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In my late childhood/early adolescence I was diagnosed with a chronic incurable somatic illness. Around the same time i started developing symptoms of mental health problems which later evolved in a serious psychiatric diagnosis. It was extremely challenging to try and live a normal life, but from the beginning I fought really hard to at least try. I was not easy considering i had to battle through pain and nausea throughout the day and suffer from severe insomnia and night terrors in the night. It took a lot of dedication and willpower but I managed to do very well in academia and eventually managed to get a job in an extremely competitive and prestigious field. Even though my mental illness limited my social life quite a lot I managed to acquire number of friends and acquaintances, and later even a stable relationship with a beautiful, kind and intelligent girl. This required decades of dedication, willpower and painful struggle. I deeply hate myself, but the one thing I will always be proud of is that i never really gave up.
Unfortunately in the past year my somatic disease progressed and hand in hand did my mental wellbeing. No longer does my body work the way it should, and no longer am I able to battle the darkness in my mind. As I am now no longer a teenager and the limits of my body got narrower it is becoming impossible to continue to do the things I like to do. I do not longer see any of my friends, and i will probably have to quit my job. Yesterday my lovely girlfriend sat me down and explained to me that in my current state she is no longer able to continue the relationship. I do not hold this against her.
This morning I woke up and I realized that I am no longer capable of continuing the struggle the way i did for the past twenty years. This filled me with a strange feeling of bittersweet calm, I feel like I can finally rest. I know I will really miss my life, and I know that what follows won´t be pleasant, but I can at least say I did my best.
My only regret is that I hurt people the way I tried to become better. And that I did not appreciate the periods in my life when my depression was under control and I could take pleasure in the little things.
Sorry for my English, it is not my first language.

I think Rhys has done a very good job as Otto Hightower. He really sold the mixture of gravitas and sleaziness by the ambitious Hand of the King.
But over 20 years ago Rhsy Ifans also did an excellent good job playing the mad idiot housemate of the male lead in the romantic comedy Notting Hill. In particular the scene where Ifans' character opened to door in nothing but a pair of horrible grey y-fronts to find a horde of paparazzi. Ifans' character posed gratuitously in his underwear for the cameras, then closed the door, posed gratuitiosly in front of a mirror to see how he looked, declaring "nice firm buttocks".
Every time Rhys Ifans plays the serious, sober political schemer, all I can see is him posing with quite a lot of butt-cheek on display, dubiously asserting 'ladies love the grey'.

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I had issues with my credit score and during the times I hired RYAN PRO HACK to fix my credit score, they showed a great deal of dedication and experience with their services and went beyond measures to see that my job was done. My credit score has been significantly improving since I hired this great credit repair team RYAN PRO HACK. On that note, I'd like to recommend RYAN PRO HACK to everyone.
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Hello! I am looking for work as a copy editor (part-time, home-based, flexible schedule) for any content. Give me whatever you've got, I can handle it. I graduated from a top college in 2001, and moved on to law school in 2003 where I excelled in legal research and writing and worked as a teaching assistant for the Director of Legal Research and Writing for two years. After passing two bar exams, I took a job as a trial attorney, but was also offered a part-time job as a legal writer and editor on the Labor and Employment Law monthly publication of a journal that is now defunct, and then became an editor for the online entity that took on a lot of that journal's personnel. It was a coincidence that the writing was legal in nature - I had to teach myself everything about that area of the law that I ever learned. In 2016, I graduated from Bryn Mawr with a master's in social work, and have been working in that field ever since.
I am new to this, so I am learning what kind of pay is to be expected in this type of work, but if I sound like someone you'd like to hear more from or like a person who might fit your needs, please reach out. I am open to anything and everything. I need a second job to supplement my income with clear expectations and respect in both directions - it's that simple!

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Which is funny because no one says this about the mother probably because she is the one who had to do all the work. She has to be pregant for 9 months give birth which is extremely painful. Then she has to do all the cleaning and cooking and she most like will lose her careejob. while the dad just has to work a little more or he just ask for a raise and it is given to him. Whereas when a women ask for a raise for the same reason they are less likely to get it because the employer thinks that "she is prioritizing her family over working"
How is being a dad the most "happiness" thing in the world when they get angry for the most dumbess reason like: there daughter dating, one of the kids are gay, one of the kids did bad on the test, or one of the kids spilled juice on the floor and the dad gets all angry and all of a sudden he is not the "happiness person in the world" Men are so unbelievable bipolar there super happy for one thing and the next minute there angry.
Most dad hate there family thats why "pregnant women are more likely to get killed by there partner then to die from childbirth, Thats why men assassinate there whole family, that's why a lot of dads are deadbeat and don't want to see or look after there kids. Lots of them have second lives, or avoid seeing there family all together and useing work as am exuse.

I’m looking for if this is like a $1000 vs $5000 job. I’m aware of regional/market price differences.
I’m curious about rough labor costs for a corner wall behind a wood stove: 4’ wide then a 90° angle and another 4’ Ceiling is vaulted from 9’ to about 13’ so one side of the tile has to be angled. It’s about 100 sq ft (rounded up) and the tiles are 6”x18” Ledgestone with no grout required after they’re stuck to the wall.
The tiler is doing all of the tile work in the house (3 bathrooms and kitchen) so it’s not just a standalone little job, I’m just wondering what additional charge might be so I have a realistic number to add to my budget line item.
Thank you!

For context, we currently live in an EU country, I'm a US citizen, husband isn't. We're considering moving to the US eventually. He has two MAs and a PhD in a humanities field (all his education was in the EU so idk how degree conversions would work) and speaks English at a C2 level, so basically like a native speaker but with rare grammar mistakes. He's also worked for about 5 years in the local government, managing cultural events/topics, and for 10 years as an English teacher. He doesn't want to continue teaching, though.
I know it's a broad question, but if it's possible to answer in some general way, would it be possible for him to have a successful career in the US? Or would he be limited by his foreign degrees, slight language imperfections, and lack of US citizenship?

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I’ve been married 23 years. Some of you may recognize me as someone who comments a lot from a perspective of a healing marriage with a great guy who gave up porn.
Well, I’m sitting at my moms with a lot of SH because I went through his phone yesterday. He made a big production about how he had deleted FB and IG because they were garbage. It raised teeny flags for me, but we speak openly about how mad social media is and so I figured it was that. But the hairs on the back of my neck stood up in that moment and never came back down. Then Mothers Day happened. I’m chronically I’ll and I’m in pain all the time. On the Thursday before I realized no one had planned anything? So I called my mom and said hey do you want to do breakfast and she said sure, and on Saturday I had a flare and spent most of the day in bed. That meant by the time I was even remotely able to move, I had a big job in front of me. The kitchen/house was filthy, like it always is until I can get to it. He puts canes on dirty dishes in the dishwasher sometimes, when I asked him to rinse first he just made sure there were no chunks of food,, but it’s still caked in dirty food. So I redo his dishes and reload it. And the dishes in thr sink. The garbage by his chair, etc. he works all the time but at this point I don’t know if he’s working or just fucking around in his models on the laptop to make it look like work. He does very very little without being specifically asked,and then he does the half way or poorly. It feels like weaponized incompetence, at the same time it’s likely he was never taught any of it. Whenever I try to give hm tips or help he gets…offended I guess? Like he’s capable of [random household chores]. When we were separated because his therapist told him I had no right to police his porn use and he leaned into that hard-his house was trashed. The whole time. My son didn’t want to bring people over there. Anyway, he finally “quit” in Oct 2021. His personality changed back to the sweet and caring guy I knew before porn ruined h him. So here we are Mother’s Day Eve and he’s acting. Just weird. He asks if he can help and I say yes!!! Can you just fill the breakfaat burritos while I make an egg? And he says sure, but with this look that devices his words. He immediately goes to the bathroom (to look up boobs maybe? Idk it took awhile) then immediately up to bed. I spent the next 4 hours doing it myself and ended up in some of the worst pain I’ve had in quite some time. After I dragged myself through the day, I was basically bed bound for 10 days. In that time I came to the realization that if I hadn’t remembered, planned, invited, and cooked, not one person would have so much as said Happy Mothers Day to me. He didn’t. I think he got me two presents that sit in boxes by the door unopened that came well after MD. He likely ordered them that day.
Anyway, it planted the seed for me. The callousness was reminiscent of when he was using before. So now for the last few weeks I’ve been on edge I’m worried about wanting to be intimate with him because I’m worried he’s going to not want me. I’m worried about telling him what I need because I don’t wanna hurt his feelings, I can’t have an orgasm anymore even by myself sexual contact makes me feel nervous. I’m like I could have a mental break down. And in all this, I am feeling bad for my husband. I’m feeling sorry for him and what I can’t give him.
So he goes up to take a shower yesterday and I don’t know why but his phone was right there and I started looking and it wasn’t much. There wasn’t really anything. I went through every single one of his tabs of 500 of them. A couple theory, random that may or may not be anything like Nicole Scherzinger in a Keeney, but more like a story or a story about a may December relationship. There was also pages of the new drug up which made me feel like oh that’s nice but they were way back. and then I went in to his history. Just a few days back it was him searching my old coworkers from the yoga studio and viewing them on Facebook and Instagram but via the browser I know you can imagine exactly what people who do yoga full-time have for pictures. these are women who are younger than me and prettier than me. Women who I worked with for years and now I know that he was looking at some whole time to. I tried to talk myself out of it like we all do like maybe maybe this is just him looking at people I worked with because a picture of all of us popped up and he didn’t know who they were. I know how stupid I know I feel so stupid. But when I kept opening these searches it mean, there was one that was just huge fucking boobs zoomed in is a profile picture, and he searched it, and there is no way around that. I don’t know if there’s actual porn on there anywhere in there probably is
I don’t know what to do. I can’t take care of myself because I can’t work with disability and my disability happened after my stitches failed from my hysterectomy, and my husband and I were being intimate. The trauma we both have. is insane. it’s ruined my life I can’t work. I am only marginally mobile with mobility aids. He makes all the money and I try to pay people to come and do the things that I can’t anymore but sometimes it sometimes it gets too much and I just wish I had one of those husbands I read about, who just do things around the house without being asked or nagged. He said I was nagging and so I just stopped asking completely. He is the king of Weaponized incompetence. This man who is an upper level white-collar worker with an insane paycheck somehow doesn’t know when the house is dirty needs to be picked up.
I left last night when I found out I don’t know what to do now he wants to talk. He keeps talking his answers are all clipped like he’s not gonna let me in he’s not gonna admit, he’s not gonna call himself an addict. He’s trying to blame it on the fact that it’s just everywhere and I can take away his phone if that would work I don’t know what to do. I need help from you guys. This is the first slip up. I told him I was gone if it happened again. I feel like I almost have to pick up but selfishly. I don’t know how I’m not well I can’t take care of my spot. I have no way to make him come. I am seriously considering I don’t live in myself because I have nothing. State care won’t allow me to continue with my doctors or my medic medicines, which are the only thing they give me any quality of life whatsoever. I’m trapped in his income and his insurance.
What do I do? Can I save him? Can he be saved if I gave him another chance? What do I have to insistent what we have to do right now he’s being very short and clipped and not owning up to his wrongdoing and when he’s faced with guilt, he gets really angry, that’s why he left in the first place. He felt guilty and his therapist told him he didn’t need to his therapist told him it was fine for him to watch as much porn as he wanted and I was the unreasonable one. I just need help. Tell me what to do.?

Hi everyone.
I am a Canadian who has plans to work in the US. My qualifications are as follows:
Work experience
Current experience
Present
Analyst, advisory
Past investment banking M&A
Degree, bcomm, Canadian school.
given that I have a bcomm degree what would I be able to do to get approved for a TN visa?

I am school right now finishing pre-read for the trade school I’m going to next year but working these jobs in between has been HORRIBLE. I literally hate it here but I have a beautiful apartment with nothing in it yet. I’m afraid of purchasing a whole bunch of stuff and then I end up saying I want to go somewhere else in the middle of my lease and not have enough money. I do not know where I want to be and who I am but I don’t like the way I feel right now and want to start over.
I even asked family members would they move here and they said no but as soon as I say I think it’s time for me to go to and they tell me I might as well stay here. These people out here do not accept LGBT/Blacks and extremely passive aggressive out here.
I want out but I’m afraid.

Okay guys I need some advice. I am super excited to announce that i have accepted an ASM job at another company. However my manager has been on vacation and will be i believe for another week or so. I am not sure how to go about putting in my two weeks notice, ie who to give it to and if I should send my boss a text. They are on their honeymoon and i don't want to bother them/ruin it. I also don't really want to have to put in my two weeks and them not find out till a week later. I love this job but I'm getting better opportunities and i don't want to damage my relationship with the Home Depot in case this job doesn't work out for me. I'm also a MET associate for context.

Sincerely
Ba-doh, ba-doh, ba-doh, ba-doh-ba
Sincerely, oh yes, sincerely
'Cause I love you so dearly, please say you'll be mine
-The Moonglows
Part I - The End
This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening. If I keep saying it maybe it will be true.
But it was happening. Tough times. Humpty Dumpty times. Out of gas in the desert with no bars times.
And, just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse than a Tijuana root canal; she walked in. Out of the sweltering Mexican heat, into the dim bar, she came; the only thing standing between me and the blinding light. I heard a couple of gunshots somewhere in the distance.
I still remember how the sun illuminated my 2pm rise and shine, shit-faced full of no caffeine afternoon after, hair of the dog; tequila shot and beer. Like I said, tough times on the Ponderosa, Hoss.
Every time I think of that moment, I stand transfixed in time. Unable to move, frozen in-place tighter than a suckered kid’s tongue to a Chicago lamppost in a February ice storm. Maggie had long ago won my heart’s devotion only to betray both me, and it, in ways still inconceivable to my sauce pan of a brain.
So, a couple of months ago, my life in post-apocalyptic ruin, I did what any red-blooded American would do; I flew across the border to CDMX to drown my sorrows in tequila and cheap living. And now, incomprehensibly, here she was; back, again like the September monsoon. Had the bitch air tagged me?
It seemed with Maggie my heart’s devotion was not enough. Everything she wanted and received soon became a dull knife; just ain’t cutting. Mags had to have it all, all the time. And I thought she had gotten all of me and more. Who’d think she’d want to pick at the carcass? But inexplicably, there she was like my constant migraine, the one that never really left the base of my skull.
Without a word Mags swooped in close like she missed me and now hadda kiss me.
Then, quicker than lightning showing off, she plunged her delicate-boned hand deep into my chest. She then removed it with even greater alacrity holding it high above her jet-black mane. She waved it for all the bar to see, my still beating corazón in it, color-coordinating against it’s will with her manicure, making what looked like vague Italian gestures.
Nobody in the bar paid us any mind.
I, on the other hand, couldn’t help but avert my horrified gaze into my now exposed chest cavity, only to witness darkness within darkness gazing back at me.
“Heyyyyyy,” a voiceless voice greeted and saluted.
I looked up at Maggie. She took the seat opposite mine. Then reaching over with her free hand commandeered my tequila and knocked it back quick. Her encore was to grab my beer and drain it with all the mud she could muster into my eye. Then, with a satisfied look she dropped the now emptied bottle on the wooden table hard enough to make a thud.
Maggie then met my stare. My cardia beating peripatetically in her freshly manicured right-hand she made an elaborate shrug, her face smug as a tyrant’s fart.
I remembered wondering what the fuck was keeping my cardio so vascular. It sure as fuck wasn’t clean living. Then, that voiceless voice had yet more to say.
“Now what, Spenser?” it asked.
Now, it was now my turn to shrug. Surprisingly, despite being a now certifiably heartless son of a bitch, I, too, had something to say. So, I said it.
“You’re fucking diabolical, Maggie.”
My words of judgment echoed clear, permeating deep into the abyss, then back again at Maggie. She caught my words easier than a kitten catches smiles. She just shrugged again. It was starting to get annoying.
“You ruined me,” I added just to be doing something.
The shrug undulated down from her tan and toned shoulder through her arm, finally coming to a full stop at her finger’s tips.
Waving my heart at me with more vague Italian gestures Mags asked, “How can you be so sure, Spenser?”
Part II – The Middle
Sincerely, oh you know how I love you
I'll do anything for you, please say you'll be mine
...
This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening. My new mantra wasn’t working.
Six months ago, I thought Maggie was the answer to my dreams.
Swooping down like an angel to shower me with attention and affection. Dinners with wine. Hot sex. More hot sex. No strings attached. Getting to know you pillow talk.
Now, there’s one thing I need to add. I met her through a dating app but as it turned out we both worked for the same nonprofit. We didn’t know each other as it’s a fairly big company but it turned out I supported the code for both her projects. This turned out to be one of many coincidences.
We both hated our jobs. We both liked writing short stories but never could sell a thing despite writing dozens and dozens. We both could dance salsa, on 1 and 2 and loved to hablar en español que no era muy guapo.
We both wanted to run away to Mexico city and live the Bohemian life.
Coincidences like we both grew up in NYC and had issues with our respective families of origin. And while she was Chinese-American and I was Russian-American both our fathers were born in the same year and were obsessed with Woody Allen. We both had much younger siblings we didn’t speak to.
Yeah, we had both grown up with weak fathers and selfish narcissistic mothers in common. And worser still, we had both experienced unstable living situations in high school. In my case, I was kicked out of the house for smoking weed.
In Maggie’s case, I never really was sure what went down but the best I could get out of her was at 13 she got pissed at her mom for cheating on her dad and left the house with nowhere to go. She ended up with family friends or relatives but the details were always murky and I was not the nosey type.
Her words to me were, “My mother’s emotional IQ is low. I raised myself.”
Impressively, she had made it through the Ivy League and seemed to be someone down to earth I could spend time with. But truth be told from the minute I saw her profile picture I was hotter than a Texas chili sprout for her.
It was some kind of primal attraction I thought I was long past entertaining. It wasn’t lust. It wasn’t love. It was like the thought of coming home to a family I never knew I had or that even could exist.
This shit made old me feel like young me again. But, as oft is the case in life, there was a problem. I was old, broke and probably about to lose my job. I was in IT and I was having problems with my manager being a psychopath; for reals.
It wasn’t mere conjecture as he had a reputation of getting people fired, or worse, making their lives so miserable they would quit; even with no prospects. I had been the focus of his sabotaging efforts and it had been having a bad effect on my mental and physical well-being.
This had taken a turn for the worse and I was catching a lot of passive aggressive hostility on the project Maggie supported.
Anyway, she was the bright spot in my otherwise mostly solitary and emotionally bleak life. And she lived nearby. She had an ex and kids and shared custody but I never met them and she didn’t really talk much about it except to say once, “You should need a license to have kids.”
I never had quite known what to make of some of the things she said, but like I said, I was under her spell. And I liked it.
And the icing on top? I had a dominant kinky side and that was a fire Maggie poured gasoline on every chance she got. She was worse than an arsonist in Underoo Town.
One weird thing about Mags was her knitting habit. If we weren’t fucking or eating she was knitting. Even at restaurants and bars.
One day in November, with the sun golden in a sky so blue you thought you could touch it I asked, “What are you knitting?”
Maggie gave me a wry look. She got out of her chair and seemed to be examining my bald head which I had shaved just that morning.
“A hat,” she replied.
But as the holidays rolled around things started to change. One Sunday morning as we were having coffee Maggie looked around the crowded steamy café.
“Everybody’s hooking up for the holidays,” she remarked.
I didn’t really know what to do with that one so I let it be.
But as the days went on there was a change in the weather. Fewer texts. Less sex. Maggie going out of town to some vague destination. Sending me sexy pictures of herself in Santa outfits after I caught the flu during Christmas.
A few days after Christmas I got a text late one night.
“Is it okay if I come by?”
“Very okay,” was my reply.
Maggie showed up with chocolate, red wine and the hat she had been knitting. Orange Afghani wool softer than a golden retriever’s fur. She put the hat on my head and then removed all my clothes.
“Let’s celebrate Christmas, Spenser.”
And, we did.
When we were done and lying head-to-head, I said, “I love my hat.”
Maggie said, “I made it especially for you. No matter what, don’t lose it.”
It was another one of those weird Maggie things she said, like, “I used to shoplift,” and shit like that.
I nodded.
“Promise me you’ll hold on to your hat, Spenser.”
“I promise.”
Maggie observed my face, then nodded as if confirming something to herself.
“Okay.”
Then we did that thing again.
That was the pinnacle. Things quickly went downhill for no reason I could discern. Texts unanswered and when answered; kind of abrupt-like. Being unavailable. Stuff with her kids. Time away in Connecticut for some vague reason. After that I began feeling like the weakest card in a gambler’s hand.
But Maggie kept shoe horning me in at odd times, giving me just enough crumbs to keep me on the hook. And as we rode the roller coaster down everything always seemed to center around alcohol. And sex. More and more debauched sex. Finally, by New Year’s Eve things were getting straight-up weird no chaser.
“You know that thing we talked about?”
By her tone I knew what she meant. I nodded cautiously.
“You want to try it?”
Maggie dropped a smile on me that would have had the serpent in the garden applying for unemployment.
“Yes,” she said.
So, we did.
I thought I had been imagining things. I thought we were back at the pinnacle. I could feel the love drug course through my veins. Things couldn’t be better. Or, so I thought.
Oh Lord, won't you tell me why
I love that girlie so
The Following Monday
The next Monday I was called into what turned out to be the most fucking bizarre moment of my fifty-eight years on this planet; and I’ve had some bizarre fucking moments growing up in south Brooklyn in the 1970’s; believe you me.
The company’s CIO, compliance officer, head of legal, head of HR and my evil manager, Conte Rugen were all in attendance, cameras ROLLING.
It appears I was being dismissed after 8 years loyal service for sexual assault, extortion, harassment, hate speech, insults to farm animals and every fucking other offense against God and man one could commit in these holiest of holy United States of America.
And just who had I… who had I.. victimized? Who had I preyed upon? Harassed? Gone full nutso on?
Maggie.
They had the goods. Recordings. Video. Ropes. Whips. Chains. Bad Spanglish. Maggie screaming, “No, papi! No!!!!”
I believe I was, what is known in legal parlance as, summarily fucked.
Nobody wanted to hear my side. How things were taken out of context. Things we had mutually consented to out of exciting and bonding trust and exploration.
“Did I have consent agreement?” I parroted back in shock to the head of legal.
“Did you get one when you fucked your mother in the ass before she shat you out?” I added just to keep my mouth from puking.
I was in bombshell shock. Maggie was my angel. Our situationship was supposed to be fucking healing from our abused childhoods and here I am now some kind of Tarantinoesque, Mr. Fucking Rapist? And my fucking manager once bragging about throwing a cat out a window when he was a juvenile delinquent?!?
There would be charges pressed. I would need an attorney. I might be arrested.
And it all happened faster than you can say, “Blue Monday, How I hate Blue Monday”.
And then Maggie sued the company. Take no fucking prisoners, Maggie. Disco-fucking-inferno burn that mother down we don’t need no water let the motherfucker burn Maggie. I wondered if her ex had been left on food stamps after the divorce.
A few months and my life savings and retirement account after that the criminal case got pleaded down to misdemeanor assault and I was able to arbitrate with my employer and Maggie’s lawyer leaving me with some clothes, my passport and precisely enough plastic to fly into the sweltering Mexican heat. So, fly into it I did.
Part III – The Beginning
Sincerely, oh you know how I love you
I'll do anything for you, please say you'll be mine
Oh Lord, won't you tell me why
I love that girlie so
She doesn't want me
But I'll never never never never let her go
...
“I wish you’d stop waving that thing at me,” I said gesturing at my heart with my chin.
“You’re still upset,” Maggie said. It wasn’t a question.
“You fucking abused me. You fucking eviscerated me. Yeah, you could say I’m a little perturbed.”
“But you’re still wearing the hat,” she said smiling.
“It’s a bad ass hat,” I said. It was after all. Why cut off your nose to spite your face?
“I put a lot of time and thought into it,” she said. My heart continued to beat in her hand.
...
Oh Lord, won't you tell me why
I love that girlie so
She doesn't want me
But I'll never never never never let her go
...
“Look,” she said waving my heart at me.
“I really wish you wouldn’t wave that around like that.”
The voice in the abyss in my chest spoke. It said, “Wait for it.”
Maggie said, “Spenser, you poor fucking sap. You hate your fucking job. You try to do the right fucking thing and speak up and you get kicked around like a dog. You try to love hard and you get beat up and left in an alley. You try to write books and start businesses and you end up bankrupt or dead.
And now look at you! You don’t have a care in the fucking world. You don’t have a shitty job. You are in beautiful Mexico City with the girl of your dreams. You say your heart was hardened? Well, I say it feels pretty fucking soft and sweet to me. Like the hat I knitted you. With the pom pom. And you know what?”
“What?” I heard myself murmur?
The abyss in my chest said, “Yeah, what?”
“Well, one the fucking pom pom has a beacon so I knew where you were the whole fucking time you sap. So I can tell you this true. And I will. So here I am in fucking Mexico sweating my tits off. And I am telling you this," she said nodding at my cardio, "is a very good heart. And I am putting it back where it belongs.
There is nothing wrong with it and now nobody can hurt it again. And if you want to write a book now you have something, and someone,” she added with a wry smile, “to write about.”
Then lightning quick Maggie put it back in my chest and removing her hand made a quick flourish gesturing for the waitress.
“Botella de tequila, por favor!”
I looked down at my chest. Everything seemed to be the way it had been before she ripped out my heart. Only different.
I was about to speak. Maggie raised a hand.
The waitress appeared like a wraith and put down a bottle of Don Julio and two fresh shot glasses and two cold ones.
Maggie poured two shots and pushed one at me with the hand that had been holding my cardio captive. She then fished around in her pocket and found her phone.
“What the fuck, right," that's what your thinking, Spenser. Yeah, what the fuck is right. Look at this baby boy,” she said and then pushed her phone next to the shot glass.
I was looking at what appeared to be a bank balance that appeared ready, willing and able to face fuck an extraordinarily tall giraffe. I felt the migraine disappear like a bad dream.
Maggie gave me a wry smile.
She pushed the shot glass closer to me and picked hers up. I felt my elbow bending. It felt okay.
She tilted her shot at me and said, "Here's looking at you, kid," and took the shot. I drank mine.
We put our glasses down.
“You can negotiate anything," she said, then added, "sincerely.”
And then, then she kissed me.
Oh say you'll be mine
Oo-eee, oo-eee-oo, ooi-ooi-ooo
Sincerely

Hi guys, I no longer nanny but I keep in good contact with the previous families I nanny with. One of them wants me to come with them on their annual vacation. They want to know what I would charge as a flat rate. They cover flight and food and it sounds like it’ll be a very relaxed job. Mainly just waking G4 up in the morning and getting her ready for the day by 11am. Then potentially watching her for a few date nights. They welcomed me to come along the holiday activities they’re doing but also acknowledged that I would want to venture out on my own. No additional responsibilities such as food prep or cleaning as they will do all of that. The vacation would be a total of 12 days.
A few extra things I feel I should add, I live in a completely different state now. Which would either require me to drive 5 hours to board the plane with them or make arrangements to get to the airport where I’m at. When I worked for them I was making 22hr in a MCOL area. They gave me bonuses throughout the year and even given me money long after I wasn’t their nanny.
Doing this vacation has no affect on my income as I’m an independent artist and create my own schedule. If anything regardless of what I charge I’d be making more money in the end. I do believe I’ll have a lot of independent time on this trip as I have done other activities with this family and they have always been good about taking over for their child versus leaving it all on me. Overall this is a family I enjoy being around. Since I’ve moved I’ve come up and seen them a few times on my visit and consider them pretty good friends.

I've been asked to make a 'good looking' CR box for someone's living room. I've built one before using 20x20 filters and a large lasko floor fan for my workshop. It does a fantastic job cleaning fine particles out of the air, as measured by my dylos air meter. It is a little loud, but normally I'm wearing ear protection so I don't care very much.
However, the ask here is to keep it smaller and make it 'look good'. Here's my current thinking on it:

1. Use (4) 3M merv 13 12x12 air filters, but place them inside of the box.
   1. Build gasketed brackets for holding the filters in place, with a mechanism to ensure slight pressure to maintain air sealing.
   2. Placing the filters on the interior, in theory, reduces the interior air volume of the box. Does this impact performance?
   3. Use speaker cloth on the exterior to obscure the appearance of the air filters.
      1. I'm not sure about this part of it.. in theory, I would assume something acoustically transparent isn't going to be impeding air flow, but want to be sure I'm not causing any issues before I move ahead with that idea.
2. Use five PC fans (not sure about this.. just learned about the PC fan based CR cube this morning)
   1. It sounds like the PC fans perform more efficiently and are less noisy than the box fan units. Is that accurate? I don't need silence but within reason would want to try and find a 'quiet' solution.
   2. Cut holes in the box to match the diameter of the fan.
      1. If the shroud is 1/2" thick, does this have implications on fan performance?
3. Build the entire box w/ interlocking joinery, caulking the interior corners once assembled.
4. Provide a double gasketed 'door' for changing out the filters.

The living room is moderate in size - maybe 1275 cubic feet in total.
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Any red flags with this approach thus far? Any suggestions or other avenues worth exploring here?

My husband is currently working in n banglore..he need job in Delhi.. anyone who is working in IT sector please DM me i will share his resume...please help us guys...

I just want to put it behind us
My bf is 30 and I'm 31. We've been together two years and I'm his first relationship. It's been a month since I found out and it's getting easier in a lot of ways and our relationship seems to have grown from this but the situation is messed up.
My boyfriend started a new job sometime in March and it was in the middle of nowhere he didn't have service so we barely spoke we started to become a little distance but I didn't think much of it. April 15 was my birthday. We went out for my birthday he spent $300 on an amazing meal and we had a great time. He took me to the bar he worked at later that night and everything seemed good between us. April 19 I found out my best and only friend had overdosed and this is when everything hit the fan. My mental health tanks. I already struggle with BPD and bipolar but I felt absolutely hopeless and started lashing out at my bf. He becomes more distant and is drinking more frequently and isn't helping around the house at all which makes everything worse.
Eventually on may 5 I look through his phone and find a single message from this girl and all the other messages are deleted and her notifications are muted for some reason. I get this awful feeling and I had been asking him for weeks if something was wrong if he had been cheating. I never thought he could do that before but it was just intuition I guess. He confessed to everything. She listened to him. They had a spark. He liked her she liked him. I never listened to his music or his hobbies. In a months time he thought he was falling for this girl. She kissed him first told him she didn't wanna be a home wrecker or get between us and then they slept together once.
As soon as I found out he blocked her and told work he was finishing out the week and quitting. The girl then got his number from a coworker and started messaging him from multiple numbers when he blocked that one and emails on iphone freaking out saying she was cutting and saying he promised he was going to leave me and this and that once I texted back telling her to leave him alone and he told me he never made any promises to her all he told her was that our relationship was stale and he was unhappy. She then spoofed a number pretending to be her ex husband saying he was beating and raping her and she came to work with "bruises". She then approached him saying I was cheating on him and even convinced the manager there to say the same even though I never met these people so he walked out and never went back. The situation was insane.
With how insane she acted I do believe everything he told me. He was honest with me about all the details. I think the girl said some things to fuck with my head and make me jealous because I was reading his phone. It hurts though. I'm glad he quit the job and told me everything . He says he made a mistake and it was like a midlife crisis thing cause I'm his first girlfriend and it's dumb and it's not an excuse and that he loves me but he's never had attention like that from other women and to some degree I do understand. I've also cheated on someone in the past and I have that perspective which makes me feel like I don't deserve any sympathy. I haven't posted about this at all or really talked about it. It's just weighing so heavily. On my birthday I told my mom I wanted to marry this man and I still feel this way. I think he just made a stupid mistake and I really think he realizes that. I just need to let this out somewhere without any judgement and maybe this is the place but fuck this just sucks so much.

I got laid off as a PM (second job in my career) in March of this year. Luckily, I am in a niche area and have received decent-paying freelance/contract work soon after (all 40 hours a week). I am on a contract from April to July, and have another one lined up from July to June 2024 (when I hope to matriculate). I get paid 1099, and I have a sole proprietorship
Should I list it as

1. Contract 2
2. Contract 1
3. Full-time Job 2
4. Full-time Job 1

Or should I list it as

1. Worked at as a consultant product manager. My clients were X and Y companies.
2. Full-time Job 2
3. Full-time Job 1

I would rather do the latter as it makes rec letters easier, shows I'm not changing jobs for no reason, shows that I am a freelancer with strong demand, etc. But at the same time, I can see how freelancing looks worse compared to FT employment, and it might also be silly to list a company with a staff of 1.