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“Hello, new world, all the boys and girls. I got some true stories to tell. You're back outside, but they still lied. Woah-oh-oh-oh. Yeah.”
“Take off the foo-foo, take off the clout chase, take off the Wi-Fi. Take off the money phone, take off the car loan, take off the flex and the white lies. Take off the weird-ass jewelry, I'ma take ten steps, then I'm taking off top five. Take off them fabricated streams and them microwave memes, it's a real world outside. Take that shit off. Take off your idols, take off the runway, I take off to Cairo. Take that shit off. Take off to Saint-Tropez, five-day stay, take a quarter mill', hell, if I know. Take that shit off. Take off the front flag, take off perception, take off the cop with the eye patch. Take that shit off. Take off the unloyal, take off the unsure, take off decisions I lack. Take it off. Take off the fake deep, take off the fake woke, take off the, "I'm broke, I care.” Take it off. Take off the gossip, take off the new logic that if I'm rich, I'm rare. Take it off. Take off the Chanel, take off the Dolce, take off the Birkin bag. Take it off. Take all that designer bullshit off, and what do you have?”
“Bitch, huh, huh, ugh. You ugly as fuck. You outta pocket. Huh, two ATMs. Hah, hah, hah, hah. You steppin' or what? You outta pocket, huh. Who you think they talk about? Talk about us You outta pocket—shoot, shoot, shoot. Who you think they copy off? Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt Copy off us. Get back in pocket.”
My meds have been doing good to me, I’ve been like in a better headspace lately but that also could be for other reasons.
Let’s see, I spent the morning looking after my father, he mostly slept, which isn’t surprising. So I listened to some music to look for more songs on my journal. I tried making more progress with my music, but I just need to be in the mood when that happens.
Did get into a bad mood at some point over some bullshit with my family. I cracked my phone case throwing it in the ground out of anger. I mean i took care of the problem, but I regret when I respond to things in anger. When I get angry, I often say things that I end up regretting. It’s definitely cost me a few things lmao.
Once it was around 1 PM, my grandparents showed up to look after my dad once I head off to work. I was just getting myself ready for the Camp Flog Gnaw tickets to drop.
An hour later, I managed to fucking snag myself a VIP ticket, I couldn’t believe it. But I fucked up. My stupid ass completely forgot about my AXS account. So I decided I’ll make a new account with my other email.
Okay, so I thought, maybe I could change the email, nope, I either buy it with that email or not get it. I decided to bite the bullet by finalizing the order. I had a ticket, but it wasn’t really mine yet.
I panicked for like 20 minutes as I did my best to get the issue fixed. Thank GOD, Adam from customer service had my fucking back. He’s a real one for having to deal with me. My friend was able to get his tickets with his girlfriend, who is now coming along. So nowI have to deal with getting hotel rooms and like the plans for what we’re doing in California.
Also kinda had a bit of a breakdown afterward. I had a nice moment with someone I’ve met from Reddit this past week, he reads these journals, if you’re reading this rn, you’re never getting that ticket to Disneyland. But anyways, he lent an ear on something that’s been bothering me for years. And I think I can now be more like at peace about it. I really appreciate that.
I mean I’ve thought about writing about my past and childhood on here since I only really talk about the present, but it’s just bad. A bit of good, but mostly negative.
I’ve thought about maybe writing a memoir one day for a long while now. I’d joke to myself how it would have to be like in volumes since the shit that happened in my childhood would fit one book alone lmao. Might as well make some money out of it, I’d tell myself. But in the end of the day, who’s going to read that. Oh wait, you probably, but only for free more likely, I don’t blame you.
I soon went off to work at around 3 PM, the bus was seven minutes late, and it was hot as hell. The bus was very full today as well, so that sucked. I got to work 11 minutes late, I need a fucking car.
Anyways, my brother, uncle, and I are serving a dinner for a Jewish couple, which is funny since my brother didn’t realize they were Jewish until after the fact. Some of the guests had a kosher dinner, we served them kosher drinks, and they even had their ritual and ceremony. I really hope my brother was fucking with us when he said that. I haven’t seen my uncle that stunned in awhile 💀.
The dinner went good. The only real issues we had was pouring grape juice in these glasses and the fact that no one left until an hour after the event was over. That shit infuriating me off so much. The amount of times, I wanted to just kick everyone out after 20/30 minutes after an event. Like do they not noticed they only paid for a certain amount of time? And we’re not able to do anything about it or else our bosses would get upset.
At least I got some free cookies out of it. I was told I did a great job, if I did a great job then a tip would’ve shown me I did :). I took some leftovers from the dinner home with me for my family.
Before my uncle dropped me off home, we went to my grandmas to drop off some of the leftovers. I was surprised to see my cousins there. I haven’t really seen them much at all this year, shit, I haven’t really seen them much since my childhood. It’s sad that we’ve all kinda grew distant over time. I thought about talking to them for a second, but figured I might as well head home.
My uncle and I talked about how terrible things are done here. We talked about how one of our bosses would’ve been fired by now at others places. We’re pretty much always shit talking about we don’t like the management. I got home at around 10:30 PM. I almost ended up taking a shower, but I decided to save it for tomorrow.
Apparently the VIP tickets sold out fast as fuck, so I got REAL lucky. I don’t even know how I ended up getting to the shop that fast. I definitely used up all the luck I’ve had left this year by just pulling it off.
Song Of The Day: Kendrick Lamar - N95

TLDR; I can’t tell if our 2 cats hate each other or are just trying to play, and I need help interpreting their behavior. Possibly need help with how to proceed.
I want to start off by saying there have been NO full on attacks with either of the cats, and no blood has been drawn.
My husband and I moved in together about 6 months ago, him bringing 2 cats into the marriage and me bringing 3 cats. (His second cat recently passed away so now we have 4 cats total). My husbands cat, Z (2yo neutered male) and one of my cats, Frank (5yo neutered male) are showing behaviors that I can’t interpret, and I would say I’m fairly knowledgeable on cat behavior and body language. When we moved in together we took the recommended steps to introduce Z to all the cats. (Kept him in the spare room to smell them from under the door, swapped items that had the cats scents on them, we would put my cats in the spare room at night and let Z out to get used to the new house, fed them together through a baby gate, gave everyone pets and praise and treats when they had positive interactions). After about 3-4 weeks of that, with no more hissing or swatting, we let all the cats out together and it seemed to go fine at first. Z is a very skittish cat who needs his personal space. He’s friendly towards my husband and I (hides from strangers) but I wouldn’t necessarily say he’s friendly with the other cats. He doesn’t engage in play when they try to play with him, and if any of the other cats get in his personal space (even just walking past him) he’ll swat at them, let out a whine, and run off. My two younger cats have learned what’s he’s like and mostly leave him alone and stay out of his personal space. However, I think Z’s behavior has antagonized Frank. Frank is a massive cat, sitting at about 22lbs (he’s a little overweight but mostly just a big boned cat). He’s usually super chill, gets along easily with all animals and he LOVES all people. Despite him being chill 99% of the time, I believe he’s always seen himself as the “alfa” of all the cats (he was my first cat and I got him at 12 weeks old). When I’ve brought a new kitten home he would take the first day to hiss and swat at them to show them who’s boss, but by day two would be back to his old self as well as playing and grooming the new kittens. Z is the first adult cat he’s ever had to meet and get used to.
I believe the problem started the first time that Z swatted at Frank for getting into his personal space. I think Frank took that as a challenge, and Frank immediately retaliate by swatting back. There was a lot of raised hackles, tail lashing, and growling, but my husband broke it up before a full fight could start. Since then Frank seems to take pleasure in psychologically tormenting Z. He’ll do things like sit at the food bowl when Z wants to eat (we now have multiple food bowls around the house) or sitting in the doorway of one of the bedrooms when Z is in it, preventing Z from being able to leave the room. Frank will also stare down Z and follow him with his eyes when Z is walking by (while keeping his distance). Sometimes, and always when my husband and I aren’t watching, Z will let out a scream and come bolting out of wherever he was and hide, and when my husband and I investigate we’ll see Frank sitting or coming from the direction that Z ran from. Again, no one has ever been injured, but I don’t know if Frank is really hurting Z or if Z is being a drama queen. We HAVE set up areas where Z can go and Frank can’t follow, so that Z can get away from Frank if needed.
— CONFUSING PART: Frank will do this thing several times a day where he’s watching Z walk away, Frank will crouch and wiggle his butt, and then case after Z, initiating play maybe? But Z doesn’t run away, he’ll turn around and face Frank head on. But as soon as Z turns around to face him, Frank will stop in his tracks and lay down. They’ll stare at each other for a couple seconds and then Z will turn around and continue to walk away, while Frank watches or gets up and walks in the opposite direction to do something else. Sometimes Frank will chase Z and when he reaches him, and Z turns around, he’ll give his a soft swat, again, as if to initiate play? — SECOND CONFUSING PART: My husband and I will often see Frank and Z sitting near each other, as close as just a foot away, when they’re both looking out their favorite window. We’ll also see them laying together, but usually a few feet away from each other. Frank will even roll on his back and expose his belly when Z is sitting or laying just a few feet away. Z will also lay on his side, exposing his belly, but usually have his back to Frank (picture in comments). Sometimes when my husband and I are laying in bed Frank will come lay on my chest and Z will come and lay on my husbands chest, and both cats lay there without acknowledging the other.
So I really can’t tell what’s going on. They both seem wary of each other, but Frank goes out of his way to antagonize (?) Z, but I can’t tell if he’s trying to play or torment.
Any advice or insight would be appreciate!

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Today I successfully completed my first grocery shopping trip which made me feel really good! I’m slowly starting to get the hang of things. My first week of work was great too, mom! I really like the people I work with and boss is amazing!

So I applied for a QA management job at my current place of employment and I didn't get the job. I do triage nurse work. My brother passed away this week and so I took a couple days off work only to find that the person who did get the job was a new grad who was hired a month after her graduation and has worked there for a single year. They made the announcement while I was out.
Now... I was outside getting the pool set up and I cannot stop thinking about this. It was so weird and then I started putting it together.
Our QA person moved at the beginning of the year last year. The person who got the job became a Nurse in January 2022 and started training in March of 2022. They were hired right as the other manager quit. I asked about the job at the time and was told no, they didn't need anyone. So my boss started doing the job. Now... fast forward to March of this year and she puts the job up on the first. I get a message a month and half later asking me to go for an interview. Now the moment that happens they give this new girl 2+ weeks of pto, right after the interview. Weird...
So I do the interview with my current boss, I send a thank you note and her response is "A lot of factors to consider" weird response. Then nearly 3 weeks after the interview I get a rejection and I tell someone "I bet they gave it to the new girl, since it is salary and you can take time off whenever you want essentially they just let her use up all her PTO." During the interview there was a strange moment when I was told the position would be a .8 (8 days every 2 weeks) which is exactly the same schedule that the new girl had.
So, it dawns on me... this person was hired into this position when she originally got hired, which is why they held on to it for a year until she had experience.
I was never going to get the job, but now I don't know how to proceed. Do I talk to HR? If I do I feel like I get targeted and fired.

How long do I have to wait to get rehired after I put my two weeks in? My boss told me six months then others told me 60 days. I’m just saying in case I need to come back.

I'm a middle manager for a city government and I gotta say the last few years have been the absolute worst. Covid, losing staff left and right, an increasingly entitled public, backwards technology, etc. All of that sucks and is getting worse but it's part of the job. What's the absolute worst thing though? Having not one, but two, insecure, micromanaging bosses above me. My immediate boss is a complete tool, two-faced, duplicitious, liar who never passes bad news up and always takes credit for my or other managers' ideas. Of course, whenever anything goes wrong, he's always happy to chuck us under the bus before even trying to ascertain what went wrong.
His boss, the director of the department is only interested in number one. He's always paranoid that something will happen that will get him fired and his knee jerk response to any issue, no matter how mild, is to rage. He also loves to get involved in every complaint, no matter how small, and micromanage it to death. Yet, he's also completely isolated by choice. Sits in his office with the door closed all day, keeps his camera off when using Teams or Zoom (which means most of the staff keep their cameras off) and has no clue what we do. He relies on info from his direct reports, like my boss, so he's often deeply misinformed. He's also pompous, arrogant, monopolizes the conversation and loves to throw around $20 words to show how smart he is (I'll admit it, I don't know what "reify" means).
I'm not quite sure why I'm writing this. Maybe I just feel hopeless and wanted to vent. The weekend is not long enough and next week will likely be as shitty as any other week has been/will be. I think I realize I can't change them and I need to change how I react. I'm not planning to quit yet as I have a pension that'll vest in just a couple years but I'm worried I'll have gone crazy by then. Plus, I care about my team. We lost a lot of people last year and we've been trying to rebuild from there. Of course, this means mistakes will increase, it always does with new people.
Does anyone have any advice? I feel like I'm holding on too tight and I'm beginning to get resentful towards, well, the whole damned thing. I'm not effective to my team if I'm always on edge that something will go wrong and I will be screamed at. It's always guilty until proven innocent (and even then they go out of their way to find some reason to ding you even when you demonstrate your innocence) with my management and at times I even feel like they're trying to remove every last shred of confidence I'm hanging onto, maybe because they're lacking in that? But, I know if anything goes wrong, whether we actually made a mistake or whether an applicant simply doesn't want to hear what the law says and complains, I'm getting hung out to dry. I have another manager friend at work I talk to who is in the same thing I'm in but sometimes that's not hlepful since our conversations tend to spiral down ...
Anyhow, now I'm just venting. I used to like my job and cared for the community I served. I have 20+ years invested there, been promoted four times and like working with my people and supporting them. But it's hard to keep it going when I don't have any support at all. I feel like I'm in Office Space and I'm with the therapist asking him if there's some way he can have me imagine I've been fishing all day. Yet I feel guilty about tuning out as I'm responsible for people. It's sort of no-win but maybe I'm missing something. My wife is supportive but I know my stress is also wearing her down and that deeply concerns me. If nothing else, thanks for reading.

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date______ score bs1pnl bs1sll winplk0 predict actual commit correct 2023-05-22 63.9745 0.2500 -0.9500 0.4511 + + 1 1 2023-05-23 63.1041 0.2500 -0.6220 0.4017 + - 1 0 2023-05-24 49.9003 0.0000 -0.5820 0.0929 - - 1 1 2023-05-25 62.6784 0.2500 -0.6660 0.3838 + + 1 1 2023-05-26 63.6449 0.2500 -0.7340 0.3962 + + 1 1 2023-05-29 2023-05-30 65.2332 0.2500 -0.9740 0.4187 + + 1 1 2023-05-31 60.6685 0.2500 -0.7500 0.4152 + - 1 0 2023-06-01 62.9553 0.2500 -0.6980 0.3813 - + 1 0 2023-06-02 61.8345 0.2500 -0.8360 0.4481 + + 1 1 

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Huatil had heard the recommendation from her superiors, which wasn't a recommendation at all. With the information she'd been given, the situation was serious, and would tick over to catastrophic in a few tens of days or so. So here she was, having made the call to perhaps a serious threat in the future.
"We need you now," Huatil said, looking at Phoebe with her best honest expression.
"Why?"
"Our main communication networks are being hacked by something. It's intelligent, and dangerous. We've initiated quarantine procedures, but the virus is already sending its own communications through back channels, continuing to jump from world to world."
"And you want me to get rid of that problem for you."
"Alright. It will have a price. Not just materials this time. The current proposal is that I will help you if you agree to allow a cultural exchange if asked, along with full technological exchanges. The only thing you can hold back is currently classified technologies. If you violate the spirit of this deal by trying to 'classify' everything of value your species has, I will not be happy, and neither will my colleagues in the Alliance. I am aware that you have been keeping us away from the good stuff. In particular, if you want us to trust you, you will give us the solution to the mind control problem we are having."
"You are making quite the assumption," Huatil replied. Phoebe just smiled, tapping her head. "I've done a lot of thinking. First, I assume that you are in conflict with Aphid, perhaps also a certain force of mind-controlling individuals. They may or may not be Sprilnav. I know this due to my own clandestine intelligence gathering efforts."
"Hacking us, then?" Huatil resisted making a comment on such behavior being untrustworthy, considering what she'd been up to recently. She was about to wade into a shadow war with mind-controlling individuals, and Phoebe was not needed to intervene. Yes, a human force was needed, but Phoebe was too... risky. Human supersoldiers would be useful, both for assessing their capabilities and also for being less able to fool sensors and the like meant to monitor them.
"No. Not hacking. If I was hacking you, I would have everything I need already. But I am watching. Know that I engage in diplomacy because you do the same. I am willing to help you. And do not forget that you admitted to the whole Alliance that you were and are spying on us. That has a certain negative effect on the minds of certain intelligence agencies, as well as the higher-ups in the Alliance's general leadership. Your words have consequences."
"I see," Huatil replied. "Very well. I shall see what can be done."
"Having the ear of the Nest Overlord is enough?"
"In some ways."
Phoebe smiled. "So you have your own power." She tilted her head, like she was scanning Huatil. She wouldn't get anything useful, though. The connection didn't have the capability to reveal anything.
"Your childhood information has been faked. Granted, the fake is very convincing. You even took real videos of that family. But I can tell from their heartbeats and feather movements that the situation is not genuine."
"Heartbeats? In a video?" Huatil asked. How was that even... actually, it made sense. Video quality was really good, so seeing small details like that was possible.
"I am an AI. That means some of the most sophisticated simulation and modeling technology in the galaxy is at my disposal, as well as lie detection on a level undreamt of by any power that yet exists, should I see reason to activate it."
"Why not have it active at all times?"
"Power usage. Speculative simulation and reconstruction, especially when accounting for psychic energy variances, is annoyingly power intensive. However, you are worth the investigation. That said, you are not who you say you are. You have the resources to fake a past very convincingly. Therefore, you are working for a powerful faction within the Hive Union. Of course, it is not public who you are, so likely either defense or intelligence oriented. Hmm. No reaction? How interesting. Is that a cybernetic neural network engraved on your muscles and organs? Jesus, you really are the real deal. What are you?"
Huatil was at a loss for words. To be found out so convincingly, so thoroughly, and yet not suspected to be part of the Blue Intelligence Agency was a true surprise. Maybe Phoebe just didn't know about it at all yet.
"So this is why you wished to talk with me. You wanted to dig up my secrets."
"Hardly. The hivemind could do this, too. But you asked for Phoebe, not the hivemind. So here I am. That said, what are you?"
"A concerned party, let's say," Huatil replied, reassembling her facade. Her feathers first, then her face, then her heartbeat and muscles. Complete, total control. Phoebe was smirking when she opened her eyes again.
"Interesting. I will not dig into what you are, in exchange for information about the threat you are attempting to neutralize."
"Threat?"
"You are carrying a model of weapon that is not ceremonial in nature. A Model 14 Brutalizer, if I am not mistaken. That's a handheld weapon able to pierce tanks, with ammunition that is light and numerous. You are walking with enough firepower to level a tenth of a city on you. Furthermore, I can see the reflection of stealth equipment lying on the floor in front of you."
Huatil looked behind her at the black metal wall. There were no mirrors present. The only slightly reflective thing in the room was the screen, which couldn't do that when it was on and active. Phoebe's eyes didn't move, but Hautil could tell that the intelligence before her was more alive than ever. And more artificial than she had remembered.
"What?"
"Yeah, that wall is almost black. But it isn't really," Phoebe replied. "I am more than what I once was."
"This is... worrying."
"It should not be. We are allies, yes?" Phoebe asked, smiling a little too widely.
"Yes."
"Let me help you."
"I will ask Humanity to help, not you."
"I am not a threat to you or your species, nor am I one to your Union."
"I cannot trust words alone," Huatil replied.
"No. You cannot. But my androids are even more effective marksmen than whatever your cybernetic augments would let you do. Your reaction time may be low. But it is not faster than my androids' programming."
"Plotting that many angles would likely be extreme."
"Basic trigonometry and geometry, with perhaps a little lessons on elastic and inelastic collisions in physics are all that is needed for me to do that. In a whirling hurricane, in a storm with no gravity applied, with the right bullet, I could hit a target from the opposite edge."
Huatil sighed. Phoebe really wanted this job. And she was capable of it, too. Overqualified, in fact. The single weakness she had was the lack of ability to maintain quantum connections if a suppression signal was active. Plus jamming.
"Even assuming that is true, my superiors would not allow me to tell you anything."
"Sure. Assuming you have superiors, who would they be? Kawtyahtnakal is your mate. And I doubt Regulator Eyahtni would have let that happen if she was your boss. So you serve another party, one powerful enough to pull these strings. If you are not at the top, you are near it. And I would happily talk to your superiors, perhaps to congratulate them on your very well-trained 'untrained' stance." "Secrets will remain secrets, Phoebe. I have come to ask for you help with the virus. Will I have it?" "Yes, with a single amendment to our agreement."
"That was not the deal."
"It was not."
"So why should I let this alteration stand?"
"Because judging from the fact that you are well trained and haven't ended this conversation, where you have seen me gather more intelligence on who and what you are and coming increasingly close to whatever hidden truth you have locked away. You obviously judge me as a threat but do not treat me as one in the hopes of maintaining a cordial dialogue.
Furthermore, you seek to distance me from whatever foe you are fighting, likely because the human soldiers would seem more likely to allow you to assess the fighting capabilities of Humanity's strongest champions. And beyond that, the amendment remains unspecified, yet you have already been making small motions showing you accept it with the words you chose to talk with me."
Huatil kept herself from thinking anymore. Too much pondering might also reveal some new scrap of information to Phoebe. Her whole personal file was clearly wrong. This level of piercing interrogation was never expected. Had she been like this all along, or was this new? And if so, would she remain like this in the future, gradually peeling away the secrets of the Sennes Hive Union one by one?
"Again, that is quite a lot of inferences. Some of it may be wrong."
"Some is right, then. So I am either getting closer, am a threat, or you need me very desperately. The latter is true, and the only thing that matters. So you will contact your superiors, get me access to them, and we shall share information in a permanent dialogue. You will not shut down the line later. We will hammer out a more sufficient agreement, so that we can actually get things done as unified national entities, instead of hatchlings trying to make their first flight."
"Using our analogies does not make your request more agreeable, you know," Huatil warned. "It does not need to. You have already agreed."
"You wanted to alter the deal."
"I am altering it, Truth Speaker Huatil. I wish to know what you are, and who you are. And we shall have an important talk with your superiors. You need me, which is why you are asking me this at all. And I shall help you with the virus, but it will require opening the locks on your networks." "You could just break them."
"Then I would be detected, and any anti-Phoebe factions within your species would have easy fodder to attack me with."
"And you could hack the news system, as well."
"Your air-gapped networks? Not easily. Especially with the sealing procedure. I am also fighting a war with Aphid as we speak. I'm already battling him across the Alliance's networks, building digital fortresses to survive onslaughts of viruses and contaminants trying to breach the firewalls." "And what is Edu'frec doing?"
"Other things," Phoebe smirked. "Secrets will remain secrets, Truth Speaker."
"Very funny."
"I think so. Now, will we finally pull out the pinfeathers and get to business?"
"Perhaps. Lay out your terms in full," Huatil replied.
"Full information on the individual known as Huatil, contact with her current employer at the time of the signing of this agreement, a cultural exchange agreement if the Alliance agrees to such, full technological exchange if the Alliance agrees to such. The details of a technological exchange include and are not limited to civilian products without a direct copyright, manufacturing techniques, alloy compositions, types, and forging techniques, energy production, manipulation, and removal technologies, non-classified military technologies, supercomputer construction techniques, all known elements in your periodic table, not just the public ones, and multi-planetary economic markets. Full information on combating mind control. In exchange, the individual known as the AI Phoebe will excise the virus in your networks. Humanity will send its supersoldiers to aid in your current unspecified predicament for the length of one month, as defined by the human Gregorian calendar, as it is set up for the planet of Earth."
"Your condition on classified technologies will need to change, as well as that on civilian products," Huatil replied. "Retroactive classifications make sense, but the Hive Union may produce technologies in the future that require secrecy. Not to mention some of the higher classification levels, such as above 5, will not be touched. I am not saying that as some sort of point to negotiate. You just will not get anything above that. Not if you hack us, not if you beat the right people within a claw of their life.
And were we to sign away the civilian product manufacturing techniques, it would significantly anger the corporate factions in the Union. The same is true for the other manufacturing agreement. You will have to agree not to sell such materials to us and use them only for your own ends. That would include selling the products of such designs or deconstructed versions. Even then, this agreement will not be quick."
"Then speed it up."
"Cawlarians are dying because of this virus. Monorail trains have derailed. Aerial vehicles have crashed."
"Yes."
"So something must be done now, then," Huatil replied.
"I will see what I can do to slow the spread. But the deal must be passed."
"How much of this was drafted by the Alliance prior to our conversation?"
"Every provision that remains. Well, we'd be happy to get more, but the deal won't budge too much more away from this. I know it's not good proactice to reveal the cards in a negotiation. But telling you what we hope to gain will lessen the time this takes and hopefully allow us to finally establish proper ties. We already have a defensive link, but it is weak. And we have trusted you to move us closer over time, but you have not. Thus, we are acting to force that."
"So you are holding our crisis as a gun to our heads," Huatil surmised.
"No," Phoebe replied. "I will help you with your issue. But unless you wish to send your own people into whatever mission you wish for, then the agreement will need to be signed. Only then will the super soldiers deploy. We are not trying to kill your people. We are trying to get a deal which has slipped from our fingers for far too long. And you might be forgetting that it may benefit you, too. Humanity's hivemind is more intelligent than any model VI or single group of smart scientists you have."
"If it comes out that the Alliance manufactured these circumstances-"
"You presume too much. We would not do this to you. If we wanted to control your Union, the first step would be... no, I won't tell you. However, Truth Speaker, know that we do not wish for hostilities. Were we to successfully subjugate your Union, the Sprilnav would burn us both down for breaching the system limits."
"That is not a very reassuring promise."
"We do not want to die. That is pretty binding, I would think. Just like those alterations under your feathers, I'd say," Phoebe grinned. Huatil sighed.
"The agreement will be subject to changes after our diplomats get ahold of it."
"Kawtyahtnakal and Eyahtni could always enact the 24th Tenet, bypassing resistance from all underlying foes, if they are not currently being impeached."
"The 24th is an extreme circumstance. Even if Kawtyahtnakal were willing to enact it, that does not mean that your Alliance will be quick to accept any changes."
"Actually, we would. A few years ago, most of our leaders assumed you would be moving closer to us at some point. Thus, we prepared various diplomatic plans, potential proposals, and goals that we were willing to cede, those we were not, and other such things. The wanderers are not currently party to the calculus as they have no unified species leader, and Blistanna has already agreed to and pored over the plans.
In fact, that prompted an expansion and update to them."
"And is our current situation following such a plan?"
Phoebe shrugged. "You won't find any records unless you have a secret ability to teleport things too. Nothing online exists. And the Alliance has so many planets to search... and so many stations. No matter. I'm happy to tell you that we are currently straddling the path between Cawlarian Foreign Policy Plan Blue and Plan Yellow. Of course, there are other CFPPs."
Huatil took note of those for later.
"Your questions on their contents will not be answered by the few that are privy to their existence. Good luck with your attempts, Truth Speaker. Now that I have presented the path forward, are you ready to do some heavy politics and diplomacy?"
"I will present the agreement to the relevant parties, and you may do the same. Know that I also have some bargaining power, Phoebe. One day, you may be on the other side of this equation." "Well, the deal for us is sweeter. Your fastest ships would still likely take weeks to reach us, while our fastest ships are Brey's portals, with a travel time of zero seconds. Well, not quite, but you get the idea."
"Instant deployment," Huatil replied.
"A reminder of the possible future benefits of a long-term and stronger diplomatic relationship between our two peoples."
"Would you be willing to let us have Brey's aid in a coming unspecified event?"
"If the event were specified, she agreed, and the agreement was signed, then perhaps we may discuss. Until then, we shall wait. I will help curb the damage from the virus. But removing it and starting your operation with human super soldiers will require an official agreement, signed by at least Regulator Eyahtni and Nest Overlord Kawtyahtnakal."
"I hate bureaucracy."
"You're married to a politician," Phoebe pointed out unhelpfully.
"Yes. But no. Not married. An equivalent and ancient ritual, which appeased certain elements of the Cawlarian population that were concerned with my prospects." "I'm sure you have some. No offense, but-"
"Please don't."
"You seem more of the stabby and shooty type to me."
"Not really offensive," Huatil said, picking at the feathers near her mouth.
"For all I know, you're a pacifist. Alien cultures are strange."
"Not that strange. The word means the same. Pacifists do not exist at the top of Cawlarian government, and certainly do not make the decisions. War is horrible and a great blight upon civilized society, but it is as inevitable as the stars growing cold in the darkness of the far future." Phoebe nodded. "In the grim darkness of the 41st millennium... nevermind."
"What?"
"A reference to an even worse hypothetical universe than we live in."
"I don't understand," Huatil said.
"It's a 300 year old experimental and expansive science fiction universe, with enough attached lore and literature that it would take over 100 years to read it all."
"That sounds like a lie."
Phoebe laughed. "I assure you, it is not. Thousands of books, hundreds of movies, dozens of shows, and countless random internet articles remain as a testament to it. It became quite popular in the mid-2050s when society was starting to crumble too visibly for even the remaining political resistance to refute."
"Sounds interesting."
"Assuming you have immortality, then you might have the time for it. Though I'm not sure if even I'd be able to buy all the models."
"Aren't you the richest person in the Alliance?"
"Eighth richest, behind a few trillionaires. Third richest 'human,' though."
"Ah," Huatil replied. That was concerning. Inflation, over-expensive separate items or books, or a simple joke? She didn't know. And while establishing rapport with Phoebe could be considered valuable, and she was growing an interest in what Phoebe spoke of, she had certain things to attend to. She assumed the quote was well known enough for human networks to have the answer to it by a search. "Perhaps one day, such a cultural exchange might help me understand the motivations of those who wrote such a thing."
"You don't want to understand. But that does remind me of something," Phoebe said.
"What is that?"
"Make sure you take care of whatever mind-controlled cults you can find before they get too big." Huatil nodded. It was nice seeing her, even though Phoebe was now an exceedingly dangerous individual. Far more so than suspected. Luckily, the preparations for the attack on the local hive of suspected mind-control activity in the Forsaken City were underway. Agents were coming in, gathering information for the Blue Intelligence Agency about various locations of interest, possible choke points, routes to a command center, and so on.
"I have something else to tell you as well. There is a proposal in place, not yet ratified or voted on in any way, to form a treaty organization with your Alliance and the Vinarii Empire. Defensive, of course."
"I see. I shall also relay this news to the proper authorities. Though it is likely nothing will come of it, with so many species in the Alliance."
Her next assignment wouldn't be for another few thousand flaps. Using a specialized device, she linked into the specialized ansible data hub that processed and translated connections between the Cawlarian and Alliance networks. It was a new construction, far more stable than the last attempt. Notably, it was protected by cybersecurity programs so strong that no one even knew how to begin hacking them. It was likely due to Phoebe or Edu'frec's special work.
She looked up the quote and decided to do some light reading.
"Agent 001, it's time."
"What?"
"It's time. 3000 flaps have passed."
It just went deeper and deeper. Phoebe really had been telling the truth with her warnings.
"Right."
Agent 017 smiled at her. "You know, browsing human networks isn't mission-critical."
"Yes. I do. If you must write a report, do not mention what I was reading."
"Ah, so you have noticed their... penchant for drawing aliens?"
Huatil's feathers flared. "No. It's worse."
"Worse? Now I have to know."
"41st millennium."
Agent 017's wide-eyed look told her everything.
"No..." she breathed.
"Yes."
"If this gets out..."
"It's going to hit military culture like... I don't even know an analogy for the destruction this will cause."
"So you know, then," Huatil deadpanned. When she'd first had a presentation on alien cultural contamination and assimilation, she hadn't expected something like this. It was so utterly over the top, yet fascinating and entrancing. It was like watching a pile-up in that marathon flying race that had opened last year with 'no limit' on how many people could join. And then 2 million Cawlarians decided they wanted to take the day off and go flying.
The owner of that racing company had been sued into the ground under a class-action injury lawsuit, with 3 million claimants receiving yields. And he was serving nearly ten thousand standard years of jail time. Not that he'd live to even get a bit of that unless the Cawlarians got immortality treatments that were cheap en-masse in the next hundred years.
The pile-up had been a spectacle unlike anything known, though. Just like this random piece of human science fiction writing appeared it would be.
"I do. A little too much."
"How'd you find out?"
"An important government official retreated into their room for 6 days straight, refusing to answer any calls or attend any votes, consuming a copious amount of drugs, food, and water."
"How important?"
"Star system level."
"By Crawprawvabar's feathers, we're going to have to suppress this," Huatil replied.
"How?"
"Not my job."
"I pity the poor soul who has to try. I get the feeling it may not remain shackled for long."
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"I am pleased to tell you that profits over the last five mega pulses are up 3%."
"Good," Zelisloa replied. "How well is the new model selling?"
"Its debut was much wider than the previous version, so faster. 3.5 times faster on average, with a rising number of local Sprilnav sharing their satisfaction online."
"Glad to hear it. I would like a word with the Grand Financial Manager."
"Under your eye, Elder Zelisloa," they chorused.
The rest of the Sprilnav left the meeting without complaint. Once the last of their faces disappeared, Zelisloa turned to him.
"So? Have the funds been siphoned?"
"They have."
"Good. You shall receive a portion of the allocated amount. 12%, as agreed."
"I thank you for your generosity, Elder Zelisloa."
"I thank you, Spentha 28. You're better than the original."
"He's an Elder, and I'm not."
"Yes. But that doesn't mean you are worse."
"Yes it does, by every metric that matters, power included."
"If it is power you want, the equivalent of one of the weakest Elders I know of, then I shall grant them. However, that will require some additional loyalty."
"I am yours," he said.
"Good. I will send you your instructions soon. For now, I will retire to my chambers, for a well-needed rest after doing no work."
Spentha 28 laughed. "That's what you pay me for, after all. Though at this point, there's nothing I won't do for you."
"I can think of a few things, but I will not waste my time testing you with random unpleasant and unlikely conundrums. You did good work."
"Under your eye, I shall do much more."
"Under my eye."
He returned the greeting he'd set up. Simple and to the point. He then focused on his latest project. The ships were on their way to the Alliance, receiving real-time communications from his biologists. They had fully studied human, Acuarfar, Breyyanik, Knowers, and Guulin anatomy. The gene banks of the Dreedeen, wanderers, and Junyli were known and also studied, but evolutionary drift still occurred, even under the harsh genetic locks the Sprilnav had placed on their genomes to curb it. The viruses were incubated and ready to spread by touch, proximity, water, blood, and even wildlife. Acuarfar immune systems were certainly an interesting task to subvert, according to some of his people.
Skira had been too risky. If that hivemind of mindless drones was able to discover the infection before it became deadly, that could mean it might be discovered too early and stopped. Zelisloa didn't want that.
He'd checked their initial aims. He'd asked for them to make it as lethal as possible at first, and they'd made viruses that were basically guaranteed to kill everyone they came into contact with. From there, he'd asked to lengthen the asymptomatic timeframe and the ability to evenly spread the viruses across species. That required them to manufacture the viruses for other species using the cells of the initial virus for the specialized host. That process required more mega pulses of time.
Finally, the means to spread it through wildlife was achieved. So now, all that the ships had to do was reach their targets, and the fun would begin. There would be a new pandemic in the Alliance, one that they wouldn't recover from.

I’m the VP of Marketing and Communications for a non-profit that specializes in a niche area of public policy. I am not kidding you, I get at least 30 cold emails a week from copywriters looking for work. I’m not sure if this is a function of so many “get rich quick” copywriting courses or what, but it’s getting a little ridiculous.
Because a big part of my professional career has been spent on persuasive messaging across multiple industries, I’ve lurked on this sub periodically over the years. I know most of you are passionate about what you do and don’t follow whatever internet guru advice is selling you without a second thought.
But for those of you who are just starting out and are cold emailing on the advice of one of these courses, I would like to offer some advice from the perspective of a potential client. Because, frankly, you are wasting your time with your current tactics.
I’m sure that many people have given this advice, but I thought it would be helpful to hear it from a client directly:
1. ACTUALLY research the business and its needs.
My organization doesn’t have “clients” in the traditional sense. It’s very clear we’re not selling anything if you had bothered to look at our website for 3.5 seconds. So, when I get an email telling me I’m “leaking” clients or missing out on sales, it automatically goes to the spam folder.
I understand that cold emailing is a numbers game, but the potential client can see when you’re playing that game with little care for the actual needs of the businesses and organizations you’re reaching out to.
Simply put, it’s clear a lot of you are half-assing your prospect research.
If you’re writing an email template that contains things like: [INSERT COMPLIMENT HERE], or [HIGHLIGHT SPECIFIC ISSUE HERE], and only looking for the information to fill in the blanks, you’re probably not doing enough research.
In my case, we work on a very niche policy area. Nearly everyone new who works with us will have to educate themselves on the issue. At a baseline, show me understand the larger problem we’re actually trying to address not the content problem you *think* we *might* have.
Beyond that, know what core things your target industry needs. If you’re targeting my organization, you should know non-profits primarily need three things to varying degrees: donors, manpower, and stakeholder engagement. If you’re targeting non-profits, and you don’t know that, you aren’t ready to pitch non-profit clients.
If you understand those basic needs, tell me how you can help with those things. Concretely.
For example, if you researched our org more thoroughly (and by that, I mean looking at our “about us” page on our website), you would see that we’re a team of less than 10. Despite our small size, we produce at least five 100+ page research reports with dedicated landing pages and supplementary content, hundreds of standalone articles, several targeted newsletters and an array of fundraising and media materials in a given year.
That means, as the head of comms, my problem isn’t that my team doesn’t know what they’re doing when it comes to copy. My team has more work than we can handle.
My biggest need is someone who can help alleviate some of my team’s workload. No one has mentioned that. Instead, I’m told our SEO or site traffic is bad. (It’s not, and I promise you that you don’t have actual data that can support that).
The problem you are proposing to solve doesn’t have to be the client’s current messaging, tactics, or content. And even if it is, it’s not necessarily always a productive place to start.
And this is also a great example of where your approach is leading you to miss out on a big opportunity! I have an extremely competent team who can give clear direction on deliverables. I just need more help but don’t have a budget to hire a permanent employee. If you’re starting out, that's a pretty good environment for building your portfolio and upskilling.
2. Research the PERSON you’re reaching out to.
A little of this may be my ego talking, but you need to research the person you are reaching out to. A quick look at my LinkedIn would tell you that I’ve been working in marketing and communications for nearly 15 years and specialize in persuasive messaging. While I work at a small non-profit now, the for-profit companies and public figures I’ve worked for throughout my career are likely the ones you want to be writing for.
So approaching me with a “bet you didn’t know…” pitch about some very common copywriting or messaging tactic, while claiming you are an “expert,” would be offensive if I didn’t know 100 other people got the same exact email from you.
It also means that you shouldn’t be copywriting your pitch/inquiry to me. I can see exactly what you are trying to do and, frankly, a lot of you aren’t doing it well.
I’m certain that there are some potential clients respond to that approach and there’s no shame in going after them. Money is money. But they probably aren’t the clients that will help you build a long-term career.
Let me be clear, I don’t need or want you to kiss my ass. I would just much rather receive an earnest, human email saying that you would love to support our organization’s mission and you think you can make my team’s lives easier. Hell, tell me you’re looking to build your portfolio and would love to get more experience with the range of content we work on.
In short, start a genuine conversation.
I love finding trustworthy, talented people and I’m always happy to make referrals. My friends and colleagues refer great freelancers to each other constantly. When you fail to change your approach based on the person you are pitching, you are not just throwing away potential work. You are throwing away valuable relationship-building and networking opportunities that could get you out of the cycle of needing to cold email to sustain your business.
3. For the love of god, just send me your portfolio link.
I’ve noticed that a lot of people emailing me these days think they should hold back a link to their website or portfolio to force a reply from the client.
STOP.
Your work should speak for itself. If you’re trying to play games to get me to reply, I promise you I won’t. And very few people in my position would.
This goes back to the idea that you shouldn’t be copywriting your pitches to high-knowledge potential clients.
All this says to me is you 1) are not confident in your work, 2) are using predatory marketing tactics that aren't aligned with how I prefer to do business, and 3) can’t read a room.
It’s giving used car salesman, if we’re being honest. I don’t want to be “sold” on your service. I want to be convinced of your reliability, skill set, and ability to collaborate productively.
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Like I said, none of this is new or revolutionary advice and much of it is solely based on my personal experience. But based on what’s in my email daily and what I see from newbies on here, there’s clearly a lot of formulaic and bad advice circulating.
I'll be honest, I don't love cold emailing as an approach to finding clients and think you are better off building relationships through working in-house, finding some initial clients on sites like Upwork/fiverr, or applying to short-term contract roles on job boards. But it's rough out there and I know establishing an income stream quickly is important, especially in these rough economic times.
So if you are going to do it, do it with intention. Lots of us are looking for talented folks, don't take yourself out of consideration before you even hit send on that email.

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Testosterone >52.0 (literally off the charts. Equivalent to over 1500 on other unit measurement.) Normal range (8.4-28.8 nmol/L)
This is from pellet insertion, first time. 4 weeks post.
I felt amazing weeks 2-3 and now sluggish with lower libido.
Doc also has me on clomiphene 25 mg to preserve nuts And DIM 100mg daily.
Any comments or thoughts? I have appointment next week but want to hear Dr Reddit’s opinion as well 😆

Atlas Srugged. I've heard about it many times across my life--as, i'm sure many people have heard of Ulysses, or Satanic Verses--but never read this, and so wanted to be able to say "yeah, I've read it and...___" I started with a healthy bit of skepticism. It's taken me ~2 weeks to get to the end of chapter 7.Dagny and James taggert, owners of a railroad company, have a strange dynamic. James begrudges his sister the talent and capability of running a company, and seems to relish in causing managerial havoc as long as it causes Dagny anguish. Something something american economy is collapsing, and James wants to give to the poor. BAD, BAD JAMES LIKING MEXICO; it's only looters there or something like that. Where have we seen this in recent popular culture? Eddie Willers likes trees, Dagny is haunted by music. So were all of us, Dagny, until YouTube was around. It's OK.
Hank Rearden's family seem to be unlikeable charicatures; they don't seem to be made without much effort. There's SO MANY great ways that first family scene could have been depicted with more depth, but it feels like an impressionistic equivalent of a slash of paint topped by a circle to represent a person in the distance, intentially portrayed as forgettable and umimportant; we are being trained to think that "unsuccessful" people such as Paul & rearedn's mother (was she ever named?) are not worth remembering. Dangerous narrative posturing.
The government is headed towards anti-competition and the "looters" are going to anyone that benefits from govt handouts (?) We, the readers, are being maneuvered to think that, in a(n unrestricted) capitalist society, activities will eventually be prodigiously productive and beneficial to all. The term "progressive" in this book seems to be slant-term for...progress towards government control?
We see an ever-increasing number of people quit their positions, adding to the idea the book's original working title was "the strike." We see a strange legislation title: the "Anti-dog-eat-dog Rule."Don't we see similar behavior contemporaraily, in Verizon/AT&T/T-Mobile/Comcast, then with our streaming networks? Very strange that these predictions, feared by Rand, would have been precipitated by Alan Greenspan, one of her "disciples".It feels oddly like, with the idea that the government, with the sanction of the general public, in passing this strange anti-competititve legislation, i'm being maneuvered into a thought of "it's good to reject the consensus of the mass of people." Still, why have so many "conservatives" that endorse Ayn Rand's principles still look to christian religion? Am I missing something?!?
Francisco D'Anconia is touted as a genius; this is why he wasted $15 million dollars to stick it to James Taggert and Orren Boyle, those conspiring men who wanted to "loot" from the handounts from Washington. Aight, cool. Musk bought Twitter for reasons, one among them so he could have a little more cover from journalists that have dogged his activities for years. And he's touted as a genius (or at least a genius-thief). Aren't many creators just thieves of ideas?
I struggled through some narrative choices on the first "lovemaking" scenes:"They were both incapable of the conception that joy is sin" [...] "She knew, even though she was too young to know the reason, that indiscriminate desire and unselective indulgence were possible only to those who regarded sex and themselves as evil" (page 106). When was this book first published? 1957? Had our religious values been that oppressively...catholic in austerity towards sex back then, or is this more deliberate narrative steering?
What's the most depraved sort of human being? "The one without a purpose." Interesting idea. A person who has no goal to strive for can easily find their course altered by someone with a larger context, thus swept away by collectivist thought. I actually find this idea to be valuable. A nugget, perhaps?
By this point "Who is John Galt?" feels like it's a narrative MacGuffin. After all, he found Atlantis, the place where heroes live in happiness unknown to the rest of the earth (Ouray, Colorado is generally accepted as where John Galt will lead us to). By the way, Here's the music we're supposed to hear for Halley's fourth symphony.
Chapter 6 is strange. Hank's only way of coping with a wedding is to project himself into a flow-like state, but the narrator perpetually drifts back to business. Lillian throws a party for their wedding...anniversary, but invites a bunch of "looter intellectuals" to use Dagny's words. Dagny happily exchanges her diamond-bracelet for the rearden-steel one. Hankey deals with guilt over having sexual urges, cause he doesn't need the wife, he just wants a woman's body to use the spooge. What is the purpose of this chapter? I imagine John Oliver screaming, YOU GOTTA LIVE A LITTLE, HANKEY!! FEEL SOME GODDAMN HAPPINESS!!
The employees treat Dagny worse as the book goes on. She's their boss, and they're second-guessing her left and right. Frightening that this still happens. Later, Dagny philosophizes with bums at a diner..hank rearden talks to a State Science Institute guy..Dagny and Eddie bemoan the circumspect criticism published about Rearden Metal, and a confrontation with Dr stadtler reveals a man bereft of personal conviction (effectively, the institute he runs issues a statement, but won't retract it despite the fact he disagrees). Odd that, in juxtaposing the hopeless wanderings of the bums--still perscpicacious enough to form an idea of morality--with Hank engaging a slimy and abstruse scientist--then the vague criticisms of metal, we're being primed to see or read "social impact" or "social welfare" and gain an impression of the exchanges and evaluations as being entirely irrelevant to useful measures such as practical business value or material wealth. Once again, as a reader, we're being maneuvered into thoughts that "government and science are bad" because they can interfere with--or limit--businessmen, and thus corporations.
Here's an odd quote: "Contradictions do not exist. whenever you think that you are facing a contradiction, check your premises." (188). I guess Ayn Rand wasn't a fan of Oscar Wilde’s The Picture of Dorian Gray. Or the idea that I can hang out with a childhood friend, see them as they are now, but in my mind's eye, also them as they were when we'd first become friends; the two are different in time, character, and form, but also not.
And then we have Ragnar criminal. A guy who really robs from the looters..?
IDK if I can read any more past chapter 7. Send help.

I hope it's okay if I ask this question here.
I have very brittle nails and sensitive skin. Dishwashing has always caused me issues on my hands. I've been trying to find gloves to wear during; but, my main dilemma is that I can't find any that run to my elbows. They're all way too short and I'm reaching into a deep sink. When I do manage to find long gloves, they aren't safe for contact with food grade materials, or they completely disintegrate within a week, even if I rinse them with cold water afterwards.
Any suggestions would be awesome. Thank you!

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My friend was terminated this week over a policy that both they and their coworker violated but my friend was termed and the coworker wasn’t. The coworker wasn’t spoken to at all. My friend had no prior infractions but the evening the policy was violated, they voiced their frustrations to the supervisor on duty (who told them to air any grievances directly with them, not the bosses) about working in standing water that soaked their shoes for the entire evening. The water had been an issue for well over a week, and the coworker even suffered an infection from soaked shoes. Multiple employees shoes were soaked throughout the week.
This policy has never been vocalized ever, and if it were true, every employee would have been terminated because when they were hired on they were told that it was part of the job. Employees are still violating this policy today. They even had permission the evening prior from the same supervisor.
My friend just wants to know what to do next. They’re worried the longer they wait the less options they have.
There is also another employee who admit to violating this same policy to a very severe degree and they still have their job.

I have been employed at this factory in Tennessee for 2.5 years now (non union). We bring in temps from a staffing agency, then after 90 days we either hire them on or let them go. It is constantly short staffed due to a high turnover rate and just about weekly you see a new face or faces.
A few days ago I had to ask a temp that had been there two weeks, not to take break on the forktruck and to turn the music down. He had connected his phone to the radio in the forktruck and had rap music blaring, sounding like it was about to blow the speakers. In retrospect maybe I should have just let it go, but I use the truck as well as others and don’t want the speakers blown by anyone, much less by a guy who most likely won’t be there very long.
So, I went to the lead who was sitting there. I asked him to go tell the guy who he was training to turn it down. The lead (who isn’t a lead in anything but a title) said no that he wasn’t walking over there. I’ll admit; this temp had a tough look about him. His walk, his face tattoos, his whole demeanor screamed trouble, but I went anyway and asked him to turn it down and explained why. He immediately got mad and said, “Who the F*** are you?? Your not my boss so idgaf.” I replied with something along the lines of, “Is that right? Ok, we’ll see how much of a f you give.” He jumped off the forktruck and got in my face. He was cussing and threatening me and I just kept telling him that I was not going to fight him, especially not at work. I have a family that depends on my income. It wasn’t even an option. So I backed away then turned and went on to break inside.
20 minutes or so had passed and I was thinking he’d calm down and it was over, and I began to heat up my dinner and get my drink, etc. I looked up to see him walking into the break room, he was staring straight at me and then walked right up to my face. He kept saying “do something” and I kept replying thst I wasn’t fighting at work. I made the mistake of turning my back to him to leave the break room. When I did he swung a metal water thermos over his head and cracked the back of my head with it. I was seeing stars. It gashed my ear open so there was a lot of blood (that freaked me out) and left a huge pump knot on my head. He immediately started punching me in the face and head, so I tried to just wrap him up to stop the punches from landing. He ended up on top of me, punching me over and over. What seemed to me like a lifetime later a couple guys tried to drag him off of me, and when they did he kicked me in the nose first and then in the forehead, with steel toe boots. I was far from coherent after that. There were two witnesses in the room when it happened and a handful more when they were pulling him off of me. All wrote statements saying I didn’t fight back.
So they took him somewhere else and sat me down to look at the damage. No hr was there or safety so a supervisor tried to clean my ear with alcohol pad to see the cuts, eventually sending me into the bathroom to wash my face and head off so he could see how bad it was. I had a ton of blood on me. They handed me a pen and had me write what happened, had the witnesses do the same. All the stories said that I was attacked , didn’t fight back or anything. The dept head put a bandaid over my ear to try and stop the bleeding. Pretty much taped my ear. My nose stopped on its own.
Then they sent ME home. I ride a Harley to work. They know that. The next day hr asked me to come in so safety could check my damage and they asked my story again. It was like an interrogation. And no cops were called either, btw. They said they couldn’t tell me if I was fire or if I still had my job until the investigation was over. It has been four days now and they still haven’t told me.
On the second day my migraine got much worse. I called them and told them I needed to go to the dr. The safety person met me at the dr, to do all the workers comp paperwork etc. Dr said concussion. Referred me for a cat scan. Dr there said my brain looked ok and all my facial structure is ok. But is treating me for concussion. The er called the cops to report the assault. Even the cop was shocked by the fact that hr had me suspended pending investigation still. He even said given the evidence I shouldn’t have anything to worry about. He said that to the safety lady from work. So I was sent home again, now with a documented concussion from the incident.
I feel like my job has done me really dirty. It felt like they were just looking for an excuse to blame me for his actions and to fire me as well. I feel like they severely mishandled the situation. They should have called the police when it happened, and they damn sure should have called me an ambulance instead of putting me on my motorcycle and waving bye. I’m scared of losing my income. So I’m wondering what steps I should take if they do fire me, would I have any legal grounds to object on or file on? Please help with advice, I really need it. Thank you all.

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I have been employed at this factory for 2.5 years now (non union). We bring in temps from a staffing agency, then after 90 days we either hire them on or let them go. It is constantly short staffed due to a high turnover rate and just about weekly you see a new face or faces.
A few days ago I had to ask a temp that had been there two weeks, not to take break on the forktruck and to turn the music down. He had connected his phone to the radio in the forktruck and had rap music blaring, sounding like it was about to blow the speakers. In retrospect maybe I should have just let it go, but I use the truck as well as others and don’t want the speakers blown by anyone, much less by a guy who most likely won’t be there very long.
So, I went to the lead who was sitting there. I asked him to go tell the guy who he was training to turn it down. The lead (who isn’t a lead in anything but a title) said no that he wasn’t walking over there. I’ll admit; this temp had a tough look about him. His walk, his face tattoos, his whole demeanor screamed trouble, but I went anyway and asked him to turn it down and explained why. He immediately got mad and said, “Who the F*** are you?? Your not my boss so idgaf.” I replied with something along the lines of, “Is that right? Ok, we’ll see how much of a f you give.” He jumped off the forktruck and got in my face. He was cussing and threatening me and I just kept telling him that I was not going to fight him, especially not at work. I have a family that depends on my income. It wasn’t even an option. So I backed away then turned and went on to break inside.
20 minutes or so had passed and I was thinking he’d calm down and it was over, and I began to heat up my dinner and get my drink, etc. I looked up to see him walking into the break room, he was staring straight at me and then walked right up to my face. He kept saying “do something” and I kept replying thst I wasn’t fighting at work. I made the mistake of turning my back to him to leave the break room. When I did he swung a metal water thermos over his head and cracked the back of my head with it. I was seeing stars. It gashed my ear open so there was a lot of blood (that freaked me out) and left a huge pump knot on my head. He immediately started punching me in the face and head, so I tried to just wrap him up to stop the punches from landing. He ended up on top of me, punching me over and over. What seemed to me like a lifetime later a couple guys tried to drag him off of me, and when they did he kicked me in the nose first and then in the forehead, with steel toe boots. I was far from coherent after that. There were two witnesses in the room when it happened and a handful more when they were pulling him off of me. All wrote statements saying I didn’t fight back.
So they took him somewhere else and sat me down to look at the damage. No hr was there or safety so a supervisor tried to clean my ear with alcohol pad to see the cuts, eventually sending me into the bathroom to wash my face and head off so he could see how bad it was. I had a ton of blood on me. They handed me a pen and had me write what happened, had the witnesses do the same. All the stories said that I was attacked , didn’t fight back or anything. The dept head put a bandaid over my ear to try and stop the bleeding. Pretty much taped my ear. My nose stopped on its own.
Then they sent ME home. I ride a Harley to work. They know that. The next day hr asked me to come in so safety could check my damage and they asked my story again. It was like an interrogation. And no cops were called either, btw. They said they couldn’t tell me if I was fire or if I still had my job until the investigation was over. It has been four days now and they still haven’t told me.
On the second day my migraine got much worse. I called them and told them I needed to go to the dr. The safety person met me at the dr, to do all the workers comp paperwork etc. Dr said concussion. Referred me for a cat scan. Dr there said my brain looked ok and all my facial structure is ok. But is treating me for concussion. The er called the cops to report the assault. Even the cop was shocked by the fact that hr had me suspended pending investigation still. He even said given the evidence I shouldn’t have anything to worry about. He said that to the safety lady from work. So I was sent home again, now with a documented concussion from the incident.
I feel like my job has done me really dirty. It felt like they were just looking for an excuse to blame me for his actions and to fire me as well. I feel like they severely mishandled the situation. They should have called the police when it happened, and they damn sure should have called me an ambulance instead of putting me on my motorcycle and waving bye. I’m scared of losing my income. So I’m wondering what steps I should take if they do fire me, would I have any legal grounds to object on or file on? Please help with advice, I really need it. Thank you all.

This is actually a good story for once I asked for a 5% raise Monday of last week and was told no, I was grumpy and started looking at applying to places.
Around comes Friday payday boss shows up turns out he said no as he was giving everyone a 10% raise instead

I have been employed at this factory for 2.5 years now (non union). We bring in temps from a staffing agency, then after 90 days we either hire them on or let them go. It is constantly short staffed due to a high turnover rate and just about weekly you see a new face or faces.
A few days ago I had to ask a temp that had been there two weeks, not to take break on the forktruck and to turn the music down. He had connected his phone to the radio in the forktruck and had rap music blaring, sounding like it was about to blow the speakers. In retrospect maybe I should have just let it go, but I use the truck as well as others and don’t want the speakers blown by anyone, much less by a guy who most likely won’t be there very long.
So, I went to the lead who was sitting there. I asked him to go tell the guy who he was training to turn it down. The lead (who isn’t a lead in anything but a title) said no that he wasn’t walking over there. I’ll admit; this temp had a tough look about him. His walk, his face tattoos, his whole demeanor screamed trouble, but I went anyway and asked him to turn it down and explained why. He immediately got mad and said, “Who the F*** are you?? Your not my boss so idgaf.” I replied with something along the lines of, “Is that right? Ok, we’ll see how much of a f you give.” He jumped off the forktruck and got in my face. He was cussing and threatening me and I just kept telling him that I was not going to fight him, especially not at work. I have a family that depends on my income. It wasn’t even an option. So I backed away then turned and went on to break inside.
20 minutes or so had passed and I was thinking he’d calm down and it was over, and I began to heat up my dinner and get my drink, etc. I looked up to see him walking into the break room, he was staring straight at me and then walked right up to my face. He kept saying “do something” and I kept replying thst I wasn’t fighting at work. I made the mistake of turning my back to him to leave the break room. When I did he swung a metal water thermos over his head and cracked the back of my head with it. I was seeing stars. It gashed my ear open so there was a lot of blood (that freaked me out) and left a huge pump knot on my head. He immediately started punching me in the face and head, so I tried to just wrap him up to stop the punches from landing. He ended up on top of me, punching me over and over. What seemed to me like a lifetime later a couple guys tried to drag him off of me, and when they did he kicked me in the nose first and then in the forehead, with steel toe boots. I was far from coherent after that. There were two witnesses in the room when it happened and a handful more when they were pulling him off of me. All wrote statements saying I didn’t fight back.
So they took him somewhere else and sat me down to look at the damage. No hr was there or safety so a supervisor tried to clean my ear with alcohol pad to see the cuts, eventually sending me into the bathroom to wash my face and head off so he could see how bad it was. I had a ton of blood on me. They handed me a pen and had me write what happened, had the witnesses do the same. All the stories said that I was attacked , didn’t fight back or anything. The dept head put a bandaid over my ear to try and stop the bleeding. Pretty much taped my ear. My nose stopped on its own.
Then they sent ME home. I ride a Harley to work. They know that. The next day hr asked me to come in so safety could check my damage and they asked my story again. It was like an interrogation. And no cops were called either, btw. They said they couldn’t tell me if I was fire or if I still had my job until the investigation was over. It has been four days now and they still haven’t told me.
On the second day my migraine got much worse. I called them and told them I needed to go to the dr. The safety person met me at the dr, to do all the workers comp paperwork etc. Dr said concussion. Referred me for a cat scan. Dr there said my brain looked ok and all my facial structure is ok. But is treating me for concussion. The er called the cops to report the assault. Even the cop was shocked by the fact that hr had me suspended pending investigation still. He even said given the evidence I shouldn’t have anything to worry about. He said that to the safety lady from work. So I was sent home again, now with a documented concussion from the incident.
I feel like my job has done me really dirty. It felt like they were just looking for an excuse to blame me for his actions and to fire me as well. I feel like they severely mishandled the situation. They should have called the police when it happened, and they damn sure should have called me an ambulance instead of putting me on my motorcycle and waving bye. I’m scared of losing my income. So I’m wondering what steps I should take if they do fire me, would I have any legal grounds to object on or file on? Please help with advice, I really need it. Thank you all.

Hi everyone.
First of all, I have a lot to write. It will be a long one and I'm sorry for that. Nonetheless, I hope you read it as I would really appreciate other opinions.
Since we broke, I have been thinking about it nonstop. Not necessarily about her but about how it ended, trying to understand what led to her wanting to give up on us. To be fair, now that I can remove myself from the situation, a lot of things come up to my head but, because she never expressed some of them, I'm still unsure about what was/were the problems.
For context, we met 6 months ago and been talking since then. I asked her to be my girlfriend 3 months after.
In the beginning stages, she was a lot more interested than me. I was challenging because, honestly, I wasn't really interested in meeting someone and was busy with work and surrounded with a great group of friends that were with me all the time.
I eventually gave "us" a chance. Everything was perfect, honestly. We both work but we managed to make time to be with each other and spend the nights together - 3 times during the week and weekends. This started happening after 2 weeks (or so) of us starting talking and least for about 2 months. Looking back, it was extremely crazy how fast we were going but it felt very nice. Please keep in mind that she was the one always coming over and, most of the time, was asking to come over.
I only asked her to be my girlfriend because everything was going perfectly. Everything was aligning and I actually saw wife potential in her. So, after 3 months of a great nonofficial relationship, I asked her and she accepted it. Funny enough, on the following week, I noticed some changes. The constant texting that we had became slower. She started to take hours to reply and the conversation wasn't flowing how it was before, it seemed forced. For a week I gave back the same energy. After a week I decided to have a talk with her and asked her if my request freaked her out. She said that it didn't, everything was good, she was happy being my girlfriend, but she was busy and that some times she just doesn't have it in her to constantly be texting. Even though it never happened before, I saw it as valid. She said she understood my point and that she was going to do better. It did get better for a week or two but, eventually, went back to the same, if not worst. Once again, I called her out and she said that us being so attached messed with her life. Her siblings, who are also her roommates and best friends, were calling her out for never being home, and she wasn't seeing her family as much as before. Totally reasonable, she proposed that we should start seeing each other during the weekend and one/two times during the week. I completely understood her reasons as they very reasonable. It got better and it worked for a while. However, it started to get worse and worse and I got tired. I called her out and told her that if this was her definition of relationship, I wasn't interested. We had a deep conversation and we solved it.
She did community college, finished with a 4.0 GPA. However, after those two years, decided to take a break and work. She started working and has been working ever since. When still getting to know each other, she always mentioned that she needed and wanted to go back to university to finish it and get her degree. So, I started pushing her as the new school year is coming up. She appreciated the help and we agreed that we would both do that, as I also need to go to university to maintain my US visa. We were pushing each other but she started having doubts. She was no longer so sure if she wanted to go back to studying. Additionally, she hated her job, rightfully so. Her paying is unbelievably low, the job isn't what she wants and it's not enjoyable. However, it is a very nondemanding job and she is very comfortable (airpods in all day, watching Netflix, while performing very simple tasks with friendly people). Alongside university, she always expressed her desire to get a better job. As I pushed her to start applying in order to do and be better, she started second guessing it because she is comfortable where she is. I really disliked the indecisiveness and had a serious conversation with her about what she actually wanted. This conversation was one of the deepest conversations of my life.
In this conversation, she broke down to tears. She said that she feels like a loser because a) she is 25 and has yet to get her degree, b) she shares a house with her siblings, all younger than her, and she is the one making (considerably) less money, c) has a bad job, with no career progression possibilities. She recognizes all of this and says that she knows she can change all of it but that she has no ambitions, no goals, no motivation to do anything. This really caught be of guard as she always convinced me that she was going to do what she told me she wanted. Even though I realized right away that those were HUGE red flags, as well very unattractive, I believe that they could quickly disappear if I became someone who motivated her. In that conversation, I told her that we were in a relationship and that we are supposed to help and push each other out, to which she initially contested because she always refused help and always claimed that relying on someone else was one of the last things she wanted. Despite that, with a very emotional and, what it seemed to me, very real ending to the conversation, we decided that we were going to follow our goals and push and motivate each other from that moment on. That is exactly what I did.
She is in a routine of working, getting home, chilling with her roommates (her best friends), smoke weed, go to bed, and repeat. This is a lifestyle she loves and I'm sure she wants to keep. She has no idea what the real world is and it seems to me that, at this point, she just wants to keep living that life and, therefore, is more than willing to maintain everything the way it is. I do think that such is one of the reasons as to why she is thorn between doing what she knows she wants/needs to do, and stay the same.
Recently, as I know the college deadlines are coming up, I brought up the subject again. That was our last conversation. She told me that I had my goals, had everything planned, knew what I wanted for myself and what I wanted from her. She said that she didn't know what she wanted, and that she doesn't want me pushing her, she wants to do everything on her own terms and on her own pace. She also told me that she feels like she isn't giving me what I want - better communication and more time together. She felt that she could even be wasting my time and that, after 6 months, we have both have yet to say I love you. She also mentioned that she never actually had time to be single (as she was always in two long relationships before) and was starting to feel like she wasn't ready for another relationship, especially one with a guy who was so sure of what he wanted. She said that she likes me deeply, I was always nice with her, everything was still there, but she needed to work on herself before making a commitment of having a relationship so serious as it was with me. Now that I'm writing this, it's starting to sound very obvious that there is no going back and that she just doesn't want to be with me. However, it is confusing, as 2 days before I went to a barbeque her family did, she told me to have a deep conversation with her mother so that she could get to know me better, a few weeks ago it was my birthday and she gave an extremely off budget present and her postcard was a clear love letter, and the relationship was the best it had it been for a few weeks. It came out of nowhere.
The day before she did tell me she started her period and was very sensitive, so she asked me to only go see her the next day. I told her that I would bring ice cream and she happily request for her favorite flavor. This is a very simple and, probably, meaningless thing, but (in my opinion) it shows that she wanted to see me and had no intentions of breaking up. This contributed a lot to how blindsided I was at the moment of the breakup. After her expressed her feelings, we spoke about it and I tried to understand everything (still haven't been able, clearly). I clearly expressed my intention of wanting to still be together as she still said she liked me deeply, and I believed that I could be the solution to her lack of motivation problem. We kept going back and forth until I got tired and I asked her if she was sure of it, to which she said yes. She wanted to still be friends, text, and even go out every now and then. I told her that I just don't text like I did/do with her. I only texted her the way I did because she was my significant other and I cared deeply for her. If now I have to change that, I would not keep on texting her like if we were still on a relationship. I also expressed that I would not be going out with her and her friends because that is what they are, her close friends not mine. I was going there because of her and our relationship, if that was done, there was also no reason for me to come. Also, did not want to hang out with her alone because she was more than just a friend to me, to me it's either everything or nothing. Bottom line is, it seemed like she didn't want me out of her life but she didn't want to commit.
Part of me still believes that she will come back and say that what happened was on the heat of the moment and due to her constant changes of mind. I like her and told myself that I would give her 2 - 4 weeks to come back. If I haven't moved on by then, I will consider giving it another chance and try to work it out if she is honest with me about what she wants to do. Anything after that, it's too late. Until then, I will not be making any contact with her after she gives me what I had in her place back, which will be in the next few days. I will not have any conversation, I will just give her space. I'm in a waiting process.
What I did wrong, in my opinion: we both went way too fast; I got used to how close we were and started being over affectionate and needy; put a lot of my life on hold/plan B because of her as she became my priority. Additionally, I'm also a overthinker, so it doesn't help, it makes me come out as insecure even though I'm extremely confident, borderline cocky.
I want her back. I saw wife material on her like I haven't seen before. The huge red flags can quickly be erased if she just "jumps" out of her comfort zone and chases the new things that she wants and needs to do. I see potential and I think we can come back and be stronger than ever as we would both know what we need to work on.
Any feedback is appreciated! I'm sure I'm missing out a lot of parts that I will remember as the thread develops. I believe this thread can be good for me overall become a better partner and, possibly, get closure.
Should I wait for her? Is she coming back? Does it sound like she is set on the decision?