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23, F
Should I quit?
I just started this new job 39k annually. I was excited because I needed the money and experience. The issue is that I’m a property manager that manages low income homes with criminals/felons. I was not aware of this when I first started (it obviously wasn’t on the job description). They started bringing up the idea that I need a gun for safety, I’ve been in many uncomfortable positions and get yelled at on the daily by our tenants. My position is always delivering bad news and I often get yelled at on the phone so badly that I’ll go to the bathroom and cry. They recently gave me a new task going to a property to get a lease signed (by a violent sex offender) I refused and they understood but I found that info out on my own. If I had not looked into that tenant they wouldn’t have said anything. My point is I’m 5’2 , not very strong and go into these strangers homes completely on my own, most already hating me because I’m the deliverer of bad news. I also have to inspect vacant homes that often consist of squatters (again completely on my own).
Management ( a couple who owns the company and are there daily) aren’t really involved and only care about the money. At my interview they emphasized that they celebrate birthdays, well we had a birthday, a small cake and they let the birthday person order whatever they wanted for lunch solely for them (not lunch for everyone) and I got an invoice for my slice of cake and a portion of their lunch amount?
Is this normal? I would understand if it was lunch for everyone and I paid my portion but sometimes I don’t even eat the cake and I’m still charged. Am I being dramatic or should I quit?

Hello! To whom ever is reading this post, it’s very nice to meet you. A little bit about me:
Career:
I recently got out of military on the active duty side after serving 10 years, during that time I was a Canine Handler, so I’m a very big dog lover (I also like cats too haha), but now currently in the Military Reserves as well a marketing head representative for Verizon Wireless.
Things I Like To Do:
I enjoy road-trips, the outdoors, hiking, cooking, music (all genres), drawing, working out, and movies (especially horror). Lastly I don’t mind being a home body and enjoying the day with someone either doing an activity together, curled up on the couch binge watching a show, or hell even cleaning the house together while we dance listening to music.
Goals:
Working on plans to go to school full time for a degree in architecture or criminal justice. Also getting into business with my buddy to be a dog trainer.
What I’m Looking For:
Someone who can hold a conversation and doesn’t talk for just one or two days then just ghosts you (not trying to be rude but being blunt because there is a lot of people both men and women that do this on Reddit, if you are too busy to where you can’t send a few texts daily, or at least have the courtesy to communicate what’s going and that we will chat later that day and actually keep your word. Then please look for someone else to talk to only when your bored. I am genuinely looking for someone who wants to talk daily and enjoy the day with). Anyways, someone wanting to get to know me as much as I would like to get to know them. Hopefully having some of the same interests as I do but I don’t mind getting to know about the other person’s interests or things they like to do, that’s the fun of getting to know someone and understanding them.
Someone who is serious about wanting a relationship and knows what is needed to have one (meaning not bringing the past or ex issues into the relationship, I’m ready to find my future not dwell on my past and I expect the same from you as well). Lastly someone who is open, caring, honest, and good with communication.
If I caught your attention I would like to see where thing go (I hope I caught your attention haha). Also please be over the age of 21 and please say more than “hey” or “what’s up” tell me about yourself, hope to hear from you!

I am very confused and stressed right now.
I have always gotten what I needed as a child and teen. I have never gone hungry, cold or sick. I would say I have everything I need. My childhood was fine, expect trauma from SA which impacted and still impacts my life (a little bit). But otherwise, it was fine. I was a loved child.
I have dyscalculia and I have heard that I have brain damage. I don't have any more information about it, but I heard it from my family. Now, to the point. I am in my mid 20's.
I don't have any access to my own bank account. I have never logged into my bank account without my family being close. I have never paid my own bill. I have never touched my own bank ID. I have to ask for money. I have been promised my own bank ID for weeks and I get the same answer. ''It's not here yet'', ''Oh, I have to order it again'' etc. I have asked for help to learn the online bank. It never happens. I was told to delete an app which let me see how much money I had left or send quick money to friends when I was 18 years old.
Now my parents are told to give me my bank ID. It's my right and they have to give it back. I am very happy that someone will take that fight for me, because I am tired of negativity. But the problem is that my relationship with my parents is even more tense now. They are MAD. My mom barely talks to me. And I see right through her. She is MAD. I still live at home, so I can't avoid them completely. I leave the house when my parents are about to come home and I come home again, when they are about to sleep. I will visit friends/family or public places like library, and sit there for hours to avoid them.
I don't know what is happening? I have always felt like the black sheep in my family. When I was about to celebrate my 20th birthday, I was scolded and told to stay in my room even If I had planned a party with my friend. I was accused of lying about a small detail. I told them everything about when, where etc. I was still lying. I felt like crap and cried most of the night. I feel sad on my birthdays now. I will admit it. I have not been the perfect golden child. I have made my mistakes. And I regret most of it, but I can't change the past. I am a better person now. I don't know what I am doing wrong.

I'm looking for someone that has Cole,Kai,Zane,Jay and Master Wu in a bundle for sale.

Angel = force or "spirit" straight from the unlimited dimensions/god. They are under pure control of god. They're straight forces from god. Angels can kill, torture, punish, discipline, guide, help, send messages thru thoughts, dreams (the forces that god sends you in your dreams are called angels as well since they're forces from god); give warnings and personal advice, make someone healthier, inspire someone, protect someone, give strength, and show what one needs to do to get more good and avoid bad luck/karma. Angels can do everything demons and jinn can do.
Angels are in lightning, thunder, wombs, wars, natural disasters, luck scenarios, peoples' homes, workplaces, farms to grow crops. Angels are metaphors of god's forces and direct choices.
Demon = force or spirit that god allows to go against god (because god loves everyone he created everything) to punish people for bad actions. Demons cannot attack unless god allows. Demons cannot kill because only god decides when you die and demons go against god so only angels/forces from god can kill you. Demon go against god, you go against god, god allow demon to go against you to punish you for karma and what you did to another person or thing like an animal that can feel pain for a reason.
Jinn = Forces people bring out. You do good, you bring out good force. You do bad, you give out bad force. Good forces include good luck, earthly pleasure that is not essential. Bad forces include bad vibes, being uncomfortable, too much anger, too much hate, or having no patience.
Jinn cannot be brought out unless someone does something that allows them to. God allows them if wanted or needed depending on scenario that god would know is for the best for each situation.
Jinn are described as spirits living in parallel universe because how people used to relate to these vibes or legacies of people/memories before islam, people would worship this in a spiritual way. Each vibe was viewed as a spirit to be worshipped by an arab pagan so islam describes these vibes that way to get people to understand so they can want to convert to islam.
Jinn/ bad vibes cannot hurt anyone unless god allows. What islam means by jinn living much longer than humans is the legacies humans bring out for people to remember long after they die. The memories and lessons we have from hitler today are from "some jinn" that cannot hurt us unless god wants it to based on who we are and how we are made. We are made differently so there's different jinn/ legacies and vibes because of that.
The forces of god/angels punish demons for going against god if god wants. God punishes jinn by who ever brought a jinn out that god allows to punish them, reward them (good jinn), or teach them a lesson that's not as harmful as demonic attacks or direct forces from angels that can kill humans and torture demons.
Angels use /"interact" with jinn to teach people lessons, or inflict karma/punishments. Demons use/"interact" with jinn to go against people if god allows because demons like to hurt because they don't like god/existence so god makes us the punching bags of demons if he wants to punish us and demons can use a little medicine we bring out (jinn)
Quran 2:256 you cannot force someone to be a muslim, or comply to man made cultures centered allowed islam that god allows for peoples' free wills and choices. Forced religion can result in bad luck, wars, early death of whoever forces (lots of young deaths in muslim countries - common for abusive parents to die young), sickness, attacks from angels, demons, and vibes of jinn, and loss of wealth.

When i was 18 a girl lead me on and used me because she needed my help, the moment she was done she completely ghosted me, when i realised what happened i subconsciously refused to let myself be in that position again.
Im nearly 22 now and for about a month ive been regularly seeing a girl that works near me ive known her about 10 years but only recently getting close to her. Ultimately we went out last week had a great night and at the end of the night i took her home, she said some things that broke that barrier i had seperated myself from the world with. Im happier than ive ever been when im with her. im certain shes the one.
However, when im alone, or i get in from work at night i get these negative thoughts the replay over and over in my head, despite everything going great i convince myself of the worst, my heart races, breathing gets hard, i dont know how to deal with it, it keeps me up at nights, i dont feel like eating or doing anything. I just want it to stop, i dont know where else to turn

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TW for SA, Domestic violence and emotional abuse
I, 19F, have been with my boyfriend, 20M, for three years now. I lost the last of my teenage years to his abuse, I turn 20 in august yet I feel like I’ve mentally aged down to a child since I’ve been with him.
Yes, I’m still with him, but it feels so complicated and I’m not sure what to do because I feel as though I’m too far in to ever escape.
Everything was perfect in the beginning, he didn’t try anything s*xual with me until after 3 months after we started dating, This is what made me fall for him so much because most guys would try after a week max of knowing each other, I had never done anything with a boy before and the fact he waited for me meant so much. But as soon as he got what he wanted the abuse started, he started demanding it from me, stepping over my boundaries, ignoring me if I said no and so on. At the time, I didn’t realise the severity of this behaviour so I just put up with it.
Soon after, the emotional abuse started and it was BAD. It has completely changed who I am. When I look at photos of myself before the abuse I can’t believe how much I’ve changed. He would call me ugly before I would leave the house, tell me he’s embarrassed to walk around with me, that my body is embarrassing and that of a “boy” show me p-stars he preferred over me, once, we were on a train ride together and he told me my nose was fat and ugly and that I needed to change it if I wanted to continue being with him, when I started crying he got off the train at the next stop and went back to his home city, I sat for 4 hours on that train trying not to completely lose it and break down. I got a text from him when I was home saying something like “baby I didn’t mean to make you cry, there’s ways we can fix your nose don’t worry” and sent me a bunch of links to nose massages to make my nose smaller. it was a lot for me, experiencing all of that ages 16-18 really messed me up I barely leave the house anymore because I don’t want anyone to see me.
Eventually the emotional abuse stopped completely, he promised he’d never hurt me again but a few months later he started getting violent during sex, then not long after he became violent outside of the bedroom. I don’t want to get into it too much but it really traumatised me.
Now he’s a “changed man” he says he was just a kid back then and that he deeply regrets what he did to me. He’s been an Angel for the past 9 months.
He’s gone back to his parents place because their business is struggling and he needs to help them in his home city. He’s been there for 7 months of the 9 months he’s been an “Angel” so I’m aware it’s very easy to fake things over the phone which is why I still don’t trust him fully. I’ve been ignoring his phone calls, tried to break up with him multiple times but he would threaten to k*ll himself, my dogs or me, a girl was kidnapped and severely assulwted by her ex boyfriend recently, he said he’d do that to me if I break up with him. I feel like breaking up with him is not an option and I feel trapped. I don’t love him in a romantic way anymore, for some reason I do care about him still but I just don’t love him and I haven’t exactly been hiding it. I’ve been mean, stressed him out, and really been trying to push him away and I feel guilty for doing that to someone else, even if he technically deserves it.
I feel like this is a mess because I can’t get my thoughts straight but I really needed to vent.
Thanks for taking the time to listen to me

Hi
Found this sub recently and I thought I would share my story. I am not the best writer so forgive me if this does not flow so well. About 18 months ago, during a move I got severe pain in my abdomen, really severe. I chalked it up to stress from the move, but I was useless for about 3 days and eventually it went away. During this time I was in bed and did not eat a thing and had those recurring "cramps" that are oh so painful, but really I thought it was stress so no action on my part.
About 6 months after that I had another episode. I tried to deal with it, my wife was out of town so I just stayed in bed and hoped it would go away. Finally the pain was to much and I went to the hospital. After some tests the determined AP, admitted me and refused me food for 5 days :). Found out later that is an old method of treating AP but the hospital was very small in the middle of BFE LOL. this hospital did CT scan and ultrasound but other that inflammation found no stones or anything unusual.
Anyway, pain never really went away and I started having some other issues (stool, weight loss etc) you guys know the drill. I was afraid to eat, constant pain in my back, miserable. I ended up at a gastro doctor that ordered an mrcp referred me to another doctor for an ercp. However this doctor did not feel an, ercp was warranted based on my mrcp results, and just did an eus. Anyway the results from these test again showed no stones or anything unusual in the gallbladder or ducts.
Still, I was having issues and because I have history at the Mayo clinic I convinced them to look at my tests. Mayo doctors determined my mrcp showed pancreas duct dilatation and agreed to see me. So I go to MN to have another CT and based on those results possible ercp. New CT showed my duct was getting worse in the short time between tests, which were about 6 months apart. Suggested ercp with possible stent placement based on findings. In the meantime I had numerous blood tests testing for cancer markers, genetic, triglycerides and autoimmune causes. All thankfully came back negative. I think my case was perplexing them.
I should add that I am(was) a very occasional drinker. It's funny in the beginning the doctors kept telling me to stop drinking. When I denied drinking the would test my liver enzymes and they would be normal. Like so many times they told me to stop drinking it was pissing me off. Anyway,
Went in for my ercp / stent procedure at Mayo thinking I would finally find something out. Woke up from the procedure with doctor standing over me in the recovery room. First thing he says to me "ambulance is on the way, I'm sending you to St Mary's (the hospital)" I was like WTF is going on? Told me they decided to place the stent but the duct was so restricted that the guide wire they use broke. In addition the stent is in the wrong place. To top it off on the short ride to the hospital that familiar pain started coming back, yup all this triggered and AP episode. 4 days in the hospital, they wanted me longer but I begged them to let me go home. At least this time I got food :)
So after all that, they wanted to do surgery to remove a portion of my pancreas, my gallbladder and my spleen. So far I have denied them that option. I have found a surgeon local to me that has agreed to monitor me and take the wait and see approach, even though I have been advised I can reach a point of no return. I have CT scans set up every few months to make sure the wire is not moving and monitor my pancreas.
Also I need to get the stent out but I am terrified it will cause another attack, that appt is coming soon and I have dread :(
I did have a stool test and of course have high fecal fat and low elastase (108) so I am on creon and that seems to help. Diet change helps, and of course a fantastic family that has been supporting me through this.
Anyway that's my story, sorry it was so long.

Hi all! I'm starting a new campaign with some friends as a first-time DM, and need help brainstorming the first few sessions. I have an idea in place for an overarching plot and a rough sketch of how we get there, but filling in the details is the part I struggle with. Here's what I've got:
The party is going to be a group of strangers (all starting at level 1) who answer an advertisement: a wealthy patroness is seeking to assemble her very own hand-selected adventuring party that will work for her; in exchange, she provides lodging, food, and a small stipend. (I'm thinking she's got an ego and a flair for the dramatic, and likes the idea of molding and nurturing them from zeroes to heroes, to explain why she's not going with an established/experienced group.)
In the first session, players are going to meet in a closed-down theater, where three NPCs who work for the patroness are holding essentially "auditions" and players get to introduce their characters. This will be interrupted by some sort of sudden encounter--the idea is that my party members stand out because they step up and handle it (even if they perform badly, though hopefully they don't lol), at which point the patroness sweeps out, revealing that the encounter was orchestrated, and selects them to be her heroes.
Any suggestions as to what this encounter could consist of? The patroness is wealthy, dramatic, and a decently powerful magic user--I'm thinking either a sorcerer or a warlock. So she could hire someone, summon something, animate something, make some sort of illusory image...but whatever it is, bear in mind it's a session 1 encounter. I'd like it to be quick and fairly easy, while also giving each player the opportunity to do at least one interesting thing during it. (Is that asking too much?)
I would also love suggestions of possible jobs she could have this group do, especially while they're in the early levels. She's a "disgraced" noble who fled her home country and rebuilt into a self-made success as a wealthy merchant (in a city where merchants are the dominant power), so she's definitely got rivals and enemies. (So I'm like okay, obviously there can be a job where she has them go sabotage a rival--but like, how?) She's got two young adult children (one blood and one adopted ward) who will also be significant NPCs, and possibly help the party at times. I think the first job she gives them post-audition will also be some sort of "test" to make sure she can trust them/that they're not incompetent.
Happy to give more details if needed, and would love any and all input. Thanks!

I’ve (38F) been having constipation most of my life but a couple of years ago I started to have diarrhea instead. Now I go between the two. I’ve also had psoriasis for over 10 years and joint pain since at least 5 years. I’ve been referred to a rheumatologist in august and I’ve seen him three time and a lot of tests have been done. Back in December I ended in the ER with a semi-blocking that required two at home enemas as well as laxative.
My CPR has been elevated since 2019. Recently my platelets has been slightly elevated and today I got my fecal calprotectin results and they are slightly elevated at 281. All in all, there is are signs of inflammation in my body.
I had a colonoscopy in March 2022 that showed no inflammation. After my visit to the ER I was referred to a GI who thought I had IBS. Being on the low FODMAP diet did not help, same with all the probiotics and ibguards.
The fecal calprotectin report advised that more test be made. Which would they be? I’ve had an MRI of the back that showed facet arthropathy but no inflammation. The 2022 colonoscopy was clear and I had a CT scan in December that showed nothing.
Is there a chance that all of it is IBD, as certain form of it could explain all of my symptoms or would this inflammation be caused by a joint disease?

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- Finding Leads
- Signing Clients
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- Onboarding Clients
- Managing Client Communication...
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In celebration of my right tattoo sleeve being done today & setting up a carding desk (check the Meta page) I’m putting up an offer for 6 cards from my area.
I honestly am not a fan of my area so I hope all 6 of these can find a home!
Idc if you claimed one of my previous offers this week. If the black clothing & straw hats call to you then please claim!
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I kept myself busy stocking bags of chips. I mopped the muddy shoe marks on the entrance floor as the refrigerators hummed in the background. That electrical hum was annoying, but it served as a kind of musical replacement to the radio, which wasn’t working that night.
My friend Ethan secured for me this job at his father’s gas station. It’s not that working at a gas station is an impressive feat or anything, but I’m certainly not one to complain about getting a job - any job. After all, as my own father would often tell me, “That’s what you get when you major in English, Andrew. Nothing.” He warned me when I was younger to always keep my nose stuck in a book, but then lamented my decision to do just that. But he was right, actually. It’s not a practical skill.
It was around 2:00 AM when I spotted a frantic man in the parking lot. I refused to take a single step outside and get myself wet, but he kept waving, almost jumping up and down as he did. I worried for a moment that he might have been injured, or was at least in some kind of emergency. It definitely looked urgent.
It was dark, but the gas station’s logo illuminated the entire parking lot, coloring it in white and blue. I waved for the man to come closer as he was too far into the dark. I yelled over the rain, waving and waving, until he finally came forward. He took off his hat, his eyes squinting at the logo’s light. He raised one hand up to his face to shield his eyes from the brightness, and that’s when he was finally able to spot me, standing just outside the entrance.
The man was quite tall. He was wearing a dark-brown business suit with a white vest, his feet sporting shiny, black loafers. He had a set of uncombed grey hair and thick eyebrows, eyebrows which looked worried, always pointing upwards throughout our conversation.
“You know we’re open, right?” I yelled, hoping he’d hear me over the rain. “We’re twenty-four hours, sir!”
The man stepped forward, his loafers clacking against the wet concrete with each step.
He dropped his umbrella on the ground, allowing the rain to soak his hair. “Have you seen my son?”
“Your son?” I replied.
I didn’t think it was possible, but very suddenly, the man looked even more worried. His face changed and his mouth tightened as if to cry.
“Sir?” I asked, concerned.
He looked at me as if he forgot I was there. “You-you haven’t seen him, have you?” the man stuttered.
“What’s his name? I don't have any customers here right now, but maybe he came by earlier. You wanna come inside? Maybe get outta this rain?”
The man fell to his knees. It looked like he was preparing to plead with me, as if I had his son, as if I was holding him hostage back in the freezer room.
He gazed at me with those worried eyes. He looked hypnotized almost. “He’s my son, you see.”
The man was beginning to scare me, emitting from himself quite the creepy vibe. “Sir, I’m going back inside to call the police. Maybe they can help you. Okay?”
As I walked back to the counter, I watched the man from window to window. Before I could dial the second “1”, I looked through the small, square glass next to the counter to find that the man was gone.
I went outside, sheltered under the roof of the gas station, and scanned the parking lot. I didn’t see him.
When my shift ended at 7:00 AM, Ethan arrived.
“Anything new?” he asked, zipping up his work jacket to prepare for his shift.
“Yeah,” I replied. “Before I go home, I think I should warn you.”
“About?”
“Well,” I began, moving closer to him. “Around two or two-thirty in the morning, just a few hours ago, a man showed up. He didn’t come inside or anything, but he kept screaming about his son. He left eventually, but just in case he comes back-”
“Oh, don’t worry about him, man. That’s Mr. Carson. Yeah, he’s crazy, don’t know how else to put it. He comes by often, yelling about weird things,” Ethan said.
I tilted my head in confusion. “You sure, Ethan? Because if he’s been coming here and doing that, that’s harrass-”
“Andrew,” he interrupted me. “Don’t worry.”
I arrived at the gas station the next day at 11:00 PM. The night went about normally the first few hours. Customer after customer stopped by, purchasing gas, cigarettes, snacks, cheap pizza, and on and on.
It was around two in the morning when the man showed up again.
I was behind the counter when I heard his faint yell. It sounded like someone repeatedly calling out, trying to get my attention through the weatherly ruckus. I looked out the gas station window and made out the figure of a tall man standing in the parking lot, but the shapes were blurred by raindrops racing down the pane.
I reluctantly got up and walked over to the entrance. When the automatic doors opened, a forceful wind blew my hoodie off. I had to hold it in place to keep it on.
“What do you want?” I yelled. “Ethan told me about you. You come here often, don’t you? Well, if you come again, especially when I’m here, then I’m calling the cops!”
The man stepped forward into the white-blue lights that shone against the glossy, puddled concrete.
“My son,” said the man, “have you seen him?”
Before I could turn around and walk back to the counter in frustration, the man fell to his knees and yelled.
“Please!” he cried. “Haven’t you seen him? I’m sure he was here! I’m sure of it!”
His screams were not normal. When he spoke, his voice almost echoed, and it shook me to my core. His eyes widened abnormally as he looked up at the clouds, begging and begging. And from that moment on, whenever I tried speaking with him, he ignored me, like I wasn’t even there.
A bolt of lightning struck across the black sky, accompanied by a sharp clap of thunder. With that, all the lights went out.
With the electricity momentarily cut, the gas station was pitch black and the automatic entrance doors left open. No longer was the logo illuminating the parking lot, or the man. I could see nothing at all.
But, as I swore back then and as I’ll swear now, I heard something. Before the lights flipped back on, as I stood frozen in fear between the snack aisle, I heard the distant sound of a terrible crash - a car crash. I heard a set of wheels scrape and burn against tar before hearing the smashing of metal against something. It was unmistakable.
When the electricity came back, the man was gone.
The next day, when I told Ethan about the man, he dismissed him, and me. He said that the man, Mr. Carson, was just a creepy guy who was no stranger at all to the gas station. Ethan’s dealt with him before, as well as his father.
I asked Bobby, a customer who I had grown fond of, if he had any information on the strange man and why he was doing this.
“You mean Mr. Carson?”
“Yeah. Him,” I replied.
“His name’s not Carson, you know.”
I paused. “Really? That’s what Ethan said his name was.”
Bobby gave me a look of pity. “Oh, no. That’s just what us folks around here got to calling him. I guess Ethan and his dad never told you, huh? Well, in that case, I won’t either. They must have a reason for not saying nothing. Probably didn’t wanna scare you.”
I responded by squinting my eyes at Bobby. “What? What are you talking about they didn’t wanna scare me? Could you at least tell me this tall, mysterious, umbrella man’s name? I’m the one who has to deal with him during the night shift, you know.”
He put down a pack of mint gum on the counter and looked behind himself. “I really shouldn’t tell you this, Andrew. But his real name is-”
Bobby’s phone interjected into our conversation. It did look like an important call, so he gave me an apologetic look and left the gas station.
But just when I thought he was gone, Bobby came back inside and slapped a note onto the counter. He told me to give him a call when I was able to if I ever wanted to learn more.
And so I did.
Bobby revealed everything to me, but not before making me promise multiple times not to share it with anyone else, especially Ethan and his father, who valued me as an employee at their business. Apparently, everyone who’s ever worked there ended up quitting when they found out about the mysterious man. Or Mr. Carson, or umbrella man, tall man - whatever you want to call him. But his real name is Weston Campbell.
Bobby said that one night, a boy named Alex got in his car and fled from his home after a heated argument with his parents. Alex drove past a nearby gas station around two in the morning. Some say it was an accident, but others suggest something more sinister. And still others, suicide. Nobody knows, of course, but the fact remains that Alex's vehicle went off a bridge that rainy night. He died on impact.
The words that came out of Bobby’s mouth told my ears a tragic story. But it’s what he said next that truly shocked me, sending shivers down my already shivering spine, shaking my beliefs, shaking them out of me like loose change.
Weston Campbell, Alex’s father, got into a vehicle of his own when his son fled the house, trying to catch up and follow him. He knew that Alex frequented a nearby gas station for cigarettes and what not, so he stopped by to ask the employee that night if they had seen Alex.
Weston exited his vehicle with an umbrella and asked the employee over and over again if they had seen his son, or if they had seen his car go by. And when the employee answered no, Weston got back in his vehicle.
Weston continued down the road, but didn’t get too far. He sped until he, too, lost control. His vehicle swerved as he made a sharp turn against the wet streets, crashing into a large tree. And that was the end of it.
Weston Campbell has been dead for ten years.
That night saw the loss of two people, leaving behind a shattered Maria Campbell, who became a childless widow.
Apparently, this tragedy was well-known to the townspeople, especially anyone who lived near the gas station. What wasn’t well known, except to those who dared to work the night shift, was Weston’s hauntings.
I’ve kept my mouth shut about it, especially at work. Whenever I see Ethan or his father, I act normally, stocking the refrigerators and mopping the tiled floors. And whenever Bobby walks in, which is quite often, we share a look with each other, a look of secrecy.
Whereas employees before me ran for the exit at the sight of Weston - and worse, when they learned his story - I, on the other hand, stayed put.
He wasn’t going to hurt me, nor was he going to hurt anyone else. He just wanted to find his son.
Even as I finish writing this, as the rain pounds heavily against the roof of the gas station, I can hear a faint yell, a yell fighting against the weather to get to my ears. And looking out of the window to my left, I can even see him now, waving.
I think it's about time for me to get up from behind this counter to greet him once again.

Hello everyone,
I've always been plagued with loose ankle joints/ligaments. Flopping my ankles over as a kid quite often. I am taking a wild guess that this hasn't really helped my ankle ligaments and tendons in the long run.
Over the last 3-4 years I have both completely and partially torn the ligaments on a multitude of times both on my left and my right ankle. The first time was during the last football match of the year. The second, third and fourth on very unfortunate events during a cross-country run through the forest, after which I had to drag my ass out of the woods for a good 4-5 kilometers, after which I had to drive home with an ankle that didn't want to do anything. Once a dog came flying out of the bushes, forcing me to adjust my step which landed right on a tree root. One was me not paying attention. And another was landing in a slightly deeper ditch than I thought because it was obscured by leaves. The fourth time was after picking up training again. Arguably the most horrible one I've had so far. Futsal with some friends. I'm up in the air for a header, and I just land slightly too far on the outside of my right foot. My entire bodyweight collapses on it. The amount of swelling, both on the inside and outside, and sight of colors was SO rapid, that it even shocked my best friend who has been a doctor for 6 years. He never saw anything like it.
The real problems now are the mental ones. Given, there are some physical problems. My right ankle probably still has an issue right now. I can't set my foot down 100% 'straight' anymore whilst walking. Forcing it 'straight' causes a pulling pain on the inside of my right knee. Obviously a problem. Can there be too much scar tissue on the inside after having wrecked that ankle on 3 separate occasions in my life? I have no clue how it works really. The mental problems are that I really don't want to do any form of jumping anymore. There's a mental blockade. Same goes for any form of running. That throws out a big part of my cardio. I'm not a big biking guy, and running always freed my mind up. I manage to get into 'the zone' quite fast.
Currently I'm at 92kg, 187cm. I still train the rest of my body on a regular basis. I would like to get back to my 85kg area, but I really need cardio and preferrably running for that. It's just what I've always been 'good' at. It's my comfort cardio.
What can I do? I've been working with a psychosomatic physiotherapist for other problems that plagued me my entire life, but this isn't something they have a direct answer for.

See my post from last week here - https://www.reddit.com/AlAnon/comments/13wq40j/i_dont_feel_relieved/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=ioscss&utm_content=2&utm_term=1
He blocked me. Then unblocked me and called me last Friday asking to stay the night at home (he’s been living at his moms). I said no we should talk first, he said ok we will go for breakfast. Messages me Saturday morning and says he has no gas to meet me and asks to borrow $30 so I send it to him, then he stops answering me. Messages me at 5pm that he slept all day because it’s been so hot in Manitoba and he works outside. Ok I understand. I ask to meet him on Sunday and we do. We ended up sleeping together. He sends me a bunch of messages monday saying he wants to earn my trust back. Then he flips the script again and all of a sudden he wants nothing to do with me. He told me his therapist said he needs to cut me off. I can’t imagine the light he is casting on me in therapy. I’m having a really hard time and feel like he just used me for sex. If he would have just told me on Sunday that he was feeling this way, instead of saying the exact opposite, I wouldn’t have been physical with him. He’s being so mean to me and told me we will never be together again because he can’t get past the fact I was seeing someone else while we were broken up for 4 months. I regret it, and realized I wasn’t over my Q and ended things with the other person after less than a month. I understand him being upset about that, but we’ve been back together for 10 months since. He is cycling through a bunch of emotions and keeps going back and forth. I clearly am not strong enough to leave him alone but wish I was. It’s really hard for me that when he tries to get sober again he has this massive community through meetings, he’s living at home, he’s volunteering at the rehab he went too. I spent the past 4 years of our 6 year relationship being isolated from everyone because everytime I would go anywhere he would get high and refuse to believe I was where I said I was and ask for pictures and call me non stop. I’m alone in the house we lived in together. Im just having such a hard time and it feels like he has all these people rallying around him and im being painted as a monster.

Hey everyone, so I posted earlier about being a sensor operator and having that as my number one job and I was pretty confident in getting it as my recruiter gave me a list stating it was in high demand right now. Since posting that I have heard from many people it might not be in as high demand as I think. With that being said I’d like to take a second look at my top 10 preferred jobs dream sheet. Since I don’t have all the insight on the jobs (although I’ve done about as much research as I can to narrow my options down) I was hoping I could share it with you all and see if there might be jobs I’m missing or should consider removing considering what I’m looking for.
With that said these are the main things I want in a job IF I join the AF…
-great civilian transferability (in case I decide on a 1 and done 4 year contract)
-“rare” deployment tempo, I just got married and my wife and I would both like if I was deployed more then say 6 months every 2 years (of course that’s hard to gauge as all cases are different but looking for something with statistically low deployment)
-shorter technical school (I’m not looking to be in tech school for 6+ months)
-more duty station options the better (preferably texas, Florida, California, or other coastal areas)
-BONUS if tech school is located in Texas (as that’s home for me)
-and lastly a job that isn’t too monotonous where I will pull out my hair (I’d like to consider myself a person of higher capability then most and so I’d prefer to avoid tedious work that we could teach a monkey to do)
With all that said here’s my job list….please feel free to roast me in the comments if I included a bad choice.
Thanks in advance!
-remote aircraft sensor operator 1U0X1 -contracting 6c0x1 -air traffic control 1C1X1 -fire protection 3E7X1 -safety 1s0x1 -emergency management 3E9X1 -bioenvironmental engineering 4B0X1 -religious affairs 5R0X1 -scientific applications specialist 9S100 -SERE 1T0X1

That was A grade triggered pool, one for the ages - if you missed it I hope some recordings go up. I seriously wonder if he was absolutely steamed. Some of the high (low?) lights I remember:

• obsessing over flirting and how he’s always flirting and he flirts with catfishes on purpose
  
• talking for 10 mins about how he wants someone to drive him around while he holds their hand
  
• saying fuck about 900 times, just randomly adding it to sentences
  
• basically describing fantasies of being with someone and going home for a bath then by the fire (whose house mate???)
  
• claiming that everyone else doxxed G because they said her initial
  
• continually talking to someone called “Ritchie” and how he’d go live with him but he doesn’t want to ruin Ritchie’s internet life
  
• claiming everything thinks he’s hated on the internet but he’s actually loved in real life
  
• begging girls for phone calls and voice notes
  

For example if my work location is my home address (written in my contract), can my employer unilaterally change it to a different address such as the main office?

Really just feeling so frustrated and anxious and looking for support or input from anyone who has been in this situation. Sorry for the long post :/
Our LO has been in what we in NYC call a 2’s program (fancy daycare with light curriculum) for the last year. Before that, he was in a nanny share for 18 months. His last day of school is Tuesday, and then we are immediately moving out of state for my new job, so lots of change on the horizon, which has everyone a little on edge.
Today, for the first time, out of nowhere, he bit another kid. The teacher asks me to call her, and of course we are so apologetic and say we will work with him on it.
We ask if there’s anything else we can do at home to reinforce their approach at school, and she starts asking about our plans when we move, how worried they are that he isn’t really interacting with the other kids (still preferring to play alone), and suggesting how hard it is to find good help and they want to make sure he’s going to continue his development.
I left the call feeling so frustrated and dejected. Never has she ever mentioned these issues before. She’s known we were moving since February, and on top of that, I spent all morning in the classroom for a parents farewell event.
I was already feeling sad about leaving his community, and now I feel even more insecure. What if I can’t find a good program? What if he regresses? What if the biting becomes regular behavior? What if I’m ruining him by taking him out of NY?
Not the call I needed this week :/