Could the issue be caused by some sort of short? As my board isn't quite snug with all standoffs, but I have screws in most of them.
Before you comment, please look at these examples of the stutter / micro-stutter:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=97KATLDB7ps
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xUMi2ID8la4&ab\_channel=FedzorOfficial
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z-XwlnKbfJU&ab\_channel=FedzorOfficial
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7MuVCpDRKzo&ab\_channel=FedzorOfficial
I'm not sure what to think anymore.

I (20f) and dating my boyfriend (26T). I will try to make this quick. We are almost at our two year anniversary and basically lived together for the first year before he decided to move to Texas to “get his shit together”. He also decided while he was there that he wanted to go to welding school so our planned one month of distance turned into a year. It was fine at first until we drifted because his mental health was worse than when he first left. We got into a relationship too soon-he had just gotten out of an abusive relationship. He is not responsible, he can’t hold a job, is in severe debt, has terrible credit, and has no plan for the future other than graduate welding school and get a job. I on the other hand have a job that pays well, am going to school, have great credit for my age and my only debt is my car which I am almost done paying off. He has been financially reliant on me until I told him I couldn’t help him anymore once he moved away. I have big plans for my future and all I see is him holding me back.
Don’t get me wrong, I do love him, very much, but I also grew up in an abusive household (financial, physical, emotional and mental) and I don’t want that for myself. My partner was so emotionally supportive at the start of our relationship but that’s since disappeared and it’s really all he offered after I thought about it for a bit. He was so much better to me than all of my past exes and he raised my standards a lot. But..I need someone who has the same ambitions and passion as me, someone who doesn’t take advantage of me.
I have never broken up with someone before, I have always been cheated on and dumped (every one of my exes has tried to get me back too so I know it’s not a me problem at least). I am nervous to break up with him because I know he isn’t doing well mentally, but he also isn’t doing anything to try and fix it. I think I might call his mom before I do end it so that she can be there for him. I just don’t know how to actually have the conversation. Plus I don’t want to have to go through figuring out who’s shit is who’s and sending a massive package to TX. Do I facetime him to sort out our belongings afterwards?

Guys will often complain that a girl’s friends will cockblock them. Usually the fat girl. But 99% of the time- that girl has either shot her The Look and asked for rescue or she’s taken or it’s JUST a GNO and they all made an agreement to just chill.
It’s not that the fat friend is jealous. This is a misunderstanding of women in my opinion. Men would do well to learn what The Look looks like.

Just took a work trip last week and carpooled with an executive and a lower level director. I am in a lower level position but work directly with these two for much of my work. During this trip, some inappropriate, rude, and offensive behavior was displayed by the executive. More specifically, the executive referenced another executive questioning the quality of my work and my general intelligence - I won’t quote directly but essentially calling me a “stupid expletive.” I was dumbfounded and speechless. I feel that I need to tell my supervisor and higher level boss and request to be removed from any work that involves this person. However, I am certain I would receive retaliation and I don’t even know if I could be transferred to another area. I don’t have any other jobs lined up at the moment but intend to start sending my resume ASAP. In the mean time, I just feel like I can’t accept that kind of treatment. I’m so offended I can’t even think straight.

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Lots of thanks to u/Killsode-slugcat for helping me work through this chapter with editing.
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Memory transcription subject: Tevri, Venlil Romanticist
Date [standardized human time]: August 11, 2137
With eyes still closed, I stretched my legs and arms, paws pushing up against the inside of my sleeping bag. A sigh of contentment escaped my mouth.
I let the world in—light falling down in shafts that struck my still-waking eyes. No trees were around to provide cover from the rising sun that hung low in the east. The sounds of life surrounded me, occasionally being broken up by particularly strong gusts as well as a hint of something else.
My head turned to that hint, who still slept somewhat soundly off to my side. Last night Jack had set up his own sleeping bag less than an arm’s length from my own, citing our lack of a fire as the reason to gather closer to each other.
He tossed and turned, occasionally, muttering incoherently. At least he’s found some rest. After carrying me for over half of yesterday, he had certainly earned it.
It was actually quite surprising how well he had managed it all. His slim build compared to other humans that I had seen was betrayed by a hidden strength and incredible endurance. I suppose millions of years of evolution tends to allow such a thing.
Some part of me still felt bitter about what he had done the night prior to our last, but it was clear to me that his apology was sincere. I gave a quiet snort. He probably wouldn’t have carried you on your shoulders if he wasn’t at least somewhat sorry.
The covers of my too-big bag were thrown off and I sat up, holding my knocked knees with my paws.
Rocky rolling hills with low-grown shoots of grass lightly waved towards me. The nearby mountain range looked down upon us with its well-kept snow despite the summer season. Even three days of standing beneath them didn’t eliminate their wondrously looming presence.
I reached over to my nearby pack and grabbed my pen and journal. I clung to every thought that passed its way through my mind, marking them down the old fashioned way. There was something special about writing my feelings down on something physical rather than some pad or computer. It felt real in comparison to the alternative.
It was incredible to me how one of, if not the most dangerous planet to be found within known space was simultaneously one of the most fantastically beautiful worlds I ever had the pleasure of setting foot on. What a travesty it would have been had the federation actually managed to glass the biosphere. Ironically it had been the Arxur that prevented such a disastrous outcome. Those same savages had…
“Gah!”
Jack shot upright from where he had lain. He heaved harsh breaths, chest rising and falling as though he had just sprinted up the incline of a hill. I looked on with alarm, but didn’t think to disrupt the startled man. His eyes stared down at the dirt in front of him as he hung his hands between his legs.
“You okay?” I asked. He whipped to look at me like he had forgotten I was there. Slowly, he turned back to face the dirt. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.” He took a curt sniff and ran his hands across his face as he took a deep sigh.
He was lying.
The restless sleep, the violent rise into consciousness, the obvious distress within those wild eyes—all signs of nightmares. It had been years now since I last worried about such things, but I knew all too well how difficult they were to deal with.
A thought, as intrusive as it was unwelcome, pushed its way through the crowded thoughts of my mind, forcing my heart to skip a beat. What would be enough to scare a predator—human—to scare a human within their dreams? Instantly, I shoved it back from wherever it had come. He needs you right now, just like how you needed her.
I gently crawled over to the distraught man and set a paw on an arm while he leaned forward. At my touch, he turned his head towards me, staring with those forward-facing eyes. “Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked.
A slight snarl of a smile crossed his face, but no answer came. Jack stood up and stretched his arms outward, leaning back and forth.
“C’mon, let's pack up and head out. S’always good to start out early.” He extended a hand down to me where I sat still. How could he just brush something so terrifying off so easily? My tail flicked absently I guess they always have been a rather resilient species. Why should they be any different mentally? I relented to his proposal, grabbing his hand and allowing him to pull me upright.
Breakfast—much like last night’s meal—consisted of dry pre-prepped rations. Without surrounding trees from which drywood could be scavenged, we were left fireless. The ‘breakfast bars’ as Jack called them were a sufficient substitute for warm food. Every meal with the human increased my interest in the cuisine of his species. I hadn’t imagined it would all be so wonderfully varied and delicious.
The bar itself was chewy, made of oats, filled with dried fruits and sweetened by sugar. Each bite gave a satisfying crunch as my taste buds reveled in the impeccably delightful taste.
After hydrating and filling ourselves with calories, we set off once more on the trail.
This time, I was actually able to walk properly, though less than an hour after we departed, I was left wishing that Jack could scare me sleepless again—that way I could guilt him into carrying me.
While we continued, I walked without thinking much about the placement of my paws. I worried for my human friend. His mind was clearly plagued by something terrible, but the answer of what continued to evade me. The only lead I had were my own experiences, and in chasing that lead, my mind wandered back to the past.
As I was dragged from our home without protest, Devra lambasted our parents. Velnik cowered to the side as he watched the ordeal, helpless with widened eyes. Dad practically had to peel my sister away from mom as I was shoved into our vehicle. The echo of her shouts faded away.
It was the first time my parents admitted me for predator disease screenings.
An iron grip held my hand and led me forward through the stark featureless halls of the facility. A glance over my shoulder revealed my parents walking along. They dared not to risk a look in my direction. Tears welled at the edge of my eyes as the echoes of distant screams shocked my ears and flooded my brain with fear-chemicals.
My tail wrapped around my body and my ears bent towards the ground. Why did they want to throw me in here with the monsters? All I did was explore.
The facility worker threw me in a chair within a purely white room other than the single large black wall. From the ceiling hung a projector that faced one of the three white surfaces. After the worker left, my eyes floated through the room, narrowing at a sight that practically screamed of its existence. Dark lines were scrawled into the furthest corner of the sterile chamber.
I didn’t have the time to think about its implications when the screen clicked on and the lights dimmed, enhancing the image before me.
The metal chair fell backward with me in it, creating a resounding clang that bounded back and forth across the walls.
My hands slipped and slid across the slick floor, carrying my body backwards. This scramble led the wall to smash against my back. Without a thought, my claws joined the countless other marks of those who had come before me.
A towering, onyx-shaded visage of the malevolent beast prowled beyond the edge of my vision, obscured by tears of terror that practically blinded me. The blood-orange eyes glowed greedily and its mouth was stuck in a perpetual snarl. Viscera of a horrifically familiar color dribbled down its chin from where the meat was in the Arxur’s razor-sharp teeth.
With a click, the sanguine show moved forward to yet another horrific display. Another click. Another. One more. Click. Click. Click. Silence.
My eyes were as raw as my bloodied paws. Their scraping and scrabbling joined me with the other souls who had faced this same experience. When the lights flicked on and the worker came back to collect me, I curled up trying and failing to back away. She stood me up, patting me down before pulling me from the room. Everything was a collective white blur, compressed into a single moment of unfocused voices until I heard the vehicle’s door slam.
The ride home was silent as I leaned my head against the padded surface of my seat. Shallow breaths rose and fell from my chest while Mom and Dad stared ahead. They hadn’t looked at me once since we left the facility—or even talked to me—since we left the facility.
Among the many questions I had, one clung to the surface of my mind before being swallowed by its sea of screams. Why?
When at last we arrived at home, I barely even noticed. Only when the door to the passenger cabin flung open did I somewhat rise from my stupor. A sudden surprise wrapped around me and pulled me from the car, dragging away from my supposed guardians.
In an instant, I was rushed to my room and placed upon the familiar comfort of my bed before being coated by two layers of warmth; one was the plush cloth of a blanket and the other the fluffy warmth of my sister’s fur. “It’s ok, Tev. You’re home. You’re safe.” My empty eyes had no tears left to give, so Devra lent me hers.
You’re home. You’re safe.
“Tev? Tevri?”
My repeated name yanked me from the memory. Ugh, I’ve got to stop wandering off like that.
“You in there sheep?”
With a grumble, I responded. “I told you to stop calling me that.”
Jack uttered a mischievous chuckle. “C’mon, let's get over this next hill then break for lunch. Sure seems you could use a rest.” Despite it going unnoticed moments prior, I now felt my heart pumping hard and each breath heaved just as harshly. A short break will probably do me some good.
Together, we crested the hilltop and sat down both our packs and ourselves. I greedily lapped up water from my bottle while the man beside me calmly took several swigs from his own canteen. The food he grabbed was a pair of packaged items that he called ‘pasta salad.’
The small noodles were coated in a layer of creamy sauce and mixed with a variety of colorful vegetables that I didn’t recognize, but just like everything else cooked up by these humans, it was delicious. The sweet, creamy sauce contrasted nicely with the savory taste of the noodles and the soft texture of the pasta paired with the lovely crunch of the vegetables made for a wonderful meal.
As I munched on my food, the wind lazily played with my tail. My heart drummed onward, steadying into an agreeable rhythm before finally, my breathing leveled out.
A field of purple flowers greeted us, climbing and falling with the rolling land. Down below us was the river we had loosely followed, bordered by nondescript bunches of shrubbery. Rapid white waters splashed up and against rocks, breaking the flow and sending up spray.
When together we finished our food, we sat there, enjoying the world around us. “So, Tevri,” as Jack spoke, I met his forward eyes, “we’ve been out here for two days now and I still know next to nothing about you. Why don’t you tell me a bit more ‘bout yourself.”
The sudden question caught me by surprise, but I tried my best to answer anyway. “There isn’t much to tell. I write stories and poetry about the nature of worlds I’ve visited.”
“Well, you must be one hell of a writer to throw around money like you do.”
At the compliment, I felt a rush of warmth to my face. “I—”
Jack’s calm demeanor became one of surprise in an instant. “Is your face ‘sposed to do that?” A pair of my paws clapped to my face, trying and failing to hide the spreading orange.
“Y-yes!” I squeaked. “It’s p-perfectly fine.”
“Huh, right.” He didn’t sound convinced in the slightest. “Well, uh, what about your family? You’ve met mine already, why don’t you tell me about yours?”
Just as the orange began to fade away, a shroud of mist met my eyes and my voice sunk with my ears. “I’d rather not.” The whiplash of jumping from a sense of contentment, to embarrassment, to sad longing was jarring to say the least.
“Ah.” He held his silence for a moment, allowing the blowing breeze and the distant rush of water to fill the space between.
“I’m sorry.”
“S-sorry? Sorry for what?”
Jack gave a huff. “You know it's funny really. You Venlil, us Humans. I never really saw it before, but even just a few days around you, it’s shown me just how similar our people really are.”
Again, wind and water.
“If it means anything, I’ve felt your loss.”
What?! How does he know? How could he possibly know?
He must have picked up my confusion before he responded. “After the battle of Earth I got used to hearing that answer of yours.”
Oh.
Jack rose, swinging his pack around his shoulders. “C’mon sheep, sun’s not getting any higher. Let's get going.”
“YOU—!” The dour mood was immediately washed away by my guide’s hearty laughter. Again with the emotional whiplash.
It was amazing how easily he managed to do that. Try as I might, I couldn’t stay mad at him. As I shook my head, I followed my guide’s motions and grabbed my bag to join him.
For a while we walked quietly, but once again, Jack tried to strike up a conversation. “So, you mentioned you’ve visited other worlds. What were they like?”
I gave the human equivalent of a shrug with my tail. “Some were better than others, but for the most part, they were quite beautiful.”
“You have any favorites?”
My ears perked up. “Oh yes! The sky cities of Nishtal were incredible. Dwelling among the clouds, it was a rather uplifting experience.” Jack groaned with a smile still on his face.
“That might be one of the worst puns I’ve ever heard.” In response, I simply chuckled.
“Nishtal, huh?” The smile on his face faded. “That’s the world of feathered sacks-of-shit, right?”
“What? The Krakotl? Don’t be dense now, they aren’t all that bad.”
Jack scoffed. “That’s easy for you to say. They didn’t try to wipe the Venlil from existence.”
“If they succeeded during the battle of earth, they very well could have. Not that it matters anymore. Nishtal’s skies are clouded by the ash of their once-lush swamps and their cities have been plucked from the skies. Their world died.”
Jack gave a gruff grunt. “What goes around comes around I guess.”
I was genuinely shocked at what I heard. The anger that began to bubble within me was not the same lighthearted stuff from earlier. “How can you say something like that?”
“They brought it upon themselves,” he barked.
“That bastard Kalsim was the one who brought destruction to his people and you know it. Billions of Krakotl were killed or captured by betterment. Can you honestly tell me, or even yourself, that any species deserves such a fate?”
Silence.
“No. No I guess I can’t” Mentally, I gave a sigh of relief.
With my tail, I gave him a gentle flick. “The Krakotl are functionally endangered now, you know? They may have killed a billion humans, but for each life taken, tens of their own were paid.”
My voice began to choke. “I had—have—friends among the Krakotl. If you think that the mourning you humans experienced was harsh, I just want you to think; how would you feel if less than a percent of your people survived death or capture”
These words of mine were followed by an air of silence. I wasn’t sure what it was exactly, but something I had said clearly struck a chord with the man. Unlike me, Jack seemed to ground himself in reality, but for the first time since I met him, his distant unfocused eyes made it clear enough that his mind was elsewhere.
The remainder of the day flew by beneath this same blanket of silence.
We passed from the wide grassy knolls into a sparse forest that was more brush than tree. The trail led beneath their branches and through the tall shrubbery, rarely veering one way or the other.
When we eventually stopped to make camp for the evening, the sun was still slightly above the horizon. The campsite was similar to the one we had stopped at on our first day. An old steel fire-pit was set in the middle and a steel food container lay to the side.
Even as we set up, the cold quiet remained.
Progress was slow. Jack usually did the majority of the work, but tonight, his movements were taken with less purpose than I was used to. More than once, his hands fumbled, dropping something only for him to robotically reach down and pick it up again.
Once he did finally unpack his belongings, he left to find wood for the fire. At least this time, I found myself less frightened than when he had last done so. The deafening silence of my thoughts was more disconcerting than the idea of any hunters prowling nearby.
Whatever I had said, it didn’t just strike a chord. No, this had shaken him. Not even those nightmares of his had affected him this deeply.
In much the same way that I hadn’t wanted to talk about my own family, it was clear that whatever this was, he had no desire to elaborate further. I did find it odd however that only after mentioning the near-annihilation of the Krakotl did he seem to change. Perhaps it had to do with whoever he had lost? If this was the case, then I couldn’t fully blame him for his hatred towards the Krakotl. Grief is a powerful accelerant for the fires of rage.
On the other paw, my poor heart broke for the poor avians. So many lost. So few left. When the news had arrived back on Venlil prime, I devoted every moment possible to comforting my grieving friends; to Dualo, Oqui, Icatl and Haiula.
For some though, the grief of their new reality was too strong. Several of my dear friends had been unable to overcome that grief. My ears fell and my head bowed. If nobody else would remember them, I would ensure I never forgot them. They deserved that much.
Despite the clouds looming over my mind, my ears perked up at the sound of footfalls and I turned to see a bundle beneath Jack’s arms. Minutes later, a brilliant blaze burned before us.
It felt good to have a fire again. The protective warmth felt like a familiar embrace. From my pack, I grabbed the same blanket my guide had lent me the day before and wrapped it across my body.
While I found myself shrouded in comfort, Jack prepared our food above the pit. It was yet another warm meal of packaged food. The smell of spice wafted up to the tips of my taste buds as he stirred it about with a metal ladle.
The clink of utensils against our metal bowls rose above the crackling flames. Their sun still peeked out from behind the trees, though soon enough, it fell and with it, came the night’s chill.
Countless stars that you simply didn’t get to see on Venlil Prime appeared in the night sky. A glance told me that I wasn’t the only one impressed by their appearance. My wide field of vision managed to capture nearly the entire sky. I wonder, which of those stars is home?
A gust of wind blew by sending shivers down my spine. The effect of the Wendigo’s story hadn’t been completely lost on me, but the terror it inspired had at least died down to a manageable amount. Staying near to Jack certainly helped.
Speaking of him, I’d had enough of this silence.
“Hey Jack, how would you like to hear a campfire story?” I asked, tossing aside the quiet that had covered.
“Hmph. A promise is a promise. Didn’t really have a fire last night to tell a story ‘round did we. Guess it’s only fair to give you a chance.”
My tail gave a flick of excitement at his agreeance. “I must warn you, this is a bit less of a story and more of a poem. It’s one of the last few that I wrote before my travels across the Federation ended. It isn’t quite as long of a tale as that Wendigo story you told me, but it means a lot to me.
Jack gave a thoughtful nod. “Very well, I call this poem ‘The Wandrer’s Curse.’”
“Across the stars we wandrers go,
not caring much for threat or foes,
The skies we see are not our own,
But from them wonder’s always shown.
From Nishtal’s clear and crystal skies,
To Fahl where golden deserts lie,
And ‘cross the cradle’s fruitful lands,
Our own horizons do expand.
It is amidst these very sights,
That we the wandrers oft delight,
For friends we seek and friends we find,
Across the worlds of species kind.
Thru mountains, oceans and the woods,
Where those long past once walked and stood,
The wandrers seek to find the past;
A simpler time, no clouds o’er cast.
Despite the friends which we have made,
The clouds above us cast their shade,
Upon the surface of our minds,
And seek our hearts with chains to bind.
It is our lot to flee from pain,
Brought on by smashing, lashing rains.
Til weary broken and undone,
We fall with legs which fail to run.
But such is life—that beautiful thing,
That brings one joy and suff’ring.
So with this final cloudless verse,
Remember thee, the wandrer’s curse.”
At the end of my poem, the crackling fire picked up where my words left off. My eyes raised to the heavens once more and I realized just how wonderful this life was. There was something truly sublime about existing right here during this exact moment; under the stars, surrounded by trees the whistling, beside a warm fire that staved off the cold.
Sharing it with Jack made it that much better.
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I think it'll take some time, maybe decades, before AI significantly replaces human doctors. As of now, I fully plan on finishing my MD degree plus residency, but I think it is possible that human doctors will start to be replaced during my lifetime (replaced = out of jobs entirely OR still working but with a significant pay cut). I'm thinking I should be ready to make a career switch sometime in the future, realistically probably something in biotech, but there are a few problems.

1. I have no experience with programming and in general, mathematical problem solving takes me a significantly longer time to learn and understand than most people in CS/biotech, which will be a huge disadvantage. I imagine at this level of advanced AI, most jobs will be highly quantitative.
2. I have no time to learn computer science/machine learning/AI while still doing medical school, residency, and patient care full time.
3. At minimum, the career I want would have to allow me to maintain the same income. Not sure how feasible this is, as most jobs outside of medicine don't pay 250k+ unless you're extremely skilled, extremely connected, or have decades of experience.
4. I have no idea what field I should be looking at. Most of the reason I'm going into medicine is because I find it personally meaningful. I'm willing to deal with the corporatized aspects of medicine because at the end of the day I'd still be treating patients. I feel "at home" in the hospital. I don't know of any job outside of medicine that retains that aspect.

Any advice?

We’ve had lots of heat this past week or so, and my car is like a sauna and doesn’t have AC. I got an email saying whenever the car is hot, my black box won’t charge.
I’ve been putting it on charge twice a day, whenever I’ve been driving to and home from work, but apparently it never charged at all as the car was too hot.
It’s been holding quite a bit of heat, but I work in a busy shopping centre 9-5 all week so I’m uncomfortable with leaving windows open so it’ll stay cool.
The other issue is, leaving it on charge while the car is off immediately kills my battery. I went to get petrol, car was off for five minutes, came back and it was dead as I’d accidentally left it on charge.
Apparently it’s too hot to be charging at 8am, 5pm, and 9pm. I honestly don’t do enough driving to get it charged half the time, but I’ve also got a curfew on it so I don’t know what they’re looking me to do.
I got an email today, saying that it’s died and they’ll void my insurance if it’s not charged.
Is there anything I can do other than waiting until about 3 in the morning and going out and sitting in the car with it on charge for about 45 minutes? Honestly, I’m so confused.

Hello, I bought my house a few months ago. It was constructed in 1936 and has some real good bones. It has old wiring (that has been pretty stressful but isn’t too big of a job), some shotty plumbing repairs (given that it was a rental property), and this terrible lacker paint that covers just about everything. But despite all this it has a great mid century feel and I believe it can be something im proud of. So I was stripping layers of paint and wallpaper off my kitchen walls this afternoon. And it has some roughed up wood paneling under it. Now id love to keep everything original as possible since im in my early 20s and cant afford any qualified contractors to come in and refurnish my kitchen. Would anyone recommend doing some repairs to the wood and sanding it down and staining? Or hanging some drywall over it? Tare it out and drywall? Ill leave a link below for pictures and I appreciate any advice you can give me. Im really stuck as what to do here so thankyou.
https://imgur.com/a/T4fOIfO

Hi everyone, About a month ago I got help filling my car up with Freon to make my AC work again. Well, now the fans only blow hot air again. I went and bought another can of Freon but it wouldn’t fill. I followed every step and am pretty confident I did it the right way. The gauge had a pressure sensor that immediately shot up, which I thought was strange. My best guess is that the car is still full of Freon (which is why the pressure sensor shot up) but that there is a larger issue. If this is the case, does anyone know what my issue would be? Are there car places that can fix this in a day? Thanks.

So apparently my (F30) life is turning into a soap opera and I have myself to partially blame for this.
My boyfriend (M33, Henry) have been together for 9 years. We built a life together: house, pets, someday kids. We want to grow old together and love each other dearly, but there is some turbulence. We’re total polar opposites. When it works, it’s amazing. But sometimes it’s exhausting, having to work so hard on your relationship, because we are so different. A while ago we had a huge fight and for the first time I did not see a way out anymore. I told him maybe this relationship has ran it’s course and we better break up. He refused and wanted to work on us. I have to say, ever since then it does seem better. And we’re both making changes, things have calmed down.
I have a great career going on. Love my job. But. Since half a year I’ve noticed myself catching feelings for a co-worker, Zack (M33, single). Known him for like 2 years, but we never really bonded until recently (turns out, he always thought I was distant and I thought the same of him. Apparently we both have a case of resting bitch face). It started with typical work banter, then a friendship, then the type of friendship where you text each other sometimes late at night and talk about personal stuff (I never told him my relationship issues by the way). Not only is he incredibly handsome, he is smart, sensitive, funny and we have amazing chemistry. I thought it’s just a one-sided crush and will fade eventually. Besides, he told me hasn’t fallen for anyone past 5 years and he rarely even likes a girl.
I’m not proud at this (nothing physical happened, lets get that straight first. But I know I crossed a line). Last Friday, we went out with a group of co-workers. Zack, me, Julia (F25, a good workfriend of mine who just gotten out of a relationship) and some others. Eventually everyone had to go, except for Zack and I. We stayed at the bar and had the best time. The chemistry we had before, went through the roof this night. A lot of flirting and meaningful looks. Then the bar closed and we waited for a cab together. I was cold, he held me tight. It felt so good.
I was too intoxicated to drive home (parked my car near his house) and he wouldn’t let me drive anyway. So I went inside with him, only to sit on his couch to sober up. We had tea together. Then we talked until the sun came up. And it got pretty serious. No banter, no playful flirting. Just meaningful conversations about ourselves, our childhoods etc. I didn’t plan for it to happen, but I told him I developed feelings for him. And then he told me it was mutual. We were both sad about it. Because I also made it very clear, despite everything I want to work on my relationship and that’s the path I’m choosing. So nothing can ever happen between us, we will stay friends. Even if my relationship does crash and burn, I’d want to be alone for a while. He understood. And he never tried to make a move, except for silently staring into my eyes sometimes which made me uncomfortable AF because all of the butterflies. We didn’t want the night to end but I felt like I really had to leave when it was 6.30AM. We hugged goodbye at the door, but it was a long and loaded hug. He held me tight, I had my head on his shoulders and for a moment I could feel lifetime with him flashing by. If things were different. I still get butterflies thinking back about it. He only let go when I let go. And then I drove away. It felt like I just broken up with him, even though we never started.
I still love Henry. I don’t want to throw our life away. But I think I’m also in love with Zack. And to make matters even more complicated, because fuck me and my karma, Julia just texted me that she’s starting to like Zack. He has been extra nice to her ever since she had the breakup. But I know how Zack thinks of her, he said she’s like his little sister. Except obviously I can’t tell her that. The irony is that she wants my advice about this. (Absolutely no one knows about Zack and me, I plan to keep it that way.) What the hell should I say, don’t bother because he already likes someone else aka me?!
I’m just so done with this. I used to joke: I love drama when it doesn’t involves me. Look at me now. My whole life has been unproblematic and dramafree so I don’t know how to deal with this. And frankly, I feel too old to be caught up in this stupid love pentagon. There’s so much to unpack and I have all these feelings flying around giving me anxiety. Guilt, desire, frustration, doubts. Where do I go from here?
TLDR: want to fight for my 9yo relationship, despite secretly falling in love for a co-workefriend, Zack, and he’s falling for me too. Add into the mix that another co-workefriend just confessed to me that she’s starting to like Zack.

Did a drain and flush on hot water heater. Let kitchen sink and laundry sink in “hot water on” position throughout. Turned cold water on to refill tank. Hot water on in laundry room is running as normal, but kitchen hot water is only a trickle now, however kitchen cold water is full flow so I don’t think it’s regulator at kitchen sink… ideas?

Darf ich einen Umzug verlangen? Kurze Zusammenfassung: ich w 21 und mein Freund m 24 sind seit 4 Jahren in einer Beziehung und da ich nun zum studieren weggezogen bin, frage ich mich, ob ich von meinem Freund verlangen kann/darf, dass er mir hinterher zieht (500km von der Heimat entfernt)
Darf ich „verlangen“, dass mein Freund mir hinterher zieht? Im Oktober letzten Jahres habe ich mein Studium begonnen und bin dafür 500km aus der Heimat weggezogen. Allein. Auf meinen „Wunsch“ hin. (Ehrlich gesagt hatte ich Angst, auf die Ablehnung & Enttäuschung, wenn er nein sagen würde) Die offizielle Erklärung war, ich bin mir nicht sicher, ob ich das Studium packe. Wir einigten uns darauf, dass er nach einem halben Jahr bis Jahr herkommt (wenn ich die ersten Prüfungen bestanden habe etc.)
Nun ist diese Zeit vergangen und die Prüfungen liefen mehr oder weniger okay, ich mache keine Anstalten abzubrechen.
Da er zu Beginn große Ängste/Eifersucht hatte, habe ich mich seeeehr zurück gehalten und bin noch NIE auf eine Party etc. gegangen. (Er hat n trauma was feiern/parties usw. angeht aus der vorherigen BZ((ja fraglich, aber steht jz hier nicht zur Debatte)) Bin also nie losgegangen mit Gruppen in denen Typen dabei waren, weil ich nicht wollte, dass ich er Angst/Stress hat. Das hatte zur Folge, dass ich kaum Kontakte knüpfen konnte und mich dementsprechend oft alleine fühle, meine Familie/ Freunde aus der Heimat und natürlich auch meinen Freund vermisse.
Er kommt mich so ca. 2x im Monat für 2 Tage am WE besuchen, ich kann seltener in die Heimat, weil sehr stressiges Studium.
Seit einigen Monaten mache ich nun ab und zu Andeutungen, dass ich mich freue wenn er herzieht und ob er schon nach Arbeit usw. schaut - nie kam was zurück oder nur ausweichend.
Letztes Wochenende hab ich ihn konkret angesprochen & er sagte er will nicht herziehen, wegen seiner Familie und es wäre ja so teuer. (Er wohnt noch zu Hause (24J.), geht Vollzeit arbeiten und ist sparsam = hat gutes finanzielles Polster) Ja sein Netto Gehalt ist nicht sonderlich hoch, aber wier könnten davon leben, nur nicht viel weglegen. Für mich kommen meine Eltern zu 100% auf. Im Gespräch kam heraus, dass auch in einem Jahr sich an seinen Gründen nichts ändern wird und irgendwie durch die Blume hab ich verstanden, dass er keine Zukunft sieht, in der er hier mit mir lebt… Das hat mich sehr verletzt und an der Stelle habe ich das Gespräch dann abgebrochen. Laut ihm geht es ihm Hauptsächlich um den finanziellen Aspekt. Er würde beruflich gerne etwas anderes machen, weiß aber nicht was. „Wenn man googelt kommt nichts“
Er ist nicht gerade der Typ Mensch, der sich engagiert und lebensverlängernde Dinge in den Angriff nimmt. Den Ausbildungsplatz hatte er damals durch seinen Vater bekommen inkl. Bewerbung.
Ich glaube ich müsste mich wahrscheinlich um einen Job für ihn, eine gemeinsame Wohnung und den Papierkram kümmern, damit er herkommt. (Keine Sorge, werde ich nicht tun)
Ich liebe ihn, auch wenn es jetzt etwas negativ klingt, hat er natürlich auch viele! gute Seiten!
Mir geht es nur darum, dass ich nicht weiß, ob ich das Recht habe, von ihm zu verlangen herzukommen. Ich bleibe hier noch mindestens 5 Jahre und kann mir wirklich nicht vorstellen, so eine BZ zu führen, in der man sich 4x im Monat sieht. Oft beschleicht mich das Gefühl, dass ich eventuell gar nicht so sehr seine Traumfrau bin, für die er Berge versetzen würde? Oder habe ich nur eine andere Art zu lieben?
Übrigens sind wir bereits 4 Jahre zusammen und nun gut 9 Monate in dieser Fernbeziehung.
Ich bin gerade echt traurig, aber Gespräche funktionieren aktuell irgendwie auch kaum, egal wie vorsichtig ich ran gehe. Vielleicht hat ja jemand von euch bis hierher gelesen und hat einen netten Radschlag.

Typing in English because it’s meant to address stateside Puerto Ricans
When I’m online I always see the content about gringos taking over our island but how come when we leave to go to the USA we never make provisions to come back to PR? It’s always a “I wish I could live in Puerto Rico again🥹” but I rarely see us picking the careers that will allow us to travel flexible to the island frequently.
I work as a surgical tech and I do travel surgical tech. A very easy career for us to get into. I work 13 weeks, go to PR for 4 weeks and repeat. I think more of us need to get in careers like this as well as start getting remote jobs.
It was just on my mind as I was on tik tok seeing Puerto Ricans in the comments upset at gringos buying up real estate in PR but it’s up to us to make our money in the US and get back to the island so WE can dominate our own real estate market before the gringos completely takeover.

It's 2am and I am so sleepy rn but due to no fuckin electricity in my area, I am left to rot in this hot weather with not even a fan, but this doesn't even feel hard to me for some reason. This year has been the worse out of all, I've lived so far.
My year started with my dad getting admitted to hospital because his old symptoms from 3 years started resurfacing. In January I had my jee mains which I terribly failed, next I spent my entire February/March studying for boards. My mother met with an accident and severely injured her leg, and was at bedrest for a month. It's time like this when you understand how hard mothers actually work, I would do less than half what she did, and still get tired. In April I fucked my jee second attempt too. Making my confidence go completely spiralling down. I spent most of my April taking care of my mother. It's may, and my cousin got diagnosed with schizophrenia, as absurd as it sounds, it took my family quite a while to actually accept a mental disorder as a real problem and make efforts to get help for her. Now it's time, my family moves in a different place. Just 2 days before moving in, I wake up to my dad screaming in pain, truly one of the most horrifying sight I ever saw. He was rushed to the hospital, where doctor said he has kidney stones and would require an operation. Now we're moved in, and my mother starts to feel something weird around her eye and had to go see a doctor, who told her she requires an eye surgery cause there is some new flesh building up in the cornea
I've shed too many tears this year, wondering why is God being so cruel to my family. I've been also trying to be consistent with my studies but I truly am a mediocre student and perhaps this is the best of my ability. I do know with some more efforts I can do better but I can't bring myself to put anymore efforts, I am truly tired of studying the same thing since January and attempting so many exams and mocks only to see Little to no improvement. I don't even want to continue studies anymore, I just want all this around me to stop and everything become normal as it was before.
Wrote this while covered in sweat, feeling absolutely nothing and waiting for this night to end or for power to return

This is the 3rd time this has happened now. This morning I had a weird ache in my throat that I've never felt before. I drank way too much last night so I thought I was just really dehydrated. I tried to take it easy and hydrate but it kept getting worse. Then it felt like my throat was closing up and I was having trouble breathing. I started hyperventilating to the point where my body started buzzing. I have never buzzed this much before. I was getting dizzy. I really did not want to call 911 but I swear I couldn't breathe. I tried to take a hot shower to open my throat but didn't work. Somehow I convinced myself that my lips were turning purple but it was just the lighting. I finally decided to call 911 and could only say 2-3 words at a time and could barely understand what the operator was saying. A fire truck came and like 10 young volunteers surrounded me outside my porch and started asking questions and getting a bunch of things out, with all the neighbors peeking out. Literally as soon as they talked to me, I was perfectly normal. They thought I called about someone else in the house but I told them it was me and they were genuinely so nice but I could tell they seemed a little confused because I was talking to them as if nothing happened 1 minute ago. At that point, I felt very embarrassed and guilty for causing such a scene and feeling like I wasted their time.
This happened last year too when I thought I was having a heart attack and took an ambulance to the ER just for everything to come back normal. As soon as I stepped in the ambulance I felt at peace and felt really bad but the paramedic convinced me to go to the ER just in case, but all it did was run up a medical bill. So I was hesitant to call 911 and I'm afraid that one day I really will have a medical emergency and I won't get treated.
I wanna know if this has happened to anyone else where you felt immediately fine once you are in the presence of paramedics, nurses, doctors, etc. BTW, I haven't been evaluated for asthma.

After talking with my bff I’m not sure if I’m overreacting or if she’s right about this being something to be upset over. So the other night my friends about 12 of us planned to play a game we’ve been playing since we were kids. It’s basically among us but it’s in a graveyard. We aren’t disrespectful and we ALWAYS clean up after ourselves. (For context I live where all of our graves are above grounds so there isn’t any walking on top of people. We’re mostly on the streets within the cemetery.) My friend texted me that we would be playing and everyone really wanted my boyfriend to come and meet them. I had asked my boyfriend to come play before and he has said no. This time I really wanted him to come. I begged him to come and told him I wouldn’t be mad if he left as long as he actually gave it a shot. He finally agreed to go. The night of he pulls up to my friends house and we all load into her van for the 10 min drive to the graveyard. Getting into the van he started complaining. The van was too hot and too bumpy. Oh well I ignored it. We get to the cemetery. And it’s time to hop the fence. He knew about this before he agreed to go. I hop the fence first. Super easy. Then he says he doesn’t want to do it and he’s going to the McDonald’s up the road. I asked if he was serious, if he wasn’t even going to give it a shot. He walked away to the McDonald’s. I was aggravated he didn’t even try. My friends and I head towards the middle the the cemetery and I give him one last call asking if he’s sure. He agrees to come in. He hope the fence and we all cheer for him. Once he’s in he won’t talk to me. He’s kind of ignores me through most of the game so I partner up with my bff. She starts making siren sounds and whistling to get everyone to come to the center. My boyfriend comes up to her and goes “can you not?” She asks him what he means. He says he is worried about the cops coming. We all assure him that he doesn’t need to worry about that and we’ve been doing this since we were kids. The cops don’t care since we’re not doing drugs are making messes. He continues to make rude comments towards her about being loud. After a round of playing he keeps asking everyone to hurry up the game because he wants to leave. I told him to chill out and if he wants to leave no one is stopping him. He can go home. We play two or three more rounds and finally he gets into it for the last round. I was so happy he got into it. Finally we leave and then comes the complaining about the van again. We get back home and we all head out separate ways. When I got to my house I gave him a call and told him how happy I was that he came out and met my friends and that it meant a lot to him. He then starts into him about how he’s going to get a trespassing charge and how he’s going to make me pay for it. I tell him to stop worrying about it and that he isn’t going to get in any trouble. There aren’t even cameras there.
Today at work I mentioned to my friends that I was upset about how he was so angry over the phone after the fact. She mentioned his bad attitude the night of and I thought about it some more and she was right. I am now not sure if how I’m feeling is even valid. Yes he came which was the thing I wanted in the end. But majority of the time he was there he was complaining and/or ignoring me. I don’t even know how to bring this up. And if I’m overreacting I feel like I shouldn’t bring it up at all.
Some advice about this would be appreciated from an outside pov.
TL;DR: my bf came to an event I wanted him to come to but he didn’t. He then complained and ignored me most of the time and even after. I now don’t know if I should be happy that he came of if I have the right he upset at his behavior when he came.

Should i tell them. Itll just upset everyone and not change anything. I dont have the energy to get a job. Hardly the energy to eat. Havent showered or brushed teeth in months. Whats the point of this life? Be confused, work to make just enough to live, then die poor like 99% of people? Have kids? So i can pass on my health issues and mental health clusterfu k to them? What else? Work two jobs and overtime so i can put the downpayment on a house in 30 years? Buy a nicer car that needs repairs and costs money just to have? Travel? I cant afford the gas to go to fuckign taco bell
My family is tired of me "freeloading" and being "lazy". When my parents die ill get half of what they own but god forbid they help me when theyre still alive. Ssris help but didnt fix anything, makes my dick hardly work. Who cares anyway. I went to school, left, had a few jobs, all torture. The only things i look forward to are coffee and cigarettes.
I dont want to get a job. Ill do ok for a week out of fear of failure, then not be reliable employee, get fired and embarassed. I want to tell my family im suicidal so they can understand where im at and stop asking me to get abfucking job and saying "youll be so much happier with a job" and "youll feel so much better about yourself." So what does that say about me now? That i shouldnt feel good about myself because im unemployed? Thats the point of life? Have a job = success and uneployed = failure? Really? What a shit life
I dont want to end it and leave my dog bernie behind. Plus my parents would blame themselves. I dont want that. Considering being homeless so i dont have to see the disappointment in my parents and familys faces every day. If my family wasnt here id have kms by now.
Boohoo poor me, sorry to complain. I dont have anyone to talk to.