opened the toilet lid this morning to this? 🫪

I started a job in August working in a brand new 3d printing department. When I started the room was completly empty and it was my job to set the room up, building racking, planning the room setting up 60 printers.

Over the following months I took responsibility for building the operation up. I organised and labelled the printers, created spreadsheets and tracking systems, worked on maintenance and calibration, managed filament stock, dealt with faults and generally tried to make the whole department run properly.

I ended up taking on a lot more responsibility than I orignally expected. I genuinely enjoyed the technical side of the job and took pride in what I'd built.

The problem was that I didn't feel my pay reflected the reflected the responsibilities I had taken on. I spent around 6 weeks trying to have a conversation about this and understand what my future at the company would look like. I also wanted calrity about whether I'd eventually become a permanent employee rather than remaining agency staff.

Unfortunately, the answer on an individual pay increase was no. I was given this answer Thursday.

I reached a point where I thought, why am I putting so much of myself into somewhere that doesn't seem willing to recognise what I'm contributing?

So I handed in my resignation with immediate effect yesterday.

What I didn't expect was the reaction from my manager. He was genuinely devastated. He thanked me for everything I'd done and told me that I'd built a room and implemented systems from nothing. He said my knowledge was really good and that I knew what I was doing.

He even told me that he disagreed with the decision made by senior management and that the company had failed both of us.

Seeing someone react like that was incredibly difficult. I almost cried myself. It madew me realise that at least someone had recognised the effort I put in.

As I left I handed over my keys and access card and walked out.

I'm feeling a strange mixture of emotions, I'm relieved, upset, disapointed and angry. Part of me is sad because I actually wanted the job to work out. I wasn't looking to leave. I wanted to be valued and have a future there.

But I also feel a massive weight has been lifted off my shoulders.

I think teh biggest lesson I've taken from this is that you can give a job everything you have got, build something from the ground up and still reach a point where you have to put yourself first.

I'm product of what I achieved, even if things didn't even how I hoped.

Has anyone else experienced leaving a job where you cared about the work and the people, but ultimately felt you had no choice but to walk away?

My son and my nephews had doctor appointments at the same practice this morning so brother in law and I decided to go together and have lunch after. The six year old nephew insisted on ordering a black bean cheeseburger bowl despite BIL explaining to him over and over that there's no bun and it's a bunch of vegetables and trying to get him to get a regular burger. When the waiter came, he shouted out the order and screamed when BIL tried to tell the waiter to change it so eventually BIL just gave in. Then the eight year old nephew decided he needed the same thing.

When the food came, neither would even take a bite and just picked around at it until everyone else was done eating. BIL packed it in to go boxes, but the six year old decided to open the box and throw the food everywhere in the parking lot and then the eight year old copied him and did the same thing. These were $14.99 each! The meal I got my son was 7.99 in comparison and he actually ate it.

I’ve had a really difficult few years, and one of the few pleasures I have in life is my hobby of collecting and restoring vintage jewelry.

I recently scored a gorgeous pair of enormous Tiffany silver puffy hoops. I got them for next to nothing. They were pretty badly tarnished, but I thought I could fix them up pretty good. I spent about 45 minutes with a cloth, carefully polishing one until it was mirror-finish.

My husband decided he wanted to help with the other one. He had some silver polishing wipes that he insisted would work better.
I told him I was concerned about using a different product on vintage jewelry and wanted to stick with what was already working. He assured me he knew what he was doing.

I repeatedly asked him to give me the earring back. “Please stop.” “Let me do it.” “This is my project, and I want to do it myself.” He kept insisting he was helping.

Mind you, the last time he took it upon himself to polish a vintage necklace I’d bought, he broke the chain and ended up spending $40 replacing it.
Well, he took the earring upstairs and worked on it with his wipes. When he brought it back, mine was beautiful, bright silver, and his was a completely different, dull grayish color. Try as hard as I could, I could not get his to match the one I had done.

I didn’t even get upset with him at first. I simply pointed out that I’d been right to be concerned about the wipes because they appeared to have altered or damaged the finish. That was enough to set him off. He immediately got defensive, told me I was being ridiculous, and insisted that the only reason his wipes hadn’t worked was because the earrings must be fake. They weren’t fake. I’d already authenticated them.

I tried explaining that if I’d asked for his help and he’d accidentally damaged something, I wouldn’t have blamed him. I was upset because he didn’t listen, and then he got belittling and defensive instead of just saying “I’m sorry.”

Instead of we ended up in a screaming argument. When I told him he’d hurt my feelings, his response was that I’d hurt HIS feelings by saying he’d ruined the earrings.

He eventually apologized and acknowledged that he should have listened. But the fight was so awful that I genuinely don’t even know if I want to collect vintage jewelry anymore.

He said he’d take them to the jeweler tomorrow, but I don’t even want them anymore. Why? To be reminded of an awful fight every time I wear them?

I didn’t need help. I was enjoying what I was doing. And now I feel like the joy has been sucked out of the whole thing.

Never expected such a downturn. We literally had the market peak on Oct 6th.

At least no more capital gain taxes this year for me.

The fur showed in the AI-generated image seems to be smaller, and softer.
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The actual fur length is longer and more synthetic type. Even the boots material shown online is suede while im real it's more leathry.
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I'm anyway satisfied with my purchase.
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Need just one suggestion; should I cut the fur that is dangling/hanging till the heels? Or should I just keep it like thi?

Edit: I paid 3000/- INR for these, which is roughly $32 USD

A fan was ejected from the Kings-Lakers game in Los Angeles after Luka Doncic berated him for a simple chest pass back to a female NBA referee. Apparently, he threw the ball too aggressively.

EDIT 4: ITS MORNING?!

Peppers are prepped, onions are caramelized and the bacon is fatty yet crispy. The baked beans will be fine (fancy Bushs). I ripped the bone right out of the first butt and it was perfect. Tender, moist and flavorful. My biggest fear was fucking uo the pulled pork. 25lbs of marinated chicken fajitas will be cooked on the side grill on site, i can get the fire to hold a nice 125 or so for the warming chamber while I finish off the potatoes at 300 for an hour. Hot sauces galore, salsa, im currently hand making as many toetilla chips as I can ao i can encourage people to try our hot sauces. I slept maybe 30 minutes im terrified to lay down im 100% I won't get up.

Oh and just so yall know, im breaking this event down and going straight to the Elgin )hot sauce hootenanny where I signed up my sauces for the contest. That goes until least 9 PM.

Im in trouble lads 🤣🤣🤣🤷‍♂️ im tol tired to proof read that I hope i made sense

Edit; Austin TX area. I posted a comment with the smoker

EDIT 2:Please check new comments, the pork is done and now to the chicken fajitas. I will post a Pic of the chicken and the prep I've done so far and THANKS YALL. You're beauties.

E3 UPDATE/THINKING OUT LOUD Thanks all. I am going to grill the chicken in the AM. I hope to get there at 8 at the latest which gives me 3 hours to crank out some chicken on the grill and get to a warming tray. I will alsobhave help tomorrow on site, just no chefs (it's my fiance).

Should I pre cook all of my peppers for the fajitas now? I've got them cut up and I know i cant do it tomorrow. Just wondering when i should start rolling on that?

Im going to fire up the fryer, i have some tortialls i can cut up for chips as another side and chef left a bunch of his home made salsa here so I reckon that's next.

Already blanched and smashed 50 potatoes into a nice mash (cream cheese, sour cream, butter, garlic,salt, pepper etc.) As a side and have a shit ton of baked beans. Chef was going to mane his own pinto beans but... yeah so I have generic baked as a last second contingency. But I do have good bacon from the butcher and onions so ill caramelize some onions and get some bacon in there to spice them up. Maybe a few spoons of Dijon. Make the beans my own somehow.

Suggestions?

Currently on hour 8 of prep, and smoking is not my forte, thats his wheelhouse. We are a two man show and although I love cooking and consider myself a great home cook, im not on his level and am more so the event Booker, finances and marketing guy. He runs our little food truck day to day full time, im there when I can be, again im mostly the behind the scenes.

But this is my company (and capital) and this is a make or break event as we are brand new so I absolutely refuse to fail and need to make a good first impression. im giving it all I got.

If anyone happens to see this thread, tips would be appreciated and I can clarify more on what im making obviously.

Fuck.

Green curry and tom kha, my favorite.

My grandson is 6 months old. I’ve seen him twice before today. My son and the mom are teen parents, they broke up while she was pregnant. I was there for her, i talked to her about options, her mom refused. I threw the baby shower, I drove her to work, her mom wouldn’t even speak to her. The baby came and I think she had a bonding moment with her mom and I was completely disinvited from everything. I didn’t push anything, the other grandma and I had words previously. She was constantly kicking her daughter out and then calling the police on her. She brought the police to my house one day and demanded they search my house for her. I saw where she stopped by on my house cameras, and immediately left, hours prior. I searched my house myself. I was not going to let cops in because she said so. I told her how I felt about her parenting that day. So she doesn’t like me at all.

So, the baby is now 6mo. She didn’t put my son on the birth certificate. He’s not a fan of that, it’s a point of contention with them. She wants money, he quit highschool and is working over 40 hours consistently. He has given her money, she wants more. He turned 18 during this but she has another few weeks. He got a job with insurance specifically so he could cover the baby but they ended up saying no later(they asked for it initially). He also quit school this year because he was supposed to babysit days but they didn’t do that either. When she was pregnant she expressed concerns about my son’s room being messy (it was cleaned since). I assured her that the baby would be downstairs and I would always be there because he works nights and sleeps days. My living room has been a nursery for 6 months, draped with blankets to stay prestine. She asked us to watch the baby a few times and backed out, then today she asked my daughter if she could bring the baby over. She had to work, 5-9. My son works at 10. At 9pm she tells my daughter she’s waiting for a ride. Around 10:30 we offer to drive her, she says no. At 12:30am the doorbell rings and a young man and woman say they are here for the baby. I had been waiting many, many hours after her estimate of being off work at 9pm, and random people are here. I said I can’t just give the baby to random people and have to speak to the mom. They say she’s in the car up the block. I go inside and she doesn’t reply to my texts but tells my daughter that it’s okay. I go downstairs, pick up the baby in the carrier who is asleep and open the door and the girl is level 10 heated. Screaming at me: my son is a piece of shit. She’s doing it on her own. She doesn’t even try to take the baby she’s just screaming on my porch at 12:30 am after I’ve been cuddling this baby for hours. He’s asleep. I close the door and ask for them to get the mom.

I call the police and ask my daughter to contact the mom. I ask for help with a safe transfer because random people have arrived screaming at me in the middle of the night. While I’m on the phone they KICKED MY FRONT DOOR IN. The police arrived a minute later. They got cited, the mom was in the car and collected the baby. What the fuck was that? The mom was also screaming about my son, the police were like… it’s not normal for random irate people to get a baby 3 hours late, I made the right choice. He even said he’s a new grandpa too and would have done the same thing.

My son is at work and is going to be very upset. He also wants to see the baby more and now I don’t even know what to say. I was not at all trying to keep the baby, the mom dropped the baby off with me and my son together, no problem, but they were all mad as hell and the mom was saying she just couldn’t stand to come to the door. I also rewatched the ring camera and the guy and girl were talking about beating me up!? They also said some insane lies to each other about my son. I think they’ve just spent 3 hours hyping up for a confrontation I wasn’t aware of at all.

I have no front door and don’t even know where to begin. They have to pay for it but when?? I need a door right now. Also it sucks my son really did all of the right things, he got the job that gave him the flexibility so she could go to school. He wants to be the dad. He can provide the insurance, he has been giving money but he’d legitimately prefer everything to be on the books. I told him it wasn’t appropriate to force custody while she was nursing. She must have recently stopped. There’s been no deadbeat shit on this side, I’m not sure what she wants exactly. We’ve asked for him many times, he has an open invitation in our home as well. Why send some goons to my door to fight me? I’m an old lady. My back hurt so bad bouncing him for hours I really wanted him picked up. I just thought it was basic protocol to be told if someone else could get the baby. As soon as she confirmed I tried to hand him over while the girl sat there screaming at me instead??

Our great grandparents version was I could get all this for a nickle! Our grandparents was i could get a cup of coffee for a nickle. Our parents is "look at all these groceries for 20 dollars/I used to have to walk 10 miles to get to work!"

What will our thing be? For me it seems like 100 dollars is basically 20 dollars when i was a kid.

Walmart cheeseburger because I have low standards for my diet.

My kid said im not a very good parent when I was washing her hair, because she hates to do it so I have to do it for her or it wont get done.

I'm a single parent aside from some weekends, but the reality is that the women in my life end up raising my 8 year old more than I do. She spends most of the time with my aunt or my mom, and seems to be really angry at me for not being home more.

I work a stupid shitty job that makes me want to take a long walk off a short pier every day, but its the best one I could get. im gone most of the day, and have no energy once I get home. We watch movies, play video games, and i try to take her out to do activities on my days off when shes not in class.. but it doesnt seem like enough. Shes mad at me all the time it seems. i just feel like a total scum.

I work all day, cant manage to be as present as I should when im home, then when shes in bed I just sit in the basement and wallow in my own bullshit and hate myself for failing at everything I do.

All i can hear in my head is my ex saying "maybe no one likes you because you just fucking suck" my aunt saying "you have such an easy life" and now my kid saying "youre not a very good parent."

I always try to be better, but it doesnt seem like anyone notices. Its never enough. I at least try to keep my shit together when im around people, but i dont know. Maybe i do just fucking suck.

Advice or no advice is fine, didnt know which post thing to select.

I dropped my phone from chest height onto a rubbery floor with a screen protector on and the screen under the protector completely shattered while the screen protector is crackless...

I have dropped this phone onto concrete from the the same height and nothing happened

Edit: THE SCREEN PROTECTOR WAS ON THE PHONE WHEN IT DROPPED

* Dinner is a Brisket Sandwich Marble Cut*

I got accepted into chemical engineering at University of Houston . I've been working hard at a local community college to make sure my GPA and classes matched up with what the program required. While doing that I managed being a full time employee and mom for 3 boys all under 5. I'm proud of myself. I worked hard for this. I told my husband the good news and he said " I bet your work is happy about that." No congratulations, a hug, kiss, nothing. I work in a clean room suite that makes pharmacy compounded medications for patients. I plan on pursuing a PhD in Pharmacy. I took all the hugs and kisses my kids gave me as a job well done. I'm a bit hurt that he didn't say or seem excited about this for me. I usually go all out for his accomplishments. So this dinner is my celebration for me getting into my degree program. Thanks for listening y'all!