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So long story short, I was in the medical field. Have been since 19 and just plain done and burnt out on it. So I thought long and hard on what other career changes I can do make Decent money be able to work on myself and doesn't require a lot of schooling, TRUCKING!! So after a whole year of research and really look into it and going to different schools and interviewing them. I finally decided on a school and I completed in school!! My first week was so bad I didn't even think I could do it Hell even my teacher was concerned I could not even straight line back to save my life. ( Funny there's another lady there in school who can not straighten back and is her 4th week she still cant) So I'm proud of myself I went to Walmart that 1st week bought a toy truck went home and practiced that's what helped me understand the trailer in the tractor. Fast forward to test day Test for schedule at one pm I came in extra early just to get more practicing now it's one p m And we started off with pre trip got that out the way then we do in cab inspection aced it.. Now on to skills straight line back, ✔️ offsets ✔️ Then my Test instructor have the choice between nineties and parallel What does he choose the dreaded nineties. I TANKED BAD I really appreciate him trying to help me. He even gave me some hints when he wasn't supposed to he really wanted me to pass. They were all rooting for me but I messed up too many pull ups, I don't know if I put too much in on the ninetie i'm pretty sure I set up correctly I got out and looked everything was good but when I was backing in my trailer was pushing way to much to the right. I hit the cone had to pull up and when I backed up I kept ending up in the same position. I cried I worked really hard and practiced an extra week.. I'm not giving up... There was one girl who had a test for a whole year. She just finally got her cdl that gives me encouragement that girl did not give up cause. I definitely probably would have been done with it. I would love to hear stories of anyone the fell the first time.. but dusted their selfs off.. and tried, tried again.

I left the industry 7 years ago to help at my families business, because my dad needed help. It is a distribution/warehousing company that, now after a lot of hard work, fulfills for Costco, Sam's, Best Buy, Walmart, etc. I had been working there in the mornings, going straight to the restaurant and working until close. When we finally got the business going and needed a full time person I took the opportunity and left cooking. I had always dreamed of running my own kitchen, but realized it wasnt for me. I just couldn't take the stress of coming in to the restaurant(high-end, big city) and wondering if I was going to have a friendly chef, or someone who was going to light me up and scream at me for 10 minutes over nothing. I couldn't understand after years of hard work, and training, only making $12.50 an hour with no benefits. I could work every station, got along great with other employees, and still was treated like shit for SLIGHTLY under salting one plate that went to the pass, one night during a rush.
I am now running the business, and have hired employees, and unfortunately have had to let some go. I recently heard a cook tell me they can't do anything else, because they have no other skills. That is not true whatsoever. Let me tell you why I love hiring ex-cooks.

1. Attention to Detail- This was drilled into me from day one of cooking. "If it's not right, do it twice!" Cooks strive to do things right the first time so they do not have to do it again.
2. Sense of Urgency- Get shit done NOW, don't wait until later. Cooks just get it done so when it IS needed it's ready.
3. Loyalty- Cooks for some reason seem to be loyal, even to horrible employers. When you treat them like people(pay them a livable wage), who have emergencies/things that come up last minute, give them PTO and understanding, cooks work harder for you. Some don't and unfortunately will take advantage, but those are the few and far between that I have had to let go. Cooks don't call in for bullshit, they call in because they genuinely need the time off.
4. Mise En Place- This is probably the biggest thing. Knowing what you have to get done, organizing, and having everything in place to do just that. 3 of us, 6 orders, 30 pallets, mixed cases, all going to different stores, needs to be ready by 3:30PM and it's 11:30am? No problem. Cooks might walk into the warehouse like it is the void of a walk-in, but then snap into gear and remember what they need, how to prepare it, where it goes and get it out.

I could go on, but know that if you are thinking of making a career change, but don't think you have the skills, you are wrong. Our head of customer service for North America is an ex-cook, my warehouse manager is an ex-cook, our head of operations and logistics is an ex-cook, our office manager is an ex FOH employee.
God speed to you all, and good luck this memorial day.

I don't really know where to start either, so I guess I'll start by saying I am a survivor.
Through no one's fault that lived in the house I grew up in, our childhood was very difficult. It was chaotic, turbulent, and often we had no running water. Our Parents split up when I was very young and there were periods of time where my father was simply not in the picture and my mother was more often than not in her room, so my siblings and I mostly managed that time on our own. When my mother pulled herself together and managed to raise us mostly alone, she attended college and earned her degree, becoming a special education teacher. As you can imagine, raising 4 kids on a teacher's salary, one with with severe disabilities, was incredibly hard for her to do. While my father did pay child support, he didn't make anywhere near enough to really help and his contributions was hardly enough to buy food for a month. Although I'm incredibly proud of my mother for working so hard to earn her degree, it was simultaneously the best and worse thing that could have happened to us. We had been receiving help from our state for my special needs sibling, and with her new job, we lost all the aid we had been getting for him and insurance refused to cover anything we had for him before the change. Things went downhill the years that followed and without going too deep into the details, cps was involved as the situation was becoming too dangerous for us all and my sibling was taken as a ward of the state. My father at that point has cleaned himself up and had been much more involved in our lives, but very early into my teen years he had to move away from us to find more work, and my relationship with my mother had become sour due to our resentments toward each other, so by the time I'd met him, I was desperate for any amount of love or attention.
I met him in while in a dark period of my life, my high school sweetheart, my ex-husband, he was my rock. I felt like he was the only person that held any interest in me, that would talk to me and listen to what I had to say, and he always knew how to make me feel better. But things didn't seem right to me, he would often talk badly of my family, but I was so angry and hurt at the time, I'm sure I didn't paint them in the best light so I didn't think anything of it. He would want me to do things with him, even when I was uncomfortable or tried to refuse, but I'd always give in eventually because I was afraid to lose him. He'd make comments about my body and make me feel like I was unworthy because of my body hair and my shape and I thought I was ugly. He'd broken up with me at one point without any explanation and only tried to date me again after I'd started dating someone else. When we did get back together, I tried even harder to keep him, and that's when I should have known what was actually happening. His comments came up more, he was more aggressive about what he wanted, and while at that point he had never hit me, he made me sleep with him when I said I couldn't do that/didn't want to. But I stayed because I didn't think anyone else loved me and I didn't know that what he was doing was wrong. My parents and I never talked about that kind of thing and my parents were single for most of my life up up until that point, and I didn't have step parents until I was in my late teens, so I didn't know that my experience was not normal in a healthy relationship.
As we grew older and graduated from high school I discovered that he had tried dating a girl I was close with and she warned me what he said and did so I broke up with him and started college on my own, only to learn we had the same psychology class and he pulled me back in. I wasn't doing well in school and tensions between my mother and I had only gotten worse, so when his parents offered for me to move in with them, I jumped at the opportunity. The only rule being I had to go to school or at least be working, which I followed, but at that point he had quit school and was constantly either quitting jobs or just stopped going altogether, and started volunteering at a VFD, so I felt obligated to earn an income for us in order to stay so I quit school and stated working. I was never allowed to see our bank details, I was never given the login nor would he let me see the account so I never knew where the money was going, but I didn't complain because I had food, running water, clothes, and a roof over my head and that was enough for me. I know that it paid for the car insurance for his vehicle, and an awful lot of subway, but I don't know what else he spent the money on. Eventually I needed dental care, which my family and I had not been able to get much of, and he needed access to mental health services and my income was not enough to cover either of those so I married him and I joined the military as I felt I didn't have any other options. He was ecstatic, but my family took the news hard and it only caused more discourse.
After joining, things did not improve. I remember finishing up bootcamp and being so excited with how much money I would be earning, I thought we'd never have to worry about it again, and I was so happy to be able to provide for him in ways that I had not been able to before. I would be earning a free education, getting health care, and eventually maybe I could raise a family like I always wanted, but felt was out of reach for me. It was only after I graduated that I learned he spent everything. He only returned some items he had bought because one of my siblings found out and made him give some back. After the graduation he wanted to move to where I was training for my job, so he drove up with all our things and stayed in a hotel room close to base. As you can imagine, that was also very expensive. We eventually got housing, but we had almost nothing when we moved in. He got a job on base and would watch all the women as they did PT, would drink every night at home, and things only got more turbulent the longer we lived on our own. Eventually he quit his job and would drink all day and get upset with me when I'd come home from work because I was too tired to do much and I was struggling to keep up in training so I was studying late at the school house almost everyday.
Eventually our relationship broke down after I had made a horrifying discovery, something so terrible that I couldn't even look past it. At that point I had made up my mind that the marriage was over, I couldn't be with him anymore, and I left to stay with a friend for a few days. During this time I had made a terrible mistake and cheated on my ex-husband. Not because I wanted revenge, but because I wanted someone to care about me, even if it was for the wrong reasons, but it only solidified my decision. After building up the courage to go home and tell him everything, the cheating, that what he was doing was wrong, and that I couldn't take it anymore and that I wanted a divorce. I didn't even get a chance to tell him before he told me if I ever left him like that or ever tried to end the relationship he 'would be upstairs with a gun in his mouth'. He had never threated himself or others before this so I believed him and I ended up staying and keeping everything a secret out of fear of what he would do. I took apart the gun he bought with the money I had earned and hid them in different parts of the house to keep him from killing himself and I told him he needed to stop drinking, seek therapy, and either get a job or work on school/trade school, and I would seek therapy for myself. I asked for marriage counseling, but he refused and said he'd do therapy on his own. He only went to a few sessions before quitting. I went to receive services on base for my marital issues and as I started talking to a counselor, she made it very clear to me that what he was doing was abuse and she would not allow me to leave the building unless I filed some kind of report on him, and me not clearly understanding how reporting worked in the military entirely, panicked and filled a closed report on him so at least there was a paper trail. I never went back because I was in denial about the abuse and I did not think I was a victim, if anything I felt as guilty as him.
As my career progressed, things did settle down for awhile. I had finished up school and at that point we had moved to my first duty station, he was still drinking, but not as often and did start working again part time and I had started becoming more relaxed. I met the division I would be working with and I loved them all. They were the first real experience I had ever had with stability and it was something I needed. I became more of a workaholic, volunteering to stay later to accomplish more tasks as we were shorthanded and I wanted to be more helpful to the division. Things had been going well for the most part, but I was still deep in denial about things he was doing. He had taken out credit cards without telling me and even took one out in my name without me knowing, I only found out after they called me to apologize for the card being late and that it was on the way. I was so shocked I didn't correct her and he maxed out all the cards. I still had no access to the account, but at this point I could text the bank to get the balance, but still didn't know where the money was going. He started to be more aggressive about intimacy and demanding more and more of me, and there were times where I'd wake up to him touching me or he would just wake me up for sex so I wasn't able to sleep much and I was tired all the time. I didn't say anything or try to stop him anymore because I felt like I deserved it for what I had done, and it was easier to give him what he wanted than to try to fight him or make him stop. I was afraid of what would happen if I ever said no.
After this point in time, we finally had an idea of when I was to be deployed and things began to ramp up. I was away from home more often, but it was still several months away from deployment and with the holidays coming up, we decided to go big that year and make thanksgiving dinner. A few days after thanksgiving, I wasn't feeling well and was experiencing abdominal pain, but with my PCOS symptoms I just figured my cycle was coming and was hitting me harder than usual, but he recognized that something was wrong and made me go to the hospital and I had emergency surgery for my appendix. I remember him wanting to take a picture of my stomach because 'I would never look the same again', all I could think about before that was how scared I was of the surgery and how long it would take for me to go back to work, but after that it made me feel even more ugly as it was one of the only things he ever really said he liked about me and I felt vain for worrying about the scars. The surgery didn't go as planned, and instead of the small incisions I was told I would have, I woke up to a massive scar right down the center on my abdomen. My appendix had been too close to bursting and they had to make a larger opening to remove it, and all I could remember was the blinding pain as they wheeled me back to my room where I was left alone with him. I did not receive any pain medication for several hours after and it was the worst pain I'd ever experienced in my life. When they finally did give me something, it wasn't enough and I was put on Dilaudid to manage my pain. The second night of my week long stay, my husband was lying in bed with me and asked me for sex. I was in so much pain, all I could think about was how horrible I felt, and I said no to him for the first time in nearly two years. That I needed to get better first and I didn't think I could handle it with the pain I was in, but he kept touching me and begging, saying the Dilaudid would keep me from being in too much pain and I felt so scared that I said yes because every time before I had said no he took what he wanted anyway and I was afraid that he would hurt me. All I can remember doing was looking out the window and the night, watching the cars drive away on the the highway and the cars leaving the parking lot and as he pulled up my gown, and I pushed the button for more medicine, but it wasn't enough to stop the pain. I remember the visitors I had after, I remember my division getting me flowers and a get well soon card with so many kind words that I kept all this time and all I could do was push the button for more medicine, but it still hurt so much. I had to walk after and every day to keep clots from forming and to start recovering, but my pain never diminished and I was discharged from the hospital.
In the months that followed my pain changed and seemed like it was spreading, but it never stopped hurting, sometimes it wouldn't be so bad, but others were so bad I couldn't get out of bed. He was still asking for sex and other favors, but with less frequency as he seemed more frustrated that I couldn't preform. Every time I had to, I was in so much pain I could not function at home or at work and it affected me very deeply. We tried getting help for my pain and to try and figure out what was going on, but all the doctors I saw accused me of drug seeking behaviors and wouldn't offer me any help or send me to someone who could help me. It got so bad that I started begging them for help and begging them not to give me anything until we knew what was wrong, all the while deployment was fast approaching and I was afraid that I would either miss the deployment, or that I would go, but still not know what was wrong and drag my division down. I became very depressed and started drinking as we made more appointments. I remember the 3rd or 4th time they sent me to gyno for my issues I had become so frustrated and angry that I laid everything out with the doctor, every single little thing I could think of I told them (all with the exception of my ex husbands treatment) and she didn't ask me any questions, she didn't ask me about the details of my many symptoms at this point, or try to understand how I was feeling. She instead asked me how my relationship was with my father was. All the while he was sitting in the room with us, the real cause to all my pain in aguish, just casually listening in, waiting to complain how I wasn't having enough sex with him as he did in most of the appointments and I became enraged. I defended my father, and I put my uniform back on and said I'd like to speak with another doctor and asked her directly how to file a report, not against my ex, but her for saying something so horrible about my Dad, the only man in my life I loved more than any other in the world. After I left I called to make another appointment as I couldn't see anyone else that day.
When I was finally sent to pain management, deployment was two months away and I was terrified. I wanted to go so badly because it meant I could get away from him, I could finally leave him and he would never be able to reach me so long as I was on the ship and safe with my division, but nothing worked out the way I had hoped for. I was told it was Fibromyalgia. That this condition was life long and there was no cure, that I'd not only be removed from the ship, but that I'd have to leave the military all together. I was devastated, and the little patience he did give me while we tried to get a diagnosis quickly disappeared. I was put on several different medications to manage my symptoms, but he continued to make me have sex, even when we were told not to so I could have a chance to let my body recover, and things got worse the more I pushed back. The medication was meant to help me sleep because my pain could be better managed if I slept better, but he would wake me up at night and hurt me, and it never stopped. One night, when I was on Ambien, I had gone to bed and I remember falling asleep next to him, but I woke up to him on top of me, inside me, it hurt so much and I was in so much pain and it was so dark I didn't recognize him. I tired to fight him off me, but the medicine was so strong I couldn't stop him and he pinned my arms down. I couldn't stop crying and he finally stopped. I can't remember if he finished or not because I fell back asleep crying and flaring up. He continued this kind of behavior for the months that followed and although he never went that far again, he did continue to make me have sex and continued to hurt me in my sleep to the point of waking me up, claiming he loved me too much to stop. I didn't feel safe enough to take Ambein anymore and eventually stopped it all together, I didn't sleep for 4 days after that. All of this was happening as I was removed from the ship and placed on limited duty orders to await my medical board, placed in therapy, physical therapy, and many other appointments and medication changes to try to get my symptoms under control, but things became harder for me to manage and my drinking only got worse. When I finally escaped him, with the help of my now husband, I stopped all treatments and medications to manage my symptoms. To this day I cannot bring myself to be in a hospital, doctor's office, or take anything other than the things I took as a teen because I know how they work and that I can defend myself when I take them.
I can't bring myself to write anymore tonight, but there were so many things that happened that it's too much for me to write it all down and while I know he did many terrible things, I also was not innocent and I broke my vows. I will never defend myself for cheating, I know it was wrong and to this day I punish myself for it, but I do not regret finally learning that sex was not something you take from someone you love, that it was not something that is forced on you, it's not supposed to hurt you. Rape is not a consequence for cheating, you might destroy your marriage, you might end a relationship or somehow work it all out and stay together, but you do not deserve to go through that even when you make such a terrible mistake. If they can do so many awful things and you stay with them, forgive them, and still try to make it work, why give them so much grace and not give yourself even the smallest amount? You are a human being who is deserving of love and dignity, you do not deserve abuse. If anyone reads this please know that if you feel alone, if you're in this situation still, know that I love you and that when you are free, things will get so much better for you I promise. You are worthy of love and your deserve better.

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I use to think that being comfortable with where I'm at in my career meant an upscale apartment in a city without a care in the world. This weekend I learned I'll be comfortable when I don't have to convince my 6 year old at a Walmart that baby sister will like the fox more than elmo because it's softer, but in reality it's because the fox is $5 and elmo is $15. I feel like I have so much to offer to my career and a company I'm working for, whether it my current nonprofit or a new one.
I've given quite a bit of my time to a company for years only to be turned down for promotions multiple times. Ive worked countless hours of overtime on hours that have kept me absent from my babies. All this while I watch new hires get places on my ideal shift for my family. Now, I'm planning on going back from maternity leave early because it's rumored a position I really would like will be opening up again.
I crave the reality of being able to be a successful working mother, and I firmly believe that the possibilities are endless. My husband is a stay-at-home dad, and we homeschool our children. We have even discussed the possibility of relocating for a job if it's truly worthwhile for me. However, the prospect of finding a position that truly values my contributions and respects my time seems like an unattainable dream. I feel trapped and unsure of the next step to take for the betterment of my family.
I just want to take a Friday morning trip to Walmart with my kids and not be in a panic attack/ cold sweat the entire time over the total. I'm just not sure where to start.. I've been spinning in a circle my entire maternity leave.

I use to think that being comfortable with where I'm at in my career meant an upscale apartment in a city without a care in the world. This weekend I learned I'll be comfortable when I don't have to convince my 6 year old at a Walmart that baby sister will like the fox more than elmo because it's softer, but in reality it's because the fox is $5 and elmo is $15. I feel like I have so much to offer to my career and a company I'm working for, whether it my current nonprofit or a new one.
I've given quite a bit of my time to a company for years only to be turned down for promotions multiple times. Ive worked countless hours of overtime on hours that have kept me absent from my babies. All this while I watch new hires get places on my ideal shift for my family. Now, I'm planning on going back from maternity leave early because it's rumored a position I really would like will be opening up again.
I crave the reality of being able to be a successful working mother, and I firmly believe that the possibilities are endless. My husband is a stay-at-home dad, and we homeschool our children. We have even discussed the possibility of relocating for a job if it's truly worthwhile for me. However, the prospect of finding a position that truly values my contributions and respects my time seems like an unattainable dream. I feel trapped and unsure of the next step to take for the betterment of my family.
I just want to take a Friday morning trip to Walmart with my kids and not be in a panic attack/ cold sweat the entire time over the total. I'm just not sure where to start.. I've been spinning in a circle my entire maternity leave.

I use to think that being comfortable with where I'm at in my career meant an upscale apartment in a city without a care in the world. This weekend I learned I'll be comfortable when I don't have to convince my 6 year old at a Walmart that baby sister will like the fox more than elmo because it's softer, but in reality it's because the fox is $5 and elmo is $15. I feel like I have so much to offer to my career and a company I'm working for, whether it my current nonprofit or a new one.
I've given quite a bit of my time to a company for years only to be turned down for promotions multiple times. Ive worked countless hours of overtime on hours that have kept me absent from my babies. All this while I watch new hires get places on my ideal shift for my family. Now, I'm planning on going back from maternity leave early because it's rumored a position I really would like will be opening up again.
I crave the reality of being able to be a successful working mother, and I firmly believe that the possibilities are endless. My husband is a stay-at-home dad, and we homeschool our children. We have even discussed the possibility of relocating for a job if it's truly worthwhile for me. However, the prospect of finding a position that truly values my contributions and respects my time seems like an unattainable dream. I feel trapped and unsure of the next step to take for the betterment of my family.
I just want to take a Friday morning trip to Walmart with my kids and not be in a panic attack/ cold sweat the entire time over the total. I'm so exhausted of this.

Nursing or Tech career
I'm located in Houston.
Having a life career crisis. 36/m
For the past 10-15yrs I've been having goals never reaching them, or even applying.
I'm at a point where I'm down and feel hopeless, but not out yet.
I exited high school, and went straight to college to start for a nursing degree (don't know why, didn't have any interest just needed to do something)
College wasn't interesting to me, it was great, but I wasn't very focused.
So I continued to work, then life happened.
I had a kid at 26, and was making decent money. But nothing I could vacation on. Retail has been my greatest career accomplished.
I get burnt out every now and then, and get a burst of "I'm going to change this right now!" And it goes good for a day or maybe a week. And then time passes and the feeling of nothing happening overcomes me and then I feel stuck. (This happens a lot).
A few years ago I was doing really good, and decided to go out, and clear my debt to school, and get that in order to pursue in nursing again. Everything was going great! I did it! I'm 0-debt free and can apply for classes again, I felt accomplished! What a great feeling!
Then I had to apply for classes, and that would take time... So then the feeling of nothing happening hits again.... Back to clocking in at work.
Tried looking for jobs that pay more then what I'm getting paid now, but can't find anything, everything is just 18-20/hr... Not enough to live, bills, car note, kids, rent, etc.
I should be grateful for what I have, and I am! But it's not enough, I feel like my mother, who was single, and only had to take care of me, did way better of a job at this life thing, and she was just working at a deli shop, I had everything! I had a wonderful childhood and a nice place to live. Or maybe she hid the struggle more then I could ever see. But she was always home when I was home, and I just can't understand how the whole life an career thing can work, or maybe I'm just too deep I to this retail dead end job I have.
Anyways, life goes on. I cleared my school debt and I'm free to sign up and actually pursue a nursing education for a better self eventually, and I actually have the drive now more then ever. Just need to actually DO something now.
But a about 6 years ago, I bought a Mike Meyers A+ Cert study book. And it's a definitely outdated now, my goal was to get a A+ Cert, easy if I actually did it.
But the draw back to that, is that the jobs I'm seeing are not good paying jobs, and I know for an entry lvl I'm not shooting for amazing multi million salaries options. I just want a decent 60-70k. Something I can't live off of with my family.
I don't want to do this retail anymore, it's literally soul sucking.
Tl;Dr Pretty much don't know what to choose pursue in Nursing, because Houston has the best hospitals in the country. Or Tech, figure something out and explore my options.
I like helping people, I like retail in the aspect of consulting with customers, recommending then products, and directing them to what could be best for them. I love the feeling when they get service that's the best. I have a lot of respect for retail, but the way companies are ruining if for the customers is the worst.
I tell everyone, and my favorite thing to let people know... Is that customer service is the foundation to any job that their going to have. Rather you're a custodian, cashier at Walmart, or even the president of the United States. You could be a doctor, a plumber, or a tech startup in silicon valley. Anything that you do, is going to be customer service. So it's your job to be nice to people, and to help. That's the service I want to give. In everyday life.
Sorry for the rant, but this is just something that I've never let out before, thnx :/

Hi! I'm Laura! I'm a 22 year old trans woman who's looking for a like-minded person to rent with!
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First, I'll tell you a bit about myself:
My hobbies:
Cooking! Ever since my first cooking class in Grade 6, I've loved cooking. I can make anything from pancakes, to stir fry, to a 5 course Christmas dinner complete with gravy, oven roasted turkey, and cranberry jelly!
Origami! It seems simple on first glance, but origami is actually quite tough to do right. If the folds are off by even a small amount, the final product will be a bit uneven.
Space! Astronomy has been a life long passion of mine. I spend quite a bit of my free time watching space documentaries.
Exercising!
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My personality:
I'm a fun, confident, and outgoing woman! I love getting to know people! I'm really excited that I'll get to move to a proper city! It's not as easy to meet people in the small town I live in. Everyone is either too busy, moving to Vancouver, or twice my age.
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How I realized I'm not cis:
Like most trans people, it took a really long time for me to realize I wasn't cis. I spent several years dressing as a woman in private and using a feminine name before realizing that wasn't very cis of me. Up to that point, I had been in denial about my desire to be a woman. Despite fighting against it with all my might, I could never stop myself from buying a bunch of cute clothes whenever I went shopping at Walmart.
After I started questioning my identity, I realized that I had been acting like such an egg for my whole life! I really don't know how it took 21 years for my egg to crack lol. I mean, no cis guy is constantly overwhelmed by jealousy of women's fashion and makeup! No cis guy wishes that he was born a woman!
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Why I'm moving out:
Due to health issues, my family found out I was a trans woman. They ended up being just as transphobic as I knew they would be. On top of that, they invalidate my health concerns and feelings in general. I can no longer put up with them. Plus, I currently live in a small town in the Lower Mainland. There are multiple "Freedumb convoy" supporters on every street.
I'm looking to move to a decently sized city with more job opportunities. I currently work as a Math and Science tutor for high school students, but I'm looking to get back into retail work.
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My career plans:
In the first few months after I get a retail job, I will study for the Cisco CCNA exam so I can get a higher paying job as a help desk specialist. After working in help desk for about 6-8 months, I will have the necessary experience to work as a network technician (which is a well-paying job)!
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My qualifications:
I have a Pharmacy Assistant diploma and the CompTIA A+ certificate. The CompTIA A+ qualifies me to do computer repair and help desk type jobs.
I've spent the last few months studying interpersonal, sales, and customer service skills. I've made a massive improvement in these skills since the beginning of the year. While I'm not quite at company spokesperson level, I can definitely succeed in any customer service role!
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What I'm looking for in a roommate:
I'm happy to live with anyone, regardless of gender or orientation. I myself am a lesbian trans woman (transbian?). However, I do not want to live with any cis straight man.
I don't smoke, use cannabis, or use any kind of street drug. I don't mind if you drink or use cannabis responsibly, but I don't want to live with someone who smokes or uses illegal drugs. I don't drink too much these days because alcohol can cause health issues if on Spironolactone.
Someone who is upfront with any concerns. For example, if you want me to leave a bit more space for your food in the fridge, please tell me. I sometimes miss body language gestures, so it's best to say things in a more direct way like "Can you leave a bit more room in the fridge so I can fit more of my food in there?".
Although I'm a fun and easygoing woman, I don't like partying. Specifically, the kind of partying where everyone is high or drunk, loud music, and a huge mess that takes hours to clean up.
I go to bed at 10 pm and wake up at 6 am. After 10, I'd like you to be reasonably quiet.
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Since I'm at the start of my transition, I will not be girlmoding in public. I expect you to keep my identity secret. I will keep your identity secret as well.
I'm currently on a low dose of Estrogen and Spironolactone. Once I get a job as a Network Technician in 2-3 years, I will start fully transitioning.
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I will be girlmoding in our house. If you have family or friends visiting that are not very supportive, I will present as a cis man.
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Message me if you want to be roommates together! Then we can set up a roommate interview and see how well we get along. For our first meeting, let's do it over Zoom or Google Meet or another video app. If we get along, maybe we could meet at a coffee shop?
At the end of our roommate interview, I will go over my budget plans for the next 4 years.

I went to a community college for one year and then moved, I never went back because I wasn’t sure if I wanted to continue and I didn’t really have the money. If I’m going into debt at all, I want to be sure about what I’m doing, and I’m not. This was in 2019/2020.
I worked at Food Lion during that time when I was in school, I quit once I moved. I took some time to just get my house put together, my husband was working at the time, he still is at the same job. I started working at TJ Maxx, got incredibly burnt out and quit. I stayed unemployed for almost an entire year, I put job applications in here and there, I’d get call backs, then it was radio silence. I got hired at Walmart in 2022 and I’ve been there since.
I just recently got moved from cashiering to the customer service desk. That’s where we handle returns, groceries that went bad/weren’t able to be put back, and the money center is included in this area as well. Where people send money through money transfers, or receive money, cash checks, do money orders, pay bills, etc. I literally just started working at the money center recently, barely been trained over there, but I don’t hate it.
I don’t have a lot to bulk up my resume, I’ve worked in retail/customer service and I have experience with handling cash. That’s about it.
I don’t hate my job, I like not having to take work home, having a decently set schedule, but working at Walmart and dealing with the people that come in and the attitude they carry when they come in is killing me. The atmosphere, the way people are so comfortable with yelling, screaming, getting in people’s faces, I can’t handle it anymore. I also can’t quit because all I can think of is going to another job in retail, which won’t be any better than this.
I’d be willing to go back to school, when I first went to college I wanted to become a teacher. I was familiar with everything, my dad was a teacher, but the process to becoming a teacher is a little overwhelming and the outcome isn’t the most rewarding. I also see what teachers deal with now, and the one thing I had thought I wanted to do as a career was sort of ripped out from under me. I’ve been a little lost ever since.
At this point, I don’t know what sorts of jobs to even look into and consider. I can’t stay in retail forever, I don’t think I could mentally handle that, but I don’t know where else to look.

As much as I struggled to keep my finances in check, ultimately, it was safety that stuck me down. For context, I recently got into my first traffic accident, where a electric pole was leaning towards the roadway, struck my semi. Sure, perhaps if I had been more aware of my above surroundings, I could have stopped in time to see it. Though I got no citation, and had multiple witness reports that said the city knew that it was a dangerous hazard to the roadway, my company still said it was a preventable accident, and terminated my contract with them, due to previous accidents. So this is the end. A ruined reputation, where no company (besides the crappy ones) will want to hire me, because I'm considered accident prone.
That's all the companies care about. Doesn't matter the hundreds of times I've had to acted with diligence to avoid dumb drivers. It's the few times I messed up that dictates my character. I guess this is the end. I loved trucking, but hated the way companies treated me as nothing more than a number in their grand cog wheel. I'm too broke to afford to start my own authority, so thus ends my career.
I never thought I'd ever be a truck driver, yet I feel in love with it, and saw myself doing it for a career. I became a O/O because I wanted to get away from corporate control. I fucked up by not saving up money, so that's on me. But I'm just left with disappointment in myself, and bitterness for the industry. Trucking school was just four weeks, with one in class week for the mega carrier I got hired on for, and two weeks otr mentoring. So no surprised I made a few mistakes when I had to do backing at night. Those first three months were hell, and I wanted to quit more times than I can count. But I stuck in, and did my best to perfect myself, and abilities. I still had the occasional mistake along the way, but I managed to make it past a year. I had proper trucker etiquette, never blocked the fuel islands, slowed down to let semis pass me, let people get onto the highway when coming off an exit. I did everything I was told to do, and followed the implied rules, yet none of that mattered. I drove through the George Washington Bridge, delivered to long Island and Paterson. Gone up to places like Michigan and Maine, all the way to Texas and Georgia. Drove through New York snow storms, and Southern thunderstorms. Yet, in the end, all I'll be known as, is accident prone...
When I worked at Walmart, I was praised and received rewards and badges. I fucked up from time to time, but my managers had my back, because they knew I was a outstanding employee. I never felt that with trucking...
I never received traffic tickets, allows had a good attitude to anyone and everyone, and didn't act like a steering wheel holding. Yet, I got punished for doing the right thing, and reporting my accidents. (Company literally filed a accident report, because I dented a shopping cart when I was trying to get into the docks at a store) I feel like I would have went farther if I just acted like a steering wheel holder, and I hate that I feel that way.
In the end, all I am left with is disappointment in myself, and bitterness that I was failed by the industry, and punished for doing the right thing. I really wanted to love trucking...

i am trying to book an appointment with the career center and i cannot login using my @torontomu.ca email, nor can i send a password reset email (it says it was sent… but never appears), and i cannot register a new account
wtf do i do https://ryersonuniversity.force.com/studentaffairs/login

So my dad had a beater with a heater that everyone in the house drove. Needed some work plus i had a minor accident in it . So i fixed it up a bit. Minus the convertible top which refused to go up after i brought a tv home from walmart. Anyways. I my fiancé at the time had a much newer car that we drove everywhere because we worked the same hours in the same building. So i told my dad he needed to take his car with him to work ( long haul trucker.. he can park it at work) Now this was mainly because my apt complex tows cars frequently and keeping up with his was becoming a hassle as i was starting a trucking career myself. Final straw was when i ran out of places to park. So i took it to a mutual friends house who allowed me to park it in his yard.. well after a while they wanted it gone so they called threatening to sell it. So my dad comes up with another temporary solution which was take it to my cousins house. Well i was not only tired of dealing with the car but upset about a recent international trip where i needed medical care and he ignored me and then extended the trip causing me to get back home days later than expected . My co driver had left already and i missed out on about $4,000 the month of Christmas. I was pissed and since he was here figured if i didnt get up and go with him to move it that he would go himself… Well he didn’t and the car got sold … am i the asshole?

I manage a SmartStyle in Oregon. I've been here for 5 1/2 years, nearly 4 of which have been as manager. I've devoted my entire stylist career to this job, got the ratings from 2 stars to 4 stars within my time as management. I developed carpal tunnel by age 23 and continued to work even when it wasn't in my best interest. I've given up my free time, my life for this company because I loved what I do and the company I worked for.
And I just got word, from the Walmart store manager, not within my company, that my salon that I've poured my life into is closing and vacating the space by June 1st. That's 6 days away, and my company hasn't told me. I heard it from someone else.
I am so angry. I've had a gut feeling this would happen for the last couple months so I have a plan in place already and I will go fully independent as a stylist from here. I know it'll be better for me in the long run, but I am still angry.
Edit: the reddit mobile app isn't showing me comments so to answer a question on confirmation: I was shown the email detailing the date and process of my leaving, and he forwarded the email to me. I forwarded the email to my district leader who says she hasn't heard anything. But the email was directly to the Walmart Store Manager and is pretty thorough.
2nd edit: it still isn't showing comments but I can read the first portion of them from my notifications. I'll keep checking back and hopefully I can answer any questions directly later today.
3rd edit to update: my DL went to my RD who went to the franchise COO and NONE OF THEM KNOW ANYTHING and it's on the parent company but no one can get ahold of them until Tuesday after Memorial Day. So my job is up in the air until then I guess. I have a plan but I'm still kinda freaking out. I think it's worse to have us all in the dark versus just hearing straight up if I have a job after the 1st.

The basketball conversation is too obsessed with "rings" (and this post won't affect that), but there are several flaws with the concept. Aside from the obvious fact that basketball is a team sport, there's also the issue of context. Is it fair to compare the odds of getting title back in an 10-team league to a 30-team league? Is it fair to compare the total volume of rings for a star who played 6 years versus a star who played 16?
With those challenges in mind, I wanted to experiment with a new metric: GOLD COINS.
how gold coins would work (in theory)
Imagine yourself shoveling in chips in a gambling parlor, or putting a quarter on the arcade machine for Street Fighter II (yes I'm old).
Every season, each team in the league inserts one "gold coin" for entry into the NBA competition. It's your ticket to participate. If you lose at some point during the season, you lost your precious coin. If you happen to win the championship, you collect the whole pot of gold coins. If there are 12 teams, you get 12 coins. If there are 20 teams, you get 20 coins.
Your total coin collection would also be affected by how long you played. If you won 1 title in 10 seasons, you'd have more coins than the player who won 1 title in 20 seasons (as he lost 10 more gold coins along the way.)
how gold coins would work (in practice)
Let's use a real-life example to illustrate the concept. Dirk Nowitzki is a good one to use since he had a clean and easy-to-follow career.
Nowitzki played a total of 21 seasons in the NBA. Effectively, he dished out 21 gold coins for entry.
He won one championship -- in the 2010-11 season. That season, there were 30 NBA teams competing. Nowitzki would win 30 gold coins (29 from other teams, and the 1 he put up to participate).
In our system, Nowitzki would end his career with 9 gold coins. +30 for the win, and -21 for the entry fees.
examining superstars' gold coin collection
Would this "gold coin" exercise affect our perception of any of the superstars? Would it affect the GOAT debate? Probably not. But hey, since we're here, let's play it out anyway.
I went through the careers of the top 4 players in history (according to an ESPN article from a few years ago.)
Michael Jordan is considered the consummate winner of the new millennium, with 6 titles to his name. But don't just pencil in 6 x 30 to start, my friends. Jordan played during an expanding era, so the math gets a little trickier than that. There were 27 teams during his first three-peat, and then 29 during his second three-peat (after the league added Toronto and Vancouver). So all in all, he collected 168 gold coins (27x3 + 29x3). If you subtract his entry fees, 15 gold coins for 15 seasons, then he ends with a total of 153 coins.
The math is easier for Jordan's biggest GOAT rival, LeBron James. By the time James won a title, there were an even 30 teams in the league. So we'd multiply 4 titles, times 30 gold coins, for a collection of an even 120. However, we'd also have to subtract his entry fee of 19 coins/seasons. Overall, James has a running total of 101 coins. Is it fair to punish James for playing longer? For not taking years off? Probably not. But alas, let's keep going with this exercise anyway.
The next greatest player, according to ESPN, is Kareem Abdul-Jabbar. Abdul-Jabbar won 6 titles, but we're going to have to factor in the league size here. In 1971, he won in a league size of 17. In 1980, there were 22 teams. His next four titles came in a league with 23 teams. All together, he collected 131 gold coins. Subtract his entry fee (20 coins/seasons) and we end with 111 coins. Perhaps the Jordan vs. Abdul-Jabbar numbers show the difference between rings and gold coins well. Both players won 6 championships, but Jordan collected more "coins" because he played in bigger leagues.
The last player we'll do a deep dive on is Bill Russell, who is going to be the most interesting case study given the context of the era. Russell won 11 championships (in only 13 seasons), but they came in smaller leagues. His first four titles came in a league with 8 teams. His next five titles came in a league with 9 teams. His last two titles came in bigger leagues -- with 12 teams and then 14 teams. Overall, Russell only collected 103 coins (minus 13 for entry) for a total of 90 coins.
Russell's total shows a limitation with this exercise. The logic and comparison seemed to work with MJ/Kareem, but it clearly short-changes an 11-time champ here. In our metric, he's punished harshly for the league size -- unable to rack up those big 30-coin hauls. Sure, it's fair to suggest that titles in 8-team leagues are more likely statistically, but Russell did as much as he could for his day. In fact, he'd still finish behind Michael Jordan even if he won a championship in every year he played (13/13).
I still think the "gold coins" metric has some merit (maybe we should scratch the 'entry fee' element?), but at the end of the day it's nearly impossible to compare across wildly different eras like Russell played in.

A lot of people have a Zoya Akhtar-like mentality of diverting the debate around nepotism by pointing to other factors of success like pretty privilege. But given what I’ve heard and read about various actors and actresses coming into the movie industry, it’s hard to say that pretty privilege is comparable to the kinds of advantages nepotism can give you. The biggest benefactors of pretty privilege in Bollywood are former models and pageant queens (e.g. Anushka, Aish, DP, Kat, PC). The biggest benefactors of nepotism are obviously legacy kids (e.g. Kapoors, other Kapoors, Bhatts, Khans, Roshans). I’ll use examples of each respective category to explain why nepotism is worse than pretty privilege:

1. DP started doing small ad campaigns for local papers when she was 8. Anila Anand, a model coordinator from Bangalore, would often visit DP’s school to pick up her daughter Kavya. She advised DP, who was regarded as being tall & attractive, to pursue professional modeling instead of badminton. Eventually, DP took Anila’s advice and pursued professional modeling when she was 16-17 years old. She did a TV ad for the soap brand Liril as well as photoshoots for other companies as well. Her recognition came when she made her runway debut at age 20 and took home “Model of the Year” prize for Kingfisher Fashion Awards(the brand would later choose her as their ambassador). She moved to Mumbai afterwards and was casted in Reshammiya’s music video “Naam Hai Tera.” DP steadily became popular through her years working with several fashion designers. Her slowly-built recognition in the modeling world led to offers from Imtiaz Ali, Salman Khan, and Farah Khan. Eventually, fashion designer Wendell Rodricks recommended 21 year-old DP to Farah Khan, who was looking for a model that fit her vision of Shantipriya.

Anushka’s journey is also similar as well. Anushka decided to pursue modeling when she was 15 years old. She broke into the modeling circuit when her mom took her to see her friend Prasad Bidapa, another coordinator and fashion show choreographer that was well known in the Bangalore circuit. After a couple auditions, Prasad immediately took Anushka under his wing. She worked her way up through several runways for 4 years until she got casted to play Taani in RNBDJ. Both DP and Anushka started their modeling careers at a relatively young age. Both had some help from their parents. And both had an exceptionally iconic BW debut, with a lead role opposite SRK. But while it is true that these girls might’ve had the support of their parents to break into the modeling world, they still had to put in years worth of grooming and networking that is required for most outsiders looking to become actors/actresses.

1. In contrast, actors/actresses who benefit from nepotism have the luxury of having direct access to big name producers and directors from birth. Sonam was 17-18 years old when she got casted in Saawariya. SLB worked as an assistant in 1942: A Love Story. Because of this, Sonam was able to convince Anil to get in touch with someone from SLB’s production company, where she would work as an AD alongside Ranbir in Black. It should only follow that they would both be casted in his next film. It was also during the production of Black, where Soni took 9-year old Alia Bhatt to SLB’s house audition for a part. Though she was not casted (I personally believe it’s because none of the adults ever intended for young Alia to be casted in the movie, but simply played along to appease her), SLB contacted her 3 years later to offer her the lead part in Balika Vadhu. The film got shelved but what’s noteworthy here is the fact that Alia got an offer for a debut when she was just 12 years old. It’s also reported that Karan recommended her to Imtiaz Ali for Highway, as well as Meghna for Raazi. Additionally, most of Alia’s movies have been produced by Karan or Dharma Production. She was also the first choice for most of her films, with the exceptions being 2 States (rejected by Anushka), Dear Zindagi (replaced Kat) and Gangubai (replaced PC). While there are many who think Alia did a good job in Highway, it’s important to note that she’s greatly benefited from having challenging and meaty roles fall so easily into her lap from quite early on in her career. And it’s pretty obvious the same thing is happening with Sara, Janhvi, and Ananya’s careers as well. All 3 are working with critically acclaimed or well known directors despite having absolutely no memorable performances or successful films to their credit.
   
2. It’s no secret that talent agents regularly scout models, or just attractive people in general, to become actors. Why? Because while acting ability is a crucial factor in the mark of a great artist, aesthetically beautiful people are preferred in most entertainment industries. Hence, why nepo girls resort to getting various treatments and body enhancing procedures done. This proves that no matter if you are a nepo or an outsider, you need some degree of pretty privilege to get into the industry (especially if you are an actress). What people don’t often think about is the fact that most nepo girls benefit from BOTH pretty privilege and nepotism. Bebo has fair skin and green eyes. Sonam has chiseled features and the height of most models. And while Alia is not statuesque, she does have considerable advantage from being thin & fair skinned.
   

While pretty privilege should be recognized, the fact is that models and pageant queens have a harder time sustaining their careers than actresses who benefit from nepotism. There are just as many examples of nepo babies that keep getting roles, despite being marred with poor performances and inconsistent box office success (e.g. AB Jr, Saif Ali Khan, Arjun Kapoor, Janvhi Kapoor, SAK, Sonam Kapoor etc) as there are former models who don’t get the same meaty offers handed to them and fail to make it big (e.g. Sushmita Sen, Dia Mirza, Lara Dutta, Ileana D'Cruz, Diana Penty, etc). Pretty privilege gets you through the door, but nepotism automatically gets you a seat at the table for most film offers coming your way.

I was attempting to login to a job listing website when I noticed the password auto fill with a different email address.
I was confused on who’s it could be, I don’t even remember giving someone access to my laptop or phone to be able to save it on my phone. So I clicked it and it worked.
I had full access to their career profile info, then I go back to the iCloud Keychain settings and I noticed another login from that same email for a website in a related field to what they’ve applied for.
The password was last modified in 2018 with the career website password being modified today. I didn’t use keychain back in 2018 and how could I modify their password today when I didn’t even know it existed?
Did Apple somehow give me someone else’s login?
Their password contains my first name so is it possible they’ve somehow mixed it up?
Does that mean our saved passwords are possibly compromised?

I am currently in a debate trying to figure out what I should go with between Salesforce vs ZOHO vs Hubspot. Starting off I only need about 2 users or logins for awhile until the company scales. My Career job uses Salesforce and I have used hubspot and Salesforce before. This is going to be a Digital service business. I am trying to figure out which of the to go with.
For 2 Users and wanting to be able to track my sales and marketing as well as service, it seems like salesforce or zoho is the better option as hubspot gets VERY pricey when you go to sales pro and marketing pro. I feel like salesforce also does everything the best due to resources and pure size?
Opinions wanted

I was attempting to login to a job listing website when I noticed the password auto fill with a different email address.
I was confused on who’s it could be, I don’t even remember giving someone access to my laptop or phone to be able to save it on my phone. So I clicked it and it worked.
I had full access to their career profile info, then I go back to the iCloud Passwords settings and I noticed another login from that same email for a website in a related field to what they’ve applied for.
It says it was last modified in 2018 with the career website password being modified today.
Did Apple somehow give me someone else’s login?
Their password contains my first name so is it possible they’ve somehow mixed it up?
Does that mean our saved passwords are possibly compromised?

I was attempting to login to a job listing website when I noticed the password auto fill with a different email address.
I was confused on who’s it could be, I don’t even remember giving someone access to my laptop or phone to be able to save it on my phone. So I clicked it and it worked.
I had full access to their career profile info, then I go back to the iCloud Passwords settings and I noticed another login from that same email for a website in a related field to what they’ve applied for.
It says it was last modified in 2018 with the career website password being modified today.
Did Apple somehow give me someone else’s login?
Their password contains my first name so is it possible they’ve somehow mixed it up?
Does that mean our saved passwords are possibly compromised?