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Hey, I'm looking for a fun and cute person to chat. If you think we would get along, send me a chat!
I'm just looking for someone fun who can talk to me about cool stuff and have genuine conversation. The "hey how are you" small talk just really loses my interest (unintentionally). Talk to me about something really unique :) I may ask random or bizarre questions just to have fun and keep it more interesting.
Some information about me! I'm 31m I'm generally healthy but not too strict about it. I recently have been trying to get in better shape and improving my diet and going to the gym on most mornings (it kind of sounds like im a health nut but im totally not). I have been playing soccer for a super long time and still having fun with that! To be honest, I prefer the less competitive leagues because I'm really just looking to have a fun time. For work, I'm a product engineer (mechanical eng background) so that's a good and sometimes stressful time. I like some dorky things like chess and 3d printing, but let's not talk about that since it'll be boring. I'm 5'11" or 180cm and 195lbs, sort of lean/athletic build if that's interesting or important to you.
Another cool thing about me! I just returned (last weekend) to US after spending 1 month in Europe! I was in Poland for 3 weeks working, and I also visited Berlin and Paris for my 4th week. I also had a short weekend visit to London. It was such an interesting experience, I can't wait to go back.
I feel super shallow but if I think you're fun,cute, and/or attractive that will help keep me interested and talking., I think most people will be able to relate to that. Maybe eventually share a pic if we vibe really well.

To start, I'm in NY. My child has had a horrible year of KINDERGARTEN. Yes, kindergarten. First few weeks of school,my son was getting punched by one particular student, kicked, cursed at and bullied. I advocated to no end, constant calls to the principal, the nurse, attempts at communication with the teacher to no avail. Generally he'd be deemed a liar essentially, or they'd claim "the cameras didn't catch it" or no staff member witnessed it. 2 DASA forms later, both determined unfounded, a handful of meetings with staff, calls to the superintendent's office and a mass amount of confusion,poor communication - they treated my son like a head case for being triggered by these same 3-4 students that continued to harass him through out the year. I've kept him home on some occasions until they'd come up with a new plan or resolution and he'd return and we'd see what happens only to have the process repeat and continue. By the end of January, they FINALLY removed the primary instigator from his class after charging across the classroom to slap my child across the face (this happened TWICE the same exact way only a week apart from each other). By this point, ky child had some mild aggression towards said students but the school took this as a point to send my son into the psychologist's office, the social worker, principal here there every where, every day without telling me. When I found out the severity, I threw a fit. Finally got someone from superintendent's office to call me back, she heard me out and seemed to take my case seriously. She arranged a meeting immediately. She scolded all staff members present for their poor communication and made clear of what was expected. Changes were directed to be made. I felt confident that maybe they'd finally do right by my child to give the safe, positive environment and education they deserve. Things seemed to improve, my child had more positive things to say about school (as they refused to talk about it for the whole year because they never wanted to even go). About a month or so after this meeting, brings us to about a week ago, my child discloses to me they are still going to the psychologist's several times a day every day and this conversation was prompted by a very invasive phone call from this "doctor" questioning my personal life. My child said she had been probing them about personal information too. Because of the excessive nature of these "earned breaks" out of class as my child's "reward" for good behavior, I called the superintendent to inform her that the staff had not followed her direction for the new plan. She lashes out at me and is wildly inappropriate with me. At this point, I write a letter via email to the principal (who I literally speak to at least 2 times a week this ENTIRE year since noone else communicates with me or calls me back), I inform him to discontinue all intersctions, sessions, groups etc with this woman (also worth noting, no my child has no diagnoses, no BIP, no IEP, no official mental disorders or disabilities as per the pediatrician and an evaluation by a licensed therapist as per the psychologist's recommendation-which i knew was bs but to appease and do the right thing, I had it done anyway). My child comes home that day and he didn't get sent to her office, they sent HER to my child's class to sit with them???!!!? At this point, I'm livid and have lost all patience and am now deficit in trust with these people. My child goes to school the next day, as I try to figure out what to do, calling education lawyers left and right with no success.
Here's where it goes from horrible to absolutely insanely ridiculously terrifying. I notice a small bruise on my child's outer forearm. I ask about it, they tell me the teacher grabbed their arm too hard "squeezed" like this my child gripped with white knuckles and teeth gritting. I'm horrified. Livid. Can't wrap my head around it but honestly in my heart, not entirely surprised.. this sad excuse for a teacher has been dismissive, neglectful, refuses to take accountability or responsibility, passive aggressive and nasty attitude anytime she had to dare waste her time talking to me, which has been one of the largest issues this year. This woman does not tell me what's happening ever. And always addressing literally any single issue with my child. For example, my child saying "butt" was deemed inappropriate language from her on a daily sheet report and only once i called and demanded what she was referring she said such language was "butt" ... Give me a break. She sends my child out to these other staff members whenever she doesn't want to deal seemingly because of my complaints about her poor practices. NOW, once my child tells me this, we go to the precinct to get it at least reported and documented and first thing the next morning, we go to the pediatrician. She documented as well and had to hear my child's account of what happened which she also documented. I took pictures the night of, the next morning and in the doctor's office. I kept my child home, of course and the principal contacts me. I tell him what I had been told from my child, and he says he'll address the teacher about it. She blatantly denies it. My child said they said "ow" to which she said "sorry" so she acknowledged she hurt them, and never informed me. Within 24 hours of my reporting her injuring my child, CPS knocks on my door with a wild accusation against me in hand. I explain to the investigator what has transpired and showed my child's arm, she documented that and with all the information I gave her and the things she confirmed with me, it became quite obvious the school made this allegation. She acknowledged that the more info she was getting from me, the more the picture was becoming clear of what was going on. I continue to tey to contact an education lawyer but I don't know what to do. None will call me back although the one that did I absolutely can not afford $5k retainer and $500/hr. Does anyone have any advice of what I can do or any resources? I've been collecting documents and also have yet to get my child's records which they also have refused to give me. I have a formal letter written for these records now that I'm submitting Monday. I have dates of incidents roughly not all of them, I have some phone calls recorded, held on to hand written noted given by the teacher, etc. Any advice would be absolutely appreciated!! Please help me protect my child!

completely open to judgement and suggestions there are a few tracks i don’t haven’t listened to since i mainly listen through apple music songs are also judged by their order in the tierlist my top 5’s: 1. eat me if this song was extended i would actually fly off of the earth it is SOOO underrated but i guess that’s to be expected of a song that’s less than a minute 💔 2. the cats dining table this song kinda has that banquet kinda noise and i love it SO MUCH, i’m talking big ballroom with cold floors sparkling clean and gigantic empty long table in the center with cat that has an evil aura sitting at the end chair 3. tunnel adventure same banquet sound with a sort of searching a dark and unexpecting cave in a YouTube analog horror video 4. phantom of the moon jazz. just jazz. 5. mr morning mr night hanatan just has this AMAZINGG voice the visuals from the album cover plus the opera/play theatre vibe given to you by the album SCREAMS masquerade play gala, not really those three words but those are what come into mind?? thoughts?

Hello lovely people, I’ve begun talking to someone (nothing serious but I’m hoping to take her out on a date). She recently told me shes recovering from an ED. She told me she was treated for it but still has good and bad days (including throwing up that morning, which prompted the conversation). She also told me is one of her triggers. I haven’t dealt with an ED nor do I have anyone to ask. I’ll make any potential communication as clear as I can with her but:
Do you have any general advice? Would going out to eat be a bad first date now? If you have a bad day, is there anything your friends/partner can do to make it a little better?

My girlfriend broke up with me after starting to work with a new therapist. We had a perfectly healthy, happy, and normal relationship for 5 months despite her bipolar disorder. I am 18 years younger than her, which was no issue to her throughout our relationship.
On two previous occasions, her past therapists and psychiatrists had her open up about her childhood trauma. Both of these times, she’d fall into a depressive state saying she couldn’t “have sex or contact with any man” but also pleaded for me to give her time and be understanding. She insisted she didn’t want me to break up with her and she didn’t want to lose me. She also mention that I had met the manic side of her when we started dating, and that her manic state was under control during these times.
In both of those cases, we talked things out, and she’d leave the ball in my court saying I needed to think about what’s best for my future and whether this is truly what I want. She would also mention that her therapist does not recommend the relationship because her condition will only be getting worse. Both times I was extremely understanding and patient because I knew she was on a medication plan and seeing her therapists regularly for treatment. I agreed to stay and the relationship continued happily like normal.
Well a month ago, when our relationship was going perfectly with no issues in sight, she started working with a new therapist who had her open up about her past trauma as well. After that appointment, she said she was so saddened by what the therapist recommended to her. She even broke down at work the following morning and needed to increase her dosage of clonazepam to stay sedated all day long. She broke up with me later that week, using what reasons her therapist told her to say to avoid speaking about her trauma. That our 18 year age difference was inappropriate and she needed to do what was “the correct thing to do”. She said the relationship was setup during a manic state when she wasn’t herself and she was being immature. She said I’m not the correct person and what she was doing was wrong. She finally admitted my true age to her mother whom she lives with and takes of, and her mother was angry saying I could be her son.
She was Extremely adamant and direct, and left me with zero other option or the chance to discuss this. She kept saying we could be friends and she even offered to help me find another partner.
Well she reached out to me several times by text over the next 2 weeks, every time I told her how emotionally hurt I was or how much I missed her or tried to discuss this together, it was immediately met with an adamant no, “I can only offer we be friends”, “God will bless you with a beautiful woman”, “We are not dating, don’t expect me to come back because it’s not going to happen“. “It is better we stay this way”, “ I know it’s a horrible pain, but in the future you will be happy with this decision”.
After 3 weeks, she noticed I was still depressed and sad in person. She later called me and explained how she left because she didn’t want to be in a relationship at all. She didn’t understand why this was still bothering me after a month. She said she doesn’t want to date or talk to other men, she’s avoiding other people at work, she doesn’t want people talking to her, she wants to be alone. She said she even feels disgusted when her mother tries to touch her or kiss her. She doesn’t feel “love” as an emotion at all. She feels horrible and numb. She said seeing me depressed is hurting her treatment and worsening her depression. She feels absolutely horrible for hurting me this way.
She was breaking down crying another say over the phone saying “I hope one day you can forgive me. I feel so awful, you don’t know how much pain this is giving me inside. God knows I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m sorry for pushing you away. I just wanted the best for you. You didn’t deserve this. You didn’t deserve to meet me.”
Only in the past couple days has she started eating lunch with me again and talking to me as a friend again in-person at work. She hasn’t said or hinted anything about the relationship and talks to me as if the relationship never even happened. She sounds like her happy self again but shows no signs of being romantically attached.
She even asked me to send her all of our pictures together and our messages sent to each other so she could keep them as memories.
I know this woman was truly and incredibly in love with me all of these months. She never stopped telling me how blessed she was that I was in her life and how much her and her mother adore me and love me. She always talked about our future together and how good of a partner I was to her.
I don’t know what to do at this point and I need advice please. This is the first time she has had this same type of depressive episode and didn’t give me the choice to stay in the relationship. Ever since the breakup I have stayed her friend and have stayed in contact but I am trying not to bring up the relationship to respect her boundaries that her and her therapist have created.
What do I do in this situation? Will she come back to me?

got myself through the door for a sales internship at a decent tech company by cold emailing the hiring manager.
1st round interviewer didn't show up this morning. I found his phone and called him to follow up. he told me he was in a meeting and ended the phone call without rescheduling and saying "someone will be emailing me".
he has major typos in his emails and his calendar shows 100% availability throughout the workday. which tells me that he is not very organized.
I'm very confident I'm a good fit for this role and I don't want to miss my chances just because of a disorganized recruiter. What can I do/say to increase my chances? should i email him and if he ignores, follow up by ccing the hiring manager?

To start, I'm in NY. My child has had a horrible year of KINDERGARTEN. Yes, kindergarten. First few weeks of school,my son was getting punched by one particular student, kicked, cursed at and bullied. I advocated to no end, constant calls to the principal, the nurse, attempts at communication with the teacher to no avail. Generally he'd be deemed a liar essentially, or they'd claim "the cameras didn't catch it" or no staff member witnessed it. 2 DASA forms later, both determined unfounded, a handful of meetings with staff, calls to the superintendent's office and a mass amount of confusion,poor communication - they treated my son like a head case for being triggered by these same 3-4 students that continued to harass him through out the year. I've kept him home on some occasions until they'd come up with a new plan or resolution and he'd return and we'd see what happens only to have the process repeat and continue. By the end of January, they FINALLY removed the primary instigator from his class after charging across the classroom to slap my child across the face (this happened TWICE the same exact way only a week apart from each other). By this point, ky child had some mild aggression towards said students but the school took this as a point to send my son into the psychologist's office, the social worker, principal here there every where, every day without telling me. When I found out the severity, I threw a fit. Finally got someone from superintendent's office to call me back, she heard me out and seemed to take my case seriously. She arranged a meeting immediately. She scolded all staff members present for their poor communication and made clear of what was expected. Changes were directed to be made. I felt confident that maybe they'd finally do right by my child to give the safe, positive environment and education they deserve. Things seemed to improve, my child had more positive things to say about school (as they refused to talk about it for the whole year because they never wanted to even go). About a month or so after this meeting, brings us to about a week ago, my child discloses to me they are still going to the psychologist's several times a day every day and this conversation was prompted by a very invasive phone call from this "doctor" questioning my personal life. My child said she had been probing them about personal information too. Because of the excessive nature of these "earned breaks" out of class as my child's "reward" for good behavior, I called the superintendent to inform her that the staff had not followed her direction for the new plan. She lashes out at me and is wildly inappropriate with me. At this point, I write a letter via email to the principal (who I literally speak to at least 2 times a week this ENTIRE year since noone else communicates with me or calls me back), I inform him to discontinue all intersctions, sessions, groups etc with this woman (also worth noting, no my child has no diagnoses, no BIP, no IEP, no official mental disorders or disabilities as per the pediatrician and an evaluation by a licensed therapist as per the psychologist's recommendation-which i knew was bs but to appease and do the right thing, I had it done anyway). My child comes home that day and he didn't get sent to her office, they sent HER to my child's class to sit with them???!!!? At this point, I'm livid and have lost all patience and am now deficit in trust with these people. My child goes to school the next day, as I try to figure out what to do, calling education lawyers left and right with no success.
Here's where it goes from horrible to absolutely insanely ridiculously terrifying. I notice a small bruise on my child's outer forearm. I ask about it, they tell me the teacher grabbed their arm too hard "squeezed" like this my child gripped with white knuckles and teeth gritting. I'm horrified. Livid. Can't wrap my head around it but honestly in my heart, not entirely surprised.. this sad excuse for a teacher has been dismissive, neglectful, refuses to take accountability or responsibility, passive aggressive and nasty attitude anytime she had to dare waste her time talking to me, which has been one of the largest issues this year. This woman does not tell me what's happening ever. And always addressing literally any single issue with my child. For example, my child saying "butt" was deemed inappropriate language from her on a daily sheet report and only once i called and demanded what she was referring she said such language was "butt" ... Give me a break. She sends my child out to these other staff members whenever she doesn't want to deal seemingly because of my complaints about her poor practices. NOW, once my child tells me this, we go to the precinct to get it at least reported and documented and first thing the next morning, we go to the pediatrician. She documented as well and had to hear my child's account of what happened which she also documented. I took pictures the night of, the next morning and in the doctor's office. I kept my child home, of course and the principal contacts me. I tell him what I had been told from my child, and he says he'll address the teacher about it. She blatantly denies it. My child said they said "ow" to which she said "sorry" so she acknowledged she hurt them, and never informed me. Within 24 hours of my reporting her injuring my child, CPS knocks on my door with a wild accusation against me in hand. I explain to the investigator what has transpired and showed my child's arm, she documented that and with all the information I gave her and the things she confirmed with me, it became quite obvious the school made this allegation. She acknowledged that the more info she was getting from me, the more the picture was becoming clear of what was going on. I continue to tey to contact an education lawyer but I don't know what to do. None will call me back although the one that did I absolutely can not afford $5k retainer and $500/hr. Does anyone have any advice of what I can do or any resources? I've been collecting documents and also have yet to get my child's records which they also have refused to give me. I have a formal letter written for these records now that I'm submitting Monday. I have dates of incidents roughly not all of them, I have some phone calls recorded, held on to hand written noted given by the teacher, etc. Any advice would be absolutely appreciated!! Please help me protect my child!

On our 5th wedding anniversary, my husband and I went to our ultrasound this morning hopeful. We had 5 doubling betas (last two were slower at 60ish hours but still well under 72 and within range for the week I was in). The only concerning symptom I had was the faintest pink spotting when I wiped, here and there.
The tech couldn’t find the pregnancy at first, and I got the classic “you may not be as far along as you thought” line before she finally found it. A sac, fetal pole and embryo. She never showed me the screen and I later saw in my chart that the baby had a good heartbeat 💔 baby was thriving, in my tube.
Our last ectopic was treated with methotrexate so I was expecting the same, but instead I was ordered to have emergency surgery and lost my right tube. I wouldn’t wish reopening loss trauma wounds on my worst enemy. Prayers everyone else’s PAL result in happy healthy babies. ❤️‍🩹

To start, I'm in NY. My child has had a horrible year of KINDERGARTEN. Yes, kindergarten. First few weeks of school,my son was getting punched by one particular student, kicked, cursed at and bullied. I advocated to no end, constant calls to the principal, the nurse, attempts at communication with the teacher to no avail. Generally he'd be deemed a liar essentially, or they'd claim "the cameras didn't catch it" or no staff member witnessed it. 2 DASA forms later, both determined unfounded, a handful of meetings with staff, calls to the superintendent's office and a mass amount of confusion,poor communication - they treated my son like a head case for being triggered by these same 3-4 students that continued to harass him through out the year. I've kept him home on some occasions until they'd come up with a new plan or resolution and he'd return and we'd see what happens only to have the process repeat and continue. By the end of January, they FINALLY removed the primary instigator from his class after charging across the classroom to slap my child across the face (this happened TWICE the same exact way only a week apart from each other). By this point, ky child had some mild aggression towards said students but the school took this as a point to send my son into the psychologist's office, the social worker, principal here there every where, every day without telling me. When I found out the severity, I threw a fit. Finally got someone from superintendent's office to call me back, she heard me out and seemed to take my case seriously. She arranged a meeting immediately. She scolded all staff members present for their poor communication and made clear of what was expected. Changes were directed to be made. I felt confident that maybe they'd finally do right by my child to give the safe, positive environment and education they deserve. Things seemed to improve, my child had more positive things to say about school (as they refused to talk about it for the whole year because they never wanted to even go). About a month or so after this meeting, brings us to about a week ago, my child discloses to me they are still going to the psychologist's several times a day every day and this conversation was prompted by a very invasive phone call from this "doctor" questioning my personal life. My child said she had been probing them about personal information too. Because of the excessive nature of these "earned breaks" out of class as my child's "reward" for good behavior, I called the superintendent to inform her that the staff had not followed her direction for the new plan. She lashes out at me and is wildly inappropriate with me. At this point, I write a letter via email to the principal (who I literally speak to at least 2 times a week this ENTIRE year since noone else communicates with me or calls me back), I inform him to discontinue all intersctions, sessions, groups etc with this woman (also worth noting, no my child has no diagnoses, no BIP, no IEP, no official mental disorders or disabilities as per the pediatrician and an evaluation by a licensed therapist as per the psychologist's recommendation-which i knew was bs but to appease and do the right thing, I had it done anyway). My child comes home that day and he didn't get sent to her office, they sent HER to my child's class to sit with them???!!!? At this point, I'm livid and have lost all patience and am now deficit in trust with these people. My child goes to school the next day, as I try to figure out what to do, calling education lawyers left and right with no success.
Here's where it goes from horrible to absolutely insanely ridiculously terrifying. I notice a small bruise on my child's outer forearm. I ask about it, they tell me the teacher grabbed their arm too hard "squeezed" like this my child gripped with white knuckles and teeth gritting. I'm horrified. Livid. Can't wrap my head around it but honestly in my heart, not entirely surprised.. this sad excuse for a teacher has been dismissive, neglectful, refuses to take accountability or responsibility, passive aggressive and nasty attitude anytime she had to dare waste her time talking to me, which has been one of the largest issues this year. This woman does not tell me what's happening ever. And always addressing literally any single issue with my child. For example, my child saying "butt" was deemed inappropriate language from her on a daily sheet report and only once i called and demanded what she was referring she said such language was "butt" ... Give me a break. She sends my child out to these other staff members whenever she doesn't want to deal seemingly because of my complaints about her poor practices. NOW, once my child tells me this, we go to the precinct to get it at least reported and documented and first thing the next morning, we go to the pediatrician. She documented as well and had to hear my child's account of what happened which she also documented. I took pictures the night of, the next morning and in the doctor's office. I kept my child home, of course and the principal contacts me. I tell him what I had been told from my child, and he says he'll address the teacher about it. She blatantly denies it. My child said they said "ow" to which she said "sorry" so she acknowledged she hurt them, and never informed me. Within 24 hours of my reporting her injuring my child, CPS knocks on my door with a wild accusation against me in hand. I explain to the investigator what has transpired and showed my child's arm, she documented that and with all the information I gave her and the things she confirmed with me, it became quite obvious the school made this allegation. She acknowledged that the more info she was getting from me, the more the picture was becoming clear of what was going on. I continue to tey to contact an education lawyer but I don't know what to do. None will call me back although the one that did I absolutely can not afford $5k retainer and $500/hr. Does anyone have any advice of what I can do or any resources? I've been collecting documents and also have yet to get my child's records which they also have refused to give me. I have a formal letter written for these records now that I'm submitting Monday. I have dates of incidents roughly not all of them, I have some phone calls recorded, held on to hand written noted given by the teacher, etc. Any advice would be absolutely appreciated!! Please help me protect my child!

This is an old story, like, more than 10 years old, but I occasionally find myself thinking and still fuming about this, and I don't have anyone to tell it to.
I had a job working at a Headstart preschool. It didn't pay great, but I loved the work. Like, to the point that I would sometimes go in when on my days off because it was fun job. I loved the kids, I felt like I was doing something meaningful - we were a preschool in a very low income area, we had kids from the local homeless shelter, new immigrants, kids who had been kicked out of other preschools for behavior issues... we took them all, and it was great.
It was just a satisfying job that was also, somehow, not too mentally taxing. Like, when I went home from work, i was home. It wasn't like when I taught at an elementary school and would go home and do hours of work to prepare for the next day. It honestly was just a joy to go to work, something I know is incredibly rare and I truly valued it.
I had a coteacher, who I'll call Shelly. Shelly and I got along alright, not amazingly, but alright. Although over the years, she changed in some odd ways. The first and weirdest one was she began to smell. Our preschool was not religious, but it was located in a large, old school Anglican church, with very high ceilings, and there were days that I would walk into the church (not our preschool classrooms) and be able to smell that she was there. That's how bad it was. And it was doubly frustrating because we had very different fashion styles. She tended to dress up ,and I always was in jeans and a t-shirt. So while I don't know for sure, I'm would imagine anyone coming into the room would smell the B.O., look at the two adults in the room, and think "well, that must be coming off the woman in the old t-shirt, can't be from the woman in the little black dress."
But I tolerated it because what else could I do? We were a small preschool, no HR department. And I don't know how to bring that up without being super rude.
But that wasn't the thing that ruined the job.
Our preschool had two separate programs, morning and afternoon, with room for 16 kids in each. Because of the neighborhood we were in, there were a lot of kids who would come and go (like, kids from the shelter who would get housing, and move away, that sort of thing), so our supervisor was always out doing community outreach to make sure we were full. We weren't always full, but that was part of her job.
But our supervisor ended up making a financial error, and got fired (she landed on her feet, I still hear from her occasionally, she's fine). The board of trustees offered me the job, but I know I'm not an administrator, so I refused, and they offered it to my coworker Shelly. And she took it. Which initially I was happy about because it would mean she would not be in the classrooms with me, and I wouldn't have to smell her.
One of the first things Shelly did was align our preschool with a large local community center. Which meant we were no longer an independent preschool run by a board of trustees made up of a bunch of old church ladies, we were now a part of a large organization with hundreds of staff. There was a slight increase in benefits, which initially came with a slight decrease in pay, which I remember finding a bit funny, but that was fine.
But almost immediately things got worse at the actual job. Our preschool was maybe a 4 minute walk away from a local library, with no street crossings in between, and we had, for years, taken our kids to the library once a month. We'd usually ask for one parent volunteer for that day, and if we couldn't get one, we'd ask a librarian to come to the preschool and walk with us so the kids would be safe. Suddenly, that was no longer permitted because of safety and liability concerns (the community center was not willing to take the risk).
For years we had had random "water days" in the summer when it was really hot, where we would set up kiddy pools and sprinklers in our little backyard. I had gone and bought a bunch of kids clothes from local thrift shops using my own money and we would tell parents at the beginning of the summer that if the weather was hot, we would have water play day, and then if they were too wet, we would put them in the thrift store clothing, send them home and ask the parents to return the thrift store clothes. We would get about 80% of the clothing back, but it was fine. The kids loved it, no parents ever complained. But the Community Center said that wasn't allowed anymore. We could only have Water Days on preplanned days when the parents could send their own change of clothing. And that effectively ended it because how could we know when the weather was going to be good for it?
We had also done monthly field trips to local museums and parks (again, always with volunteers -- we had 3 volunteers who came on regular days every week, and we would ask for parent volunteers as well). But the Community Center thought this was too much of a liability risk and no longer permitted it. So that sucked.
But then something else began to happen. When we would lose children from the program due to them moving or aging out, they were not getting replaced, and our numbers got really low. This had happened before, but only ever for a month or so. This went on for several months. And of course, the Health Center was super concerned. Because while we were a non-profit, and the parents didn't pay, we got money from the government to cover the cost of each child, and if there weren't enough children, the preschool would actually lose money.
The Health Center started coming down on Shelly after maybe 6 months of this, but it just didn't get better. I arrived one morning to do my morning preparations and I could hear Shelly in the office with someone from the Community Center, and Shelly was yelling something or other, and then I heard her say "Well, maybe I shouldn't be here then", and that was the last I saw her for almost a year. She quit that day.
We got a new supervisor within a week, who did the proper community outreach, and we were filled within maybe 2 weeks again. So Shelly just hadn't done her job. But the problem was that 6 months of not being full had put us very firmly in the red, so the Community Center decided to stop our preschool having 2 programs for the morning and afternoon and reduced us to one full day program. And that's when everything fully went to shit.
When you have a preschool that is open for 6 hours or more, suddenly there are things legally mandated by the government that you have to do. We had to provide breakfast, 2 snacks, and lunch. We had to have a nap time, craft time, and indoor and outdoor playtime (separate times). And this would have been fine except for the fact that the community center had another preschool and so to save costs, they decided to combine the bus routes, which because of timing and schedules meant that our kids were with us for exactly 6 hours.
All of those government mandated things? They take up exactly six hours. So we had ZERO flexibility. I don't know if you noticed, but there was nothing in that list of things that included activities like reading together, circle time, etc. Basically, there was now no real teaching time going on.
Oh, and naptime was hell. People think it would be relaxing, but trying to get 16 kids to go to sleep at the same time is a nightmare. They are not all tired at the same time. Some of them don't nap anymore. Some of them cry, some of them need to be held to fall asleep, and then others get jealous, it was just... the worst. And it was government mandated to be, I think 2 hours? So it was two hours of trying to get kids to stay on their cots. I hated every second of it. We all did.
I was literally sneaking time during this whole ordeal to read and do educational circle activities with the kids. Like, I'm not exaggerating. My supervisor would be out for the day for something and I would think "OH GOOD! She's gone, I can have storytime today! Maybe we can do a counting game! YAY!" Because I would get in trouble if she was around because it was taking away from the things that we were legally required to do. The job went from being super fun, fulfilling and meaningful to feeling like I was babysitting and just making sure the kids didn't die.
I was the last of the "old" teachers to quit. I stuck it out for maybe 18 months. There had been, I think 5 staff from before the Community Health Center. The rest of them all quit within the first year.
Now, this might seem like just a random consequence of Shelly being bad at her job. But here's where it gets worse. Maybe 2 months before I quit ( and yeah, this definitely had an effect on me and wanting to stay), Shelly came back to visit. She and I were having a friendly chat, and I was telling her about the changes and how we were now a full day program and she looks away and says -- "You know, when I started, it was just half day. Not two half day programs, we were only open in the morning. I really liked it then. And I didn't need any more hours, that was enough for me to live on."
I looked at her a bit confused and said "well, I'm glad it was 2 half day programs by the time I started, I could barely make due with that income, to be honest."
And she shrugged, and then said "I kinda thought that if we couldn't fill the two halves, the Community Center would take it back to just mornings. I guess they went the other way."
And I just stared at her. And I think we spoke for a few more minutes and then she left.
She never said it outright, but I'm certain she deliberately tanked the program to try and cut it back to a halfday program but they went in the opposite direction. And made a wonderful job into a miserable one. And I think that was what took the wind out of my sails. I was out of there (and literally out of the country -- I live in Korea now) within a couple of months.

Amy’s new podcast is so good and a fun listen. Drama, Darlings has a catchy theme song, quotes taken from episodes and my favorite part that she executes so well are the “callers”. She has her patreon payers, the darlings, in a round table zoom and they are delightful with their hot takes. It’s everything Michelle promised and more. Amy is only like a month into producing her pod and it delivers. But I want to thank Michelle. Her low effort pod made me appreciate how much work Amy has put into Drama, Darlings. I would have taken Amy’s hard work and vision for her pod for granted without Michelle’s over promising, never delivering and then complaining about her listeners.

I Delilah (22 F) and my dad (46 M) have never had a good relationship he has always had issues with substance abuse has been verbally and physically abusive with me and left me my sister and mom when I was six after cheating on her, she received no child support. My dad was also in and out of rehab when he did live with us he also spent some time in jail.
A year back he reached out via social media and told me that he had met the one and was getting married he wanted me to be a part of the wedding I told him I would go but I didn't want to be apart of the wedding because I felt uncomfortable considering this was the women he left my mom for and they had an on and off relation ship.
The day of the wedding I show up and it is way nicer then the wedding my mom and him had but that is not what really set me off it was mainly all of the time lines they all said that they had been dating while my mom and him were still together which wouldn't be a huge deal but it felt as though she was rubbing it in my face that he cheated on my mom but this is not when it started.
We are at the reception and she stands up to give a speech and in this speech she says quote "I'm so happy when we met you came to your senses and left that ugly wife and weird kids we make a better family then they ever did and Delilah I know your here but I wish you weren't and I pray you will soon be out of his life" I could not believe the words coming out of this women's mouth I was about to lose it right then and there but I am a very calm person so I decided that for now I would let her finish and talk to her after.
As the night goes on I decide to walk over and tell her that I am now trying to fix my relationship with my father and she should support him reconnecting with his old family. To which she replies he doesn't need his old family that's why he married me. To this I completely lost it and threw her bouquet screaming if she wants to ruin my relationship with him I will ruin theirs too. As you can imagine she hit me and we just kept going at it, it took my dad and my boyfriend to separate us. My family says I was being a bitch what do you guys think.

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Hi all, just a quick preface, I'm only posting this incase someone else tries to search for this because I was at it for hours and it might save someone's life. I'm so glad we were home and it didn't happen in the middle of the night. I feel like writing it like a story so I'm gonna. Tldr at bottom.
This morning I was up early as I've been for the last few days, my cat just got spayed so I've been sleeping in little spurts with her as much as possible.
It was around 8am or so at this point after sitting with her in the living room just zoning out on my phone killing time with my cat and wife napping beside me when out of nowhere I get hit with a smell, hard.
Kinda hammy. Kinda like a ham that's just about to go bad or just turned bad. It filled the entire house. It was serious. Filled the house in a matter of minutes. I jokingly said to my cat "Are you smelly? Do your farts smell like old ham or something?" She replied "meow" as she usually does as she's quite vocal. This discussion woke my wife who I asked, "Do you smell some old ham or something?"
Before she can even open her eyes the smell intensifies. It's now so strong it's making me feel a bit nauseous."Yeah what is that" she says popping up pretty quickly looking puzzled or disgusted. "It literally just came out of nowhere and it's getting waaay worse by, like, the minute." I responded.
So we open the door and screen door window quickly, place a fan in front of it. By this point it's making me feel worse, my mouths watering a slight amount like I'm going to vomit if it gets much worse.
We are both running around the house trying to figure out where the hell this smell is coming from. She mentions it has a slight paint thinner-esque smell to it but I didn't really smell anything but overwhelming old ham.
We had our HVAC system checked out a few weeks ago and found out it was leaking coolant and after googling weird smells in the house with no results about ham she found the coolant can smell like paint thinner among other things however ham was not on the list so I call the guy who did the HVAC work anyway just to see what he thought.
He basically said it should be odorless and would stop by anyway Monday as he was visiting family and took the day and weekend to do so. So we start googling like crazy. Not finding anything but click bait articles about the usual bad house smells, you know dead animals in the vents, gas leaks, sewage fumes, fishy-smelling electrical fires and the usual stuff. I tried every key word I could think of to get different results.
Dead animals don't bother me, my stomachs pretty strong when it comes to that, didn't smell fishy, if it was sewage I figured I'd be blowing chunks as I'm pretty sensitive to the smell because of something gross that happened to me when I was young and it just didn't smell like sewage. We don't have gas so it wasn't that.
At this point I have no idea and I feel pretty awful so I decide to step out back and me and the wife basically both had the same idea at the same time to call the non-emergency fire department to as she's feeling weird too. They come out and have a gas and co2 meter thing that I'm sure checks for other stuff too with nothing showing up. They smell it too and I ask since they just got here if they smell it from the vent when I turn the AC on. Figured maybe a fresh nose in the place would be able to point it out if it did.
Nope the place smells less hammy to me almost as soon as the vents start to push air. They look around a bit more and have no idea what it could be or where it's coming from. At this point I'm stumped, they leave and it's back to Google. Finding almost nothing even close to what I have going on I decide to go underneath the house ( it's a trailer or mobile home ) and make sure nothing died under there or if I can even smell anything under there at all.
There was a couple cat poops from before we sealed up the side right I assume but no smell, nothing. At this point I'm clueless and not sure what to do or who to call but the smell is coming and going in waves now. Super strong to almost gone every 20 minutes or so except for one little spot in the kitchen it seemed to persist a bit. I'm checking everything I can at this point and it's just about 4pm.
I call the sewage company, maintenence comes to check the line and whatever. He comes in to see if he smells it and thinks it's sewage and after a bit he's not too sure. He recommends getting someone to check my air vents for something dead or left behind like a rodent or his meal and also to pour some water down the drains we haven't been using to make sure the traps are full and keeping sewage smell and fumes out just to be safe. I gladly take any advice I hear and have read so far and he leaves.
I start calling HVAC companies who are telling me they don't do dead animal removal in vents, and to call a pest removal company. What? Okay. So I call a pest company who tells me to call an HVAC company... who tells me to call pest control... who tells me to call animal control.. who tells me to call an HVAC company. I am still not sure who to call if you can't get into the vents easily and need them checked but it seems to be a different branch or kind of animal control but they're not answering.
I basically rip apart the kitchen, moving furniture, checking all the cupboards, the fridge, the dry food and anything I see. What about the water i left in the instant pot? No. Nothing. Anywhere. Just hammyness. The vents? Sure smells like fresh air.
I'm getting no where. It's almost 5:30 at this point, everything is closing or closed besides 24 hour places who are going to charge me an arm or two tonight and I have no clue about the weekend. I sadly sit down on the couch after I mess with the thermostat just trying to see if I can make it any better.
My wife steps outside because this wave is smacking her hard. At this point I had smelled a slightly chemical smell mixed in with the harsh hammyness a couple times but I don't recognize it at all. I'm thinking of dropping out the air duct myself, moving the fridge to check behind it. Everything. I get up to join her outside and that's when it happens.
ZZZZZZZzzzzzzzZzzZZZAP POP. It comes from the kitchen and instantly I know what it is. I look at my wife and say "of course, ham!" She's confused and asks "Ham? What was that noise" as I'm running toward the kitchen.
It was the vent light on the oven hood. You know the thing with a vent that probably has bacon grease and other food oils up in there. There's smoke and it smells HAMMY. I run to the breaker box and kill the power and we grab fire extinguishers. Luckily no fire. But we almost left the house to go to my mom's or a hotel until we could get it looked at several times but something kept telling me not to leave. And I'm really glad we didn't.
TL;DR house started to smell like almost bad ham and paint thinner or some kind of chemicals possibly sewage in a matter of minutes, turns out range hood was trying to start an electrical fire.
Moral of the story is if you smell slightly bad food and chemicals, flip the breaker and see if it goes away. Might just be about to have a serious problem.

Hey guys. So I recently went on a date with a guy and he flirted/told jokes in the beginning and I asked about him more and he asked about me. Then we went outside and he said you’re new to dating? I said yeah.. it was my 2nd date and I said I’m here to date and see how things go but not ready for something serious yet. He nodded his head and said he’s looking for a gf but open to getting new friends too since he’s new to the city. But then he asked about my dating experiences on the app and I just said I had one awkward date and I asked him his. He said he had a few odd ones but then starting talking about how he met some professor type girl from an Ivy League school? I said oh wow she’s smart and he nodded his head and said yea yeah she’s smart. But she canceled the date right before meeting? Then he had 2 relationships and one was short(also with a professor but apparently she had a bf already for 10 years) and one ended last year(he got a bit sad and quiet there). I felt bad though bc he’s talking about his previous dates with professors(I guess his type?) when I’m not one?
I felt like I wasn’t important or good enough/smart enough. Then we talked a bit more about interests and he hugged me and we left. Both said we had a nice time later and I told him I liked his hugs and chill attitude and he just said “I try :)”? He didn’t say what he liked about me? He asked if I wanted to meet again and I said yes. He asked if I saw a potential romantic connection and I said it’s only been one date so I’m not sure. He said he’d like to see if there could be something romantic. He said he wanted to ask to kiss me but thought it would be weird bc we said no expectations before? I said I never kissed a guy but was open to it and he said he could be my first if I liked? I said okay :). That was on Sunday morning. Then he didn’t text again till Monday at 3 pm? And just said “how are you.” That’s it. Before he used to say good morning! How’s your day going? Etc. So yeah then I texted him at 6 pm and said I’m ok how are you. He didn’t text me till 11 pm and just said he’s doing well and asked if I’m able to come to the main city later? I didn’t say anything for the entire Tuesday. He just texted Tuesday at 10 pm “I guess not :)” I mean he was acting diff now after the date. I felt so bad on Monday bc he barely texted me after saying he wanted to see me again. So today I just told him I thought we didn’t have a strong connection and I was confused before and we didn't have much in common(he's into history and museums a lot but I'm not that into it). and all he did was gave it a thumbs up? That’s it? Then I saw on his insta, he added a new girl and she followed him too. Are all guys like this? So many show interest in the beginning lile good morning or hows your day going! txts but later do this? Did I do something wrong? bc I liked this guy a bit after meeting him in person more and his hugs.

Hello!
Leaving Rapid City to the Badlands and then onward to Chicago tomorrow morning.
Does anyone know where to get good “Indian Tacos”? I can’t find many options on Google except for restaurants - hoping to find a roadside stand/street food.
Thank you!

Just finished my first year in CS and thought I'd have an amazing summer filled with work, projects, a good social life, and some free time for doing whatever I feel like. Fast forward 1 month into summer, pretty much none of these things have come true.
After first week of summer, I started feeling a bit depressed, but it wasnt too bad. Now, I feel like crap for most of the day. Mornings are the worst, and I often wake up with my heart pounding very fast at negative thoughts. I come from a lower middle class household and despite this, my parents are super supportive of everything, wanting to provide me with the best resources to succeed. My parents have had to bear the expense of sending me and two other siblings to post secondary all within the last 2 years. Because of this, I absolutely do no want to let them down in any way, and I also worry a lot about their future, both health wise and financially. Thinking constantly about my parents finances and health is pretty much the main source of the depression.
Because of these mental health issues, I'm never able to focus and put my mind to anything, whether that be working on projects, trying to find a job, or interacting with peers. My days usually pass with me having accomplished nothing from the time I wake up to time I go to bed, and this makes me feel even worse. The fact that my parents are so supportive and care so much about me makes me feel even more guilty and sends me down an even deeper state of depression.
Not sure what I'm even trying to get at here, but if anyone has thoughts, comments, or has experienced something similar, please share.

I took my reactive 4yo border collie/lab mix to the vet today and the vet tech completely destroyed all improvements we had made. He is a rescue with a history of abuse that influence his triggers and the vet has always been a fear point. He always gets muzzled and medicated before going as a safety although he has only reacted previously to one vet tech with facial hair. The last appointment he did great and they kept telling me how good he was. Well that all changed this morning.
It was just suppose to be a well-check to get his vaccines updated but the tech came in (one we hadn’t see before) clinging to the wall with an air of fright even I could feel. My dog just paced by me but was calm and would sit when asked. Then they left and came back in with another tech quickly on their heels which startled him into barking once and lunging. Instead of staying calm they both ran out of the room. So my dog of course now thinks that this is valid response to get out of them there and barked every time they tried to come back to the door. Even his high value treats wouldn’t pull his attention back. It took me standing between him and the door to get him to sit and focus on me but of course during this the tech keeps bouncing back and forth in front of the door which just makes him more scared.
We didn’t even get to see the vet but were sent home and told to double his gabapentin and trazodone before coming back next week.

Good morning/afternoon/evening!
Call me Saige! I'm a 27 yr old non-binary with nearly 10 years of writing experience. I have been unsuccessful responding to ads on here, so I thought I'd put up one of my own. My preferred style is third-person paragraph. I can write out anywhere from one to four paragraphs based on where the plot is going, and I'd like to find a writing partner who can match my style. As commonly seen on here, my preferred platform is Discord. I AM NOT REPLACING ANY CURRENT PARTNERS!
Now, on to the plots! My favorite plots are supernatural themes (vampires, werewolves, witches, etc.). My other plots include: a new guitarist is hired for a cover band and ends up falling for the lead singer (MxM); college roommates to lovers (one is female, the other is female-fronting non-binary); people with superpowers or extra abilities. On the fandom side, the only fandom I rp is Hazbin Hotel. My preferred pairing is Radiodust, or OC x Canon.
If you're interested in starting a plot with me, just DM me. And please don't start your message with "wanna rp?" Tell me a little about yourself and which plot you're interested in! If you've made it this far, thank you for taking the time to read through, and I look forward to hearing from you!

(Posting this in other communities I’m part of)
both f20- my partner and I ended things today after a week of space that I asked for. We talked about things we reflected on during the week, realizations we had, and she decided that we needed to part and put ourselves first. We cried, held each other, apologized, cried more, laughed about how snotty we were from crying and the sounds we were making, thanked each other, and hugged for a really long time. I said goodbye to her dog, we said I love you and I went home. We’re going to have no contact for a month or two, and whenever the time is right we’ll reconnect and see how things are.
I have BPD and have known deep down for years, but in this relationship specifically I tried to hide it and pretend like it wasn’t really there. In her last relationship, her partner had bpd and it was really hard for them, specifically for my partner. For some reason I felt like because of that, I couldn’t have what I knew I was going to have no matter what. I felt like I had done “enough” work (I now know that there’s no such thing, I’m always going to have to consciously and consistently work on my headspace) and quickly told myself it wasn’t going to be an issue.
It was fine for a few months, then it wasn’t. We went through a lot of back and forth, we’d be good for a bit then we wouldn’t, again and again. All of my symptoms started to creep back in, even though the love was and is still very much there, and i subconsciously and stupidly ruined the relationship and hurt her in a way that I promised I never would. It would have been so much easier to just find the right words and tell her what was going on then and there. But I never could and it was very hard for her. I had a self imposed mental block stopping me. She showed me endless patience, assured me of her love and that I could always just talk to her.
I abruptly left her house one night because I felt sick, but I was also at a breaking point with my mind and was letting “that” side of it win. I drove home, she called and asked me what was going on, and I ended up saying I wanted a break. As soon as I said it I immediately regretted it but it was too late. We agreed on a week and I had the intention to figure out what I was really feeling, accept what it was, and figure out how to talk to her. I did all of that and got a lot of clarity on everything. But I have a feeling now that it was already over, at least before we talked about it. We talked and said what we had to say. She’s rightfully hurt by the person I’ve become and can’t be in a relationship with someone that makes her feel like that. And I’m proud of her for making that decision. I’m also devastated for her and disgusted with myself that i became another person she’s loved that has made her do that.
no contact for a month or two, we’re going to come back to ourselves, be with friends, work on the things that need work, and grow, then whenever the time comes we’ll reconnect. She doesn’t know if we’re going to try again at the end of all of this and thinking of the uncertainty makes me physically sick. It’s insane that all of this had to happen for me to realize that I can’t continue to be the way I am and that the love I have for her should have come first.
my head is killing me from crying, my wrist is sore from writing, and I wish I was holding her.
I’m fully responsible for all of it, at some point this was going to be the only outcome. I know the time we take will be immensely helpful for both of us, and whether it’s together or apart everything will work out. But it still hurts like nothing I’ve ever felt before. She’s been my best friend for a year and the only person I’d want to talk to, especially now. Even silly or boring things.
Idk what kind of feedback I’m looking for, I’m just sad and hate that I know I’m going to wake up tomorrow morning, and have forgotten about all of this for a few moments before I remember.
Has anyone gone through this? What happened? Any advice, words of wisdom, or really anything welcome.
Tldr; partner ended our relationship because I haven’t been the best partner, and we’re still in love. I struggled with my bpd and accepting it in our specific relationship. Going no contact until we’re ready to reconnect. Overall just disappointed in my self and sad.

Good morning everyone! I would just like to get an advice whether I should get a refund on a housing property I purchased last 2018. As per my agent, after paying the 5-year equity amounting to roughly 500k, my house was supposed to be finished last November 2022. However, due to the Pandemic, construction operations were delayed and as I observed during the last site visit, the Phase where my house was supposed to be situated has not yet started and is currently on the land development process. Further, as gossiped by other people I know who have purchased a property with the said developer, even some houses on the adjacent Phase (first phase of the subdivision) are not yet finished considering that the equity has long been completed.
Now, the 3rd phase of the subdivision is already open for purchasing to the public and I have observed that the same model I got increased the monthly payment of its equity by 71%. As indicated in the contract that I signed upon purchasing the property, if I were to retract the full amount, I would lose 20% of what was already deposited and my reservation and processing fees cannot be refunded. That’s an estimate loss of almost 150k. I purchased the said house for the future should I decide to get married or if not I was planning to rent it out. I’m currently 30, single, living at our parental home. But these days, commuting has been hard for me and I was really planning to get a car and was thinking I could use the amount I get refunded (if ever I did push through with this) since I think I’m not getting married anytime soon.
Should I just wait out till the developer starts on the construction of my property or should I just accept the losses. For reference, I also had people advice me to have it assumed however, given the reputation of the slow progress of the developer, finding people who will be willing to assume the property is like finding a needle on a haystack.
Thank you in advance for your insights!