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I opened a box of Mint Al Fakher 250g which was sealed in the proper legit way, but I noticed that the red packet that has the molasses was leaking a bit of red colored glycerin from the bottom —— could this happen because it was stored in the cold?
The black plastic packet on the outside was properly sealed and the red packet was also fully sealed and I had to rip the top part to reach the molasses so I’m not worried about it being fake; I’m just curious if the small amount of red glycerin leaking from the bottom of the packet could be normal.

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I've been having a weird issue in my right ear and jaw for over a year now - basically, I get a wet/fluidy sensation in both areas after I use my jaw (eating, mostly) and in the case of my ear, it's accompanied by pressure/pain inside my ear. I know I have TMJ Dysfunction so the muscles in these areas are sore to begin with but the TMJ doesn't explain this wet/fluidy sensation (like I can practically feel liquid dripping in these areas).
It took me a long time to figure this out, but I'm pretty sure this is a lymphatic issue, right? If so, what specialist should I see? Thank you so much in advance!
Age: 43
Height: 5'11
Weight: 206
Gender: Male
Medications: Omeprazole, Gabapentin, Sublingual drops (for allergies), Claritin
Smoking status: Non-smoker
Current medical issues: TMJ Dysfunction, ear pain, acid reflux, patellar maltracking (knees)
Previous medical issues: (none)
Duration and location of complaint: Ear and jaw, over a year

I am trying to scale down/resize an iframe in my sidebar. I want to reduce the size of the entire iframe. It is on the right side on this screenshot.
This is the iframe html:

I tried reducing the dimensions within the html, but that doesn't reduce the size/dimensions of the overall iframe.
I assume I'll have to use css to do this? Pls excuse my ignorance because I have little expertise with css. If I do have to do this with css, can anyone walk me through what the css would look like for this? And where I would insert it?
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Previous
Writer's note: Tuuurn and face the strange! Cha-Cha-Changes!
Enjoy.
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James trudged as he and Amina walked back to the airship.
Partly because they had, politely yet definitively, been asked to leave Vatria.
Partly because he'd almost single handedly ended the tournament but was NOT the champion of it.
And partly because he and Amina had two tag-alongs following them.
Amina, despite everything else was beaming with pride and a smile as she sat on top of Steve as James guided him through the streets of the capital towards the end of the palace grounds where her sister and the ambassador had docked the air ship. Around her neck was a loosely draped neck-piece made of a combinations of emeralds and sapphires, wrought in a bright silver. It was the tournament's version of a laurel or wreath. She also had a hefty bag of gold and silver stored in her bottomless bag now. Not that she was hurting for money.
On her back was the enchanted hammer that Raend had been using throughout the tournament. She'd stopped by to see the poor mercenary after the fight had concluded, and as the arena healers were busy trying to heal his leg. She'd offered to leave the hammer near him, but the brutally injured man had told her to get the hell away from him, and sworn off fighting for the rest of his life, so she'd held onto it.
James on the other hand, had not gotten off so lucky.
He'd been disqualified for breaking the flight ceiling set in the tournament's rules.
He had also caused an obscene amount of damage to the arena itself.
He'd gained two more penalty flags for how badly he'd damaged Glag, who had needed to be stabilized by several of the arena mages, and fed some of the broken bits of his own body so he could use them to regenerate. The sandstone creature hadn't been disqualified for breaking the ceiling since he hadn't done so of his own accord, but rather as the result of an opponent's attack.
As a result of the damage James had caused, the Arena was temporarily evacuated while it was evaluated to ensure it wasn't going to collapse into its lower passages. This coupled with Glag's , admittedly temporary, injuries meant that the match was over. With two penalty points against him due to injuring Raend as gruesomely as he had, and Amina with only one from when Glag had sent her flying, she had been declared the victor.
And James had been forced to sign a legal agreement to pay for the damages caused to the arena, or else be arrested until such time as restitution could be made on his behalf. The look on both Commander Tyrius's and the Emperor's face when he casually agreed to pay the cost and used his medallion to sign the papers was almost worth whatever drain was about to hit his bank account. he knew he was rich, though he wasn't certain to what extent. But he was fairly certain even HE would feel a bit of sting from this bill.
It didn't matter though. All things aside James was happy for Amina. She'd wanted to win the tournament pretty badly. Additionally, he wasn't a hundred percent certain he could've fought her all out if it had come down to the two of them, and he definitely wouldn't have wanted to see her face Glag alone, without him. Not in her current state.
The thought of that reminded him that they hadn't had a chance to see a life priestess yet. Things here had moved too... unpredictably... for that. But she was still getting the morning sickness, so there was that.
"Glag. Glag glag glag." The little rock monster said, seemingly happily, as he walked next to and just behind James. Even though he was wearing his medallion, and had been the entire final match, James still didn't understand him. Or it..... or.... whatever the hell Glag was.
After James had been reprimanded and signed the agreement to pay the bill for the arena, Glag had come rushing over from out of the fighting area. It had practically bowled both the Arena official and Commander Tyrius over as it ran to him. It had excitedly grabbed at his hand and jumped up and down. Exclaiming, as always, "Glag!" Excitedly.
James hadn't been able to convince the sentient sedimentary stone creature alone to leave him alone since then. Though he had managed to get it to understand that he didn't need to hold its hand as they walked which it had insisted on doing for the first mile or so.
Still. He didn't have it that bad. At least Glag, while talkative, didn't exactly expect conversation or make demands.
He peered over his shoulder at the large, dagger packing, centaur that was walking alongside Steve.
No amount of protest or debate had convinced Gorna that Amina didn't want anything to do with her. And the centaur woman had vowed to follow Amina until she had made her decision as to how she wished to fulfill her proposal requirements serving as a servant until that time.
Now she was doing her best, medieval fantasy world version, impression of a member of the secret service. And her president was Amina.
He.... REALLY... hoped that she at least understood the boundary of a bedroom door.
For that matter he hoped Glag did too. And he kind of hoped that Glag didn't view him as some kind of spouse now. He'd have to ask Veliry if she understood rock monster whenever they got back home.
Amina was doing everything in her power to ignore the very existence of the centaur as she rode Steve, smile on her face, waving at the people who greeted her as they passed.
The same people that looked at James like he was a leper and seemed to part for him like the red sea.
At least.... He thought as they rounded a street corner and saw the entrance to the Palace that they needed to use. This place wasn't boring.
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Vickers and De'Lius had just finished setting up the twin bedrooms and storing the two bottomless bags full of food for Five and Driscoll, when the front door of the house resounded with knocks.
"The two that are doing the biting?" Vickers asked. He could smell them, but he knew the Outer Light Commander could smell them better.
"Aye." He said. "I'll finish here. Go ahead and greet them.
Vickers followed the directions without even thinking about it.
On the other side were two people whose appearances he hadn't expected.
One was a tall.... very tall... lightly red furred man(?) in a set of robes that made Vickers think of catholic clergy, if a bit less ornate. He locked eyes with Vickers and his head cocked in a way that seemed utterly alien to him. Then, silently and swiftly he stepped past Vickers and into the house, still looking at him. Vickers backed up unconsciously as his, admittedly muted, animal instincts told him not to take his eyes off the man.
"A night brother." He said in a voice that was deeper than his slender build implied. "You are the one the Council letters told us to meet here."
"Name's Vickers." The SEAL said as he reached out his hand for a shake. The Fox man instinctively pulled back a bit as he stared at the hand. Then he gingerly took the hand and shook.
"Don't mind him." Said a warm, and somewhat old sounding, and rather plump, woman with large eyes and puffy cheeks. Even in her mostly human form she had a massive, bushy, tail. She was wearing an set of coveralls that were coated in flour and bits of food and he got the impression that she was a baker. She practically jittered with manic amounts of energy as she rapidly looked around the room, her massive tail twitching spasmodically.
When she hugged him it both took him by surprise, and made him a little uncomfortable.
"I'm Brin." She said with a smile that revealed a set of oversized buck teeth dominating her otherwise human mouth. "It's nice to meet you Mr. Vickers. Are the people we're converting already here?"
"Not yet." He said. "They should be showing up within the next hour or so. It's.... difficult to move them. Thank you for coming."
"Of course." The fox man said. "I cannot speak to Ms... Brin's... experience. But like the two you requested conversion for, I was saved by being converted."
"Oh I just converted so I could keep up with the man I ended up marryin'." Brin said cheerily.
Vickers nodded awkwardly at the two short stories. "Well. Thanks anyways." He said. "The Commander and I are still putting the finishing touches on the rooms for 'em. Take a seat, get comfortable. I imagine we'll know when they get here."
A little over forty five minutes later Vickers was proven right.
A loud rumbling preceded the wagons that were being used to transport the two muck marchers. They'd been encased in a pair of heavy duty gurneys that had rigid plastic canopies over them, keeping out the germs of the world around them.
"Oh my." Brin said as she nervously followed Vickers outside to greet them.
The wagons stopped just short of the door and the three remaining Toolies, accompanied by several out of uniform Earth soldiers and a pair of Petravian guards that had their restraint controls, began helping them get the gurneys down. A few minutes later they were being wheeled into the building.
"What are they?" The fox man, who had never given Vickers his name, asked.
"They're human." Commander De'Lius said as he looked at them curiously. "And....." His head cocked to the side, putting his left ear closer to the two pods. "Machines. And they are dying. Just as Chief Vickers' entreaty said."
"I wasn't lying." Vickers said defensively.
"I did not say you were." The old wolf said absently. "But you were most assuredly understating. How do they live?"
"We stick around talking much longer and they probably won't." Vickers said somewhat testily. "Let's get this done."
The lead Toolie, an older man by the name of Andrei Piotris stepped forward.
"Chief. Are you sure about this?" He asked with his hands up to stop Vickers. He looked over at the fox and squirrel. "I mean. Are you sure this is the best move?"
Vickers was about to reply, even reaching up to press the mans hands back down and gently move him aside. Then a hand weakly tapped at the inside of one of the pods.
Five was looking at the toolie.
"It's all good P." She said so softly that even Vickers' keener than normal hearing barely picked anything up. But the shaky thumbs up she held up was signal enough.
Then the hand fell back weakly as Five's eyes glassed over again.
Piotris seemed to deflate.
Vickers placed a hand on his shoulder.
"It's a shot at living." He said as the toolie looked at him. "The only shot really." He turned back to the Commander. "Help me get em out of the pods and into the rooms?"
De'Lius looked at him curiously for a moment. Then nodded.
"Poor things." Brin said. "Barely even living. Cut in half like that."
"It is a grotesqueness that I am amazed the gods even allowed to exist." The fox agreed, though Brin's glance at him implied that that was NOT what she had meant.
Less than ten minutes later and as the wagons, now filled only with the Earth and Petravian soldiers and the empty gurney pods, returned to the castle. Vickers and the other were-folk present, listened to the two Muck Marchers screaming as their bodies began attempting to violently rearrange themselves.
Vickers regretted the keen senses he'd been given.
A simplified shotgun, made with some spare parts from the little mage's supplies, sat on his lap. Four impromptu shells loaded with silver buckshot, made of chopped up silver coins, sat on the small table next to him.
Just in case.

Until very recently, I wore 36D bras, but I've gained weight and they were pretty clearly not fitting anymore -- to the point of spillage or not being able to close them. So I found this subreddit and the calculator and decided to give it a try. My measurements are
Underbust: loose - 41, snug - 38.5, tight - 36.5
Bust: standing - 46.5, leaning - 51, lying - 47.
Calculator says that's a 38G in UK sizing, but I've definitely got soft tissue, with a lot of projection (and I think there's ever so slight top and center fullness, but I could still be wrong on those parts) so I suspect the calculator is overestimating.
I went to a bra store here in NJ where the woman eyed me up, measured my underbust, and sold me a Wacoal molded cup bra in 38DD in two colors because the only other thing she had in that size felt uncomfortably stiff and thick under my breasts. The Wacoal bra fits pretty well in beige, but the black one is too tight and sometimes triggers that nerve thing that I've seen mentioned in other posts -- it makes me feel nauseated or like I might be having a heart attack. I tried a bra extender with that, but then the straps just fell off my shoulders every four seconds and the band wouldn't stay in my IMF. When I scoop and swoop, I have the teensiest bit of double-boob on the left in both the beige and black bras.
I bought a Freya cameo underwire molded plunge bra from Amazon in 38F, and it was comfortable, but the cups gaped something fierce at the top and there was just too much room in them all around. I also got a Vanity Fair bra in 38G (US sizing) that was hilariously large, like I was a little kid and I put on my mother's bra for dress up. The cups came up to my collarbone.
I went to Primark and tried on the unlined bra I found there in 38DD, 38E, and 38F. I thought the 38E was perfect. The band was comfortable, the gore tacked, the lace edging laid nicely on my breast but wasn't doing any work to hold my breasts in, there was no gaping or spillage or double-boob or wrinkles. I bought that and another unlined one that was on clearance, also in 38E. Having now worn those bras a few times, the band won't stay in my IMF, I itch between the cups after a couple of hours and then have deep red marks between my breasts when I take them off as soon as I get home from work.
Like for so many others, I don't seem to have many options for bras I can try in in store to try to find my size by trial and error, and buying online is risky and intimidating. I've been lurking on this sub for a while, trying to find the answers for myself, but I'm pretty lost. Perhaps one of you kind experty people will have a suggestion for my particular boobage?

What is the most embarrassing moment you have ever experienced?

Over the last couple of months my drinking got gradually worse until I was drinking a six-pack of 0.5l beer almost every night and once or twice a week I would down 2 six-packs. On top of the drinking I was eating like crap. For lunch I would eat junkfood for the hangover, for dinner I would most likely get a prepackaged or a frozen pizza and once I got drunk enough I would have a "second dinner" mostly consisting of McDonald's or Burger King. Understandable I felt like shit most days. I've gained a lot of weight, and just walking up a single flight of stairs made me feel like my body was about to explode.
I've made some unsuccessful attempts to stop or limit my drinking in the past, but this time I feel like something has clicked and that this time I will make it stick. I'm also at the point that if I don't get my shit together I will be doing irreversible damage to both my relationships and my career.
Since I "officially" got sober I've mostly spent my efforts on fixing my diet, rebuilding relationships and trying to get some order back into my life so I haven't really taken the time to be aware of the changes since I stopped drinking. Just now I walked around 500m home from the store and up a flight of stairs to my apartment and it just struck me, I am not out of breath and I don't feel like my heart and head are about to explode. This is such a small and simple thing but this realization made me get emotional and tear up in happiness.
I felt like I had to make this post to get this off my chest since I haven't worked up the courage to share my struggle with anyone I'm close with yet. This sub has been an immense inspiration for me, seeing all the success stories makes me believe that it is possible for me as well and I hope that I can inspire someone in return.

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Previous / First
Writer's note: Tuuurn and face the strange! Cha-Cha-Changes!
Enjoy.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
James trudged as he and Amina walked back to the airship.
Partly because they had, politely yet definitively, been asked to leave Vatria.
Partly because he'd almost single handedly ended the tournament but was NOT the champion of it.
And partly because he and Amina had two tag-alongs following them.
Amina, despite everything else was beaming with pride and a smile as she sat on top of Steve as James guided him through the streets of the capital towards the end of the palace grounds where her sister and the ambassador had docked the air ship. Around her neck was a loosely draped neck-piece made of a combinations of emeralds and sapphires, wrought in a bright silver. It was the tournament's version of a laurel or wreath. She also had a hefty bag of gold and silver stored in her bottomless bag now. Not that she was hurting for money.
On her back was the enchanted hammer that Raend had been using throughout the tournament. She'd stopped by to see the poor mercenary after the fight had concluded, and as the arena healers were busy trying to heal his leg. She'd offered to leave the hammer near him, but the brutally injured man had told her to get the hell away from him, and sworn off fighting for the rest of his life, so she'd held onto it.
James on the other hand, had not gotten off so lucky.
He'd been disqualified for breaking the flight ceiling set in the tournament's rules.
He had also caused an obscene amount of damage to the arena itself.
He'd gained two more penalty flags for how badly he'd damaged Glag, who had needed to be stabilized by several of the arena mages, and fed some of the broken bits of his own body so he could use them to regenerate. The sandstone creature hadn't been disqualified for breaking the ceiling since he hadn't done so of his own accord, but rather as the result of an opponent's attack.
As a result of the damage James had caused, the Arena was temporarily evacuated while it was evaluated to ensure it wasn't going to collapse into its lower passages. This coupled with Glag's , admittedly temporary, injuries meant that the match was over. With two penalty points against him due to injuring Raend as gruesomely as he had, and Amina with only one from when Glag had sent her flying, she had been declared the victor.
And James had been forced to sign a legal agreement to pay for the damages caused to the arena, or else be arrested until such time as restitution could be made on his behalf. The look on both Commander Tyrius's and the Emperor's face when he casually agreed to pay the cost and used his medallion to sign the papers was almost worth whatever drain was about to hit his bank account. he knew he was rich, though he wasn't certain to what extent. But he was fairly certain even HE would feel a bit of sting from this bill.
It didn't matter though. All things aside James was happy for Amina. She'd wanted to win the tournament pretty badly. Additionally, he wasn't a hundred percent certain he could've fought her all out if it had come down to the two of them, and he definitely wouldn't have wanted to see her face Glag alone, without him. Not in her current state.
The thought of that reminded him that they hadn't had a chance to see a life priestess yet. Things here had moved too... unpredictably... for that. But she was still getting the morning sickness, so there was that.
"Glag. Glag glag glag." The little rock monster said, seemingly happily, as he walked next to and just behind James. Even though he was wearing his medallion, and had been the entire final match, James still didn't understand him. Or it..... or.... whatever the hell Glag was.
After James had been reprimanded and signed the agreement to pay the bill for the arena, Glag had come rushing over from out of the fighting area. It had practically bowled both the Arena official and Commander Tyrius over as it ran to him. It had excitedly grabbed at his hand and jumped up and down. Exclaiming, as always, "Glag!" Excitedly.
James hadn't been able to convince the sentient sedimentary stone creature alone to leave him alone since then. Though he had managed to get it to understand that he didn't need to hold its hand as they walked which it had insisted on doing for the first mile or so.
Still. He didn't have it that bad. At least Glag, while talkative, didn't exactly expect conversation or make demands.
He peered over his shoulder at the large, dagger packing, centaur that was walking alongside Steve.
No amount of protest or debate had convinced Gorna that Amina didn't want anything to do with her. And the centaur woman had vowed to follow Amina until she had made her decision as to how she wished to fulfill her proposal requirements serving as a servant until that time.
Now she was doing her best, medieval fantasy world version, impression of a member of the secret service. And her president was Amina.
He.... REALLY... hoped that she at least understood the boundary of a bedroom door.
For that matter he hoped Glag did too. And he kind of hoped that Glag didn't view him as some kind of spouse now. He'd have to ask Veliry if she understood rock monster whenever they got back home.
Amina was doing everything in her power to ignore the very existence of the centaur as she rode Steve, smile on her face, waving at the people who greeted her as they passed.
The same people that looked at James like he was a leper and seemed to part for him like the red sea.
At least.... He thought as they rounded a street corner and saw the entrance to the Palace that they needed to use. This place wasn't boring.
----------------
Vickers and De'Lius had just finished setting up the twin bedrooms and storing the two bottomless bags full of food for Five and Driscoll, when the front door of the house resounded with knocks.
"The two that are doing the biting?" Vickers asked. He could smell them, but he knew the Outer Light Commander could smell them better.
"Aye." He said. "I'll finish here. Go ahead and greet them.
Vickers followed the directions without even thinking about it.
On the other side were two people whose appearances he hadn't expected.
One was a tall.... very tall... lightly red furred man(?) in a set of robes that made Vickers think of catholic clergy, if a bit less ornate. He locked eyes with Vickers and his head cocked in a way that seemed utterly alien to him. Then, silently and swiftly he stepped past Vickers and into the house, still looking at him. Vickers backed up unconsciously as his, admittedly muted, animal instincts told him not to take his eyes off the man.
"A night brother." He said in a voice that was deeper than his slender build implied. "You are the one the Council letters told us to meet here."
"Name's Vickers." The SEAL said as he reached out his hand for a shake. The Fox man instinctively pulled back a bit as he stared at the hand. Then he gingerly took the hand and shook.
"Don't mind him." Said a warm, and somewhat old sounding, and rather plump, woman with large eyes and puffy cheeks. Even in her mostly human form she had a massive, bushy, tail. She was wearing an set of coveralls that were coated in flour and bits of food and he got the impression that she was a baker. She practically jittered with manic amounts of energy as she rapidly looked around the room, her massive tail twitching spasmodically.
When she hugged him it both took him by surprise, and made him a little uncomfortable.
"I'm Brin." She said with a smile that revealed a set of oversized buck teeth dominating her otherwise human mouth. "It's nice to meet you Mr. Vickers. Are the people we're converting already here?"
"Not yet." He said. "They should be showing up within the next hour or so. It's.... difficult to move them. Thank you for coming."
"Of course." The fox man said. "I cannot speak to Ms... Brin's... experience. But like the two you requested conversion for, I was saved by being converted."
"Oh I just converted so I could keep up with the man I ended up marryin'." Brin said cheerily.
Vickers nodded awkwardly at the two short stories. "Well. Thanks anyways." He said. "The Commander and I are still putting the finishing touches on the rooms for 'em. Take a seat, get comfortable. I imagine we'll know when they get here."
A little over forty five minutes later Vickers was proven right.
A loud rumbling preceded the wagons that were being used to transport the two muck marchers. They'd been encased in a pair of heavy duty gurneys that had rigid plastic canopies over them, keeping out the germs of the world around them.
"Oh my." Brin said as she nervously followed Vickers outside to greet them.
The wagons stopped just short of the door and the three remaining Toolies, accompanied by several out of uniform Earth soldiers and a pair of Petravian guards that had their restraint controls, began helping them get the gurneys down. A few minutes later they were being wheeled into the building.
"What are they?" The fox man, who had never given Vickers his name, asked.
"They're human." Commander De'Lius said as he looked at them curiously. "And....." His head cocked to the side, putting his left ear closer to the two pods. "Machines. And they are dying. Just as Chief Vickers' entreaty said."
"I wasn't lying." Vickers said defensively.
"I did not say you were." The old wolf said absently. "But you were most assuredly understating. How do they live?"
"We stick around talking much longer and they probably won't." Vickers said somewhat testily. "Let's get this done."
The lead Toolie, an older man by the name of Andrei Piotris stepped forward.
"Chief. Are you sure about this?" He asked with his hands up to stop Vickers. He looked over at the fox and squirrel. "I mean. Are you sure this is the best move?"
Vickers was about to reply, even reaching up to press the mans hands back down and gently move him aside. Then a hand weakly tapped at the inside of one of the pods.
Five was looking at the toolie.
"It's all good P." She said so softly that even Vickers' keener than normal hearing barely picked anything up. But the shaky thumbs up she held up was signal enough.
Then the hand fell back weakly as Five's eyes glassed over again.
Piotris seemed to deflate.
Vickers placed a hand on his shoulder.
"It's a shot at living." He said as the toolie looked at him. "The only shot really." He turned back to the Commander. "Help me get em out of the pods and into the rooms?"
De'Lius looked at him curiously for a moment. Then nodded.
"Poor things." Brin said. "Barely even living. Cut in half like that."
"It is a grotesqueness that I am amazed the gods even allowed to exist." The fox agreed, though Brin's glance at him implied that that was NOT what she had meant.
Less than ten minutes later and as the wagons, now filled only with the Earth and Petravian soldiers and the empty gurney pods, returned to the castle. Vickers and the other were-folk present, listened to the two Muck Marchers screaming as their bodies began attempting to violently rearrange themselves.
Vickers regretted the keen senses he'd been given.
A simplified shotgun, made with some spare parts from the little mage's supplies, sat on his lap. Four impromptu shells loaded with silver buckshot, made of chopped up silver coins, sat on the small table next to him.
Just in case.

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Marukai Corp.	Seafood Associate	Londonderry
Manhattan Beer Distributors	Sales Representative-Route Relief (Valid Driverâ License and Car Required)	Londonderry
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Thorntons	Seasonal Worker	Manchester
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Loomis	Driver Trainee	Manchester
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If you're planning on moving to a new city, you would likely go to visit first. But there are certain things that you would do as a resident that you wouldn't necessarily do as a tourist. Things like going to the grocery store, going to the gym, taking the bus or subway, etc. So if you're looking into moving to a new city, these are things that you would want to try out to make sure you understood how they worked or whether they meet your needs.
What other "mundane" or day-to-day tasks would you include in the list of things to check out as part of your research into a new city?

My 2023 Volvo was stolen from my driveway this morning. The app cannot track it and neither can corporate Volvo. This is because the infotainment system for 2023 models runs on google and the tracking feature isn’t available yet. They said it’ll be an over the air update in the future.
This is a major oversight by Volvo and I’ve lost faith in the brand. I don’t want anyone to be in my shoes, so please reconsider buying a 2023 Volvo. The 2022s and below can be tracked on the app as it was pre google infotainment.

Company Name	Title	City
LongHorn Steakhouse	Diner Manager	Fort Wayne
LongHorn Steakhouse	Restaurant Manager	Hammond
LongHorn Steakhouse	Diner Manager	Merrillville
LongHorn Steakhouse	Restaurant Manager	Merrillville
LongHorn Steakhouse	Restaurant Manager	New Haven
LongHorn Steakhouse	Diner Manager	Portage
LongHorn Steakhouse	Restaurant Manager	Portage
LongHorn Steakhouse	Restaurant Manager	Schererville
LongHorn Steakhouse	Diner Manager	Schererville
Winn Dixie Retail Stores	Seafood Associate	Bloomington
L&W Supply	Technical Sales Representative - Acoustical Materials (7167)	Bloomington
JX Enterprises	Outside Parts Sales Executive	Columbus
Aeropostale	Store Lead	Edinburgh
Aeropostale	Store Manager	Edinburgh
Riverview International Truck	HEAVY DUTY TRUCK Parts Counterperson- FULL TIME HOURLY	Edinburgh
Dealmed Medical Supplies	Dialysis Sales Representative	Evansville
Boba Guys Inc	Bobarista - Rideback Ranch	Evansville
Thorntons	Seasonal Worker	Evansville
Thorntons	Seasonal Worker	Greenfield
Food Safety and Inspection Service	Food Inspector - up to 5K Recruitment Incentive	Greenwood
Golden State Foods	BULK- Block Person	Greenwood
Bath & Body Works	Store Lead	Greenwood
Olive Garden	Barman	Highland
VIBE Cannabis	Cannabis Cultivation Post Harvest Team Member	Indianapolis
Publicis Groupe	Dealer Territory Sales Consultant (Remote)	Indianapolis

Hey guys, here are some recent job openings in in. Feel free to comment here or send me a private message if you have any questions, I'm at the community's disposal! If you encounter any problems with any of these job openings please let me know that I will modify the table accordingly. Thanks!

Hi! I'm from NE Florida, hoping to make some girl friends close in age and location to me. I love to play Xbox (Apex and Sims4), hang out with my cats, and go to thrift stores and museums. Looking to get back on the gym soon too. I'm a bit of an introvert and social awkwardness occasionally kicks my ass, but I am super nice once I fight through that part.

I just found out my boyfriend was caught shoplifting at a grocery store($100 worth of stuff), the police were called and he has to go to court next month. I told him that he can say he forgot to pay and walked out. The grocery store has a gym upstairs. He told me that he purposely took the stairs up to the gym area and used the elevator, it shows on the security tapes(they made him watch it). So there’s no excuse of forgetting to pay. Even the security told the police that he purposely avoided leaving the store the normal way out, so he can get away with stealing.
I did my own research and found out that it’s possible for him to go to jail for two years if there is solid proof and intent to steal(which there’s both). Another source says if you’re a first time offender you can get away(this is his first criminal issue). I’m freaking out, right now. He’s more in a state of shock and doesn’t feel like talking. I can’t live without him and I don’t want a jail record to affect his future. I don’t know why he would even do that it’s not the 60’s, there’s cameras everywhere😭

Ran my first ever 50-miler at Bel Monte two weeks ago. TL;DR: Awesome organizing team, beautiful trails, well-stocked aid stations, and overall great vibe. Will totally do it again next year. (Last year I ran my first-ever 50K at the same race so I'm growing attached to it.)
Race prep. I have been loosely following Krissy Moehl’s plans (what an awesome book) but the endurance phase in her 50-mile prep kicked my ass, so I got into Jason Koop’s book and worked up an adjusted plan using his approaches. It maxed out at about 50mpw with 90% or so on trails and with moderate-hard intensity. I had to sacrifice plenty of long runs due to a heavy travel schedule - I work in Equatorial Pacific countries where the weather is hot and humid, so not really great to go over 15 miles, plus there are feral dogs all over the place. Instead I tried squeezing in two-per-day runs during my travels and supported it all with plenty of hiking on challenging trails. I did a gradual (50% / 30% / 20%) 3-week taper leading up to the race, which I complemented with light-moderate cross-training (rock climbing, ice skating) and lots of walking. We stayed at a condo on the campground next door to the race (Sun Retreats Shenandoah) and it was really nice to just walk to the starting line in the morning and pick up the race packet a few minutes before the gun went off - starting the race feeling fresh and ready to rock (if a bit jittery).
Race day. The weather in Shenandoah is always a wild card: last year we started out in blowing snow, while this year fierce winds and subfreezing temps greeted us in the morning. The weather slowly warmed up as the day went on, hitting lower 40s in the afternoon so it wasn't too bad overall. I was running in my Alta Lone Peak 6s, wearing a Nathan Tempo Quarter Zip sweatshirt combined with Patagonia Houdini against the wind, and a Nathan VaporAir hydration vest. I started eating about 45 minutes in to the race, and continuing every half hour. I alternated between Snyders mini-pretzels and Clif Bloks, gulping down Gatorade with every mile reached plus with every food intake. This "system" of about 50-60 grams of simple carbs per hour served me well as I managed to avoid hitting the wall and / or cramping (though for sure I don't want to see pretzels or Clif Bloks for a few months). A couple of highlights:

• 2.3 miles in at the first aid station where a steady climb up on Kennedy Trail starts, I pulled out my poles (Black Diamond Distance-Z) and the left one immediately snapped in half. Needless to say I had no backup, so I carried them to the second aid station (Stony Ridge) at 11.4 and dropped them off. (I guess the lesson is to test the equipment before race day - at that point it's been almost 3 weeks since my last run with poles - and to have a backup in a drop bag.) On the way to and from Stony Ridge I was running together for a good 10 miles or so with another first-timer, which helped me fight off some of the mental fatigue of the first one-third of the distance.
• After reaching Kennedy Trail for the second time I realized my phone tracker - that the organizers asked that we use throughout the race - stopped sending signals (which got my awesome wife somewhat worried - my dot was blinking in place for a good hour or so, and she was imagining me keeled over in a ditch and being feasted on by bears / vultures) and it was actually a nice distraction to sort this out on the - otherwise dull - Coal Road section. I picked up my drop bag (more pretzels and Clif Bloks) at Turkey Pen and hit the woods for the nine-ish mile climb up to Camp Marty.
• Somewhere between Turkey Pen and Camp Marty, deep in the woods I hit 32 miles - and suddenly realized that with every new step I am now over my distance record and was entering experimental territory. This gave me a nice boost that lasted all the way to the infamous one-mile long switchback climb up to Bald Mountain (which was exactly as painful as I'd imagined and made me miss my dead poles dearly). This was followed by the super-rocky Torry Ridge Trail with a lot of scrambling downhill (just what I needed at that point) and then a relatively easy crossing in to the White Rock Falls trail.
• On the way back from the White Rocks Falls turnaround point I started realizing that I might actually be able to finish this race! With the endorphin boost from this recognition I managed to run most of the way downhill from Bald Mountain (screaming Alice Cooper, Ozzy and Iron Maiden songs off the top of my lungs), then joined up with another runner - who has been kind enough to abstain from commenting on my aforementioned noise pollution (which must have been a traumatic experience for him as well as the local wildlife) - chatting for a good five-six miles or so through Turkey Pen.
• After hitting Turkey Pen I mostly ran the remaining six-ish miles on Coal Road with the occasional uphill walk, listening to my groove and prog metal playlists to keep my spirits up. (Glad I managed to stay off Spotify until I hit this final lonely and boring stretch.) My wife and younger son joined me for the last mile and we crossed the finish line together, which was honestly the most wonderful way to wrap up an awesome day in the woods.

Overall this was a fantastic and very well organized race - all aid station crews were just amazing, and generally the event had a really nice and chill vibe. I felt absolutely no pressure throughout the race, I just wanted to run as far as I possibly can - and was elated that I managed to complete the distance (my watch actually clocked 53.5 miles).
Recovery. I am about done with a 2-week recovery period post-race and I think it has been going reasonably well. I was hurting for a few days, but not too much. I think it was important that I was up and walking a few miles already the next day, plus I would also like to think my vegan diet helped. I did a lot of stretching and some yoga in the first couple of days, and used a massage stick every few hours during the day. I went back to climbing the second day, and gentle running on the fifth day or so. Some nagging pain still haunts me from what seems to be an injury to my left big toenail (which I guess I'll lose at some point). I should be able to gently settle back in to the next training cycle next week or the week thereafter - for the CIA / OSS night 50-miler in June!
Stats. Not that they matter... but I ran 11:41: 51 finishing at 16th place overall (out of 30 finishers) - which I feel pretty good about (especially for a first 50-miler).

I could've chosen other topics for what I need to write for my writing major subject, I know, but once we submitted our outline for it, ideally we should follow it.
The thing is, I was high from the height of my attraction to him at that time because he helped me with something I'm struggling to do for weeks, and I just thought, "maybe I could write about him, and it would be bittersweet because we can never be together..."
And now I am struggling to even start.
We are currently in college (4th-year students but because of the pandemic, we both got delayed)
I liked him when we were freshmen, I even admitted it twice, we got awkward but we managed to be on good terms, and I'm used to rejection and I'd rather treasure the friendship so it was like just left hanging there, then somehow it just faded away and I liked some other people, he liked other people too, but we remained good close friends continuously even in the present...
Then I like him again now, not because of specific things that happen that I know are because of his friendly platonic love and interactions (whenever I tell a few friends about those situations, they confirm that he really just sees me as a friend/that is what a friend normally does)...
I like him despite not liking me or me not being his type, like whether he likes me or not, I just want to be that person who is always there for him, cheers him up when he feels down or alone or lonely, and be his support in whatever he wants to do in life, be his "person/special someone" that he could approach for love and comfort and serenity, for anything and I will try to help with whatever I can.

So I’ve been out as trans MTF at work for almost a year now and have had many issues with discrimination since and I reported my boss and our lead manager to corporate, they surprisingly took action almost immediately and I now have a new boss who is working with me to make sure I’m not being discriminated against! Which is great and she’s taken steps to get the entire store on the same page of no discrimination towards me. She wrote up a memo and had me approve it on an official announcement of my new name, Allison, and with my pronouns to be used on it and is having everybody sign it saying they read it and understand. But the lead manager is pissed about the whole thing saying it’s a violation of her freedom of speech and while I know that’s absolutely the most ridiculous thing I don’t know how to respond to it… mostly because she’s the type of person that if truth and fact hit her in the face she’d still argue it’s wrong but what do I say to my boss when she asks me about that? My boss said I was educating her on this so she’d always ask questions when needed.

Our 12 (almost 13) year old son has a tik tok account where he posts a lot of videos “bragging” about his life.
He’s made videos bragging about his soccer accomplishments and his horseback riding. About my husband being “rich” and posting our cars and house. He’s posted his shoe collection, his PlayStation, his fancy bike. He made a video showing my husband’s watch collection. On Christmas he made a video showing his and siblings gifts and captioned it “can your dad afford this?”.
I do my job as a mother and monitor his account. A few months ago he made a video in school when his teacher told him to put his phone away. He captioned it “this teacher thinks she’s my mom, my mom isn’t a ugly bitch like you 😂”. I talked to him and he deleted it without protest.
The other day he made a video with me. He posted it and captioned it “nobody’s mom is beautiful like mine”. My husband asked me what I was looking at. He hasn’t seen our son’s videos because he doesn’t use tik tok. He told me to show him the rest.
I did and he said he’s going to “have a talk with him”. I asked why and he said “this behavior is unacceptable. He’s becoming a man and needs to learn how to carry himself”. He said depending how it goes he may have him delete his account.
I think he’s mostly just having fun. He also posts sweet things, he posts his baby brother and his sister a lot. I’d just hate to see my son disappointed over this but I understand where my husband comes from.