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This is the home for all of your VW bus related needs from 1949-1992 including the rear engine barndoor, split window, bay window, and vanagon eras. This includes campers, westies, single cabs, double cabs, kombis, transporters, deluxes, panels, and any other specialty variants. Front engine Eurovans and their owners are also more than welcome! Feel free to share your projects, photos, questions, and experiences.
Ngl, I've been kicking myself for the past year. I'm almost 30 and have been working unarmed security for 5 years now. I feel like my career, my life, isn't in order.
I reconnected with a handful of old friends from School/old jobs, a lot of them have a higher hourly paid rate. I forgot how we got to this topic but my friend in the electrical union is getting paid $18/hr ( I get paid $13/hr ), his paycheck was less than mine. We both get paid bi-weekly - I began doing the math but when I mentioned how much over time / hours he does he laughed!
He has never worked 40 hours in a week, he has never had overtime. I was shocked, my other friends chimed in how they would kill to have 40 hour paychecks. They're all working towards good careers so I was shocked to hear this.
I remember at Subway/OfficeMax some weeks you'd get 20, some 35, some 25, etc. And thinking there was no way I could survive on such inconsistent checks. I thought stuff like this happened in entry level jobs, not in the electrical union, dental office, school bus driver, etc.
I guess that's the of the few pluses about security, getting a 40 hour schedule isn't hard.
I have an M2 Mac Mini running Ventura 13.1.1. I have 2x4TB and 2x8TB HDDs in a 150W powered ORICO enclosure. Ever since adding the 4th disk (the 2nd 8TB drive), the enclosure has been ejecting some or all of the disks in it overnight.
Ambient temperature in the room, overnight, would be in the low 70s (F). It gets much warmer during the day, but I have never seen it disconnect during the day.
Originally, I thought it might be because I had another external drive (a single 1TB SSD) on the same bus (both plugged into the USB-A ports), and after disconnecting it the ORICO seemed to survive the night before last. But then the ORICO disconnected again last night.
Restarting the computer brings everything back online without any issues, at least none that I can see. Disk Utility's "First Aid" doesn't show any problems. Two of the disks are in a JBOD RAID, and two are just single drives. To mitigate this problem for now, I've used pmset to schedule nightly restarts, but this feels like a Band-Aid over a bullet hole (still not sure if this is effective - will check back in tomorrow with results).
I have a cron job that updates a file on one of the volumes in the ORICO every minute, so I know exactly when the drive gets disconnected. What I don't know is what logs to check in order to use that timestamp for any troubleshooting.
Does anyone have any thoughts on what I can do here? Any logs I can check for clues? Thanks!
I'm route planning for a trip in late July early August and haven't been able to decide on which direction I'd like to go through the European continent.
I can either start in Denmark (Copenhagen area) and go south or I can take a bus or train to Central Europe (Prague) and work my way back to Denmark.
Time on tour is expected to be 14 days, but with the option to extend one more week. I'm comfortable with daily distances of 100-150 km in non-mountainous regions (which I've never cycled in before), but am planning on making some room in the schedule to be able to spend some time in the places I visit too, perhaps not being on the move every day.
Does any of you have a preference? Any thing I shouldn't miss between those starting/end points? Something to avoid?
I'll be lightly packed, on a road bike fitted with bikepacking bags, mainly credit card touring with a UL option for sleeping out.
Husband(49M) and I (46F) used to make a great team, but it's gone to hell in a hand basket over the last few years. Recently he informed me that I was expected to do 100% for our daughter(9) all the cleaning and inside the house chores. He takes the trash out, mows the lawn/winter shoveling (unless he is out of town- and I think he checked the weatheplanned his away weeks so I had to clear the driveway nearly every storm this year- and the grass hasntbbeen mowed this season) He told me that we had agreed when I took my part-time (24-32hrs/week) job 2 years ago, that our daughter wouldn't be in daycare and I could do things at home. I missed the fact that he was going to stop doing ANYTHING around the house. I refuse to schedule his appointments or do his laundry. His schedule is erratic and he is too picky on the order his shirts get hung up in the closet. He also pays all the household bills. But if I ask him to grab a gallon of milk at the store on the way home you would think I sent him on a mission for a rare gem.
Everyday I get up at 6:30 with our daughter to get her ready for school. He rolls out of bed just after 7. I make sure she is fed, has snack, homework, book, water, shoes etc for school and we are out the door at 7:40. I drop her off at school, drive to the post office for work (15 min) and head to the office. I have to leave work by 2:30 to be home before the bus. Then it's snack, homework, maybe 1 hr of down time before supper prep, baths, and bedtime prep. daughter has severe anxiety and I sit with her until she fLls asleep. Somewhere between 4 and 6 he announces he is done with work (unless he gets a phone call) and he sits in his recliner and turns on the TV. I can't get him to see that my being home with our daughter after school.does not give me more extra rime in my day. He refuses to help.with cooking, and complains that he eats out too much so doesn't want takeout. He doesn't understand why there are always dirty dishes in the sink, or why I haven't had the chance to vacuum or put laundry away. I have to schedule all the appointments for my daughter. I have to follow up with the school. I plan meals and buy the groceries. I am trying to get a summer schedule set, and he refuses to sit with me and look at the calendar- because he doesn't know where he will need to be for work. I am just so tired.
2 years ago I started a new job. Super flexibility, good pay, part-time 24-32 hours a week. I can WFH or at the office, any hours, I just need to make sure the job is done. Hubby is a sales manager, he goes to his customers/ spends time with employees and finishes his paperwork/communication from home (his desk is between our living room and dining areas). Every 3 weeks or so he is out of town Monday-Thursday. His work is full time plus. He will always answer his work calls, no matter the time, or what activity the family is doing. 2 or 3 times a year he travels out of state for Corporate events- training and fun events, 1 week a year he has a guys vacation (hunting trip). 3 years ago I was working a full-time job (32 hours a week, our daughter (now 9) was in full time daycare, my disabled mom was living with us, she had helpers that regularly came to the house. Hubby had the same job, but was not managing others yet.
First time selling tickets but lemme know, bought tickets but scheduling issues. Ga (2day) is $240. Ga (2day) w/ hotel is $990. This was gonna my first hitc but I can’t go cuz it’s on the same day as another trip my family decided. ;( based in SF
Hi everyone, I will be flying to Perth tonight (scheduled flight landing around 10:30 pm local time at Terminal 4), and will be staying at a hotel in Perth CBD for tonight. I have heard of the SmartRider Card in Perth but I don't have one atm, nor do I have any coins (cash) on me atm as I pay everything using my debit card. Will I be able to pay the train ticket from airport to CBD using card only? If not where can I get the SmartRider Card this late at night?
Also, tomorrow morning around 7:00 am I will need to use the bus network, can I pay for the bus ticket using debit card?
Any help would be greatly appreciated!!!
: The following contest is scheduled for one fall… Crowd
: One fall!
And is for… the WiR Television Championship! Already in the ring, the challenger, weighing in at 235 pounds, The Suuuuuuperstar! Banaganoush
: And Already in the ring, the champion, “Guaranteed, Gabe Garvin!” Ding Ding Ding! Mann
: And the bell rings here, and we are back underway at Sound Off! Presented by Dexter Flux.
The Superstar does a little spin as he approaches Gabe Garvin and the two back off from each other. The two wrestlers stare down a moment, before launching at each other with a collar and elbow tie-up. The Superstar gains the upper hand and locks Garvin in a headlock. Garvin, in a headlock, however, gets pushed into the ropes, where he gets pushed away. Garvin looks for a back body drop as The Superstar bounces off the ropes, but eats a boot for his trouble. Garvin tries to regain control by lifting Superstar on his shoulders, Superstar shifts back to the ground, but gets lifted and dropped on his chest! The Superstar is forced to roll out of the ring to recover. Crowd
: [Apathetic Silence]
Garvin goes under the bottom rope and gets quickly caught with a kick to the stomach. The Superstar throws Garvin into the barricade and begins to hammer away. Woodbridge
: And The Superstar turning things around here! Mann
: And folks, we’ll be back after these messages from our sponsors! Woodbridge
: Why are we going to commercial, the match just st- The following advertisement plays
We fade back into the action with a crowd shot, which stays longer than comfortable on a shot of 40 apathetic fans. As it cuts back to the ring, we see Gabe Garvin deliver a vertical suplex to The Superstar, before going to a pin that convinces nobody of its success. Mann
: And we are back here at Sound Off! Garvin has regained control here!
The Superstar rolls to the corner and forces a momentary break. As the ref tries to restore order, The Superstar throws an overhand shot at Garvin- who blocks it and responds in kind, backing the Superstar back into the corner, and whipping him across the ring. As Superstar bounces off with a thud, Garvin hits the ropes beside him and hits a bulldog
. Garvin goes for a cover, which gets a… ONE TWO
The Superstar flops into the corner once more, and Garvin is halted from pulling him away by the official. As The Superstar exits the corner, Garvin is right back on top of him, whips him off the ropes, and delivers a back body drop! The Superstar rolls out of the ring once more, but Garvin follows in pursuit. Garvin charges in, but gets caught with a drop-toe hold, and crashes into the announce table. Mann
: Watch out! Woodbridge
: Garvin seeking to capitalize on his newfound momentum here… Crowd
: [Does not care]
The Superstar throws Garvin back into the squared circle, and delivers a club to the back of his head, Followed by stomps and a knee drop. Superstar waits for Garvin to try and get back up, before stomping again, followed by a punch. As Garvin powers back to his feet, The Superstar looks to grab him, but Garvin pulls him in for a belly-to-belly suplex! Superstar shuffles into the corner, followed by Garvin, who eats a boot for his trouble before The Superstar storms out with a lariat. The Superstar looks for a chin lock, but Garvin is too oily, and he slips free. Superstar retaliates for this oily transgression with a fist and applies a headlock to a cornered Garvin. Mann
: And The Superstar getting some offense here, Garvin is in trouble! Can our TV champion save the match?
The Superstar works the headlock in the corner until the ref forces a break, at which juncture The Superstar turns around and throws his fists at Garvin. Following this, The Superstar lifts Garvin to his feet and goes for a whip, but as Garvin hits the other turnbuckle, he lifts his left foot to kick an incoming Superstar! As Garvin looks to capitalize, The Superstar grabs the leg that kicked him and takes Garvin down to the mat. Superstar drops an elbow on Garvin’s knee, and a second elbow, before looking for a knee twist, which Garvin pushes away from. Mann
: And Garvin fends off the Superstar’s onslaught! What a heroic effort by our TV Champion! Crowd
: [awkward silence]
Garvin sells his injured knee for a moment, before using it to pull a charging Superstar down with a drop-toe hold, flip Superstar over, and try to apply a submission, but this time, The Superstar pushes Garvin away! The Superstar delivers an elbow to a staggered Garvin, before delivering a Russian leg sweep, and going for a cover. ONE TWO
The Superstar is in disbelief that his leg sweep failed to get the victory, and he pulls Superstar by the arm, before kicking his downed body in the rib. Garvin throws himself off the ground to throw a punch at Superstar’s gut, but as he gets up, he is once again cut off by a clothesline, and a pin attempt. ONE TWO
: [Apathetic, a smattering of boos, and a single portly fan in a Shooting Association shirt attempting to start a “boring” chant] Woodbridge
: The Superstar is unable to get the best of Garvin despite some strong offense here, and the longer this goes on, the more I like the TV Champion’s chances in this match. Mann
: And all the Garvinites in the crowd cheering for their hero to make a comeback!! Crowd shot of bored audience quickly pans back to the ring, where The Superstar is applying an arm wringer Mann
: And this match of course is presented by our sponsors, over at Mann Corporation! The Superstar transitions to a half camel clutch, still clutching the arm of Garvin Mann
: Mann Corporation is committed to providing high-quality products to all of our loyal customers! Use code “WiR” at checkout for 3.5% off select items at MannCoStore.com! The Superstar has transitioned into a standing headlock Mann
: If you buy within the next 7 minutes, all Gabe Garvin merchandise is 10% off! Act fast! And now, back to the action!
Garvin powers out of the headlock and whips The Superstar into a corner. He charges in, and misses, as The Superstar moves out of the way, and attempts to lock in another arm wringer. Garvin tries to power out but fails, and the hold is applied. Superstar
: ASK HIM!
Garvin does not submit, and once again tries to lift himself upwards. Superstar sees this, and shifts so that he is lying down on the back of Garvin, still applying the arm wringer. Garvin winces in agony and reaches for the rope with his free hand. Unable to reach them, Garvin Begins to power himself upwards for the third time, and this one is successful, as he slowly works his way up to his feet, Superstar now trapped in the air in a fireman’s carry. The Superstar pushes himself off as Garvin gets to his feet, and tries to throw a punch. Trying to reclaim the momentum, The Superstar goes for an Irish whip, and looks for a dropkick as Garvin returns, but to no avail! Garvin holds onto the rope, and The Superstar crashes back to the ground. Mann
: And Garvin escaping the hold! Superstar is dazed! Woodbridge
: And this could be the opening the TV Champion needs to regain control of this match! The Superstar is in trouble, as Gabe is Garving up! Mann
: It’s Garvin’ time!
Garvin bounds off the ropes and leaps for a flying clothesline! Mann
: What a maneuver!
Garvin hits the ropes again, and nails a staggered Superstar with another flying clothesline! The Superstar writhes in agony as he tries to pull himself back to a standing base, where Garvin is waiting for him. Garvin bounces off the ropes, and nails a rising Superstar with a shoulder block. Mann
: Vintage Garvin! And he has the upper hand! The fans here on their feet! Crowd
: [Silent, sitting down]
Garvin ascends to the second rope, and as a wounded Superstar ascends once more, he leaps for a double ax handle, but nobody is home! The Superstar looks to capitalize with a DDT, but it gets blocked by Garvin, who fights out, throws Superstar against the ropes, and hits another shoulder block. With The Superstar down, Garvin looks at the crowd, backs against the ropes, and hits a fist drop! One guy in the crowd Crowd
: YEEEAAAH WE FUCKIN LOVE THE FIST DROP YEEEEAAHHH Crowd
: WOOO!! GAR-VIN! GAR-VIN! Woodbridge
: And the people exploding for Garvin’s fist drop! (?)
Garvin looks almost surprised at the suddenly raucous crowd, and motions for his finishing maneuver! As soon as he indicates he isn’t going for another fist drop, the crowd dies and goes back to their silence. Superstar stumbles to his feet, gets his arm trapped, and’s he’s lifted into the air, before being slammed down with a Pump Handle Slam!
Garvin goes into the cover… ONE TWO THREE
! DING DING DING!! Mann
: And Gabe Garvin retains! Woodbridge
: His victory was all but Garunteed Babaganouh
: And here is your winner, at a time of Seven minutes and Forty-Five seconds… Garunteed Gaaaaaabeeeeee Gaaaaarviiiin!! Crowd
[Scant Murmors] Mann
: And tonight we have seen a truly memorable title defense from our heroic TV Champion, Gabe Garvin. And to watch all of Garvin’s matches from the comfort of your home, go to WWW dot Wrestle Is Reddit dot com slash Garvin for all the latest updates! And a special thanks to our sponsor for this show, JDate!
The monitor shows Dexter Flux on screen, who immediately gets a crowd pop 10x louder than anything of the past 7:45 Crowd
: FLUX! FLUX! FLUX! WE LOVE FLUX! Flux
: I'm not… I'm not Jewish, but that's really not what JDate is about. It's about like… dating. JDate is what JDate is. That's what it is. I'm Dexter Flux. I'm the President of the United States. Thank you for your service.
The monitor cuts back to the crowd going bananas for Flux. A guy is screaming and beating the shit out of the old woman sitting next to him because he loves Dexter Flux so much. Mann
: And you too can be just like these happy people if you buy a Gabe Garvin T-Shirt, now 4% off at select TJ Maxx stores near you!
Garvin holds up his title on the apron while the crowd cheer for Flux, and a photographer gets a photo of the victorious champion in front of a cheering crowd. As Garvin gets down from Bret’s rope, the camera cuts to…
Something else. It's shot differently, worse cameras that pan around instead of cut. No commentary. No acknowledgment. It's a documentary shoved in the middle of a wrestling show.
We're in a church basement, or a community gym, or something like that, with hardwood floors and dim, white light pouring in through windows near the top of the room. There's a table next to the door with a coffee machine and paper cups and a door to the outside propped open, so people can step out to smoke. A voice speaks up. Teddy (O.S.)
: I don't think I've ever been a good person.
We move to the middle of the room. There's a circle of people sitting in chairs, looking at one whose face is obscured but whose voice most WiR diehards recognize. The circle's watching him carefully, skeptically. A couple of them glance at the camera as it moves by, which seems like an outsider - a perverse interloper. Some of them are recognizable, heels from all over the wrestling scene. Most of them seem miserable to be here, unrepentant. One figure, dressed up, seems more warm in his posture, but we don't see his face either. Teddy (O.S.)
: I don't think I've ever really tried, I mean. I've been a good guy, for a little bit. Here and there. But I wasn't who I was. I was somebody trying to get cheered, trying to make sure they loved me. And when they didn't, I just… I snapped.
Finally, we see him, the object of their attentions. He is sitting in a chair, dressed down in a t-shirt, paper cup of coffee by his feet. Teddy Coronado
. There's no charisma to the way he speaks. He was a preacher once, electrifying, manic, an embodiment of television airwaves. Now, he's mumbling. The camera zooms in on his face, as he tried to put together the next few words, shaking his head. The words seem ridiculous to say and maybe that's because they're wrestling words and this man - sitting here, in the basement - does not seem to be a wrestler. Teddy
: I'm Teddy Coronado and… Sorry. I'm Teddy and I'm a heel. Others (all together)
: Hi, Teddy.
He cringes at them. Teddy
: I've been…
He stops, sucking on his tongue. It's the noise of a crowd, again. Teddy
: I'm sorry, I don't think I can do this. Spence (O.S.)
: It's alright.
The camera pans over to a much more shocking face, Spence Cooper
, dressed like a normal person, with a buttoned-up v-neck, instead of his usual attire as one half of the Golden State Stars, wearing mesh shirts and whatever nonsense is left. The rest of the group turns to him with a sort of reverence that seems wholly unfitting for him. Spence
: This is hard stuff, Teddy, alright - this is hard stuff, everybody. I mean, when I was a member of the Golden State Stars- Chaz (O.S)
: GOLDEN! STATE! ST- Spence
We whip pan to Chaz Levine, who is also there. He is dressed less like a normal person. Chaz
: Sorry, bro, still working on it. Spence
: We all have hiccups, is what I was saying. This is hard work. That's why not everybody does it. But it's good work. You've been here for a long time, right?
He's staring at the ground as he said it, as if ashamed. Teddy
: Six months. Spence
: Six months and it's still hard. That should show to everyone else here that even the best of us You can do it, Teddy. You can say it.
Teddy takes a breath, tries to put it together. After a few seconds, he looks back up. And it's almost there. That spark, that fire in his eyes. Teddy
: I've… been thinking about things, recently. I've been thinking about my time as a wrestler. I've done a lot of things in this business - and I'm not bragging about that, but I'm saying it because I need to say it. I was the best guy on the mic for a long time. I was good in the ring, too. I beat some of the best people in that company and sometimes I even did it clean.
There's a chuckle at that, in the room, and he gives a rueful smile, for a second, looking back on everything. Then it fades. So does the light in his eyes. Teddy looks at his feet, again, but the rest of them are listening, now. Most of them hate this place, but they listen Teddy
: I lied, I cheated, I stole. I used every dirty fucking trick in the book - you can look. My granddad wrote it. I used weapons. I hired my own ref. I made my own matches. I attacked people from behind the scenes. I once wrestled with a cardboard cut-out, so I could move its torn-off foot under the bottom rope to get a break.
He's looking up, now, and the fire isn't in his eyes, but it's in his words. Teddy
: I gave up everything for that title, for those accolades, for those year-end awards, for my hand raised up at the end of the night. I've got a claim to being the best champion in that company's history. I went into this business looking for all of that. I said to myself that I'd be different than my family, from my great-grandfather, from my grandfather, from my…
He stops. He leaves the final word unsaid. Teddy
: But that's not what I'm saying. I had the chance to change my name. I had a shitty start, but I had my own agency. What I did was my own. And by the end, I gave up that. I gave up my decency, my integrity, my dedication to this art, I gave up everything I have - and I don't have anything to show for it.
There's a crippling silence, for a few moments, the kind of silence you only notice when everything felt so loud before it. Teddy
: I don't talk to any of the roster I was a part of. My name doesn't get mentioned in promos. The fans - the fans that used to jeer my name, who serenaded me after I was forced out of that company - they don't think about me. I gave up everything I ever had and I don't…
He takes a shallow breath, emotional, seeming to hold back tears as he rubs his temples. A man
offers him a tissue box but he waves it aside. For as much pride as he has managed to put aside, he can't allow himself to cry in front of the only people he's ever been genuine to. Teddy
: I got an offer, recently. You guys know about it.
Teddy half-heartedly gestures at the camera and a couple of them glance back at it. Chaz, on the edge of frame, flexes a little bit when reminded a camera is watching him. Teddy
: I got an offer to come back to WiR. They're coming back, apparently, again. They've offered me a couple times, over the years, and I almost took it. I even said I would, once, before. Back when I still had the bookstore. And then I started training and I became what I was, again, and I gave up the bookstore, and I was so fucked up I couldn't even make it to the show, because I realized, in that ring…
He pauses and they're all listening. He hates that, because he knows why they're listening and why he's talking. Because the fire, suddenly, is there. It's there in his eyes. It's there in his voice. It's there in the way he sits in that chair, the knotting his hands do as he talks, but most of all it's there in the crowd, listening with rapt attention. Teddy
: There's the Teddy Coronado with the money, with the television show, with the betrayal and the burials, even the Teddy who dressed up like a dentist and said he hated bullies. They say I've been a lot of people, had a lot of gimmicks, but the trick is they're all the same one. They're all somebody who needs to have the whole world know that they're the best. But they're all masks. Facades. And when I got into that ring, lit by halogen lights, no one in the audience, no one facing me in that ring, no one there but me, I realized the truth.
The fire in his voice has burned away and, now, he speaks in ashes: harsh, more serious than he's ever been, and more painful. He is being true. Teddy
: I don't know what's beneath those masks. I don't. A part of me is terrified that there isn't anything there. That the shit I've done, to other people, to the industry as a whole, that's who I am. I've tried to find out who it is, out here. I tried to open a bookstore, I tried to become a trainer, I tried to get as far away from that ring as possible.
He stops, again. The crowd is fully drawn in, now, and a furrowed brow of concern on Spence's face breaks through the mask of supportiveness. Teddy
: But, when I got that email, that offer… I think I realized that there's only one way for me to figure that out- Spence
Teddy turns his eyes to Spence, but there's a weariness to his eyes. He's already made up his mind. He made it up before he even entered this room, before he even entered the cameras in, before Spence even says the thing he knows he's about to say. Spence
: Teddy, I know what you're about to say. And I want to tell you in front of the group, because I know you don't want there to be secrets here. I've been lured that way. We all have, but you have to know that there is a risk to what you're about to say. Some people can recover, can re-enter that ring, Teddy, but some people can't.
There is a warmth in Spence's eyes that make you realize that this is not the same man that was a Golden State Star. Not anymore. But he knows that he can't change his mind. Spence
: This is in your hands, Teddy. It always is.
Teddy sits there, genuinely considering the words and then he smiles. Knows how absurd what he's about to say is. And then he speaks, just as resolute as before. No. More so. Teddy
: I know. But I hear it in me. I hear the roar of the crowd, with me or against me. I hear my opponent's music hit. I hear the bending of the mat, the straining of the ropes, the fight. I know that who I was in there was a monster. But I know that, if there's something of me left, beneath all of this, it's in there.
He stands up. Teddy
: This is what I'm choosing to do, Spence. I'm sorry.
Teddy walks out of the circle, across the hardwood floor, and steps out the door. The camera doesn't follow. Javier (O.S.):
Ladies and gentlemen, the Independent Champion, Diiiiiiiiick Dover!
We cut back to Knott's Berry Farm, where the crowd reacts in a mixed fashion to the announcement of Dick Dover. Prisoner of Society hits, and Dick Dover walks through the curtain with the Independent Championship over his shoulder. Mann:
The Independent Champion enters the building, he says he has an announcement to make. Woodbridge:
That’s right, Shay. We don’t know what it’s going to be, but when Dover walked into the venue this afternoon, he insisted on addressing the crowd.
Dover grabs a mic from Maurice Chondon ringside, then walks up the stairs, wipes his feet on the apron, and enters the ring. He then turns to face the crowd. Dover:
I know you all have a lot of thoughts about me, but let’s get one thing clear right now. There’s been a lot of time gone by since you last saw me. But don’t get me wrong, one thing wouldn’t have changed no matter how long we’ve been apart. I am still your
Independent Champion. Crowd: mix of boos and applause Dover:
But there have been changes. Changes in the world and changes with myself, and it’s time for me to share with you all some changes I’ve made. When WiR went on hiatus i-
Nitroglycerin hits as Joey McCarty storms out from behind the curtain holding a mic. Crowd:
No no no no no no fuck this shit. I know what this is. I’m not stupid.
McCarty stomps down to the ring. McCarty:
Dick, you’ve talked all this talk about being a fighting champion, but I know a retirement announcement when I see one.
McCarty slides into the ring and pops up to his feet, pacing around Dover. McCarty:
and you must be out of your mind to think you can walk out of here title held high, to a cheering crowd, and go out as champion. You’re out of your goddamn mind.
Dover walks towards McCarty. Dover:
You don’t even- McCarty:
Save it, honestly. I came into this business as an outsider, and I was given the crash course. I don’t know where you learned this, it might have been in dogwater Florida, but it certainly wasn’t in Toronto. Dover:
Joey, you’ll shut the hell up if you know what’s good for you. McCarty:
What I was taught is that you always go out on your back. If you won’t do that, then I’ll do that for you.
Dover goes to talk, but McCarty slaps him. McCarty:
So what you’re going to do right now, is lie down, stare at the lights, and you can end your career the way you’re supposed to, and watch me coronate myself as a triple crown champion. Dover:
Interesting point Joey, counterpoint:
Dover hits McCarty with a spinning back elbow, sending him to the mat! Dover:
You don’t tell me what to fucking do. So here’s what we’re actually going to do, I’m going to show these people I am
a fighting champion, we’re going to get a ref out here, and I’m going to whoop your ass Crowd:
HOLD ON A SECOND, DOVER. YOU DON’T GET TO PROMISE PEOPLE MATCHES, I MAKE THE MATCHES but that is a good idea so lets get a ref out here BECAUSE I SAID SO. Crowd (a little more confused):
Jeff Boone sprints out from backstage at full speed and dives headfirst under the rope into the ring. Boone:
The bell rings, leaving both men a little stunned at how quickly this match has started. Joey moves into action first, lurching for Dover, arms outstretched in a clear indication that Joey wants to initiate a classic “Test of Strength.” Dick Dover knocks away the hands and shoots for a double-leg takedown, sending Joey sprawling to the mat. Mann:
Wow, an incredibly technical start for Dover. Sometimes I think we forget home in depth his wrestling knowhow is.
Dick Dover is slowly overpowering Joey from underneath, when a glint shines in the Canadian’s eyes. A brutal knee to the face erupts from McCarty, slamming into Dover’s nose. Dover steps back, covering his damaged face. Blood begins to drip onto the mat. Woodbridge:
Wow, Dover is absolutely busted up! Paisner:
That’s the opportunistic streak of McCarty showing. Give him an inch, he’ll take a mile and sell you back the inch for triple it’s market value.
Dover shakes his head, trying to clear up the fog inflicted from Joey’s move. Before he gets a chance to recover, Joey is behind him, snaking his arms up to lock Dover in a full nelson. Dover is in a precarious position, but he digs his fingers into Joey’s eyes, cause the hold to release. Woodbridge:
A savvy veteran move, but is it legal? Mann:
Absolutely not. It seems like this ref is going to let them play on, for some reason. Very hands off. Woodbridge:
When you’ve got two fighters who will do whatever it takes to win, sometimes it’s best to just let them go at it. Anything less than that could give the other an unfair advantage.
Dover throws a couple quick strikes to McCarty’s midsection. Joey winces and bends over, giving Dick the opportunity to hit him with a Leg Drop Bulldog that pounds Joey into the mat! Crowd: WOOOOAH!
Dover capitalizes on McCarty’s grounded position, dropping some falling elbows into the fallen man. But the third elbow doesn’t land cleanly, given Joey the opportunity to flip over and nail another knee into Dover, this time right on the side of his head. Mann:
Hard to imagine these headshots won’t have an effect on Dover if this match goes long.
A quick leap to his feet, and Joey finally has the position he wanted in the beginning, locking up Dover in a contested full collar tie. He gains the upper hand, and begins controlling Dover towards the corner. A grasp of Dover’s wounded head, and then suddenly McCarty is rubbing Dover’s face all over the ringpost! Crowd: OOOF
But Dover isn’t one to take something like this without fighting back. A wild leg flail nails McCarty right in the gonads, sending him backwards in pain. The ref looks to step in, but then decides not to as Dover runs towards his and lands an uppercut into lariat combo that sends Joey back down to the ground. Dover attempts a cover!
Joey kicks out with relative ease, prompting Dover to consider more violence towards the grounded wrestler. Mann:
What could this devilish man be considering next?
Dover sits on McCarty. Woodbridge:
A quick pivot from Dover, and suddenly Joey is up in the air, face in anguish from the inverted surfboard stretch. Woodbridge:
A painful chair!
Suddenly, a voice rings out from the crowd. Random Fan: DOVER IS STILL LAME!
Dover, mildly irritated by the fan, releases the hold on Joey, sending the stretched out man to the mat. He gets up and aggressively points to the crowd in the direction of the mysterious fan. Dover:
Hey Asshole! You wanna see lame? I’ll show you lame!
Dover grabs Joey’s hair and becomes slamming punches into the downed man’s face. Crowd: LAME DOVER LAME DOVER LAME DOVER
A frustrated Dover now releases the hold and turns his back on Joey, heading over to the ringpost. He begins to remove the cover. At this point, blood has completely covered his chest. Joey stirs and stands, sneaking up to behind Dover. A quick snatch and Joey has surprise rolled up Dover for a pin! 1! 2! No!
Dover kicks out and gets back to his feet, but Joey is quicker and grabs Dover’s arm for an irish whip, sending him into the exposed ring post!* The hard metal digs into the small of Dover’s back and he reels in pain, back into Joey who snags his wrist, twisting it into a hold. Dover is up in the air and slammed back onto his neck as Joey lands a modified Fisherman Driver on the champion! Crowd:
It’s Joey’s turn to batter the grounded Dover, repeatedly sending soccer kicks into his skull. The dull sound of bone against flesh carries through the arena in a way that makes most attendees uncomfortable. Joey lifts Dover to his feet, intending to whip him into the exposed ring post again, but Dover has seen this before. He counters with a reversal, sending McCarty into the ropes, McCarty rebounds and Dover SLAMS him into the mat with a teeth-rattling spinebuster! Crowd:
I’m not sure if Dover’s winning the crowd over or if they just enjoy seeing Joey get hurt, either way, Dover is red-hot!
Dover grabs McCarty, and goes into the set up for his Doverleaf! But before he can, a small figure pops up onto the apron. Woodbridge:
WOAH, WHAT IS SHE DOING HERE?!
Gigi appears holding a spray bottle and she sprays a fine clear mist right into Dover’s eyes and cackles maniacally! Mann:
What’s this?! It's Gigi! And she’s just assaulted Dover with some sort of liquid!
Dover drops McCarty and grabs at his eyes. Kaitlyn Casey Jones appears from the crowd, holding a sign that says “GAMER GIRL BATHWATER $279.69”, she hops the barricade and grabs a mic, laughing with Gigi. Jones pulls a card out of her pocket and starts reading it. KCJ:
Hey faaaans, if you’re looking to order some of the water that our favorite e-girl actually bathes in, it’s up on the website right now! Guaranteed to have touched Gigi’s skin, go to www.gigigamergirlgush.pizza
for more details. Fuck you, Dick!” Gigi:
I wrote that last part.
McCarty clambers to his feet, confused. He notices Dover staggering, and launches himself into the air, connecting with a superman punch to the back of Dover’s skull. Crowd:
BERTUZZI! DOVER’S OUT COLD Woodbridge:
I can’t believe this, Dover’s had the title stolen from him!
McCarty scrambles to cover Dover. 1 2 3-NO Crowd:
WOAAAAAH YAYYY Mann:
Dover kicked out! Woodbridge:
McCarty stumbles to the corner in disbelief, and collapses into a seated position onto the bottom turnbuckle, the crowd swells, and McCarty’s confounded expression turns to disbelief and then to anger, he pops to his feet and stomps towards Dover. Woodbridge:
What do either of these men have left in the bag?!
McCarty lifts Dover to his feet, cussing him out as he does. McCarty attempts his Bus Driver Uppercut, but Dover springs to life and catches him, and PLANTS him with a kneeling jawbreaker! Mann:
Cliffs of Dover! Woodbridge:
From the last of his energy! Mann:
Cover! 1 2 3 DING DING DING Crowd:
Dover is still Independent Champion!
Before Javier can make the announcement, Gigi and KCJ hit the ring and attack Dover, as McCarty rolls out of the ring, jumping him and punching and kicking Dover while he’s down. Crowd:
What the hell is this?! Mann:
Gigi still thinks she’s owed a shot at the Independent Championship, she must have made some sort of deal with McCarty to get her match! Woodbridge:
And now that her plan is up in smoke, she’s taking it out on Dover!
Gigi and KCJ continue their assault, KCJ picks up the mic and is about to speak, but before she can, Adam Raised A Cain plays. Crowd:
Someone else with unfinished business, Mark Dutch!
Mark Dutch runs out, Joey McCarty is standing on the ramp, and Dutch shoulder checks him out of the way! Dutch then slides into the ring, and pulls KCJ off of Dover and out of the ring! Gigi scrambles out of the ring away from Dutch. Mann:
Last time we saw these two, they were at eachothers throats, but now Dutch comes to save Dover? What’s going on? Woodbridge:
Looks like there's still lots of unfinished business around these parts. Mann:
That’s enough of this. Mann grabs a stick mic and attempts to stand on the commentary table, but it wobbles so he instead stands on his chair Mann:
When I brought this company back, it wasn’t for what it was, but what it can become, so I can’t have you three stinking up the joint with old beef, so let’s settle this at the next show. You three for the Independent Title. a brief pause to let that sink in Crowd:
Mann sits back down with a grin on his face. Mann:
I like this “making matches live” thing Woodbridge:
Could stand to work on your crowd work though. Mann:
More WiR action, after this!
Dover, Dutch and Gigi staring eachother down as we fade out to commercial.
I don't recall when it started but i've had difficulty breathing at night where my nostrils would feel stuffy and it would become extremely difficult to breathe while laying down. Last Thursday I came home from my dorm andwent out to a Hibachi place for my uncle's birthday and notified the staff of my shellfish allergy so my food was cooked first and separately. The next morning i had difficulty breathing, tightness in my chest, and assumed it was being around the shellfish others were having despite the reaction being over 6 hours later. Took allergy meds, loratadine, which helped for a little while but it quickly came back just as bad as before. (I was home from the dorms from Thursday afternoon to Monday night. Stayed at my uncle's house Thursday night. Went back to the dorms Tuesday for class but came back Wednesday morning.)
I saw my primary care doctor Saturday and they didn't see anything wrong and gave me an albuterol sulfate inhaler, 90mcg, to be taken/used twice every 4 to 6 hours as needed. The inhaler mostly did nothing or made the issue worse for several hours until i got a small period of somewhat normal breathing, no more than an hour. Issue persisted so i went to the ER yesterday where they took an EKG reading (i think that's how you say it), got my blood work, pulse and blood oximeter thing, and a chest xray all came back with no problems and was told to ask my doctor about seeing a lung specialist (Before going to the ER my mom wanted me to take the campus bus to the campus closer to home so she wouldn't have to drive as far but the fumes made it increasingly difficult to breathe).
Went to my primary care doctor again today for an annual visit and again he found nothing wrong besides some inflammation in my nostrils. My mom did tell the doctor that one of my roomate's has a "big dog" and that it could have set off my allergies but we already know that allergy medication did nothing and that it started when I wasn't even at the dorms and the issue was never this bad at the dorms. My doctor did, however, start agreeing with her and said there are several factors in the dorm besides the dog that could have set off allergic reactions that would cause difficulty breathing. At this point I already told him about the nasal congestion only at night and chest tightness at all times. He said the issue was nasal and that allergy medication and nasal spray would help and the chest uncomfort was from muscle pain. I can flex my pectoral muscles and don't feel pain from it so i don't think that's the case. I tried telling him that the difficulty breathing comes from what i can best describe as behind my sternum and does not go away when breathing orally so I strongly doubt nasal congestion is the issue but he insisted it was something to do with muscle pain/fatigue. I took the med he prescribed about 2-3 hours ago (cetirizine 10mg tablet once daily) and it's not helping with the difficulty breathing. I'm trying to get my mom to schedule an appointment with a lung specialist but she's saying to wait a few days while on the new meds to see if the issue persists but I don't feel comfortable doing so since it's already been almost a week since i've been able to breathe comfortably.
Summary of issue: Difficulty breathing from perceived chest tightness, sometimes feeling like my chest is concave towards a point behind the sternum, that does not go away or gets worse with albuterol sulfate inhaler for several hours upon use, and seems to be unaffected by cetirizine. Sometimes it gets bad enough to where I have to make a conscious effort to breathe and can't sleep because it's too difficult to breathe without thinking about doing it. Does not feel better when breathing orally. Extra difficulty breathing at night from nostril inflammation that gets worse with laying down. Does feel better when breathing orally but separate from chest tightness. ER and primary care doctors did not find any issue with heart or lungs, recommended to see lung specialist by ER but haven't gone yet.
18M, 71-72 inches tall, 185lbs, BMI 79%
Hi!!! Looking for recommendations for which SEPTA stations (trolley), or subway entrances or bus stops get really great lighting at golden hour. My partner and I are visiting for our anniversary and I'm scheduling a transit-based photo shoot. Hoping to find a picturesque stop☺️
I was driving a Nissan versa Note 2019, the other driver turned directly in front of me at a double green turning left, striking head on on the passenger side. My head bounced off the airbag, i went to the er, got a CT scan few days later. I was clear but still have bad brain fog because I already had brain fog from sibo/sifo. I saw a concussion doctor and they raised my amitriptyline, I got an increase on my pain meds from my pain doctor, i am trying to get to PT but nearly becoming homeless and recovering from concussion has made that difficult. I see the concussion docs in a few weeks again, but im going to schedule with a neurologist.
Anyway, the other driver was doing doordash and was negligent by looking at their phone and not checking for oncoming traffic. A police officer witnessed the accident at the intersection. The other driver admitted in text message that he did not look for oncoming traffic, which I believe is proof of negligence without subpoenaing his phone records.
My question is, once I attend PT for several weeks, continue to see concussion doctors for ongoing brain fog(I had another wreck and concisson that was a little worse this time last year too, super fun lol, but that one was my fault I hit anyone I ran into a bus LOL) how much do you think I should try to get out of them. Do you think I need a lawyer or would that reduce how much I get?
This situation nearly made me homeless, and forced me to move out of my home due to lost wages, idk if that factors into pain and suffering. I got raises on my ADHD meds and antidepressant because of the worsening of issues I already had. I'm worried because of the craziness I wasnt able to get to PT very quickly, but I'm going to argue recovering from the concussion and lack of transportation plus nearly losing my home made it very difficult. I'm still going to go though, i went once but they weren't adequate, I have scar tissue from a back surgery two years ago and chronic back pain and it made it worse like I said I got a raise on pain meds. I need instrument assisted soft tissue manipulation (IASTM) to break up it up and get the spasms to stop and the muscle work correctly.
Sorry for the book, but I think i have a good case here, him being a dordash driver(considered commercial driver so higher standard of care here) plus obvious proof of nrgkigence. Do you think I can get over 10k? Do I need a lawyer, or could I threaten them with a lawsuit myself showing the how their driver admitted to negligence over text in his description in the accident. Thank you for any insight. I've never been in a situation like this but I know my sister and mom got over 20k on their whiplash settlement. There is also new concussion research showing 50 percent still have symptoms 6 months later, and some never completely recover. This has messed up my life beyond recognition, but if I get a good settlement and lost wages I can turn it around.
Accident was on April 20th, I've only been able to get to PT once because of the craziness and how out of it i have been with brain fog. I hope I make a full recovery but I have gut issues which I believe is slowing the healing process. But like i said, I have a lot of evidence of pain and suffering from getting increases on almost all my meds. Thanks for any insight and sorry for the wall of text lol
Today on pride day I got fired for being a part of the LGBTQ community & Im so humiliated I don't know what or how to go about finding work.
Im a openly gay female. When I 1st applied to this job I only met staff workers as the owners wife hired me via text (1st red flag!) I also told her my mom has cancer and from time to time I would need to be off. Ive been there 3 months, no right ups, never late or called in. Here's the problem, I'm openly gay and staff let me know she dislikes lgbtq+. Well of course that had me worried but I live in a area without bus access so I walk a hour to work. Well after my day off for the holiday (Memorial Day) she didn't tell what time to work. As I said before, I hadn't been in trouble so I walked to work. I got there and I wasn't on the schedule, I text her & she said she didn't need me anymore. I'm literally in tears, this is the only job I could find near by. My mom is sick and on limited income. I need work as soon as possible to pay for her medications. I dont even have enough karma to use certain reddit groups. Can someone give me advice om what I can do next? Im beyond humiliated and Im a damn hard worker, all because Im gay I got fired. I have no car or bus access so that makes it worse. I just had a hysterectomy I so lifting heavy stuff hurts a little. I was so close to being able to get transportation now this bulls**** Can someone help me, please! I'm autistic so panicking is something I can't help right now. Please go easy you all, I'm trying.
Im a openly gay female. When I 1st applied to this job I only met staff workers as the owners wife hired me via text (1st red flag!) I also told her my mom has cancer and from time to time I would need to be off. Ive been there 3 months, no right ups, never late or called in. Here's the problem, I'm openly gay and staff let me know she dislikes lgbtq+. Well of course that had me worried but I live in a area without bus access so I walk a hour to work. Well after my day off for the holiday (Memorial Day) she didn't tell what time to work. As I said before, I hadn't been in trouble so I walked to work. I got there and I wasn't on the schedule, I text her & she said she didn't need me anymore. I'm literally in tears, this is the only job I could find near by. My mom is sick and on limited income. I need work as soon as possible to pay for her medications. I dont even have enough karma to use certain reddit groups. Can someone give me advice om what I can do next? Im beyond humiliated and Im a damn hard worker, all because Im gay I got fired. I have no car or bus access so that makes it worse. I was so close to being able to get transportation now this bulls****