Man it’s been a journey. Quitting both substances at different times. Getting hit with two different sets of withdrawals. Safe to say the last 2 1/2 months have been the hardest of my life. All of this combined on the daily stressors of life, it’s been gnarly, brutal at times.
I’m currently in a bit of a wave of anxiety and fear. My brain seems to be recollaborating though. I can feel progress, I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Anyone out there who’s struggling, keep fighting. It’s gonna get better for all of us! Long term reward for short term pain! We got this!

Responsibilities:

• content creation: graphics (7+/week), short videos (4+/week)
• ideation: 7+/week (graphic ideas + thought-provoking content)
• engagement: engage with customers daily - repost their stories, answer their comments and DM
• scheduling: write caption and schedule posts
• task delegation: write design briefs and manage tasks for coworkers
• community management: organize channels and manage them
• host giveaways and seek for qualified affiliates (outreach)
• monitoring the stats to change the content strategy if neccessary and reporting monthly

How much would be the salary for this role?

I’m almost done with my CF at a special needs school. I applied for my CCCs a few weeks ago. Work has just felt very heavy recently. I’m the only SLP there (the other one quit, I am seeing 40 kids a week and building up a list of comp time hours). I’m drowning in work and I’m not enjoying my job - I have made this clear to admin. To make matters worse, I got hit in the head by a student yesterday and got a concussion - I am out for 2 weeks on medical leave because of it. I am supposed to have progress reports due next week but I am trying not to worry ab those. It’s not like I planned on getting a concussion just in time for progress reports to be due.
This injury has made me reconsider working here - I haven’t felt very supported by admin throughout the injury process so far. And quite frankly, I am not getting paid enough $ to risk my own health and safety every day. The hard part for me is that I love the kids I work with and I love my coworkers. I truly feel like I’m making a difference by being there because my students are ones with very serious needs and I’ve been able to help them get AAC devices and improve their communication. I guess I just don’t know when enough is enough? Being new to the field, I feel like I don’t know if I’m overreacting or if this is something others have felt too.

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Wanted to share my experience with my first time putting on the DTR… First of all, all I can say is WOAH… Lots of sensations going on, so it was pretty interesting to say the least. Coming up to today all I have used is packing and weighted tugging daily via extended Stealth Retainers, plus some manual. Made good progress with these but wanted to add more to the routine.
First off, I was expecting to feel the “stretch” when I applied tension via the rubber bands. I started with the smaller push rod and two rubber bands. Holy crap! The rubber bands caused the rod to push and pull as I moved around or whatnot. I was blown away!! I was not expecting the “dynamic” nature of the tension. Super cool! After a little while I switched to the longer rod, because one of the bands was on the loose side with the shorter rod. Longer rod was good with one band, and a bit intense with two bands. Wore it for no more than an hour and switched back to my stainless steel Stealth Retainer to give my guy a rest for the rest of the day.
Very nice build quality and the gripper did a great job holding everything in place. So far it’s a great device. My only regret is that I did not order one as a teenager 19 years ago! Love having multiple options to switch up the daily routine.
Thanks Chuck for building this beautiful machine.
Play it safe boys and KOT 🤙

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Each year, the Met Gala dazzles the world with its extravagant display of fashion and celebrity culture, but this year's event stirred up more than just admiration. As Hollywood's elite graced the red carpet, dozens of pro-Palestinian protesters gathered outside, urging attendees to acknowledge the ongoing conflict in Gaza. Now, the fallout from the event has spilled over onto social media, with users leveraging digital campaigns to hold celebrities accountable for their silence on pressing issues.
Why the Outrage?
While the Met Gala is typically celebrated for its stunning fashion statements, this year's event drew criticism for its ostentatious display of wealth amidst the backdrop of the Israeli war in Gaza. Social media platforms buzzed with commentary, with many users expressing their discontent over the disconnect between the glamorous affair and the grim realities of the world.
In the aftermath of the Met Gala, digital campaigns gained traction, urging users to boycott celebrities on social media platforms. Marcus Collins, an assistant professor of marketing at the University of Michigan, noted the significance of the event in sparking these campaigns, citing the juxtaposition between the gala and the conflict in Gaza as a catalyst for social mobilization.

Blockout2024 Movement

One prominent campaign to emerge from the backlash is #Blockout2024, spearheaded by TikToker @BlockOut2024. In a viral video, he called on users to block celebrities on social media, effectively cutting off their revenue streams from ad engagement. The movement gained momentum as users shared their own lists of blocked celebrities using hashtags such as #blockout, #digitine, and #celebrityblock.
Marie Antoinette and the Digital Guillotine Another viral moment that fueled the backlash occurred when TikToker Haley Kalil posted a video using the infamous phrase "Let them eat cake," attributed to Marie Antoinette. Dubbed the "digitize" by TikToker @LadyFromTheOutside, this digital guillotine symbolizes a call to action to block celebrities and influencers who fail to leverage their platforms for social good.
Who's on the Chopping Block?
Social media users have targeted a wide range of celebrities, including household names like Harry Styles, Jojo Siwa, Ellen DeGeneres, and Kylie Jenner. The campaign continues to evolve as users share their decisions to block specific stars daily.
Impact on Celebrities While the full extent of the backlash remains to be seen, celebrities have reportedly experienced a significant loss in followers as a result of the #Blockout2024 movement. Although the immediate impact on their online presence is unclear, the campaign has raised awareness about the power of social media users to hold influencers and celebrities accountable for their actions—or lack thereof.
As social media continues to shape public discourse and influence cultural narratives, the Met Gala controversy serves as a reminder of the platform's potential to amplify voices and catalyze meaningful change. Whether this digital activism translates into tangible consequences for celebrities remains to be seen, but one thing is certain: the era of passive consumption is giving way to a new age of social accountability.
For Socialode, our goal is not for users to listen to celebrities, but to find friends. Users shouldn't idolize a person based on their wealth or fame. Everyone should find people who like them for them and not what the world sees them as.
Every person is unique. Every person is different.
Socialode's job is to find "Real" friends for you, so you can just be you.

Hello. Got 10th boards result yesterday. Had 97.6% in main 5 subjects. This was pretty good comparing to the fact that i had daily average usage of 8 hours phone in feb and march during boards (12 hours in january). I didn't study much and am used to do good without much studying (this doesnt work in 11th i know). I thought i will get rank1 from my school (96.8% was highest last year) but am not even in top 4 i guess. 1st and 2nd have 98.8 and 98.6 and 3rd has 98.00. Scary thing.
I didn't give my 100% and unlike others only studied 3-4 hours in last 2 months but had expected to do very good. And yes i almost did it. yeah almost got the others. Almost. Almost. Fucking almost got them. Blundered a total of 1 mark of mcqs in each subject which i knew answers of because i was too stupid and unfocussed in exams (and felt jinxed for always fucking up an mcq in the exam). Shouldve studied a few more days maybe? I am still happy though. And there was also some luck related things which affected results (like subset of paper, etc. but these are just my excuses .. i know)
But the fact that there are so many bigger fishes and i couldnt finish them up haunts me. And I also have a little loss of confidence about getting a really good rank in jee 2026 after this.
I know 10th marks doesnt matter bla bla but I believe whatever you are doing- 10th, 12th, jee, neet, business or anything else- if you are failing in those then you are also failing in life at the same point. For example do you really think a person who got 60% in 10th can do very very good in 11th - 12th or in life? with the same qualities/progress that he had in 10th? Obviously not. (he/she will fail more. only changing themselves and getting better will help). Marks dont matter but they tell you who you are. If you are scoring 98%+ in 10th (or like very good in other exams), it shows you planned and executed very neatly. Complete accuracy. No mistakes. This just shows you are too good in life. This also shows your versatility (that you have so many subjects and doing great in each of them, so many aspects to take care of and you did the best. not "your" best. but the BEST ever possible to do).
And yes i feel that i failed. Failed. My expectations. Failed the person who i wanted to be. Failed that i didn't study. Failed that i blundered those mcqs. Failed that i skipped chapters in sst. Failed that i expected i would not fail even after showing all the lakshans of failing. Failed for not being able to be 100% accurate in everything.
But the good thing is there are still so many more chances. Thenks for reading. Smile and have Good day.

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Extraordinary Heroes
Extraordinary Heroes is a U.S. based, fast growing, English speaking guild made up of members who participate with maximum effort in all events. We can have room for a member and you can join right now or after the tb.
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Genocide looked to the sky. He thought of his mentor. The one who had saved him. He remembered his childhood. How powerless he was. He remembered the anger. He never wanted to hurt anybody. He thought of all the times he showed compassion. How much they hurt him for it. He saw the world before him, a graveyard. Humans. People that were supposed to be made in the image of some divine creator. They were but maggots feasting upon his remains. They ate away at his very being until nothing human remained. His thoughts were no longer his own. He had no joys in life that mattered. He hated humanity more than he could love anything about himself. He remember his first killing spree. Being gunned down by police. Left for dead. He remembered a hooded figure moving towards him. Getting closer the more he neared his death. He saw its pale face. Its impossibly black eyes. It was a man. This figure in question appeared to be of Japanese nationality with long, straight, loose hair. It emanated extreme malice. It offered him a choice. A purpose. Power. He thought the figure a reaper but it identified itself as Amakusa Masataka. Masataka guided him on how to kill and gave him specific locations to kill people in. In a sense, he became a hitman for quotas of people. He inquired what Masataka was. The presence of evil, his ability to appear and disappear at will, how he could control what people could see him and what people couldn't. While vague, years of killing for this being offered some insight. Amakusa Masataka belonged to a group of people not of this world. His people had been corrupted by a dark force long ago and had aligned themselves with the warlord who had subjugated their version of Japan. Their dark high priest assisted the warlord along with two others. These four rulers in turn served a larger order. The four were tasked with bringing about the end of the current world as an act of retribution for some fallen deity. Masataka's people acted as covert operatives for this empire. They were feared across the land and were collectively referred to as "Shinigami". An agent of the coming apocalypse, a servant of evil possessed by the will of those gods of death, Genocide would walk the earth.
Genocide stepped toward the station. A police cruiser rammed into him. He pulled out a knife and stabbed the hood of the car. The inhuman force of the knife created sparks which burst the engine into flames. The car crashed into a streetlight and exploded. A second cruiser neared the scene. No way a man could have done this. Yet still, out of the fires Genocide strode forth. It set upon the second vehicle, shooting out it's tires while jumping 9 feet into the air. The car tries to reverse but crashes into a wall. Genocide lands on the hood and kicks through the front window. Glass shatters under its boot, blinding the two officers inside. Genocide shoots one of the officers with a shotgun, killing him. The second officer in the passenger seat readies his pistol and takes aim. Only two shots fired, both directed at Genocide's head. It casually cocks its neck to avoid them. Then it grabs the officer's arm, breaking it. Genocide uses its free hand to grab the officer's head and bangs it into the dashboard no less than 5 times. The skull is shattered on the final impact. Genocide jumps off the car and continues on his mission.
Detective Evans speaks through a megaphone," This is your first and final warning. Stand down or we will use any and all means at our disposal to put you down." Genocide dropped its shotgun and raised its hands. A group of five SWAT team members rushed out the station, surrounding Genocide with riot shields. An officer accompanies them, edging behind the figure to apply handcuffs. Suddenly, Genocide springs to life , grabbing the officer behind him. He flips the officer over his head, slamming him into the pavement at his feet. Then Genocide stomps his head causing it to burst. Genocide drops a flash bomb from his coat sleeve, blinding the SWAT team as he draws his knife. He drives it into one SWAT member, the knife puncturing the shield and piercing his chest. Genocide kicks the corpse away withdrawing his knife. He goes to another, this time using the end of his boot toe in a rising kick to disarm their shield. He grabs them by the throat and drives the knife slowly into their eye socket. Another is tackled to the ground and beaten to death despite still being under the shield. Another is picked up and thrown into the fires still burning from the first auto incident. In no time, Genocide stood before an indistinguishable mass of gore, blood streaking across his black leather outfit. He laughed" So this is all you can give me. I'm not entertained." Officers took aim from the station windows, and snipers did so from other rooftops. Genocide laughed maniacally as he was rained down upon from all sides by a hailstorm of bullets. His body convulsed, but he did not fall. Moments more and he was on his knees. Still though, their efforts were futile. Gracia looked out and saw a black mist coalescing around the man in black. His blood. Blood erupted from his body only to transform into this dark mist that reentered his wounds. Genocide screamed. No. It was just an elevated pitch in his laughter. Optimism failed everyone yet again. Gracia saw Genocide holding something in his right hand. She could only make out a beeping red light. Genocide pushed the button triggering the carefully concealed explosives he laid in preparation for this event. C4 explosives went off in all the places he saw fit. The sniping posts he couldn't reach. The assault of lead lightened. Then Genocide drew an RPG from...somewhere. He collected himself and fired at the station's entrance. The explosion shook the station. From inside, the lights began to flicker. Communications were down on all fronts. Had he modified the rocket with some type of EMP? Not good. Amisdst the confusion Genocide entered using smoke bombs to mask his presence. Moving like a shadow, he killed everyone in the lobby silently with his knife. He made his way to the holding cells. Still they chanted. Still they praised. Still they raved for the arrival of genocide. Genocide shot the lock opening the cell. Jim Jimenez walked out and bowed before his master. Genocide smiled. He couldn't have imagined how proficient he had gotten with possession. Well, not quite possession. He had known of the Shinigami's ability to share their thoughts and emotions with humans. Shinigami like his mentor were ancient. They had so many years of memories, such strong a hatred for life that they overwhelmed the personality of the victim. The victim sees themselves as one of them. Shinigami can't force the will of the victim, so they find those who are already similar to them in some way. Genocide found the collective universal distrust of police to be a prime sentiment to capitalize on. He armed the inmates, infecting them with samples of his own dark essence.One particular inmate caught Genocide's eye. He knew the man's work. An arsonist. The one whom he recalls was responsible for blowing up his first car way back in high school. Rather than a standard firearm, Genocide gave the man a random assortment of grenades containing a special surprise. Genocide showed them visions of anarchy, of sending a message to a society that used and disregarded them. While this was also true of how he felt, years of living in darkness had changed him. He needed no purpose. No end goal. No justification. He just wanted to watch the world burn.
Genocide's small army broke off to engage several different wings of the station. Genocide went to the security room. He found Wayne, his informant, playing some FPS on one of the monitors. Wayne took of his headphones and asked," You kill everyone yet?" Genocide responded," No. You should get going before that happens. Your life becomes fair game if I run out of pigs to cook." Wayne clapped his hands, "Aight, GC my man, say less." He packed his things and left. Genocide drew a twin pair of handguns and laid waste to the station. He followed a group that took cover in the men's restroom. Kicking open multiple stalls he was surprised to find...nothing. Where had they gone? He turned around and saw his mentor, Masataka, smiling at him. It looked like him. Long, dark hair, black clothing, and soulless, empty eyes. But it wasn't. It was Genocide's own reflection in the mirror. Genocide smiled. He didn't notice the changes at first. They must have happened gradually. Subconsciously. From the final stall, an officer sprung into action, rushing Genocide, hitting him point blank with a shockgun round. Genocide felt the tingling sensation electrifying his body and grew numb. In spite of the pain, he took a single step. Then, another. He came within striking range of the officer and snatched the shockgun. Two more officers erupted from another stall, battering him with baton strikes. Genocide felt nothing. He clutched the shockgun in his hand like a bat and went to work pulverizing his attackers. An officer kicked in the bathroom door, a woman holding a pistol. She fired multiple times to no effect. Genocide stood covered in blood. He even let her reload. Twice. He wanted to see her despair. Her hopelessness. He walked towards her, shrugging off bullets as they pierced his body. His wounds healed nigh instantly due to the dark essence he had been imbued with. He held her face with both hands, lifting her body off the ground. As she screamed, he used her head to shatter the restroom mirror, running down the full length of it while smashing her into it at several points. He dropped the remains of what he held, washed his hands with soap, dried them, then exited the restroom.
The inmates that rallied for the cause of genocide attacked the station. Fortunately, they were nowhere near Genocide in terms of power and only carried one type of firearm each. They shared his healing ability but could be killed quite easily. Gracia encountered a sniper on the end or a west wing hallway. Other officers waited behind corners unable to get close. Gracia noticed the faulty lighting. In this hallway, the lights flickered in intervals of 3 seconds. Finding a pattern and timing her movements, she rushed the sniper at the exact moment the lights went out. Running the length of the hall, Gracia zigzagged, dodging the sniper inmate's bullets. She jumped on a wall, ran 3 feet on it, then kicked off it, pouncing on the assailant. She fired five shots into him, making sure to hit the brain and the heart. Two severe injuries that were impossible for Shinigami essence to heal simultaneously. Elsewhere, Evans took on another escaped inmate. A vehicular arsonist named Carson. Carson had a bag filled with an assortment of different grenades and was happily giving them out like candy on Halloween. "A flash bang here, a bit of tear gas there. Oh. Wait! Was that an ice grenade? Did the explosion freeze your leg to the floor? Whoops. Maybe a fire grenade will melt that for you. Hold on let me get one fore you," Carson rambled gleefully. Evans looked at the carnage before him. Officers burning. Officers partially frozen in blocks of ice. He took a breath and aimed his wristgun. He steadied his right forearm. Carson readied to throw a random grenade. Evans shot it the moment it left Carson's hand. The grenade exploded directly in front of Carson. Both Evans and Carson looked at each other in shock. Confetti. A party grenade? Carson quickly fumbled for another but was tackled and restrained by several officers. Meanwhile in the South wing, Lary had some colleagues set a trap for another shotgun toting inmate. He had them bait the inmate and flee. Giving chase he turned a corner and ran straight into Lary's fist. The inmate recovered and motioned to shoot Lary. "Let's tango. " Lary gave the code word. Nearby officers activated a device. A signal jammer of sorts. The inmate shoved the barrel of his gun into Lary's gut and pulled the trigger. Nothing. The special signal jammer in question was designed for firearms. It was a last resort as it left officers just as defenseless. Lary was having fun. He boxed the inmate in hand to hand combat. Despite the inmate's enhanced strength, Lary's technique pulled through. Lary ducked under one of the inmate's wide punches and did some type of rising uppercut where he jumped off the ground while spinning. One of the other officers whispered" The rising dragon." Lary smiled giving a thumbs up" Yeah, it was a rising dragon uppercut. Saw it in one O my kid's vidya games. Thought I'd try it out while I'm jacked on adrenaline".
Jim Jimenez looked long and hard at himself in the mirror. He was in the women's restroom. Some brainless woman had broken the men's restroom mirror with her face. For the first time in a long while Jim could think clearly. He was becoming sane. At the least he was no longer a raving lunatic. The life essence of the dark gods had healed the wounds to both his body and his mind. He saw his face, his scraggly dirty beard. He found a razor and shaved. He trimmed his beard somewhat. He liked it. He washed his hair. It fell down his face like silk, no longer greasy. His bloodshot eyes once burning with crazed intensity had cooled. He blinked. Just for a second, he saw the man known as Genocide. The man that attacked him. The one that killed him and gave him new life. The drug dealers. The police. They were all the same in his eyes now. They were all to blame for the world being what it is. Jim wanted to hate them. He wanted to take revenge, but he felt nothing. It didn't matter. He knew he was wronged, could logically justify acting against them, but he just didn't care anymore. About anything. He was finally free. Sensing his presence was no longer needed here, Jim vanished into the night. He needed to find someone who had had the answers he needed. Himself. Who had he been? Who was he now? Who could he become? Where was he going? So many questions to ponder indefinitely. So much time left in the rest of his life.
Genocide ran down the station's halls raining hailstorms of bullets upon its occupants. He had a handgun in each hand as well as a wristgun on each wrist. This effectively gave him 4 separate firearms that he could use simultaneously. Lary regrouped with Gracia, Evans, and a handful of others. They radioed all surviving officers near Genocide to flee to the roof. This plan had been set in motion days before the assault and had been kept hidden from most of the force. The plan involved scheduling flights for several helicopters to arrive at some point after Genocide arrived. There would be no way for him to prepare for them and pre-scheduling their arrival ensured they arrived regardless of if they were called or not. Lary and the others set about preparing the second jamming device. Genocide stood among a hallway of bodies. He saw one man clinging to life trying to crawl away. He decided on trying that other thing he saw his master do. He grabbed the dying man and pinned him to the wall. Slowly he drove a knife into his chest. As the man's life slipped away, something else entered his body. Genocide channeled a small amount of his essence into the vessel. He had steadily done this with other casualties around the station whose bodies were somewhat salvageable. He dropped the body he was holding and looked upon the others. He closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, his eyed were black, both sclera and iris. The scene before him changed. Genocide had a vision. He saw a dead gray wasteland littered with bodies. These people however weren't cops and wore traditional Japanese attire. In his hand wasn't a gun or knife but a short sickle akin to a farming tool. He heard a dark voice call out to him. Slowly, the corpses around him began to rise, now mere puppets bound eternally to their master's whim. The bodies sold to the reaper who had claimed their lives. Genocide's vision ended. His eyes had returned normal. Around him, dead cops began to rise. His dark essence had entered their bodies and reanimated them. He sent his dead army to attack the officers fleeing to the roof of the station. These zombies swarmed the stairwell giving chase to the few survivors. There were five of them. They had two flights of stairs to climb and a horde of their former colleagues close behind them. One officer tripped and was set upon by the horde. The zombies didn't bite them but held them firmly in place. The other four officers stared down wondering what to do. They could hear Genocide chuckling. They could hear humming. They could feel the temperature rising. Their colleague and the two zombies holding him were hit by an enormous green fireball. Genocide had fired a Magnum Opus and had charged the bullet to level 3. The Magnum Opus was simply a magnum that shot fireballs, with bullets that could be charged by holding down the trigger. It had three levels of charges. Level 1 was a small reddish ball of plasma. Level 2 was slightly larger and yellow. Level 3 was the maximum charge and resulted in a large slow moving green blast of energy. The officer was ignited and Genocide watched gleefully as the force of the blast sent him flying through a wall. The four officers continued up firing occasionally to slow down the zombies. Soon they made it to a door leading to the roof. Before one officer could reach it, he was sniped by Genocide, a bullet to the head killing him instantly. The remaining three made it out. They regrouped with the others already there, 12 in total, including Lary, Evans, and Gracia. This would be their final stand. They just had to hold out until Genocide made it up there. They just had to keep Genocide occupied until the helicopters arrived. Genocide slowly ascended the stairs behind his horde. On the roof, the remaining survivors faced off against waves of the undead. Evans recognized the attackers. These zombies were being controlled by nanomachines. He heard the stories of several weapons encountered by soldiers on the battlefield. These creatures were called Metaldeads as they were reanimated via machines. They had been officially banned by most of the worlds' governments for being unethical. However, this did not stop the technology from being spread still between shady organizations, terrorists, etc. Evans wondered how Genocide got this form of nanotechnology. Evans long speculated that the dark essence used by most of the killers they encountered was a a form of nanotech however it was different from anything else he had seen or heard about. The dark essence seemed to be an amalgamation of other types of nanotech. Evans had to save his inquiries for later. He reloaded his wristgun and took aim at the approaching group of Metaldeads. Gracia steadied her handgun and shot two Metaldeads in the head. From the single door countless arms seemed to spill forth from the darkness. The other officers took turns firing in intervals. this allowed them to create a steady stream of fire where no more that three guns needed to be reloaded at once. The horde seemed to thin out over time as if they were making progress. In actuality, the Metaldeads were just making room for Genocide to enter. Genocide exploded in a sprint from the door. Everyone fired upon the killer. Genocide had now chosen a wrist mounted mini flamethrower to use as his weapon. He stormed past the oncoming bullets taking some damage, but refused to slow down. He unleashed a stream of fire that caught five of the officers in one fell swoop. Gracia fired five rounds into Genocide's face. He stumbled back. Lary took the chance to fire several mine gun bullets at Genocide's feet. The mines quickly detected his movement and exploded. In seconds, Genocide was on his back.
Staring at the night sky Genocide saw the moon. He reached for it. He called for the darkness to give him more power. His wounds began healing. In the sky he could hear the whirl of propellers. There were six helicopters in total. The first two had evacuated the survivors while the others stayed to engage Genocide. Genocide got up and unstrapped the sniper rifle from his back. He stood before the searchlights as a black silhouette, cornered but unwilling to back down. Lary stared down at him smiling. "Okay!" He shouted, "Let's Tango!" Upon this declaration the second jamming device was activated. Now, isolated on the roof, Genocide's guns couldn't be fired and the helicopters were out of range of the device. Now Genocide stood like a sitting duck. A helicopter fired a rocket. Genocide side stepped and grabbed it. He turned his body redirecting the rocket to hit another helicopter. As it exploded Genocide drew his knife and threw it at another helicopter. Behind the knife was such force that it shattered the helicopter window's glass, embedding itself in the pilot. This helicopter too went down where it exploded. "Holy clucknuggets!Did you see that!?" Lary said dumbfounded. Evans looked out the helicopter door he was in jaw open in shock. "There's no way." He collected himself quickly and radioed the remaining two helicopters to keep moving and to use their machineguns as much as possible. The helicopters reigned down upon Genocide tearing apart his body. Shreds of leather and darkened blood sprayed across the pavement of the roof. Gracia watched as Genocide's body was destroyed repeatedly as it tried to heal. Surely he had to stop at some point. After 10 minutes the helicopters had exhausted their cache of ammunition and soldiers opted to fire their own rifles and occasionally throw grenades. After about six minutes, they too had run out of bullets. Genocide stood unfazed. He had long since healed himself and now appeared intangible with gunfire seeming to pass through his body. His coat once ripped , now appeared whole though on closer inspection seemed to writhe. Gracia looked in horror as she remembered the tales her adopted father had told her. Tales he had in turn heard from his predecessors. Every so often officers had reported encounters with ghost like beings cloaked in a cloud of living dark mist. The beings were rumored to be responsible for the deaths of multiple people ranging from scientists, veterans, mafia, politicians, etc. They were seen near such crime scenes and even more shockingly appeared around several sites where suicides were committed. These beings were reportedly impervious to bullets and filled anyone who got near with an impending sense of dread. If Genocide was connected to them or somehow turning into one , there was little chance they would be able to defeat him. Gracia's fears were confirmed when she saw that Genocide's leather coat had been destroyed and he had replaced it with the dark mist coalescing from his own spilled blood. The dark mist, swirling, grew larger and several tendrils sprouted out from it. Gracia could briefly make out a figure standing next to Genocide. A hooded figure cloaked in the same black substance. The figure stared up at her with soulless, blackened eyes which seemed to beckon her to jump from the aircraft she was standing in. Compelling her to give in to the death that plagued the earth. Genocide kneeled to his master. The Shinigami, Masataka stared down at his disciple. "You have done a great service to us. Even now the sealed god stirs in its slumber. Its...Awakening will soon be upon us. It calls out for war. It begs for famine. It longs to continue its conquest. We are the death it so desires. The death that is necessary for this civilization to grow. Use the power that I have bestowed upon you. Finish the mission as you see fit." The Shinigami vanished and Genocide stood.Genocide stared at his hands. He remembered the first killing spree. He was on a bus. It stopped. A woman got on the bus and walked to the back smiling as she passed him. Something about her eyes unnerved him. They were so bright but something dark reflected inside them. He ignored the thought and put in his headphones. In minutes he had dozed off. He jumped awake. He looked around and froze in panic. All around him, everyone had been hacked to pieces. He saw the driver, actively being stabbed by a masked assailant. The mask, painted white with black eyeholes, stared back at him. It raised a finger over where its lips would be. Even under the expressionless visage, he could feel that same smile. He ran home that morning. He went to his room to find it destroyed. His posters, his computer, his tv, everything, had been ruined. He turned around and saw a man at the end of the hallway holding a sledge hammer. "The hell you been, boy?", his stepdad sneered. The man dropped his hammer and walked closer, veins pulsing with rage. He tried to explain how his car had caught fire forcing him to walk 4 miles to the nearest bus stop, but the man's fist was faster than his words. "Boy!Answer me when I talk to you!!" the man says as he backhands the taste out of the would be Genocide's mouth. He took that beating for several minutes before being left to stare at his ransacked room. He hated how his stepdad went out of his way to destroy the things he loved. Soon, another set of footsteps could be heard. It was his mother standing behind his locked door. She didn't knock, or say anything. She just stood there, doing nothing as always. He never knew if she came to talk to him or apologize. All he knew was that she could never bring herself to speak to or even acknowledge him. Maybe out of guilt or perhaps shame. A year or two later after he had had enough he ran away from home. Living out on the streets alone, without friends, or family, he would embark on countless killing sprees. These killings weren't of his own volition however. He was coerced by some corrupt officers from The Unit. They made him kill on their behalf. Sometimes they were protesters, sometimes they were drug dealers, other times, petty criminals they couldn't be bothered to process. It was routine for him to be used to kill entire houses of drug riddled addicts. During one such venture he entered a drug den, killing the dealer as instructed. He took out several junkies before turning to leave. A woman who survived her injuries clung to his heel begging him to stop. Looking down he aimed the handgun he was carrying at her head of long disheveled brown hair and fired. Feeling nothing, he kicked her body aside like trash when it hit him. Her face. This woman had been his mother. What was she doing in a place like this? He felt a shock of emotion. He wondered if she had always been like this, or had she changed after he left. He never made amends, but decided to stop killing from then on. The unit did not like that. Once it became apparent that he was no longer of use to them they started a manhunt to apprehend him with lethal force. They found him. They killed him. But he survived.
He remembered the girl on the bus. He remembered her eyes. Those of a sadistic killer. Still there was something else inside them. Something faint but deeper. So. Much. Sadness. Just like him. He felt the hatred begin to spread. His purpose, he decided, was to make all humans rot in the hell they created for him.
These people, he thought to himself, these living diseases, all needed to die. Their struggles, their problems, they spread like cancer to others. The only cure for humanity's sin, its collective wrongdoings, was genocide.
Around him, dark tendrils continued to form and expand, spinning in a vortex. Genocide pulled out two pistols. He squeezed the triggers to no effect. "As I see fit, huh? Hehe." He squeezed both guns in his hands, breaking them into pieces. He concentrated. In his hands, two more guns materialized now completely black due to being forged from the dark essence. Forged by his will. Immune to the jamming device that shut down conventional firearms. He raised his arms at each remaining helicopter and opened fire. Countless tendrils whipped out and slashed at his targets joining the dark essence bullets. It was chaos. Dark tendrils and bullets tore through every direction as Genocide spun and swirled around in 360 degrees firing randomly with purpose. A tendril pierced Gracia's right arm, another, her abdomen. She was however, fortunate, as the other passengers of her helicopter were dismembered. She barely had time to jump from the vehicle before it crashed. She fell 2 yards onto solid concrete. She felt immense pain as her right shoulder shattered on impact. She looked up to see Genocide's blade like appendages ripping through the other escape helicopters. She rolled onto her back and tried to steady herself. Within seconds her body began to repair itself. The nanocells inside her had saved her life but were now depleted. She would need another supplement lest she receive another fatal injury. The standard nanocells she and the others had were much less potent than those of the killers they faced. In truth, they had only minimal strength boosts being able to lift 5-8 more pounds than before and healing being limited to one or two fatal injuries so long as death didn't occur instantly. Gracia blacked out. She awoke the next morning in a hospital. There the doctors refilled her nanocells. She learned that the station had been left in ruins. Genocide had detonated some type of minature nuke following his rampage. He always blew up the stations as if to send a message. Gracia looked out the window thinking about why she became a cop. Twice her family had been murdered by them. Her biological family had been killed in an on record drug raid committed by a group of corrupt officers called The Unit. She had been adopted by another officer that arrived at the scene who found her as a child hiding in a closed. Sadly, he too was killed for trying to expose the activities of The Unit. Gracia joined the force to avenge both losses and bring justice to the killers that disguised themselves as normal people. Law enforcement was neither good, nor bad. It depended upon the people that made it up. In the dying corrupt world Gracia lived in, she vowed to be a beacon of light. Evans laid in a bed adjacent to Lary. "That damn Genocide's somethin else in' he?Like the stories you told us were understatements. That man could legit not die at this point in the story. Like he has friggin plot armor or somthin.'' Evans cut him off" I get it. We all got our asses handed to us. But did you see that ..thing that appeared next to him. Right before he created that black vortex that wiped us out. That must have something to do with his power. Maybe there's a still a way to stop him."Lary chimed in," That fella looked like he was on the way to a black metal concert wit all the black facepaint he was wearin' Creeped me out to be honest." As the survivors mulled over their predicament, the cycle of evil continued to spread elsewhere.
Budley flips through the pages of a magazine. He checks his watch. He looks around the gas station and doesn't see any customers. Seizing the opportunity, he puts in his headphones and begins playing an imaginary guitar as he jams to a progressive deathcore album. Oblivious to the screams coming from outside, the store clerk moves on to thumping two candy bars on the counter to simulate drums. Budley sees that his shift has ended and begins locking up the store. He sweeps the aisles and jumps as a shadow appears behind him. He turns and sees a well groomed bearded man dressed in a black hoodie, black shirt, and black and gray camo pants. The man holds out his hand and smiles. Budley rings up the pack of nicotine substitute gum. "Tryin to kick the habit huh?" Budley asks. The man replies, "Somethin like that. Gotta get my priorities back in check. Focus on the things that really matter. That damn KonCreep's a hell of a band aren't they?" He nods to the playlist on Budley's phone. "Yeah, they're killer. just got into them a month back." Budley answers. "You know, I'm something of a musician myself. Maybe you'll hear of me on the news someday." Jim Jimenez says as he sees himself out. He walks to the back of the building and passes an ominous form of graffiti. A woman lays unmoving and above her, written on concrete in red is a message that simply says "Genocide Reigns".

On April 29th, following the transfer of a large sum of money to my checking account, I received a phone call appearing to be Wells Fargo — spoofing a WF Commercial number — regarding suspicious Apple Pay charges on my account. The caller had my complete bank account number and personal information, along with my WF user ID, which were read to me to confirm. The caller also read off a series of recent transactions, including the large transfer that listed that morning, and was clearly logged into my WF account.
I was instructed to check my Apple Pay/Wallet and to test sending myself 10,000 to verify that the hold was in place , which it appeared to be. I subsequently received a WF text confirming the increase of my daily send limit to 20,000. Suddenly, the 10,000 that was pending was sent and my Apple Account locked me out. The scammer deleted my Apple ID, ostensibly from the Atlanta, GA location that subsequently pinged in an Apple notification.
I called WF immediately to open an investigation for the 10k and the account compromise, along with a suspicious Amazon charge and a deposit I did not immediately recognize (the payor code was a series of numbers and letters).
After investigating, WF rejected my claim for the 10k and the Amazon charge, and ruled that the deposit was made in error. I subsequently learned the deposit was my federal tax return.
I am filing with local and federal authorities and have since opened an account with another bank, after 23 years and two hacks with WF. I am also out 3 Apple devices, which are essentially expensive bricks now that the Apple ID they were registered to is gone (per Apple).
I have filed a police report (they will contact the federal agencies) and contacted the Consumer Division at the OAG.
Please share this post, as this is a terrifying scam. The caller had ALL of my account information upfront and my best guess is the Apple Pay angle is a way to circumvent the charges being reversed.
I am apparently not alone.

I was tasked with porting several Excel reports to Power BI.
They didn't like what my Power BIs looked like and I heard from someone who was a meeting the CFO said "We don't have time for (me) to figure this out."
Ok, fine. My boss (director) hired an outside contractor, somebody he used to work with. I was asked to turn over everything I had to the contractor. The contractor talked like he was going to directly report to my director.
After the demoralizing comments after I worked hard on it I was glad it seemed it was off my plate and I was done with it so I was pretty relived.
It's been about a week. Today I get an email from my director, CFO is CC'ed, to me and the outside contractor "What's the progress on this?"
I have no idea? I thought they were taking me off the project? What am I supposed to say to this and how would be a constructive way to handle this.

I’m at a loss for what to do. At the beginning of the year, one of my step children came to their dad and I telling us their mom was neglectful at best and emotionally abusive at worst. At that time, we weren’t sure what to do without proof, so we asked them to share with us anything that could support what they shared so we could take action. We received pictures of a house that was virtually un-livable with clutter and pet excrament, audio of narc mom gaslighting and degrading them, pics of the vape she uses in the car with her kids inside (they have medical conditions that effect breathing), edible weed and mushroom gummies out in the open, and eventually came across social media posts by mom accusing her ex of SA on top of claiming that he was the narcissist. We were shocked since we had a good, working relationship with her for over 5 years and had no idea she was openly smearing him the whole time. We also documented one of the kids repeatedly telling us that mom was not giving them daily medications, despite the fact that they need to build up in their system to be effective. Long story short, narc mom discovered that the kids were gathering evidence and she predictably flipped. Since then, she power cleaned their house, made more posts about how her ex is trying to “kidnap “ her children, had punished her kids by restricting phone access so they can only call her or the crisis hotline, and had even coached one of the kids to say things to their father over the phone by reading written statements she had prepared. We tried to talk with the therapists involved with the kids, but in their minds, the kids were “exaggerating” how bad things were and that we should have talked to mom directly to clear things up. Though things have died down a bit, we are reaching a month of the kids being restricted from direct access to us when with her, medications still not being given, and more reports from the kids that mommy is still vaping in the car. I’ve been told by my partner and therapist that there’s really nothing that can be done unless it gets dramatically worse, but I can’t believe that just yet. Does anyone have advice on how to handle things from here? How do we keep our babies safe when no one sees their predicament as “serious”?

To Admins: As we all know, a lot of subreddits are the target of baseless/inaccurate/trolling reports by certain users trying to get posters suspended or even bring the subreddit down. Sometimes we get dozens of fake reports daily; up to last year we would report abuse and soon enough we will get a response that action was taken.
This is not the case anymore, when we report abuse of the report button nothing happens, sometimes we get a message a month later on some cases (that action has been taken). It appears that the process is not automated anymore and the reports are put in a queue for human review, am I correct?
If this is the case, how do we protect users/posters from these fake reports that we get daily? A lot of posters are getting suspended by these fake reports even after a mod approves their posts. The "abuse of the report button" used to be a defense against these trolls, now we don't count with this anymore.

I might sound ungrateful and horrible here, but I'm 4 weeks into a new band 6 role (was a 5 for over 15 years) and I'm feeling a bit deflated to be honest.
My monthly salary is now £200 a month lower, due to being Monday to Friday now. I accepted that because not working weekends is a dream come true.
But the meetings... oh so many meetings...department meetings, meetings with my manager, staff meetings, etc etc.. in one day I had 3 meetings back to back.
And the lack of patient contact. I miss it so much. 😞
The management style I want to adopt is being undermined by the managers above me. I have a team under me who are motivated and skilled, but sick of being micromanaged. I want to change that but the managers above me seem to want to "rein them in" more. There's talk of people leaving and going off sick because they hate being constantly questioned and having their caseloads and waiting lists audited on an almost daily basis.
The final straw today was having my mileage taken away. My nearest office (where I worked before) is 2 miles away from my house, but our official "base" which I've never been to, is 8 miles away. I have to travel 16 miles before I can claim a single penny in mileage, despite the fact that I'm expected to be available to travel anywhere in a large city at a moment's notice. As a band 5 I was getting nearly all my mileage paid. This in itself is making me £80 a month worse off despite doing similar mileage.
Is career progression worth it? Feeling a bit regretful right now.

Tired of hyper competitive clan?? Can't keep up with the pace due to full time job and family?? We have a clan that is aimed for less stress.
About us:
We are a clan created back in early 2013 and have been active for more than a decade. A lot of members have been in the clan for many years. We started as a competitive clan, but over time, we became a casual clan. Many of us are old players at 40s or even 50s. We also have young players at 20s. We sometimes do small wars like 10vs10 or 5vs5, which depends on how many players are interested and their availability. Our main focus is casual farming, doing clan games, participating cwl, and doing clan capital raids.
What do you expect from us:
We always max out in the clan games. Our capital hall is level 10 and we get around 1600 raid medals per weekend. We use a custom bonus system for cwl, which is based on how strong your opponents are in relative to how strong you are. Those who did not receive the bonus reward will have their progress saved for the future cwl, so an average player will still have chance to get the bonus reward some day, not only the top.
What do we expect from you:
We expect you are active in general, where you contribute to donations, clan games and clan capital raids. If you want to participate in cwl, we expect you to use all your attacks. You do not have to be constant online from morning to evening, just log in daily is enough. We only accept players who are at least town hall 13 to the clan. For cwl, we bring in 15 strongest players, so you might need to be at least town hall 14 in order to have a guarantee spot there. Town hall 13 players still have a chance to join cwl. We also expect you are 18+ in age and you behave as an adult.

Nightfall - The Ordeal: Heist Battleground: Moon

Modifiers:

• Nightfall: Hero
  • Shielded Foes: You will face combatants with [Arc] Arc, [Solar] Solar, and [Void] Void shields.
  • Hero Modifiers: Extra Shields Maximum Effective Level 1765
  • Champion Foes: You will face [Shield-Piercing] Barrier and [Stagger] Unstoppable Champions. Visit the Character or Mod Customization screen to view your active anti-Champion perks.
  • Void Threat: 25% increase to incoming Void damage.
  • Scorched Earth: Enemies throw grenades significantly more often.
  • Overcharged Weapons: Weapon overcharges from the Seasonal Artifact are active in this activity. Kinetic weapons do increased damage when your subclass element matches an active surge.
  • Strand Surge: 25% bonus to outgoing Strand damage.
  • Solar Surge: 25% bonus to outgoing Solar damage.
  • Overcharged Sniper Rifle: 25% bonus to Sniper Rifle damage.
  • Galvanized: Combatants have more health and are more difficult to stun.
• Nightfall: Legend
  • All previous modifiers
  • Legend Modifiers: Locked Loadout Extra Shields Maximum Effective Level 1815
  • Equipment Locked: You will not be able to change your equipment after this activity starts.
• Nightfall: Master
  • All previous modifiers
  • Master Modifiers: Extra Champions Locked Loadout Extra Shields Maximum Effective Level 1820
  • Famine: All ammunition drops are significantly reduced.
• Nightfall: Grandmaster
  • All previous modifiers
  • Grandmaster Modifiers: Extinguish Limited Revives Contest Join In Progress Disabled Extra Champions Locked Loadout Extra Shields Maximum Effective Level 1815
  • Extinguish: If your fireteam falls in a Restricted Zone, everyone is returned to orbit.
  • Limited Revives: Limited fireteam revives. Gain additional revives by defeating Champions.
  • Fire Pit: When defeated, Acolytes spawn fire pools that cause damage over time.
  • Chaff: Radar is disabled.

Rewards:

• Grandmaster reward:
• Pinnacle reward: Earn 200,000 cumulative points by completing Nightfalls.

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Raids and Dungeons

Weekly Raid and Dungeon

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Raid Challenges

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Dares of Eternity: Legend

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Loot

• Armor: Scatterhorn Suit, Pathfinder Suit
• Weapons: Fractethyst, Chrysura Melo, Vulpecula, Wolftone Draw, Iota Draconis, Canis Major, Contingency Plan, Legal Action II, Outrageous Fortune, Steel Sybil Z-14, Spoiler Alert

Neomuna

Campaign Mission: No Time Left

Stop the Darkness relay from activating and creating a link between the Witness and the Veil.

Partition: Hard Reset

Chase down a Shadow Legionary wreaking havoc in the VexNet.

Vex Incursion Zone: Límíng Harbor

The Vex are testing CloudArk defenses in this region. Reality fractures as the VexNet bleeds through into Neomuna.

Legacy Activities

• Savathûn's Throne World
  
  • Campaign Mission: The Communion: Commune with the Europan Pyramid to strengthen your new Darkness power, Deepsight.
• Europa
  
  • Eclipsed Zone: Cadmus Ridge
  • Empire Hunt: beep boop failed to fetch
  • Exo Challenge: beep boop failed to fetch
• Moon:
  
  • Campaign Mission: In the Deep
  • Wandering Nightmare: Nightmare of Horkis, Fear of Mithrax (Anchor of Light)
  • Trove Guardian is in Hellmouth
• Dreaming City: Strong Curse
  
  • Petra is at Rheasilvia.
  • Weekly Mission: Dark Monastery - Provide recon for Petra's forces by investigating strange enemy activity in Rheasilvia.
  • Ascendant Challenge: Keep of Honed Edges, Harbinger's Seclude
  • Blind Well: Taken, Plague: Inomina

Miscellaneous

Ada-1's Wares

Name	Description	Cost

Eververse Bright Dust Offerings

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Seasonal Challenges

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Notable Armor Rolls

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Nightfall - The Ordeal: Heist Battleground: Moon

Modifiers:

• Nightfall: Hero
  • Shielded Foes: You will face combatants with [Arc] Arc, [Solar] Solar, and [Void] Void shields.
  • Hero Modifiers: Extra Shields Maximum Effective Level 1765
  • Champion Foes: You will face [Shield-Piercing] Barrier and [Stagger] Unstoppable Champions. Visit the Character or Mod Customization screen to view your active anti-Champion perks.
  • Void Threat: 25% increase to incoming Void damage.
  • Scorched Earth: Enemies throw grenades significantly more often.
  • Overcharged Weapons: Weapon overcharges from the Seasonal Artifact are active in this activity. Kinetic weapons do increased damage when your subclass element matches an active surge.
  • Strand Surge: 25% bonus to outgoing Strand damage.
  • Solar Surge: 25% bonus to outgoing Solar damage.
  • Overcharged Sniper Rifle: 25% bonus to Sniper Rifle damage.
  • Galvanized: Combatants have more health and are more difficult to stun.
• Nightfall: Legend
  • All previous modifiers
  • Legend Modifiers: Locked Loadout Extra Shields Maximum Effective Level 1815
  • Equipment Locked: You will not be able to change your equipment after this activity starts.
• Nightfall: Master
  • All previous modifiers
  • Master Modifiers: Extra Champions Locked Loadout Extra Shields Maximum Effective Level 1820
  • Famine: All ammunition drops are significantly reduced.
• Nightfall: Grandmaster
  • All previous modifiers
  • Grandmaster Modifiers: Extinguish Limited Revives Contest Join In Progress Disabled Extra Champions Locked Loadout Extra Shields Maximum Effective Level 1815
  • Extinguish: If your fireteam falls in a Restricted Zone, everyone is returned to orbit.
  • Limited Revives: Limited fireteam revives. Gain additional revives by defeating Champions.
  • Fire Pit: When defeated, Acolytes spawn fire pools that cause damage over time.
  • Chaff: Radar is disabled.

Rewards:

• Grandmaster reward:
• Pinnacle reward: Earn 200,000 cumulative points by completing Nightfalls.

Vanguard Surge: beep boop failed to fetch

The other modifiers rotate daily, check out the Daily Reset Thread for them!

Raids and Dungeons

Weekly Raid and Dungeon

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• Dungeon: beep boop failed to fetch

Raid Challenges

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Dares of Eternity: Legend

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Loot

• Armor: Scatterhorn Suit, Pathfinder Suit
• Weapons: Fractethyst, Chrysura Melo, Vulpecula, Wolftone Draw, Iota Draconis, Canis Major, Contingency Plan, Legal Action II, Outrageous Fortune, Steel Sybil Z-14, Spoiler Alert

Neomuna

Campaign Mission: No Time Left

Stop the Darkness relay from activating and creating a link between the Witness and the Veil.

Partition: Hard Reset

Chase down a Shadow Legionary wreaking havoc in the VexNet.

Vex Incursion Zone: Límíng Harbor

The Vex are testing CloudArk defenses in this region. Reality fractures as the VexNet bleeds through into Neomuna.

Legacy Activities

• Savathûn's Throne World
  
  • Campaign Mission: The Communion: Commune with the Europan Pyramid to strengthen your new Darkness power, Deepsight.
• Europa
  
  • Eclipsed Zone: Cadmus Ridge
  • Empire Hunt: beep boop failed to fetch
  • Exo Challenge: beep boop failed to fetch
• Moon:
  
  • Campaign Mission: In the Deep
  • Wandering Nightmare: Nightmare of Horkis, Fear of Mithrax (Anchor of Light)
  • Trove Guardian is in Hellmouth
• Dreaming City: Strong Curse
  
  • Petra is at Rheasilvia.
  • Weekly Mission: Dark Monastery - Provide recon for Petra's forces by investigating strange enemy activity in Rheasilvia.
  • Ascendant Challenge: Keep of Honed Edges, Harbinger's Seclude
  • Blind Well: Taken, Plague: Inomina

Miscellaneous

Ada-1's Wares

Name	Description	Cost

Eververse Bright Dust Offerings

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Seasonal Challenges

Name	Description	Objectives	Rewards

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Notable Armor Rolls

Only notable rolls (stat total >= 59 or single stat >= 26) are listed here.
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I currently have two full time software engineering jobs.
With the fallout of the 2020 pandemic, remote work is abundant. So I took to the job hunt to search for a remote SE job from either the east coast or west coast, since cost of living is typically higher and wages are typically higher. Ironically I found a job in the Midwest that fit the bill, high paying ($135k as Sr SE) and 100% remote.
After working at “company-A” for several years and learning the ins and outs, I was running my own team of off shore devs and reporting to a non-technical manager. I found that I was getting all my responsibilities done with a minimum of 3-5 Hwk and everyone was happy. I supplement my “extra” time with spending time with the family, house projects, and extra curricular activities. I even started a side gig that I could dedicate time to and make some extra money.
This went on for about a year and I kept asking myself how I can make more with my side gig. Well it dawned on me that my strongest asset was programming and that I should get a programming side gig. I looked into consulting but they wanted hours tracked and needed to be detailed on where the time was spent. I would lose my flexibility with my family and flexibility working for company-A. What I really needed was another company just like company-A!
So I went to the job hunt again and applied for salaried entry level programmer jobs. Most jobs interviews didn’t take me too seriously because I was too experienced and thought I would get bored. So then I started applying for Sr. SE and lead roles. I landed a job (with a referral) as a Sr. SE.
Now, I currently work both jobs. Company-A pays be about $145k/yr and company-B pays me about $130k/yr. I work about 5-10hrs for Company-A and about 25-35hrs for Company-B.
There is definitely less time doing house projects, and extra curriculular activities but I still find plenty of time with the family and I still think I work a lot less than some other people.
My ask/discussion point: Am I setting my career up for failure? I’m not really progressing my career in either jobs as I’m not going above and beyond— however I’m good with the amount of work I’m expected to do and what I produce.
Have I piqued? Seemingly this is the most money I will make without going into management—which I’ve done middle management and was not a fan. I’ve also read “horror” stories of people working their butts off climbing the corporate ladder just to get laid off at a director level or VP level—no thanks
Can this last forever? I anticipate this part of my life to be temporary, so I’m not living like this will be my salary forever. I am paying off debt and saving a lot. But at the same time, it’s kind of hard to get fired. Layoffs are more likely and I don’t foresee that at either companies.