Does credit karma hold deposits

For any aspiring low elo adcs out there, just role swap. You'll climb faster. And you might even learn a thing or two about how to properly adc. If you don't want to role swap, pick scaling mages. That way your poor mechanics and awful positioning won't hold you back as much. You press your 4 buttons and you have dished out your damage. Unlike most other low elo adcs who will be the lowest damage in the game 90% of the time due to extreme hesitance to capitalize on windows to do damage.
As for the junglers, it's like watching a 500 rated chess player blundering every other move. Sometimes simple logic just does not compute for junglers.

for people who use cashapp, where the hell is our weekly deposit? i didn’t cash out sunday night so of course it does the auto deposit. with cashapp we get deposits early, so on monday afternoons instead of tuesday. i understand YESTERDAY was a holiday. i should’ve woken up with a deposit.

I recently signed up for EC-Council's Certified Cybersecurity Technician course and I'm curious to know if it holds value in the industry, particularly in terms of finding employment. Has anyone here completed this certification? If you have, I'd appreciate hearing about your experiences and how it impacted your career. Did it help you land a job in cybersecurity, and if so, what kind of roles were you able to pursue? I'm also interested in knowing how employers perceive this certification. Is it highly regarded, and does it make a difference in hiring decisions? Are there specific industries or sectors where this certification is particularly sought after? Any insights, personal stories, or general advice would be greatly appreciated. Thanks!

Marcone wields Namshiel. The last time we saw that creature it was a member of Tessa's crew, working with Nicodemus. Presumably, it has had no other hosts between then and Marcone.
My question is, does Marcone think Dresden has Lasciel? Namshiel almost certainly knew Dresden had her shadow (and there's always the matter of Hellfire to tip Marcone off), but he also knows Dresden has access to Soulfire, and is in a better position than most to explain to Marcone what that means. Is that enough to signal Lasciel's shadow's absence? And might Namshiel have deceived him anyway?
Who knows Dresden resisted her influence? Certainly the information heavyweights, Mab and her ilk. Could Marcone have learned from them? If he could have known that Ascher was holding Lasciel's coin, that would probably do it, but since she was supposed to be all ambushy and only revealed herself in the vault itself, it's unclear what information could have possibly leaked out to Marcone.
Ultimately, I wonder if part of the reason Marcone picked up a coin is because he thinks Dresden did. For all their emnity, Marcone has followed Dresden's lead in a lot of ways, taking his cue for long-term strategy from the lessons of Dresden's life. I don't mean he's following Dresden's principles, but you could learn a lot about the way supernatural creatures operate and how to be prepared for them from watching Dresden's messes over the years, and when Dresden essentially offered to make him Baron in exchange for protection Chicago, Marcone took the task and ran with it.
If Marcone thought Dresden had taken up a coin, it would go a long way to clarifying why the man who works only for himself and walks his own path almost as much as Dresden does decided to take one up as well. Or at least accept Namshiel's shadow's bargain.

A couple of caveats. Firstly, one has to make peace with the ugliness of society - to hold a perpetual grudge is not going to help you. Secondly, just because the blame lies with society does not mean that the responsibility does not lie with you. You will still have to change.
That said, I think many are prone to thinking that they are somehow broken, misfits, losers, fuck-ups, etc. The common denominator in all of these labels is the idea that there is something wrong with me, on a fundamental level - as if there is something I have done wrong or simply been cursed with an unlucky existence. The truth, however, is that you are not screwed up. It is the society that is screwed up. If you did not fit in, it was not your fault - it was the society's.
The society is very broken. People are very fearful, and the whole thing runs on fear. For that reason, we cut love at its very roots. We don't teach acceptance, love, vulnerability, or courage. Instead, we teach judgment, self-condemnation, fear, and cowardice. Almost everyone is stuck in the same trap. However, on the surface, there seem to be some people thriving - some, or even many. It is not socially acceptable to say "hey, I'm struggling". Those who admit to it only admit to it half-heartedly, and those who actually kill themselves or struggle with addiction or other issues are seen as undesirables. For "normal people" it is not OK to admit how deeply you suffer. You will be an outcast.
Yet everyone is in the same boat. This can cause one to think that the problem is indeed with him or herself. Everyone else seems to have it figured out, right? Wrong. People are simply shielded and afraid to admit how they lost they are. Conversation is very superficial. There is no authenticity - it's not permitted.
If you have been thinking that you are the problem, you are not. You have been a victim of this awful, fearful conditioning.
As I said before, it's your responsibility to take a leap out of it. It's your life. But it is helpful to open your eyes to the truth and stop blaming yourself for the situation.

What's the most ridiculous rumor you've ever heard about yourself?

Where memories fade, love's essence ignites.
A car crash into a pine tree shatters the facade of a once seemingly blissful marriage. Jack's desperate attempts to bring down the tree with a chainsaw leave his wife, Hazel, wondering what has become of their bond. Is he still the same man she fell in love with three decades ago? As Hazel battles her fears, "Journey to the Treetop" invites readers on an emotional ride through the tumultuous landscape of a mind affected by memory loss.
CABIN ROAD is the gateway to paradise.
But why does this feel like a path to hell?
I smash into a tall pine tree that stands in the middle of the otherwise straight gravel road. I've gone around it hundreds of times before. But now, my fingers are firmly gripped on the steering wheel, disregarding all my commands. Have I become paralyzed?
A potato is wobbling on the dashboard, having obviously leaped out of the potato crates in the back seat. Jack gets out and strides to the front bumper. His lips press into a thin line as he appraises the destruction and cost of fixing it. Nothing should hold him back from swearing. But he maintains his composure, anger simmering just beneath the surface.
The memory of thirty years of marriage fills my mind. I question whether this man has drugged me. A fleeting thought that he might have crashed the car surfaces, but it seems too much of a stretch. I take a deep breath and try to clear my head.
In the rear-view mirror, Jack gets an axe from the trunk. He comes and gazes at me from my window, his eyes looking heavy and weary—like two precious pearls inside their oyster-like shells. I straighten and open the window:
“Thank goodness it wasn't worse.”
“I'll chop it down.”
“That’s a pretty big tree, Jack.”
Jack blinks several times.
“I do have a chainsaw...”
“Yes.” I wonder what stories this tree has witnessed during its lifetime. Will we see the marks of our journey on its rings? There’s always something that gets squeezed in tighter, begging to be unraveled.
“I'll drive you to the cabin and grab the chainsaw,” Jack says. “Prepare some coffee while I'm gone.”
Our short passage to the cabin around the bend is like shifting through the fog of memory. I'm in the kitchen. My fingers clench around the coffee tin can and spoon. Bewilderment engulfs my brain. I spot Jack with his saw. He slips around the corner, the curve of his bottom visible through his tight work trousers. I feel anxious about the crash. Did I deliberately hit the tree?
The measuring spoon slips from my hand. It drops onto the floor along with the tin can. I clean up the mess. Could someone drive into a tree on purpose? Accidents do happen after all. It's fascinating to see him take on this role of being so chivalrous. Far away from his academic duties.
As the chainsaw outside whines, I scroll through social media on my phone. People arguing about something or other makes me tired. I pick up a copy of Science magazine from the coffee table and scan through an article titled “Quantum Communication Across Interstellar Space,” authored by Jack. As usual, the details go right over my head. I like to amuse myself with the idea that it speaks about communicating with individuals who have passed away.
Billy's message pops up. He asks for money for a fishing trip with his buddies somewhere in Lapland. I am more than happy to support him since he’s enlisting in the army soon in July. My big boy.
I tell him about the car crash, and he gives me advice about a car repair store. Jack comes back earlier than expected. He plops into his seat, sweat beading on his forehead and the smell of resin emanating from him. He seems disappointed.
I pour coffee to the brim.
“Did the saw get stuck?”
Jack shakes his head and adds sugar to his mug.
“It got shattered under the tree. I stumbled...”
Silence descends slowly, like dust.
“My helmet cracked.”
“Do you want me to buy new parts when I go to the store?”
“No need.”
“But there's pruning and cutting to do first.”
Jack takes a bite out of a cinnamon bun.
“I can sharpen the axe.”
“Ask the neighbors for help, that's what they're for. You can also mow the lawn while I'm away.”
“The grass is already short— it'll die off.”
“You don't want ticks taking over! Think about your mother's joint pain. She would roll in her grave if—”
“Cremated?’
“Yes!” My answer is like a flyswatter, leaving no room for further discussion or quantum physics.
Jack is busy chewing on the bun. His regular coffee breaks, which have become part of his daily routine in his sixties, have honed impressive jowls.
We enjoy our coffee and stare at the lake. Calm as a mirror. I have a feeling Jack will soon suggest fishing. As I gather my things to leave, I call to him:
“Don't hurt yourself. Should I bring more buns?”
“I was thinking of skipping the sugar and wheat...”
I simply smile in reply.
“Can you refuel the car?” Jack asks.
I'm already off. The door slams shut in the middle of his sentence, but Jack knows better than to expect a response.
I jump into the driver's seat and immediately notice forgotten potato baskets in the back seat, but my mind drifts away before I can do anything about it. As I pass by our old well, I remember that we need to discuss connecting the cabin to a new water source. No matter what it costs, it needs to be done. Why should I agree to be responsible for our running water anymore?
I collide with something hard. Airbags abruptly inflate around me, disorienting me as my vision blurs. Struggling to escape from the tangled mess of seatbelts and inflatable bags, it feels like I'm an old person trying to climb out of a bouncy castle.
My gaze rests on the scene before me, but my thoughts can't understand it. I have plowed into a tree stump. The tree stretches over the ditch. Nearby the chainsaw lies crushed. The cutting chain is nowhere to be found.
I get back in the car. Should I phone Jack for an urgent call? Inhaling slowly helps me stay calm. Why didn’t he mention the tree stump?
Someone taps on my window
I jump and my neck stiffens up. I reach for the window switch.
“I should have told you about...” Jack says.
“The stump?”
“Didn't you see the tree on the ground?”
“I'm sorry. I was daydreaming.”
“Great galaxy, Hazel! You're burning through our last savings as if money grew on trees!”
Jack is being truly authentic with me. I stare back at him like some big-eyed exotic species from Madagascar that I can't identify in all this chaos.
Jack opens the door and starts to put the cushion back in its place. We turn on the engine, giving the accelerator a test ride.
“Let's go to a repair shop. I'm sure our insurance will cover this,” Jack suggests. “We can say that we had an accident with a reindeer.”
“You're supposed to report it to the police or game warden if you hit an animal,” I reply.
Jack pauses for a moment. He then reverses and drives forward again, but when he looks into the rear-view mirror, he slams on the brakes.
“I have a better plan.”
He retrieves an orange towing strap from the trunk, a burst of determination on his face. He connects the stump and the tow hook.
“Get ready. We’re going to take a quantum leap here.”
We buckle our seat belts with a single click as we prepare for the inevitable disaster. We had already made so many mistakes together, starting with raising our children—though sometimes failing was just part of parenting.
Jack revs up the engine. A sudden lurch forward, then Jack howls in pain as the stump smashes through the rear window, clambering through the seats and lodging itself onto the gearbox, trapping Jack's hand. He veers off toward the ditch.
The Milky Way spins around us, potatoes fly in the air and suddenly, all is quiet. We find ourselves upside down—surrounded by earthy potatoes and broken glass.
I try to break the silence:
“I just remembered: Billy's friend can repair cars at the vocational school much cheaper.”
Jack looks so pale, his face almost white. I guess he’s contemplating the next step.
Through the cracked windshield, I see the chainsaw chain lying in the ditch. How did it come to be rusting away? Maybe everything will go back to normal if we sit here and wait.
It feels almost as if we are flying in outer space, my nerves slowly calming down. But then a sudden stillness strikes that is anything but soothing.
“Jack, I’m feeling a bit dizzy…”
No answer.
“Jack...”
I snap open my eyes and the scene in front of me has changed drastically. It’s like I’ve been sucked into some kind of surreal void.
I hear a tapping noise on the window. An apology and then a loud thud; a huge rock has been hurled through the glass. A stench of strong aftershave ferments around me. A burly arm reaches across to release the seatbelt. An elderly man growls something crude, nothing like Jack's usual scout-like words.
My eyes close as I'm being cradled away, and visions of Jack's mathematics and symbols flicker around in my mind. Is the soul truly free when there is no force of gravity to pull us down?
I don't know who my savior is, but I can sense his worry as his face reddens. He is in military garb.
I come to as I feel my head thudding against the rubble. Instantly, I yearn to run away, contemplating that perhaps this experience is only a dream, and I'm back in the cabin chamber, tucked securely underneath a cosy blanket. A blanket that grants me the power to perform heroic acts like disappearing in a puff of smoke.
“Are you okay?” he speaks in a familiar voice.
Fingers brush over my clothes, picking out pieces of glass. My pocket contains an odd bulge—a potato? Suddenly, everything clicks: an aged Billy, wearing a major's rank insignia. How could he have achieved that rank so fast?
“Son, what are you doing on this tree ring?”
Billy peers at me from across the way, accompanied by a mysterious female figure.
“We came to check on how you're doing,” Billy says. “Do you remember what happened?”
I raise my head and look around. There's nobody in the driver's seat of the car.
“Where is Jack?” I manage.
Billy furrows his brows like a detective would when weighing evidence. An image of the classic TV show Columbo flashes through my mind—he could lull suspects into a false sense of security before dropping the hammer of his sharp intellect on their inconsistencies. But I'm not hiding anything here. Though why are modern shows so bad? That's another mystery entirely.
“Mom, what were you doing out here? The road is an absolute disaster zone, with the car smashed up in the ditch.”
My thoughts swim haphazardly as Billy reads something from my expression, then casts his eyes towards his new girlfriend for assistance.
I try to get up but it hurts too much. Instead, I reach into my pocket and feel a sandy-sharp potato there. Maybe I can still wash it off.
“I’m fine,” I reply. “I need to get back to plowing the field... baking buns for Jack... buying a chainsaw...”
The darkness returns and I feel my body shiver. I'm in the car, traveling down bumps I've known for quite some time. Soon, I’m settled inside the cabin's living room on the couch. The coffee maker is gurgling in the corner of the room. Billy is on a call with a doctor about how to deal with grief and coping alone; it seems someone had died while cutting down a tree last year. He gets furious and threatens to take away the keys from the person he's talking to. It might be a good idea; many people have too many keys that they don't use anyway.
My head is spinning with thoughts about Jack's absence. Where did he go?
Someone runs water over potatoes while a pot clatters on the stovetop. My temper rises as I wait for Jack's return. I won't stay here by myself without an explanation from him. I call out for Jack until there's no sound left but my coughing voice.
I crave sausage soup, and I know I must go to the store. As I try to move forward, I am wading through tar. They guide me to the coffee table. According to Jack, time runs faster the more hunched your back becomes. Let it be and let us sit here, motionless, gazing at the tips of our shoes. Surely, time has slowed down in this moment.
Billy reaches out and takes my hand. A handsome, greying gentleman. His girlfriend also places her hand on top of the pile. Her name is Ewa. A beautiful name, something familiar about her.
But did I hear her calling me mother?
In the yard, a squirrel hops with a cone in its mouth. It freezes and stares at me. I avert my gaze. My hands suddenly look wrinkled. I summon the inner strength that I've been striving to find for an eternity:
“Do we have to leave now?”
Billy exchanges glances with Ewa and then looks outside.
“You don't have to walk this path alone, Mother.”
We finish our coffee without saying another word. The wind sweeps across the lake. A pair of swans take flight, and a duet of gentle honks echo across the water.
A shivering cold envelops me. Billy and Ewa take me to the car. The potatoes can wait.
The sun blazes brightly above us as we travel the cabin road; shapeless clouds dot the horizon and suddenly I sense a presence—as if someone is waving to me.
I surrender.
I believe I will be warmly welcomed.

On the latest version of Premiere Pro on a Windows 11 laptop, I can't scroll along the timeline using the trackpad, also, holding the alt key, I can't zoom in and out of the timeline.
It works fine on the program monitor and the source monitor, but not on the timeline. I am also able to expand each channel size by using two fingers on the trackpad and pulling the opposing corners into the center. However, scrolling and zooming still does not work.
I have tried this on different projects, new projects and timelines with different footage and it is still the case. There are no issues with the laptop trackpad as it functions fine on other Adobe programs.
I posted the issue in the Adobe Support Community 2 weeks ago. It was reported to their Bugs Report Forum but there has been no changes.
Has anyone had the same issue? Any fixes? It's a real headache!

My son recently turned 3 and for the past few weeks he has been throwing tantrums for not getting what he wants.
We were walking through Walmart and my son wanted to hold mommy’s hand. Im pushing the cart with my daughter and my wife is looking through her list running to and fro zigzagging through the isles. She cant hold her list, grab the items she wants, and hold his hand the entire time. He doesnt want to hold my hand, just mommy’s. My wife cant swap with me because she still would need two hands every so often to steer the thing. Every time she let go of his hand he would start screaming at the top of his lungs. This stressed my wife out so much every time and I could tell she was on the break down border. So as any embarrassed parent does when their child is making a scene in front of a ton of strangers, I picked him up and walked him back out to the truck and fastened him back in his car seat. The entire time kicking and screaming for mommy. I put in headphones while he lets go.
Yesterday I was not home. He wanted to bounce on this ball he had just gotten in the living room while my wife was cleaning. She told him to pick out another toy and play with it because she couldnt watch him to make sure he didnt bounce and bust his head open while doing chores. He threw a tiny wooden box decoration across the living room and broke some glass and started screaming as he did in the store. All she could to do to ease herself was put him in his bed and go back to her chores.
Do I need to be more firm with him? I have raised my voice slightly at him a couple of times but that seemed to make it worse. Ive tried taking his toys away- same result. Putting him in the corner- nada. A light spankin- absolutely the least ideal outcome. I know I cant give him what he wants because then it will never stop. I love him to death and I haven’t come close to breaking, but im worried my wife is going to snap and go overboard with punishment because it really is excessive how bad these tantrums are. I dont think she will do anything to endanger him but it wont be pretty at all.
Any advice will help.

So, I met this girl Kylea. About 2 years ago. She was dating my co-worker's son. This was back when I used to work at a liquor store. She started working there too and because we were pretty much the only people our age, and because we worked with each other so much, I kind of developed a crush on her. I was 2 months out of a year long relationship. We used to flirt(jokingly) all the time. I never thought too much about it. Then my co-workers(not her boyfriend's mom) started pointing it out that she might have a crush on me too. Apparently, she made it pretty obvious but I'm just dense like that. She started telling me things about her relationship and how her boyfriend was kind of abusive. One Sunday night when it was just us two in the store and it was pretty quiet, she came on to me pretty strong. I was 23 at the time and pretty lonely, going through some of the worst years of life. I had just lost my mom to cancer the year before and had just broken up with my girlfriend because I didn't feel my heart was into the relationship anymore. I wasn't finding joy in anything, other than going to work and getting to spend time with Kylea. She was so much like me, we pretty much became best friends. That Sunday night, we figured we would eventually end up fucking. I knew she was in a relationship, and I wasn't looking for one, so I assumed we were on the same page. Next week, I picked her up, brought her home and we did it. Not to brag or anything, but it was the best sex of her life, and mine. She came about 6 times and took me an hour and half to finish. We were exhausted, and she was so sore she couldn't walk. The ride back to drop her off was weird. She was looking at me differently. She came over again the next day. This time as well, all that passion and sexual tension of months led to great sex. She said she loved me in the middle of it, while looking into my eyes. I said it back. After that night she never left my place. Her boyfriend eventually found out after a week or so(I had asked her to tell him, and end things with him like an adult plenty of times). Around the same time my roommates were fed up with me too because of Kylea staying over all the time. She moved back with her parents, and after getting kicked out of my place, I couch surfed at a friend's for a month and a half, and eventually(after about 5 months) found a place for me and Kylea. She moved in after a month and half. We had both quit our jobs and moved to a new city, looking to start a new life. We were talking about marriage all the time, and having sex, laughing, dancing. I was in love. And I believe so was she. She couldn't find a job and I was on a work permit in a foreign country, which was ending in 4 months. I took care of her and covered her for the next 5 months. We decided we would just get married so I could get residency and keep on working. We wanted to have kids and our own place. I was 24 and we had been dating for over a year, I was sure that this was the woman I was going to marry. I met her family, and she was the first girl I ever introduced to my family. I was her first boyfriend that her family liked. Everything was perfect. Then, this January, she got fired from her job for nothing that was her fault. I'll admit that she did not deserve that. I truly believe that. But before moving forward, let me give you all some context. She was still texting her exes while she was with me, and when I found out and confronted her, she got mad. She started punching me and shoving me, and I managed to keep myself in check. I picked up my basketball and left to go play ball so I could not think about it. It didn't work. Then she came looking for me, crying and apologizing, and I melted. I could not not forgive her. I loved her. She said she wouldn't do it again and I forgot about it. Coming back to January 2023(the whole texting thing happened in August 2022), she got fired and next month happened to be her turn to pay rent. I bought her hair dye, a hair straightener and a new hair dryer because she had always wanted one, and I wanted to see her in better spirits. She dyed her hair the next day. She straightened her hair the day after that. Day after that she met me outside the house, and she was looking gorgeous. She had makeup on, and red straight hair. I was blown away, truly happy and ecstatic. Delighted even, because she seemed to be in a better mood. She said she was going to go to her mom's place for the night. I said okay and kissed her, and told her I loved her. She said she loved me too. She gave me a tight squeeze, and said goodbye. For some reason, that night, her leaving made me really sad. Almost to the point of tears, as if I knew that was the last time I would get to see her. She picked that up too and told me not to cry over her, as she shut the door behind her. Next three days I kept texting her and waiting for her reply. She would send me a single text every night, saying she was going to stay one more night. I trusted her. The fourth day, Friday, I got off work and was looking forward to coming home to her. She wasn't home still. I texted her but didn't get a reply. And then I made a mistake, I texted her mom. I asked her mom if she could get Kylea to reply to my texts, and her mom told me that she wasn't there, nor had she been for a while. I broke, then and there. I texted her the screenshot of her mom's text and told her not to come home. I asked her if she was cheating on me, she said no and that she was with a friend(refused to say who, said "does it even matter") and just needed some space to think things through. We were supposed to get married the next month. After that, she blocked me and wouldn't reply to her mom, or me. After a month of a constant stream of texts, and just general degeneracy, I stopped texting her. Then my manager from the liquor store texts me and tells me that she saw Kylea, with her ex. The one she told me used to hit her. The one she told me was an alcoholic, to the point where he had trouble getting an erection. The dude was a couple of years younger than me. I turned 25 last month, and its been 4 months since she left. I have no answers. I don't know what I did wrong. Maybe it's karma, maybe its just bad luck. I know I'm not the only person this has happened to, but it still hurts so much. I keep thinking about her from time to time. I keep getting Google photos memories of her and me. I can't bring myself to look at the pictures, nor delete them. I even downloaded Tinder again, on the advice of some friends. I've talked to some girls and tried to put myself out there. To find a distraction, to find someone better, or to find someone I deserve, however good or bad I am. Her cheating on me was not my fault, but I can't help but blame myself, for being so naive, and stupid.
Kylea, you'll probably never see this, and honestly I hope you don't. I don't want to give you the satisfaction of thinking that you found something else(while you were with me), and I'm still struggling to come to terms with the fact that its over.
I remember you crying and telling me how much you loved me, and how I didn't realize how much I meant to you, outside that Indian restaurant on 90th Ave and Scott Rd.
I remember you preferred my chicken and alfredo pasta over everything else I'd cook for you.
I remember you telling me, a month before you left me, on Christmas Eve, how happy you were that your mom and dad liked me. That your sisters liked me. And how much that meant to you.
I remember you telling me how you would stick with me through everything, and that you would never cheat on me.
I remember telling you things about my mom I have never told anyone.
I remember your favorite drinks, and favorite spots to chill.
I remember how much you loved Dom(my best friend's kid), and how I had no answer for him when he asked me where you were.
I remember all the things I gave you and all the things you gave me because I had to go through all our stuff and seperate it, so your parents could come pick it up.
I remember everything, and nothing.
Jinu

This has been eating at me so I thought I’d get some opinions.
So yesterday I was flying from Europe back to the US. Upon lining up to board, they weighed each of our carry-on bags to ensure they were under 10kg/22lbs. None of us were prepared for this, didn’t realize there even was a weight limit and MANY of us were over (most by only 1-2kg) They informed us that we would have to check any bags above this weight AND pay them $125 to do so. This obviously made people quite upset. So there are probably 30-40 people gathered around one woman with a credit card scanner and we were not allowed forward without paying. I witnessed so many people in distress, couples who were having to do math to figure out which of their credit cards had enough balance, and younger adults freaking out because it wasn’t in their budget/they didn’t have the money.
This got me heated. I know when I was younger this would be quite a significant amount of money for me, especially unplanned.
Why I might be the AH: I first decided to try and argue/negotiate (along with everyone else) but we were just making it take longer for everyone. I was so frustrated and wanted to do something. I went up to the man actually weighing the bags and said in a quiet voice (so he might think I was embarrassed) and asked “what does somebody do if they can’t afford it?” I technically did NOT lie by saying I couldn’t afford it, but obviously implied it. This was on purpose He stumbled a bit and then just let me through. I was 1.5kg over weight.
I could afford it. I just hated the principle and was thinking about younger me and was upset.
*To be fair - the weight requirement was in the terms we all signed, but many (including me) did not notice — that’s on us. But our carry ons were not weighed leaving the US with the same airline so everyone was quite surprised. *
I feel like if these rules were to be enforced there should be highly visible scales before going through security to allow the tools to prevent this from happening. Otherwise we are just guessing yes? I also feel like the $125 charge should be more visible, as many of us are used to having a bag checked for free if the airplane is full, etc.
I mostly feel bad for “cheating” the process (and not sharing my plan with anyone else), but I feel like it is a ridiculous predatory policy and wanted to take a stand.
So, AITA?
EDIT: the cost to check a bag before the gate was $90 or so. If more people were aware of the enforcement or able to weigh their bags, they would have saved $35. That is not to say it isn’t our fault for not reading fine print.

Ana. You were the first one to be there for me, when we met some kids were bullying you because of your beautiful knowledge of the outside world. I, in that tiny moment filled with childrens mocking laughter, was your knight, coming to your aide saying "I asked." People were shocked by this sudden interruption, but they let you go. I was embarassed as well, to be honest, but you, with your head down said "thank you", some words I wouldn't forget. We kept talking, and it was with you that I found out what it meant to have butterflies in my stomach.
Because of my fear of having this love discovered, I maintained a selfish distance from you, even when you hugged me when summer break was over, saying "I missed you". Those moments were everything, I felt the slight tinge of love, but I didn't know how to embrace it, and just take you home. I was a coward, a terrible coward afraid of the things my brother said to me. It would take time to learn I was NOT a failure, but too long.
... and how could I forget about this, the time I lashed out agaisn't you when you just wanted to help me. You spoke in a way my brother did, it wasn't your fault, but it was a bad day for me, and I acted like a fucking idiot. There marks the day when our relationship went downhill, forever. I am so sorry Ana, I wish I could go back in time to the first day I met you to hold your hand and sing forever about whatever made us happy. I am so sorry. I am now suffering what you suffered then, it's just Karma, so I can get punished. I loved you, but life keeps going. Regrets are here, tormenting me forevermore, but I need to move on. Life calls, but again I say: I loved you.

Prayer based on Revelation 5:1-14
We worship the One who sits on the throne and the slain Lamb who now lives forever.
Father, we praise You for sending Your Son to fulfill all righteousness.
John sees the One seated on the throne holding a scroll in His right hand sealed with seven seals. John hears a mighty angel proclaim, "Who is worthy to break the seals and open the scroll." When no one could open the scroll, John weeps. One of the elders said to John, do not weep for the Lion of Juda, and the root of David has conquered and is worthy to break the seals and open the scroll. (Jeremiah 33:14-16) John then sees a Lamb amid the throne, the four living creatures, and the elders. (the focal point of the room) The Lamb, although slain, was standing and had seven horns. (representing all power and authority) The Lamb has seven eyes, which are the seven spirits of God, sent out unto all the earth on the day of Pentecost. (Acts 1:8, John 15:26-27) The Lamb takes the scroll from the right hand of the Father. (symbolizing the transfer of authority) The four living creatures and the 24 elders all fall down in worship and sing praises to the Lamb, for He is worthy to exercise all judgment and has all authority. John saw a great multitude of angels: around the throne, singing praises to the Lamb. Then they are joined by every creature in heaven and earth, singing praises to the Lamb.
Father, give us a heart for worship, as we see clearly on display in this passage. Amen.
Questions for reflection and meditation: 1. How does worship in your life and in your Church compare with the worship described in this passage? 2. Why is Jesus worthy of your worship? 3. How does John respond to seeing the unworthiness of every creature? 4. If you do not see the things that John sees and respond the way he responds, What must you do? 5. Compare the worship in this chapter with the worship in chapter 4. How has the focus changed? 6. How would you describe your current worship experience? 7. What makes it possible for us to experience passionate worship in this life and the life to come?

Prayer based on Revelation 5:1-14
We worship the One who sits on the throne and the slain Lamb who now lives forever.
Father, we praise You for sending Your Son to fulfill all righteousness.
John sees the One seated on the throne holding a scroll in His right hand sealed with seven seals. John hears a mighty angel proclaim, "Who is worthy to break the seals and open the scroll." When no one could open the scroll, John weeps. One of the elders said to John, do not weep for the Lion of Juda, and the root of David has conquered and is worthy to break the seals and open the scroll. (Jeremiah 33:14-16) John then sees a Lamb amid the throne, the four living creatures, and the elders. (the focal point of the room) The Lamb, although slain, was standing and had seven horns. (representing all power and authority) The Lamb has seven eyes, which are the seven spirits of God, sent out unto all the earth on the day of Pentecost. (Acts 1:8, John 15:26-27) The Lamb takes the scroll from the right hand of the Father. (symbolizing the transfer of authority) The four living creatures and the 24 elders all fall down in worship and sing praises to the Lamb, for He is worthy to exercise all judgment and has all authority. John saw a great multitude of angels: around the throne, singing praises to the Lamb. Then they are joined by every creature in heaven and earth, singing praises to the Lamb.
Father, give us a heart for worship, as we see clearly on display in this passage. Amen.
Questions for reflection and meditation: 1. How does worship in your life and in your Church compare with the worship described in this passage? 2. Why is Jesus worthy of your worship? 3. How does John respond to seeing the unworthiness of every creature? 4. If you do not see the things that John sees and respond the way he responds, What must you do? 5. Compare the worship in this chapter with the worship in chapter 4. How has the focus changed? 6. How would you describe your current worship experience? 7. What makes it possible for us to experience passionate worship in this life and the life to come?

Prayer based on Revelation 5:1-14
We worship the One who sits on the throne and the slain Lamb who now lives forever.
Father, we praise You for sending Your Son to fulfill all righteousness.
John sees the One seated on the throne holding a scroll in His right hand sealed with seven seals. John hears a mighty angel proclaim, "Who is worthy to break the seals and open the scroll." When no one could open the scroll, John weeps. One of the elders said to John, do not weep for the Lion of Juda, and the root of David has conquered and is worthy to break the seals and open the scroll. (Jeremiah 33:14-16) John then sees a Lamb amid the throne, the four living creatures, and the elders. (the focal point of the room) The Lamb, although slain, was standing and had seven horns. (representing all power and authority) The Lamb has seven eyes, which are the seven spirits of God, sent out unto all the earth on the day of Pentecost. (Acts 1:8, John 15:26-27) The Lamb takes the scroll from the right hand of the Father. (symbolizing the transfer of authority) The four living creatures and the 24 elders all fall down in worship and sing praises to the Lamb, for He is worthy to exercise all judgment and has all authority. John saw a great multitude of angels: around the throne, singing praises to the Lamb. Then they are joined by every creature in heaven and earth, singing praises to the Lamb.
Father, give us a heart for worship, as we see clearly on display in this passage. Amen.
Questions for reflection and meditation: 1. How does worship in your life and in your Church compare with the worship described in this passage? 2. Why is Jesus worthy of your worship? 3. How does John respond to seeing the unworthiness of every creature? 4. If you do not see the things that John sees and respond the way he responds, What must you do? 5. Compare the worship in this chapter with the worship in chapter 4. How has the focus changed? 6. How would you describe your current worship experience? 7. What makes it possible for us to experience passionate worship in this life and the life to come?

I grew up with a neglectful but also hot-headed impatient, humble-brqgging father. We are an immigrant family who had to survive through recession in the late 2010s and there were many days and weeks and months of stress and hard work trying to raise a family and build a stable finance. But through their stress, I being the oldest child became their scapegoat to berate, insult, and sometimes beat. Especially by my own father.
Worst of all he was a very sexist man. He overwork me to death but never gave me any credit because I was "supposed to do what I". Yet my younger brother got none of the maltreatment, did none of the hardwork being the golden boy, and get extensive praise for being a happy kid. Of course he turned out well. Spoiled, highly confident, but fail school and now refuse to go to college. Crazy right?
My father never truly apologized. He never looked past his prejudice and refuse to see my point of view. Worst of all, this man who made my childhood hell is a pathetic man child, who's only regressing through the year. Incredibly delusional and has fallen for some stupid conspiracy and he's opinionated on wacky shit that has no relation with reality.
Maybe he's depressed. Maybe he's in denial of the fact that none of his children love him or respect his negligent ass.
But he had his moment being a good father. There were many times he did good for us and for our health. Maybe the stress did some mental damage. I don't know. But his mental regression and emotional dependency on me - while still disrespecting my worth due to his sexist view, his dependency urks me. I hate how I'm the one he leans on now because I am the daughter, I am the one he leans on for familial love. Because his marriage is bad. Because he never talks to his own family members. He never keep up with anyone emotionally. Just him and his delusions and his conspiracy and his "my good daughter is the only one that loves me".
I do love him. But his audacity truly pisses me off and makes me feel less being eve slightly empathetic to him.
I wish I wasn't so resentful and hold so much grudges. But his good as a father never ever balanced his bad. In fact he's continue to get worst. I want to take him to therapy one day to maybe make up for him.
But right now, this dutiful "loving" daughter, even as an act, is practically impossible. It actually disgust me how fake it feels, how he wants me to feed to his fantasy of a good relationship.
Is there any advice some of you can offer me? How should I try forgiving?

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Thus far, I have been using my CIBC US Debit credit card. But is it wiser to hold on to my USD and use my Canadian savings? Or does it not matter?
Thank you

Hello, apologies but this is going to be a really long post and basically a stream of consciousness, and I understand if no one bothers to read any of it. The main problem I (M 28) have is that I think a lot of these feelings are really intense and quite sad. I feel like I can’t talk to my friends or family about them because a lot of them are depressed or seem as though they have their own problems and I don’t want to burden people by making them worry about me. I think maybe I could benefit from therapy, but there is no way I could afford to pay for it, and on the NHS I don’t know how long the waiting list is, but I also don’t want to take away the place in the queue from someone who has experienced real trauma in their life when I have lived a relatively sheltered middle-class regular life in the UK.
Something I have been seriously struggling in my life since I was a teenager is fatigue and this is possibly linked to mental problems stemming from what I would call overthinking and floods of empathic thoughts created from the things I learn about the world around me and I consume from the media. I’m going to give an example of some of the things that run through my head, and if you want you can read a part of it to get the gist and skip the next paragraph.
I feel terrible for all the animals that are going to be wiped out by environmental changes due to climate change, and I feel sad that this loss of biological life means the next generations might never see the beauty of the species we lose. I feel sad for the loss of knowledge of how these species interacted with the environment and their genetics, the loss of insights we could have gained in medicine. I feel sad for all the animals trapped in huge battery farms living in horrific conditions, and I feel sad for all the people eating food that is contaminated, and I feel sad for the future issues that will come from this, pandemics, antibiotic resistance, monocultures destroying the environment, the pollution from agriculture, the loss of soil quality for future farmers. I feel sad that water and soil is becoming polluted with forever chemicals from industry, and I feel sad that resources are going to diminish quickly and inevitably lead to war and famine, which they have in many places already. I feel sad that people will turn to fanatical populism when conditions deteriorate and I feel sad they will likely vote and act against their own interests and turn on each other and their neighbouring countries. I feel sad that this has and will lead to increased immigration, and I feel sad that this going to lead to increased friction between people. I feel sad for LGBT and others who will be subject to increased persecution due to difference in cultural and imposed moral values of those that immigrate. I feel sad for the racism people will experience after immigrating, and the inevitable ghettoisation as people fail to become integrated and the exacerbation of extremism due to this. I feel sad for people of colour experiencing racism, real disadvantages and hurt due to effects of white supremacy and post-colonial systemic injustice that is constantly being diminished by certain media. I feel sad for people who live in these countries already who are being challenged, demonised for their xenophobia, that has been encouraged by some of their own media and made to feel small and wrong, however it can be justified, for legitimate concerns about the erosion of their own culture, but also the degeneration of their lives and the lives of people around them due to addiction epidemics and disappearance of industry and lack of support that has occurred in parallel with progressivism and globalism. I feel sad for trans people who experience violence and fear almost every day and whose lives and medical support have been subject to intense, extreme political battery. I feel sad for people who have had their previously concrete beliefs in gender challenged and demonised by certain media, however justified people think it might be, and I feel sad that often people find they hate a version of the other side that does not actually believe as extreme things as they have been lead to believe about them. I feel sad trans issues are being used to distract them from other real issues that affect them in a real way. I feel sad that women’s ability to have abortions is being attacked, the danger to their lives, peace of mind, punishment for sex and rape, and I feel sad for the children that will be born into terrible circumstances as a result. I feel sad that many of the people pushing against abortion do so because they feel that they are saving human lives by doing so, and I feel sad that people are made to feel as though that is a bad thing, however justified it might be. I feel sad that no matter what side of the spectrum people are on, for the vast majority, everything seems to be getting worse, quality of life is reducing, people are being made to hate each other along divisive issues upon which there seems to be no way to reconcile, and I feel sad that I don’t think that it ever needed to be that way, but people have become convinced that it is.
This is just an example of one thread of thoughts that runs through me. As you can see many of them do not affect me directly right now and it’s like I’m feeling things for people that I don’t actually know, and feeling things for people that aren’t born yet, and feeling things for people in the future. You might read this and think, yeah, there is no way in hell this guy is thinking all this crap on a random tuesday afternoon. The thing is these thoughts are not verbalised in my brain, they are abstract feelings, and each one, I hope you can see, is connected to each other. So they thread and wind into one another and what happens is I experience this huge wave of feeling and its overwhelming, it cripples me and I feel as though I am unable to do anything, if I’m standing up I have to sit down. It makes me feel like I’m drowning, and what I typed up earlier it’s like I took two hands and took a scoop and tried to distentangle and verbalise just a fragment of what I can catch. Often when I am speaking to people I end up taking long pauses to try and hear the thoughts relevant to the conversation over all the noise happening inside my head. Thankfully my friends know I am not dumb but sometimes I think it takes a long time to focus back in and conversations are becoming more difficult for me.
I guess someone might read this and think, how pathetic, this person is just feeling and thinking random shit from the news, and I’m right there with you, there is a constant undercurrent of guilt, and shame and confusion, constantly thinking why am I thinking these things about people I don’t know, why am I fictionalising and focusing on issues seperate from myself, why am I acting like everyone else isn’t also thinking about this stuff and also struggling all the time. I know other people also feel these things and they can carry on living, and they are more resilient than me, and I must be weaker mentally, or they are struggling and not showing it to me. There are also constant thoughts about things I wish I did, things I wish I had not done, so many regrets and lost opportunities and sadnesses that also wash over me.
I know it may be hard to believe but I consider myself a happy person and not functionally depressed, I look forward to things throughout the day and in the future. Every day I spend many hours painting. I try to be optimistic, in the time that I am awake I enjoy speaking to people and going out to exercise regularly for many hours a week inside and outside, and I eat healthily, with blood tests showing no deficiencies. But everyday I carry these emotional waves with me and every day is getting harder. I feel constantly burnt out, I am unable to hold a job, I feel so tired I have to sleep 12 hours a day just to feel normal. I don’t collect any government assistance because I feel guilty collecting money for basically just not having the energy to work and no other reason, though I can live off the money I save between jobs before I quit. I don’t feel like I have the energy to live anymore but I don’t want to die. I just want to go into a coma or something so I can rest without burdening my friends or family. I don’t know what the solution is but I wonder if many others feel the same and self-medicate using drugs or alcohol. I fear being put on some kind of medication that is just going to make me numb or change my personality as a solution for being me. I wonder if fearing medication altering my authentic self is just some kind of stockholm syndrome where I’ve romanticised myself and my pain but actually I am just a prisoner of my own mind unable to escape.
On the bright side, there is one time these winding and unwinding feely-thoughts have helped me in life. Once in a job I had the opportunity to manage people. I was thinking things like, well this person recently immigrated to the UK, I will schedule longer meetings with them and a higher proportion of time spent discussing personal things so that they can build confidence in their english and have someone they can comfortably talk to if they have issues and I adapt my own language so they can understand me better. I feel like I understand what their long term goals are in their careers, so I try to proportion the work given to them so they always feel like they are progressing, even if not everything is directly relevant to their goals. I take unconscious notes on response times, active times, energy levels in meetings to understand the best times to work with them, how long to schedule things, whether to cancel things, and understand when they might be struggling and too shy or embarrassed to reach out. I feel like I understand when people struggle with concepts or get stuck, so I take proactive steps to help, I am patient and understanding and make myself available to ensure people get the help they need without fear. I make unconscious notes about people’s skill sets, problems, schedules, and network people when I think they might be able to help each other when they otherwise would not have communicated at all. When I explained these are some of the things I considered when I manage people, I got promoted. Though reading this back it just seems like.. stuff you’d read in a how to manage 101 book that I never read.
I guess this is where the idea I might be an empath comes from, because it’s like when I see someone or am around people, or read about someone, I start to feel things strongly, and mainly the negative things, and I understand it might not be what they are actually feeling, its all inferred, but its inferred so strongly. I am always crying during movies, yes, even animated ones. The thing is, say someone dies in a movie, I know it isn’t real, but I am sad because I think, someone wrote this, they put a part of themselves in it, their own fear of death, their own experience of death, loss, grief, I relate it to my own experiences of grief too, and someone somewhere died or will die so that the person in this movie could die, and I am feeling this wave of emotion from that, the fiction becomes real I guess. Again, I’m aware this just sounds… dramatic. Maybe this is just how everyone experiences things and I am just verbalising and putting into words how everybody feels. This is why I’m posting anonymously, I’m ashamed I might just be describing being a normal human being, and that it’s too much for me and I think that there is something exceptional or wrong about me, when I’m just a normal person experiencing normal human things. I don’t understand how everybody else is going about their day, 9-5, when just existing day to day is overwhelming for me. I know people are struggling too, people with much worse problems than me, people with complex interpersonal issues, shit life circumstances, homelessness, people with chronic health conditions. Am I just lazy, weak? Is it silly of me to be calling myself an empath or saying I have anxiety or depression when I am just experiencing normal emotion and I am just trying to come up with an excuse to make myself feel special or for my own laziness.
I think that’s everything to get off my chest. I realise probably nobody has or will read all of this, but it was cathartic to write out. If someone does read it I would appreciate you letting me know your thoughts, any kind of diagnosis. Thank you.

Kind of torn on this subject. Been seeking advancement from my position both inside and out of the company to move up from my Account Management and Sales position towards leadership and operational/marketing management. This was going to be the year i was really going to make my transition up but due to COVID everything was put on hold.
During this time the company enacted a new Sales initiative and structured a new department that i personally think is a huge mistake and counter to the direction we should be going. Without getting into to much detail, its an attempt to moves sales and service from the kind of personal consultative and value sales and customer oriented account management towards more cost effective inside sales driving more over the phone, and retail sales strategy with less focus on direct account management. And if that sounds obscure and confusion, its because I barely understand the overall vision behind this new move. I've raised my concerns with my management, but fall short of straight up badmouthing it and calling it stupid, and just tried to distance myself away from it as much as possible.
However, they just told me about a operational management role leading a region for this new sales strategy, leading a team, implementing and executing the changes. The VP knew i was looking for advancement and suggested i would be a great candidate, not knowing my complete lack of confidence. It's definitely the role and title i want, and how I want to advance my professional trajectory, and getting me to build my leadership and management experience, but its with a department leading a strategy that i have no confidence in, with a management team that i also have no confidence in, trying to execute a vision i'm not sure they even know what it ultimately looks like.
i could suck it up, take the role for the credit, the title and pay raise, and get out of my current role which I've also grown tired of. However, i feel like no matter how well I do the job and how successful I am at it, the whole thing is just doomed to fail.
Would love some people's experiences on this. Anyone ever take a promotion doing something they don't agree with? Did it work out? Any and all guidance is appreciated

Hi, I am looking to see if anyone has any experience pursuing a claim through the EU small claims procedure as claimant in one EU country with the defendant based in Portugal?
I have a small clothing business and was having my items made by a small manufacturer based in Lisbon. It’s a long saga but to cut a long story short, they have completely failed to uphold the delivery agreement signed into our contract. We agreeed to extensions on the delivery date and these were also ignored. The items are of a seasonal nature, so having them delivered by these times was extremely important. I have now terminated the contract with them and asked for a refund of the deposit I have already paid, but they have ignored this. I feel my only option will be to pursue a claim against them in the EU Small Claims Procedure, however I have heard some concerning things about going to court in Portugal.
Does anyone have any experience or advice here? It would be much appreciated.