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2017.02.12 06:24 randompsyco If Guy Fieri was a subreddit he'd be r/fieri

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2017.03.15 23:05 IDRINKYOURMILK-SHAKE A place for goofy kitchen appliances and tools.

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2023.05.30 13:34 UnvaccinatedAsshole Is vanlife a good solution to the rejection of the 9-5 life ? More questions in the thread.

Hi guys,
Basically I am that broke ex student still relying on his parents and some internships to survive and pay the loan and so on.
I have always dreamt of freedom, travel and so on, but never left Europe.
I have just left my 9-5 job because of depression, I now try to find a goal in my life. And I think that travelling is a good idea but I am overwhelmed by everything you have to think about:
- Laws.
- Costs of living.
- Where do you shit ? shower ? what do you do with the shit ? (I know its quite accurate but I think good toilets could be what I miss the more if I end up pursuing this life.
- How much would a van equipped with a kitchen, desk, and bed would cost me ?
Regarding earning money while on the road, I think it would not be that problematic. I am good at photography, have a youtube channel that should start generating some money soon, and in the worst case I could always find a few jobs here and there.
So my main question is, have people that were completely depressed by the lack of adventure in their life embrace the van life ? and if so, what was the result ?
General anecdotes of your beginnings are more than welcome.
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2023.05.30 13:30 PrimaryProgress205 I started talking to this guy over snapchat and we talked almost everyday, but we never met. Suddenly one day he just ghosted me. Since then, he has apologized and we've talked a little, but nothing consistent. yet, I feel myself constantly thinking about him. Was I in love with him?

I (F 18) started talking to this guy (M 19) over snapchat during covid. We started talking when I was 16 and he was 17, but we were both juniors. We never met as I live in California and he lives in Texas. We would talk all day, everyday, during school, sports, etc. We would even have long FaceTime calls and watch shows together (I still can't watch Gordon Ramsay (specifically Kitchen Nightmares) without thinking of him). One day, all of our messages just stopped. (For context, there was this girl that I was concerned about but he had a good explanation for it all and was able to reassure me to the point where I was completely blindsided as to what happened next.) One day I woke up and it was radio silence on his end. I sent him a couple snaps and messages saying if something was going on I would always be there for him (I only send him a couple of messages and took the ghosting like a champ (SUPER PROUD OF THIS BTW)). But anyways, a couple days later, I saw that he had left the snaps and messages on open. I bawled my eyes out for like a week straight and then I decided to go to my senior homecoming with a guy I had been friends with for a while, so that I could take my mind off of the whole situation. I found out later through instagram that he was now dating the girl that he told me that I had nothing to worry about. A couple months later I got a message from him basically telling me about how he was sorry for what he did, and that he had truly been mulling it over and feeling horrible about it. Of course I responded politely and agreed that what he had done was horrible, but ultimately thanked him because it was an unrealistic dream, we could never really be together. Since then, whenever he responds to my stories, I've made it a point to always be the one to end the conversation, cut it short even. But, I always find myself searching for his name to see if he's seen my recent post, liked it, etc. I also find myself thinking about him quite often. Is he thinking about me? Did he ever feel the same way as me? Is there anything that could happen now? Does he have a girlfriend? All of these thoughts occasionally run through my mind. My question is: What does it mean that I'm still thinking about him this often? Do you think it's possible for me to have been in love with him even with never having met him? Why do I miss him even though I know we would never work?
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2023.05.30 13:28 TipsyIrishGuy 28 [M4F] Ireland/UK/Anywhere - Looking for a daily distraction?

Hey there!
I'm Dec, a 28-year-old Irish guy residing in the vibrant city of Dublin.
I've been told that I'm fairly tall at 6'2", I guess I've got a presence that can be seen as intimidating by some people and as attractive by others! I am a gentle giant in reality though. When I'm not busy conquering the corporate IT world, you'll find me pursuing my passions. Hobbies are important, right?
I guess that I'm an avid sports enthusiast, particularly in hurling and rugby. There's nothing like the adrenaline rush of the game and the thrill of competing. I used to play at a high level, but since I copped a couple of injuries, I now cheer on from the sideline. It's different, but I still get the buzz from the stands.
Thankfully, there's more to me than just sports. I'm also a culinary aficionado. I love to whip up delicious dishes in the kitchen, and my favorite thing is sharing the joy of a home-cooked meal with friends. I used to think cooking was just something everyone did, but a few of my mates barely know how to work a microwave. I don't know how they survive.
Life is all about balance, and I believe in seizing every opportunity for adventure. Whether it's exploring hidden gems in the city or embarking on spontaneous road trips, I'm always up for new experiences and making unforgettable memories.
Travelling to different countries and experiencing new cultures, new music and a new way of life is one of my favourite things to experience - If you’re not based in Ireland please don't consider it a blocker!
If you're looking for a down-to-earth guy to bring excitement to your life, then let's connect. Send me a chat as I prefer it over the DM function.
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2023.05.30 13:21 roythehandymanguy Painting Contractor in Rockville

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2023.05.30 12:42 Cantdopuppy 10 week old golden retriever puppy. Can’t cope anymore. Thinking of rehoming.

My boyfriend and I got our puppy 2 weeks ago. Believe it or not, the first few nights were the easiest. We are dealing with several huge issues at the moment.
The dog will not sleep at night. He sleeps for maybe an hour between 12am-1am and is then awake until 6am with maybe a half hour nap in between. We are crate training him and he is not taking to it AT ALL, despite us doing everything you’re supposed to do. We have been allowing him to sleep outside the crate during the day and he likes to be under the couch. The real issue is that he spends all his time awake barking or screaming, unless we are actively playing with him.
Which brings me to..
He barks whenever someone is cooking, eating, or doing something in the kitchen, ESPECIALLY at night. We are in a small, one bedroom apartment and there are no other rooms to put him in. We have been firmly saying “no barking” and placing him in the bathroom whenever he barks, but it has been a week and he is not putting the pieces together whatsoever. He is food obsessed and tries getting into his food bag, the trash, and under the fridge. We have already received noise complaints from two neighbours. I wouldn’t care so much if we weren’t in an apartment, but we are.
I cannot cook, clean, eat, watch a movie, do my skincare, take a shower or anything else without listening to incessant barking or screaming. I am exhausted and fed up and even though I love the little guy and would be in tears to rehome him, maybe this wasn’t the right decision to get a puppy.
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2023.05.30 12:33 korbsen Looking for help with Mono-Red Midrange feat. Chandra, Hope's Beacon

Hey guys, in my very first sealed event a few weeks ago, I opened a Chandra, Hope's Beacon and really liked the card. So after having fun and also success with her at the event, I was thinking to build a modern deck around her. Doesn't have to be top notch, just a fun deck for the kitchen table. That's also why I don't include cards like Ragavan or Fable, as they would make it too expensive.
However I've never build (mono)-red before and am struggling a bit with glueing the deck together, so I was hoping to get some help here :) Thanks a lot in advance!
As of now it looks like this: https://deckstats.net/decks/206160/3066306-red-midrange
2 Blast Zone 3 Den of the Bugbear 1 Gemstone Caverns 7 Mountain 1 Shinka, the Bloodsoaked Keep 2 Sokenzan, Crucible of Defiance
2 Abrade 3 Big Score 4 Electrodominance 2 Jaya's Immolating Inferno 4 Lightning Bolt 4 Shatterskull Smashing // Shatterskull, the Hammer Pass 2 Spikefield Hazard // Spikefield Cave 3 Strike It Rich
2 Blood Moon 4 Pyromancer Ascension
4 Chandra, Hope's Beacon
2 Bonecrusher Giant // Stomp 4 Goldspan Dragon 4 Monastery Swiftspear
2 Abrade 2 Brotherhood's End 3 Flame Slash 1 Grafdigger's Cage 2 Relic of Progenitus 2 Shattering Spree 3 Soulless Jailer
P.S.: I also love the card Etali, Primal Conquerer from MOM, if it was logically possible to include it in the deck that would be great too! To me unfortunately it only feels like a "win more card" once you have the mana and doesn't really makes sense to add.
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2023.05.30 11:34 __Polarix__ Very intense trippy dream with sexual elements

It starts with me sitting on the bus I use to go to work. I'm very tired, so I fall asleep and only wake up at the final bus stop. There is a big pool there for some reason and I decide to take a look at it. People are having fun, meanwhile I see visions of people stalking others at the pool. Then I suddenly get into a VR video game, where I realize you can strip the female characters fully naked, even the genital region is detailed. I enjoy the game with the nude female characters, but then some people suddenly start to look for me, like I'm some kind of criminal. I'm not sure if it is even a game or real anymore.
Thanks to the nude body of characters, I have a very hard erection. For some reason, I grow a second penis and both get twisted and purple, covered in spikes. A girl appears, wearing nothing but a shirt. She spreads her legs and shows her two pulsating, wet vaginas. I put my weird penises in it, then I grow a third and also penetrate her anus. Our encounter doesn't last long, as the people looking for me are here again.
The next scene I see are these people, are represented by cartoonish animals in a room. Their leader says that they have failed to catch me, so they have to repent for their sins. They open the window and start to piss, but the wind starts blowing and then they get covered in the urine. One of these people, a fat pig with a watermelon pattern skin comes up with an idea of exercise. I'm back again, now in the body of the nude female character I've used in the game previously. I go in the room where the animal-people are doing exercises standing on a kitchen counter and they seem like they are high on some drugs, they don't even notice me. I do the exercises with them, but then the watermelon pig notices me and runs out of the room. I quickly catch him and put him back into his place. Outside the kitchen, a tall guy appears and is just plainly confused. He wants to call the police, but I knock him out.
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2023.05.30 11:29 Jus17173 Humans, Aliens and Madness.

Ko-fi
Captain Ferguson stood upon the deck of the Starship Galactica. His hands clasped behind him, a miniature smile tilting the edge of his lips. Behind him stood several cohorts, all of them anxious for their captain because of what was coming. The meeting between Humans and the aliens of Planet C138 did not end well for humans, whatever envoy that was sent to meet with the aliens always came back mad, stripping free of their clothing, screaming and scratching at their eyes. Seven envoys had been sent and seven envoys had come back with not an ounce of their minds containing any lucidity. Record beacons that had been strapped to the envoys always came back having recorded nothing but static noise. Nobody knew why the envoys went mad but that's what Captain Ferguson's purpose was. To meet with the aliens of C138 and return as a normal man with knowledge.
It was the first envoy that was made up of only one man. Captain Ferguson deemed himself capable of undergoing any mental strain without cracking and the cohorts behind him, men and women of his army believed in him. But it wasn't just their belief that solidified his stance, the whole of planet Earth was behind him. A solitary man on a Solitary mission. He stood looking at the alien ship parallel to his own ship, he smirked at its miniature size. It's propellers that were three sizes too small. It was in that ship that the previous envoys had entered and come out mad. It was in that ship that he would enter and return with the knowledge people from Earth were so desperate to have. With an IQ nearing 200, mentality that was shark like with grit, he would persevere where others failed and would come back to a hero's welcome. Women swooning over him and men wishing they were him.
A pod ejected from the alien spaceship and made its way to the hanger bay, Captain Ferguson made an about turn and started for the hanger bay, beside him his second in command, Sergeant Esther, read to him his vitals. "Your heart rate is normal, your body is at optimal performance, your mind is functioning smoothly and all your bodily needs have been met." She blushed at the last statement, remembering how she'd catered to one of his bodily needs in his cabin.
Captain Ferguson's smile widened. "I am at optimal level, more optimal than my predecessors."
"Sir, the other envoys were at optimal level too and their minds still broke." Sergeant Esther said as they neared the hanger bay. "You have a transponder in your left pocket, if you feel yourself losing lucidity just press it and we'll come for you."
"Nonsense, I am mighty, these aliens can't affect me in any way, I represent the epitome of what human mentality entails." He leaned down and placed a kiss on Sergeant Esther's lips. "Keep the water running warm for me love, I'll be back in a moment." He made for the pod without turning back to meet the gaze of Sergeant Esther that was glued to his back.
He strapped himself into the miniature space travel device that was remotely controlled by the aliens. They usually sent larger pods to collect the envoys but this time round they'd sent a pod containing a singular seat as if they knew the envoy will be of one man. Captain Ferguson brushed this aside as just a mere coincidence. He strapped himself into the seat and watched as the hatch closed above him. The pod lifted and made its way to the alien spaceship.
As he journeyed between the two ships, he occupied his time with breathing exercises to calm his mind, beside the transponder in his pocket he also carried a plasma pistol set to mid trajectory, incase the aliens proved hostile it would be his right to defend himself. He was lost in thoughts of himself as a one man army, firing at aliens and destroying their ship when the pod landed safely in the alien ship's hanger bay. The top hatch opened and Captain Ferguson unlatched himself from his seat. He climbed free of the pod and landed on solid ground. He was about to peer around when a hand tapped his shoulder.
He turned to meet the gaze of a being whose skin was a pallid purple. His eyes were large and his irises were vertically shaped and yellow in color. He had what seemed like small tentacles lining his upper lip and two slits that passed for a nose. Its head was oval shaped and bald and its teeth were needle shaped as it broke into a wide grin. "Captain Ferguson, is it?"
Captain Ferguson fought down his brief fright at being startled by the alien that had come out of nowhere. "Uhhm Yes." He answered, unsure as to how the alien knew him.
"I'm a huge fan of your work Captain Ferguson." Answered the alien. "My name is Todd, Todd Bohely, do you remember me?"
Captain Ferguson did know a Todd Bohely, a lanky man who'd commandeered one of the training ships back at HQ. But Todd Bohely was human, not the alien standing beside him. He grinned. So this is how they bring about madness, by incepting thoughts. But the alien was no match for him. He was Captain Ferguson, leader of the starship armada. A man with a diamond mind. "I know Todd Bohely and you're not him."
The alien tilted its head back and laughed. "Right you are Captain Ferguson, right you are. My name is long, Sethamksgauwmam. Or you can call me Seth."
Captain Ferguson nodded at Seth. "Nice to meet you Seth, I come in peace."
"Of course you do." Seth answered while raising a limb that had three fingers like stubs of cigars popping out of its end. "Your predecessors came in peace too. You humans have so much in common."
"You made them go mad." Captain Ferguson said.
"Of course I did. It's my job to ensure no human makes it to my home planet."
Captain Ferguson laid a hand on his pistol holster. So that was their purpose, to ensure humans don't land on their planet. They drew the first gun and shot the first bullet of madness, I won't have the same bullet hit me.
"Hey, remember that time we went to the Grand Canyon," Seth started. "Remember the bird nest we found with the three eggs within them? We wondered for days what bird laid those blue eggs."
Captain Ferguson recalled the trip to the Grand Canyon that he'd gone on with Todd, his friend from HQ. They'd found the bird nest tucked deep within a rock cliff's edge. The eggs had been white, or had they been blue? He wasn't sure anymore. He opened his mouth to speak but Seth continued. "It was a shame what Sarah did to those eggs, hurling rocks at them, would you imagine that? Hurling rocks at something as delicate as eggs."
Captain Ferguson clenched his hands into fists, they shook with rage at the memory of what Sarah did and the laugh that emanated from her mouth as the shells cracked. Wait, wasn't I with Todd? Who's Sarah? He shook his head from side to side. Then he smiled. "I've never been to the Grand Canyon, I never found eggs, I have never been with anyone named Sarah."
"Of course you have. Sarah is Todd's wife." Seth continued.
"No. Your putting memories in my mind, things that don't exist." Captain Ferguson stood straighter, his chest pumping upwards with pride. "You won't make me mad, I have a diamond mind."
"Of course you do, you're also compassionate Fergie." Seth said. "Fergie. Didn't your mom used to call you that? It's a shame what happened to her."
Captain Ferguson had a brief flashback of him coming home early from soccer practice to find his mother lying prostrate on the kitchen floor, blood flowing in rivulets all around her, knife in hand and deep gashes studded upon her wrists.
"She did that because of you, you know, you were always so headstrong, a single mother couldn't handle the burden of raising you, she had no option." Seth said.
*Did that really happen? Did my own mom take her life? *Ferguson shook his head again, he wasn't sure. His thoughts were too scrambled.
"Remember Todd, Todd Bohely? Your child hood friend whom you used to ride dirt bikes with." Seth said.
Ferguson recalled the long bike rides he would go on with Todd Bohely, to the beach where they would go during mid noon for the sole purpose of catching the sunset during the afternoon.
Seth chuckled. "Funny guy, Todd. Thought he could swim and chase the sunset."
Ferguson recalled the way Todd ran into the waves, leaving his bike at the shore. Kicking at the water and edging further within. He'd stood at the shore, calling to him.
"It was too bad he couldn't swim."
Ferguson was no longer on the ship's hanger bay, he was by the shore, Todd's insensate body beneath him, paramedics pumping his chest and giving him mouth to mouth resuscitation. A tear trailed down Ferguson's cheek. Wait, who was Todd Bohely? He shook his head and found himself back in the hanger bay. He reached with his right hand and ejected the plasma pistol from its holster at his side, he pointed it at the alien. Seth raised both hands.
"Woah there." Seth said.
"You're doing things to me, getting into my mind and incepting thoughts that aren't real." Captain Ferguson said.
Seth chuckled and lowered his arms. "The thoughts in your head are your own, but you can shoot the thoughts that are corrupted or aren't yours free of your mind." He smiled. "Just as Sarah did when she shot those yellow bird eggs at the Grand Canyon."
Ferguson recalled how angry he had been when Sarah had shot the bird eggs with a pistol, her laugh as the eggs shattered and the york flew free of its shell. They were harmless blue eggs. Wait, were they blue eggs or white? No they were yellow..
Captain Ferguson took the barrel of the gun and placed its end to his temple, he cocked the pistol set to mid trajectory.
"Remember what your father told you before he pulled the trigger and blew his brains out?" Seth asked.
"He said 'It's the end of the road for me, but some things are necessary if you don't want to face tomorrow's dawn.'" He quoted his father, gun held to his own head.
"Do you want to face tomorrow's dawn? To see Todd chase it again into the ocean? To hear Sarah's laugh as the eggs cracked?" Seth asked.
"No." Captain Ferguson said and pulled the trigger. Blowing his brains out and collapsing on the hanger bay's floor as a corpse.
Seth stood over the insensate body of Captain Ferguson and smirked as the captain often did. "And another bites the dust." Seth said.
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2023.05.30 11:25 Whovian1156 My idea for SCP-096 to be in DBD

Lore: Someone had seen it. Its face. It knew where to run, but it didn’t know the destination. It ran towards the dark cloud of fog, and it saw the person who saw its face, it was a man with a shirt and tie, just like the ones who had kept him held captive for so long. The man screamed in terror, he knew he was in trouble.
Description: an unstoppable killer, the Shy Guy is able to spread his wrath through sight
His Personal Perks, [REDACTED], Acceleration, and Breach allow you to remain hidden, bend chases to your will, and smash through walls to give survivors a scare.
Terror Radius: 50m Speed: 4.7m/s Height: Tall
Perks:
[REDACTED]: People need to be kept away from some types of information, and you take advantage of this. When survivor a uses an aura reading perk or item, you gain the undetectable status effect for 20/40/60 seconds. ”Upon arriving at SCP-096-1's location, SCP-096 will proceed to kill and [DATA EXPUNGED] SCP- 096-1.” - SCP FOUNDATION
Acceleration: You run faster than anything, and you know it. When reaching bloodlust tier 3/2/1 you gain 4/6/8% Increase in your movement speed until the chase ends ”Documented speeds have varied from thirty-five km/h to [REDACTED] km/h.” - SCP FOUNDATION
Breach: Your tough skin and hard bones make you able to feel barely any pain. When undetectable, you destroy Breakable walls 200% faster, and any survivors within 16 meters will scream and gain the hindered status effect for 4 seconds ”No known material or method can impede SCP-096's progress.” - SCP FOUNDATION
Power: Fiery Rage Around the map there are photos and videos containing your face. When a survivor views your face in any way using their camera when they are within 16 meters of where they see your face, you gain the hindered status effect for 10 seconds, after this time is over, you run at 5m/s, you are immune to pallet stuns and the survivor is briefly revealed through killer instinct. These effects (Barring Killer Instinct) persist until that survivor has been downed or the survivor uses amnestics. Pressing the power button allows you to activate your ability for survivors within 16m
SPECIAL INTERACTION: AMNESTICS Around the map, there will be crates containing amnestics, when a survivor uses an amnestic, they will gain the hindered, oblivious and blindness status effects for 5 seconds, and they will forget about your face if they’ve seen it. Amnestics have 3 uses each, take up the item slot, and are a limited item.
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2023.05.30 11:12 hi_robb 49[M] - Looking for a pocket friend!

Hello,
I'm looking for as I've seen described on here - a pocket friend!
Just someone to chat to, laugh with, whinge about the crap when life throws it at us.
A bit about me.
And let’s get the elephant in to the room right away!
I’m an old bastidge at 48, but hopefully fun and not boring!
Now I’m not some kind of dirty old man. I won’t ever send nor ask for rude pics and I’m not into anything weird either.
I’m just an average guy who tries to make people laugh and smile every day. And who enjoys conversation.
So, you’re still reading? Wow and thanks, ok I’ll carry on. I might waffle a bit now…
I’ve got kids. 2 of them (boy and girl), both in their mid and late teens. They stay at their mum’s but come and go to mine as they please.
The boy stays often. The girl not so much as she’s a mummies girl. But their age does mean they almost look after themselves and I have plenty of spare time.
I work full time and have a fairly good job. But I work from home (90% of the time) and while it’s a busy job at times, I have plenty of time to reply to messages.
I am single. Have been for 6 years and I’m quite happy being so. I was with my ex 17 years prior to that.
So why am I posting this?
Back towards the end of 2021, I was asked to work with a woman on a bit of work she was trying to do on a system I’m the SME for. It was all via email, calls and video call as she works in a different office.
To cut a long story short, we got on really well and ended up becoming pocket friends. And for several months last year, texted, called and video chatted loads daily.
It was all purely platonic and there was no pressure. We’d speak about all sorts and nothing. Music, films, work, food. Sometimes just putting the world to rights. Or sharing our shit and happiness. What our kids had done. What we dreamed.
But it was nice. It was really nice and I enjoyed it.
Sadly she met someone towards the end of last year and our conversations came to and end 😢 And I’ve just muddled along since.
And I've recently realised that I missed my pocket friend. It was nice knowing someone was thinking about you. Taking the time to talk to you.
Finally, my hobbies and likes. Reading (43 books this year so far). Walking, gadgets, films, the odd console game.
My biggest hobbies are writing really bad dad jokes (I’ve got tens of thousands of them). And music. I’ve a big collection on all formats. And a good hifi to listen to it.
I’ve a very eclectic taste which spans every genre.
Dislikes are scammers, people who hurt kids, animals or woman 😡, cleaning the kitchen 😂 and cutting the grass!
Thanks for reading. I know this has been a bit war and peace. Not all my messages are. But I thought I’d be quite thorough with my intro.
Kind regards
Rob
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2023.05.30 11:09 Soillily Job search - confused about conflicting opinions & would kindly as for help/insight!

Hi everyone,
I have already heard so many different opinions that I honestly feel lost.
Here's the deal: I am a college-educated girl (got a PhD in humanities). I speak a couple languages and, right now, also learning Norwegian. I have several years of work experience (in my field). I come from Poland (technically, but not born here and don't have a Polish surname).
Within a month I'll be invading your beautiful country and stay there for... at least 2 months. That's the time limit I gave myself so as not to ruin my savings and yet not get too desperate in case I don't get a job. If I'm lucky, it could be a couple to several years or forever.
As for the "cultural" things, I try to learn the language, I don't drink and I plan to pay all your taxes. I'm also not "loud and obnoxious" and I won't say "kurwa" all the time while doing some carpenting around your renovated flat. I'm heavily into 80s, so A-ha's lyrics are not a secret code I'd not understand.
I try to be realistic and look for a job below my skill level: kitchen statt, hotel staff, cleaning... I won't die if I end up doing it for as long as I don't get to some decent B1 level, and after 3 months of learning the language completely on my own I am confident it should happen in no time.
Now, my actual question is this: what is the strategy I should aim for?
When I visited Norway for a week several months ago, I walked around and asked people about the jobs, because I heard that "you gotta walk and talk". When I did, everyone made me "go online and apply there, that's the only way". Understandable, we're in 2023...
So, I've sent over 100 resumes for now. Both over email as well as some "quick application" sites and nav. Both jobs in my field and the bluest of the blue collar. I've gotten about 15 rejections over email (never thought it'd come to this, but, apparently, I'm not even good enough to restock stuff in supermarkets...).
Now a close friend of mine who's helping me out (and already lives in Norway) told me that I should back up any email with a call, and that's what their friend did and, eventually, got a job.
My sibling, when I talked to them, told me the same thing: they watched a girl online who also looked for a job in Norway and she sent fruitlessly so many resumes and started calling and got a job. Some hotel staff.
In case all my search is fruitless too by the time I arrive (late June), I'll just go directly... I'll have whole days off, being unemployed and what's the harm in walking and handing out my resumes in person, right?
And I've just read that there IS a lot of prejudice against either non-Norwegians (where non-Norwegian-surnamed but native folk have issues finding a job) and, specifically, Poles (because the stereotypes and because there's no smoke without fire). I haven't experienced that yet too much, aside from one video call where a possible landlady replied to with an "Oh..." sigh when I revealed where I currently live (followed by a detailed questioning if I'm sure I could afford the deposit... yes, ma'am, not every Pole is on a minimum wage and drinking). I've heard of e.g. the parking ticket guys (whatever you call them) hide a "GTFO & back to Poland" love letter under a parking ticket they gave to a car with Polish plates - it happened to my friend, not some urban legend). So yeah, people may claim to be as tolerant as they want, but there is some prejudice and it's a fact and well, it's understandable too. No hard feelings over that one, just being realistic.
In the light of all the above, I'm honestly stressed. In Poland, we do have some situations where people like me would be rejected in some blue collar, because what the hell is wrong with us, holding such degrees and wanting to sweep floors. It suspicious! But then, I still don't get the idea of not answering emails if you're publishing something online and *giving* an emaill adress and not saying in your ad "call us too". That's precisely HOW I got my current job (in education). I don't know what to do to really be efficient at this point, I hear so many opinions that are so conflicting to my experience! I honeslty feel lost.
Sure, when the online forms ask, a.o., if I want to work more or less than a year, I honeslty click "less", because man... I don't envision myself as basing my entire career from now on on e.g. cleaning or restocking in a store. I want to learn the language and advance ASAP. I just struggle with the very first steps!
Do you have any tips? Any experience as a foreigner? Any comment on that as a native? What am I doing wrong and what could I improve?
Thanks for now :)
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2023.05.30 10:13 East-Honey-6547 My story

I’ve never spoken about this before and I just need to get this off my chest because it hurts so much and I need to speak.
When I was 12 my mum died after a stroke and me and my younger sister were given to my mums new husband. They met about 2 years before she died and he was always really nice to her but he hated me and my sister. He always said he hated kids when she was still alive but would never do anything bad to us, he would mainly just ignore us unless mum wanted him to tell us off.
We don’t have any family so when my mum died really quickly of cancer we were kept in his custody. He totally flipped the way he talked about me and my sister which I remember we found really weird at the time but he told everyone he wanted to look after us so we ended up staying in my mums house with him.
Once he started “looking after us” he would make us do most of the house stuff, and cook for ourselves and get ourselves ready for school. He basically neglected us for about a year until my sister turned 11. He started drinking a lot and would be out all the time at the bar with his friends so we were alone most of the time which we liked because we didn’t have to deal with him.
One night though I woke up because I could hear my sister crying and my “dad” talking angrily to her but it was weird because it was like 2 in the morning. I went to find out what was happening and I found him molesting her in her room. I remember freezing up in shock and then trying to fight him but he was really big and I was tiny at the time so he pushed me off and didn’t stop. It was one of the worst nights of my life. He told me to hold her hand and be a big sister for her while he began raping her. I can’t ever forget looking at her eyes and seeing her wanting me to help but I couldn’t because I was so scared.
When he was done he told my sister not to move or he would get a kitchen knife and stab me with it. He made me lie on top of her and raped me. I hadn’t ever had sex or done anything before and it was so painful and I was in shock. My sister cried underneath me the whole time but I just sort of blacked out.
Me and my sister didn’t really understand what he had done to us at the time and I remember him saying to us that we were finally his “good girls” but that if we told anyone what he had done he would kill us and burn all of mums things. We were so scared I remember crying in the closet under the stairs with my sister for hours the next day. My sister wanted me to tell my teachers but I was terrified he would kill us and destroy mums things so I didn’t know what to do for ages.
That was the worst year of our lives. He would sometimes come back from the bar and we would hide from him but he would find us and drag me or my sister up to his room and lock the door. I won’t go into the details of exactly what he did but I always remember feeling the worst when he picked my sister. Sometimes he would let me hold her hand but when I had to listen to her being raped by him I would cry and scream sometimes.
We didn’t have phones so we couldn’t ever make calls but one night I screamed that I would tell the police and he hit my sister under her arm really bad and burnt some photos of my mum. It was so horrible and I felt like I couldn’t do anything.
Me and my sister lost a lot of weight and school started asking if we were ok but we always said we were fine. I hated how they never checked us properly but I was so scared he’d kill one of us that I never did anything. It got even worse when started to bring guys back from the bar with him.
He brought 2 guys to the house when I had just turned 14. They were all drunk and my “dad” literally asked them which of us they wanted. He told them not to hit us or leave any marks and then they raped us both in our mums bed. My “dad” didn’t even watch or stay. He just left these guys to rape us. It was disgusting, the one that picked my sister was really old and my sister just screamed the entire time.
It’s really hard to speak about but this happened 3 more times before it ended. Our neighbours called the police because “dad” had been really loud coming home from the bar once and the police found me and my sister and arrested him. I don’t reeally remember much of what happened because I had to block it out but he didn’t get the chance to hurt us and the police took us away that night. They arrested him and me and my sister had to tell them everything that happened.
He killed himself in prison before his trial and me and my sister went into an orphanage.
I’m 19 now and I still struggle through all this everyday and I can’t take it sometimes. I have terrible dreams and anxiety. My sister is the same. I can’t speak to any of my friends about it because it would be too much so I just needed to tell our story here. We had therapy when we were younger but it just didn’t work and I’m wondering if anyone has advice about this sort of thing?
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2023.05.30 10:11 East-Honey-6547 My story

I’ve never spoken about this before and I just need to get this off my chest because it hurts so much and I need to speak.
When I was 12 my mum died after a stroke and me and my younger sister were given to my mums new husband. They met about 2 years before she died and he was always really nice to her but he hated me and my sister. He always said he hated kids when she was still alive but would never do anything bad to us, he would mainly just ignore us unless mum wanted him to tell us off.
We don’t have any family so when my mum died really quickly of cancer we were kept in his custody. He totally flipped the way he talked about me and my sister which I remember we found really weird at the time but he told everyone he wanted to look after us so we ended up staying in my mums house with him.
Once he started “looking after us” he would make us do most of the house stuff, and cook for ourselves and get ourselves ready for school. He basically neglected us for about a year until my sister turned 11. He started drinking a lot and would be out all the time at the bar with his friends so we were alone most of the time which we liked because we didn’t have to deal with him.
One night though I woke up because I could hear my sister crying and my “dad” talking angrily to her but it was weird because it was like 2 in the morning. I went to find out what was happening and I found him molesting her in her room. I remember freezing up in shock and then trying to fight him but he was really big and I was tiny at the time so he pushed me off and didn’t stop. It was one of the worst nights of my life. He told me to hold her hand and be a big sister for her while he began raping her. I can’t ever forget looking at her eyes and seeing her wanting me to help but I couldn’t because I was so scared.
When he was done he told my sister not to move or he would get a kitchen knife and stab me with it. He made me lie on top of her and raped me. I hadn’t ever had sex or done anything before and it was so painful and I was in shock. My sister cried underneath me the whole time but I just sort of blacked out.
Me and my sister didn’t really understand what he had done to us at the time and I remember him saying to us that we were finally his “good girls” but that if we told anyone what he had done he would kill us and burn all of mums things. We were so scared I remember crying in the closet under the stairs with my sister for hours the next day. My sister wanted me to tell my teachers but I was terrified he would kill us and destroy mums things so I didn’t know what to do for ages.
That was the worst year of our lives. He would sometimes come back from the bar and we would hide from him but he would find us and drag me or my sister up to his room and lock the door. I won’t go into the details of exactly what he did but I always remember feeling the worst when he picked my sister. Sometimes he would let me hold her hand but when I had to listen to her being raped by him I would cry and scream sometimes.
We didn’t have phones so we couldn’t ever make calls but one night I screamed that I would tell the police and he hit my sister under her arm really bad and burnt some photos of my mum. It was so horrible and I felt like I couldn’t do anything.
Me and my sister lost a lot of weight and school started asking if we were ok but we always said we were fine. I hated how they never checked us properly but I was so scared he’d kill one of us that I never did anything. It got even worse when started to bring guys back from the bar with him.
He brought 2 guys to the house when I had just turned 14. They were all drunk and my “dad” literally asked them which of us they wanted. He told them not to hit us or leave any marks and then they raped us both in our mums bed. My “dad” didn’t even watch or stay. He just left these guys to rape us. It was disgusting, the one that picked my sister was really old and my sister just screamed the entire time.
It’s really hard to speak about but this happened 3 more times before it ended. Our neighbours called the police because “dad” had been really loud coming home from the bar once and the police found me and my sister and arrested him. I don’t reeally remember much of what happened because I had to block it out but he didn’t get the chance to hurt us and the police took us away that night. They arrested him and me and my sister had to tell them everything that happened.
He killed himself in prison before his trial and me and my sister went into an orphanage.
I’m 19 now and I still struggle through all this everyday and I can’t take it sometimes. I have terrible dreams and anxiety. My sister is the same. I can’t speak to any of my friends about it because it would be too much so I just needed to tell our story here. We had therapy when we were younger but it just didn’t work and I’m wondering if anyone has advice about this sort of thing?
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2023.05.30 10:10 East-Honey-6547 My story

I’ve never spoken about this before and I just need to get this off my chest because it hurts so much and I need to speak.
When I was 12 my mum died after a stroke and me and my younger sister were given to my mums new husband. They met about 2 years before she died and he was always really nice to her but he hated me and my sister. He always said he hated kids when she was still alive but would never do anything bad to us, he would mainly just ignore us unless mum wanted him to tell us off.
We don’t have any family so when my mum died really quickly of cancer we were kept in his custody. He totally flipped the way he talked about me and my sister which I remember we found really weird at the time but he told everyone he wanted to look after us so we ended up staying in my mums house with him.
Once he started “looking after us” he would make us do most of the house stuff, and cook for ourselves and get ourselves ready for school. He basically neglected us for about a year until my sister turned 11. He started drinking a lot and would be out all the time at the bar with his friends so we were alone most of the time which we liked because we didn’t have to deal with him.
One night though I woke up because I could hear my sister crying and my “dad” talking angrily to her but it was weird because it was like 2 in the morning. I went to find out what was happening and I found him molesting her in her room. I remember freezing up in shock and then trying to fight him but he was really big and I was tiny at the time so he pushed me off and didn’t stop. It was one of the worst nights of my life. He told me to hold her hand and be a big sister for her while he began raping her. I can’t ever forget looking at her eyes and seeing her wanting me to help but I couldn’t because I was so scared.
When he was done he told my sister not to move or he would get a kitchen knife and stab me with it. He made me lie on top of her and raped me. I hadn’t ever had sex or done anything before and it was so painful and I was in shock. My sister cried underneath me the whole time but I just sort of blacked out.
Me and my sister didn’t really understand what he had done to us at the time and I remember him saying to us that we were finally his “good girls” but that if we told anyone what he had done he would kill us and burn all of mums things. We were so scared I remember crying in the closet under the stairs with my sister for hours the next day. My sister wanted me to tell my teachers but I was terrified he would kill us and destroy mums things so I didn’t know what to do for ages.
That was the worst year of our lives. He would sometimes come back from the bar and we would hide from him but he would find us and drag me or my sister up to his room and lock the door. I won’t go into the details of exactly what he did but I always remember feeling the worst when he picked my sister. Sometimes he would let me hold her hand but when I had to listen to her being raped by him I would cry and scream sometimes.
We didn’t have phones so we couldn’t ever make calls but one night I screamed that I would tell the police and he hit my sister under her arm really bad and burnt some photos of my mum. It was so horrible and I felt like I couldn’t do anything.
Me and my sister lost a lot of weight and school started asking if we were ok but we always said we were fine. I hated how they never checked us properly but I was so scared he’d kill one of us that I never did anything. It got even worse when started to bring guys back from the bar with him.
He brought 2 guys to the house when I had just turned 14. They were all drunk and my “dad” literally asked them which of us they wanted. He told them not to hit us or leave any marks and then they raped us both in our mums bed. My “dad” didn’t even watch or stay. He just left these guys to rape us. It was disgusting, the one that picked my sister was really old and my sister just screamed the entire time.
It’s really hard to speak about but this happened 3 more times before it ended. Our neighbours called the police because “dad” had been really loud coming home from the bar once and the police found me and my sister and arrested him. I don’t reeally remember much of what happened because I had to block it out but he didn’t get the chance to hurt us and the police took us away that night. They arrested him and me and my sister had to tell them everything that happened.
He killed himself in prison before his trial and me and my sister went into an orphanage.
I’m 19 now and I still struggle through all this everyday and I can’t take it sometimes. I have terrible dreams and anxiety. My sister is the same. I can’t speak to any of my friends about it because it would be too much so I just needed to tell our story here. We had therapy when we were younger but it just didn’t work and I’m wondering if anyone has advice about this sort of thing?
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2023.05.30 10:09 East-Honey-6547 My story

I’ve never spoken about this before and I just need to get this off my chest because it hurts so much and I need to speak.
When I was 12 my mum died after a stroke and me and my younger sister were given to my mums new husband. They met about 2 years before she died and he was always really nice to her but he hated me and my sister. He always said he hated kids when she was still alive but would never do anything bad to us, he would mainly just ignore us unless mum wanted him to tell us off.
We don’t have any family so when my mum died really quickly of cancer we were kept in his custody. He totally flipped the way he talked about me and my sister which I remember we found really weird at the time but he told everyone he wanted to look after us so we ended up staying in my mums house with him.
Once he started “looking after us” he would make us do most of the house stuff, and cook for ourselves and get ourselves ready for school. He basically neglected us for about a year until my sister turned 11. He started drinking a lot and would be out all the time at the bar with his friends so we were alone most of the time which we liked because we didn’t have to deal with him.
One night though I woke up because I could hear my sister crying and my “dad” talking angrily to her but it was weird because it was like 2 in the morning. I went to find out what was happening and I found him molesting her in her room. I remember freezing up in shock and then trying to fight him but he was really big and I was tiny at the time so he pushed me off and didn’t stop. It was one of the worst nights of my life. He told me to hold her hand and be a big sister for her while he began raping her. I can’t ever forget looking at her eyes and seeing her wanting me to help but I couldn’t because I was so scared.
When he was done he told my sister not to move or he would get a kitchen knife and stab me with it. He made me lie on top of her and raped me. I hadn’t ever had sex or done anything before and it was so painful and I was in shock. My sister cried underneath me the whole time but I just sort of blacked out.
Me and my sister didn’t really understand what he had done to us at the time and I remember him saying to us that we were finally his “good girls” but that if we told anyone what he had done he would kill us and burn all of mums things. We were so scared I remember crying in the closet under the stairs with my sister for hours the next day. My sister wanted me to tell my teachers but I was terrified he would kill us and destroy mums things so I didn’t know what to do for ages.
That was the worst year of our lives. He would sometimes come back from the bar and we would hide from him but he would find us and drag me or my sister up to his room and lock the door. I won’t go into the details of exactly what he did but I always remember feeling the worst when he picked my sister. Sometimes he would let me hold her hand but when I had to listen to her being raped by him I would cry and scream sometimes.
We didn’t have phones so we couldn’t ever make calls but one night I screamed that I would tell the police and he hit my sister under her arm really bad and burnt some photos of my mum. It was so horrible and I felt like I couldn’t do anything.
Me and my sister lost a lot of weight and school started asking if we were ok but we always said we were fine. I hated how they never checked us properly but I was so scared he’d kill one of us that I never did anything. It got even worse when started to bring guys back from the bar with him.
He brought 2 guys to the house when I had just turned 14. They were all drunk and my “dad” literally asked them which of us they wanted. He told them not to hit us or leave any marks and then they raped us both in our mums bed. My “dad” didn’t even watch or stay. He just left these guys to rape us. It was disgusting, the one that picked my sister was really old and my sister just screamed the entire time.
It’s really hard to speak about but this happened 3 more times before it ended. Our neighbours called the police because “dad” had been really loud coming home from the bar once and the police found me and my sister and arrested him. I don’t reeally remember much of what happened because I had to block it out but he didn’t get the chance to hurt us and the police took us away that night. They arrested him and me and my sister had to tell them everything that happened.
He killed himself in prison before his trial and me and my sister went into an orphanage.
I’m 19 now and I still struggle through all this everyday and I can’t take it sometimes. I have terrible dreams and anxiety. My sister is the same. I can’t speak to any of my friends about it because it would be too much so I just needed to tell our story here. We had therapy when we were younger but it just didn’t work and I’m wondering if anyone has advice about this sort of thing?
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2023.05.30 09:40 Smooth-Insurance-769 help i cant think of this movie (maybe i dreamt it??)

ok so i just like randomly thought of this again and there’s like such a big possibility i dreamt it bc i have very weird and very vivid dreams so disregard if you think i’m absolutely crazy. ok the only scene i can think of (VAGUELY) is that they’re all in a kitchen and there’s like detectives and then they find someone dead but then he’s not dead bc they were trying to like sus out who the killer was by like faking someone’s death?? and there’s something with like maybe an octopus but that could def be a random thing from my brain but it’s like a comedy i’m pretty sure?? but maybe it’s not bc i remember it being bloody but not like gorey but idk i’m so confused and i just wanna know if i’m crazy pls help anybody 😭😭
TLDR: detectives in a kitchen (everything metal btw), fake death, trying to find a killer, it’s at a fancy event of some kind???
ps could this be a simpsons episode bc now i’m kinda thinking it might be but i’m sure they were real people lol
edit: sorry if this is a spoiler for anyone if we figure out the movie but i’m not sure if it is.
edit for more details i’m slowly remembering: there’s a german chef? like he’s specifically german and they like talk about it. also to add on to earlier there’s like a big banquet/party thing going on in a different room and then they go to the kitchen because they think the german chef is the killer?? guys idk 😭😭
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2023.05.30 09:32 SentientHashbrown Compensation claim for a failed kitchen installation

TL;DR we singed and paid for a kitchen remodelling and installation through a well known kitchen works company and the contractor they assigned for us tried to come up with extra unnessary work for himself at a high price and essentially told we either pay him ontop of the amount we had already paid the company for the installation or he wont fit our kitchen, leaving us without a functional kitchen and our house covered in the kitchen materials that were a serious safety risk for over a month, this happened last year and we've just now managed to get to the compenstion part of it, the contractor only told us of these extra works on the day he was supposed to come a fit the kitchen and we basically had to scramble to find an available contractor at the time and got the kitchen finally fitted in late october.

last year my mother signed a contract to re-model her kitchen, with the price being almost £11000, £3750 of that amount was for the installation of the kitchen as my mother opted for the company to handle that instead of us finding a private contractor, we thought it would be the better option in terms of guraantee and also be hassle free since it would be done through the company.
the company contractor came for a pre-check visit before the materials were deleiverd and said some electrical and plumbing rework needed to be done and that he would do it but we would need to pay him an extra £2500 outside of the agreed installation price. my parents instead opted to get this work done through another contractor for a fraction of this price. after this the kitchen materials and we were told that the installation would begin within a week of delievery (mind you at this point the whole ground floor of our house was filled with large heavy boxes and there were so many that we found it extremely difficult to simply move around pur own house, we figured it would only be like this for a week).
on the day of installment the company contractor came and essentially told my mother that he wouldn't fit our kitchen. he stated that the water pipes needed to be removed completely and refittedd inside the walls as well as some other work. he essentially said that he would not be fitting our kitchen unless we gave him the contract for the additional stuff and that if we wanted to change contractors or get a second opinion through the company then we would have to wait an extra 6-8 weeks. the extra work he mentioned was compltely comesemtic, he never mentioned any of this at the pre-check and we even a private contractor to assess if those changes were necessary to fit the kitchen and was told they weren'tneeded atall, at this point we were living with a non functioning kitchen and our house filled with pakcages that were a saftey hazard. he at one point even stated that he doesnt get paid enough by the company so he should be paid independantly for the extra work and he left saying we should call him when we decide to pay him for the additional work which would be another £3000.
the company wasn't helpful at all during all of this and basically said we had three options:
1) pay the guy for the unessary work and have our kitchen fitted
2) ask for a diffrent company contractor and wait 6-8 weeks to restart the whole process
3) find a private contractor to the fit kitchen in which case we forfit the installation granatee
at this point we had gone a full month from the agreed date of installation with no kitchen remodel in sight so we contact a private installer and had them do the work. when we contact the company about this issue the refunding for the installation amount we had already paid took months and now we're finally free to apply for a compensation, i was wondering what amoount i could generally expect for this type of case, when we contact the company for some sort of guidance we were simply told to come up with a compenation amount and the company will decide if they want to pay that amount.
We don't really know what a resonable amount would be for the amount of stress this whole issue caused, we had to go over a full month without a kitchen,plus being barely able to move around of our house and the stress and fights it caused in my parents marriage due to the extra financial baggage and on my mother's mental health as she was the one dealing with all the company paperwork for the refund for the installation amount and finding a diffrent contractor and having to pay them out of pocket to fit the kitchen. Any advice would be greatly appreciated.
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2023.05.30 08:40 Unable_Work_4690 con artist roommates, seeking advice

first reddit post so sorry if too long
so i (24f) have had three/four roommates this past yr (all 30+ males). Never really had an issue with my mates til this current lease.
One guy, roomie A, began using my name to get welfare checks and claims my info is not in the system though the checks have still been coming under my name. I initially gave him benefit of the doubt but then when i asked to just verify any information just in case this somehow comes back on me, he lied even though i saw the letters minutes before (i hadn’t reviewed it properly as i saw my name and opened then started to see some of his info so i thought i made a mistake) additionally, he racked up over $10k of back rent and left three months before lease ends (next month btw). Though I’m good on my end, Management says all roomies are responsible solely and collectively and expects the balance to be paid before a possible renewal but the mate is not responsive now. He claimed to another mate that he left the state but after some digging i found his new address to be but a few blocks away. I also found that he have been sneaking back into the building via our neighbor to get access to the mail that contains my name before i can see it (i see it on informed delivery anyway). Is there anything i can do so cut off this mail and get him to pay the back rent?
other roommate, roomie B, moved in at the start of this lease via A. Seemed okay at first then started demanding alot like we are his tenants and blaming his behavior on mental illnesses he doesn’t have (roomie A also tried this tactic when he didn’t disclose he had Covid during the pandemic like wth) I called him out so now he acts dismissive with me. He left his last place w some legal issues there and purposely moved to the basement room (after roomie A left) to avoid paying rent, etc since it’s “illegal”. He complained to management about everything under the sun and even called the housing department a few times. (I understand it is illegal but you knew and did the on purpose bc that’s what A is using as excuse thought he was there for 4 years) The issue is he never follows through with them then calls back to (i think) stall. He is unemployed and barely pays rent too. He then moved in his ex, roomie C, into the room he was first in.
Now roomie C moved in after A left. Fine at first, was giving him time to settle (didn’t suspect too much foul play atp). Suddenly more stuff is being moved in and filling the whole kitchen and hallway (literally the only common spaces beyond the bathroom). Sucked because roomie A was a hoarder and took literally everything then we’re back to the same mess. Seems to be semi employed (now) but wasnt even paying rent (i feel B told him not to to “hide” from management as he isn’t on the current lease but management says he has to)
Roomie D is the only other responsible roomie like myself so we called for a meeting to confront everything after an email from management discussing complaints and rent. They essentially would evict us for the unit back than deal with all of this and i completely understand tbh. Roomie B decided not to join but miraculously “wakes up” after we disbursed.
Roomie D and i are trying to leave by next month but it wasnt in my plans for another year. These roomies are using us as their meal ticket to pay majority rent while taking up the whole apartment and being unemployed. I began wfh so i peep so much bull, even catching them eavesdropping on me (tiptoeing by my door and mentioning things or giving explanations to things I’ve only ever said in my own space, i never talk to them about things not pertaining to the household) though v uncomfortable, i do not fear for my psychical safety but i do fear the legal repercussions i may face for the back rent situation and the Mail issue. Any advice on what i can/should do? Can i just get them evicted before the next lease in case i am not able to leave in time?
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2023.05.30 08:38 MexicanBoyStudiosYT I asked ChatGPT to make a Delta Squad Sitcom and it’s just too good

Title: "The Delta Squad Chronicles"
Episode 1: "Roommate Mayhem"
[Opening theme music plays]
Scene 1: Living Room
[The living room is messy, with blasters, armor pieces, and training equipment scattered around. Boss, Fixer, Sev, and Scorch, the members of Delta Squad, are lounging on the couch, watching a holo-game.]
Boss: Alright, boys, time for some well-deserved relaxation. Who's ready to dominate the holo-battlefield?
Fixer: Boss, if you could focus on clearing out your socks from the couch, that'd be great.
Sev: And maybe you could find a new hiding spot for your ration packs, Scorch. They're blocking the holoprojector.
Scorch: Come on, guys! Living with a little chaos keeps things exciting.
Scene 2: Kitchen
[The Delta Squad gathers in the kitchen, attempting to cook dinner.]
Boss: Okay, Scorch, what's the plan for tonight's meal?
Scorch: How about "Mystery Mando Stew"? We throw in everything we find in the fridge and hope for the best.
Fixer: I'd rather not risk another incident like last time when we accidentally set off the smoke alarms.
Sev: Agreed. Let's stick to something simple, like "Clone Trooper Tacos."
Boss: Fine, but someone else has to be in charge of the hot sauce this time. Scorch made it spicy enough to melt our helmets last week.
Scene 3: Bathroom
[The bathroom is a mess, with blaster marks on the wall and various grooming supplies scattered around. Boss and Fixer are trying to get ready for the day.]
Fixer: Boss, you really need to work on your aim during target practice. The bathroom walls aren't targets.
Boss: Sorry, Fixer. I was just trying out some new moves I learned from General Grievous.
Fixer: Well, try to keep your Jedi lightsaber techniques outside the bathroom, alright?
Scene 4: Training Room
[The Delta Squad gathers for a training session, wearing their armor.]
Sev: Alright, boys, let's see who can finish the obstacle course fastest!
Scorch: I bet I can beat all of you, blindfolded!
Fixer: Blindfolded? That's just asking for trouble.
Boss: Fine, Scorch, you're on! But don't blame us if you trip over your own feet.
Scene 5: Living Room
[The Delta Squad is gathered around the holoprojector, watching a hilarious holo-comedy show.]
Sev: This show is great! I can't believe those droids fell for that old "banana peel slip" trick.
Fixer: Reminds me of the time you slipped on a grease puddle during a stealth mission, Sev.
Sev: Hey, I may have slipped, but I recovered like a true commando!
Boss: Let's just be grateful we have these moments of laughter amidst the chaos of being roommates.
[The Delta Squad shares a laugh together]
[Closing theme music plays]
[End of episode]
Note: "The Delta Squad Chronicles" is a comedic sitcom that follows the hilarious and chaotic lives of the Delta Squad members as they navigate the challenges of living together. From messy living rooms to culinary disasters, their antics provide plenty of laughs and bonding moments. Through it all, their camaraderie and shared experiences as clone commandos shine through.
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2023.05.30 08:07 Interesting-Car-2631 Quandale Dingle here

What's up guys, it's Quandale Dingle here. (REHEHEHEHEHHHE) I have been arrested for multiple crimes. (AUAUUAUGHHHHH) Including: Battery on a police officer, (WHAT) grand theft, declaring war on Italy, and public indecency. (REHEHEHEHHEHEHE) I will be escaping prison on March 28th. After that, I will take over the world-
(AUUUUUUUUUUGHHHHH) Greetings! Quandale Dingle here! (BLOOOOAAAAAGHHHHHH) My cousin Henry Bartholomew Dinglenut (REHEHEHEHEHHE) got arrested for putting a TNT in a Daycare Center. (WHAT THE FU-) (BOOOOOOOOM) I put a camera in Joe Biden's bathroom and watched him take a poop. (WHAT!?) My asian brother Quanlingling Dingle put illegal substances in my ramen and I died. (AUAUGH)
Hey fellas! It's Quandale Dingle here. (OOOOOOOOGHHHH) I put percs in Vladmir Putin's drink, and he went to bed for a really long time. (EHEHEHEHEHEHE) I trapped my autistic son's hand in an airfryer. (HEY!) I dumped boiling water on a prison guard's head. (OWWWWWWWWW) My goofy ahh friend Jamarius Quangledangle (ARARARARAR) tried to eat my butt during ramen h-
(ROOOOAHHHHH) My goofy ahh uncle is holding me captive. (WHAT!?) And forcing me to watch Crispy Concords videos. (NO!!!) My buddy, Quindalius Barnacle-Jones Jr, got smacked in the head with a rhinocerous horn because he was listening to No Maidens. (SLAP) (STOOOOOPPPP!!!!) My grandpa punched me in the head at 90 miles per hour, (EHEHEHEHEHE) (POW) and I was paralyzed from the waist up. (REHEHEHEHE)
(AAAAAH!) Hey! Quandale Dingle here. (AUUUUGHHHH!!!) I just escaped prison. (OOOOOGH) I am staying at my friend Juandale Pringle's house. (EKEKEKEKE) As I was running away from cops, (WHAT!?) I fell and scraped some of my foreskin off. (SKRRRRRCH) (EHEHEHEHHEE) A guy named Garfield Jenson bent me over in the shower while I was in prison. (WHAT YOU DOING!?!?!?!?!?) My baby momma Shiniqua Inderson told me to pay child support so I gave my baby to a creepy old guy. (HEHEHEHE, OH YEAH.)
(ROROROROGHH) 'Ello, Quandale Dingle here. (EHEHEHEHEHHE) I was caught running thy oppositions pockets in the streets of London. (HOLY SHIT) My grandfather, Henry Arthur Ezikenuts, (BLIMEY!) was apprehended in a matter of minutes after trying to rob a Fish & Chips shop. (I DO NOT!) My aquaintance Henry Bartholomew Dinglenuts was spotted giving his father's lemonade hose twisty whisties. (WHAT IN TARNATIONS??) I forgot to dispose of my feces, and made a big whoopsy in my diapy-whipy. (I BEG ALL OF YOUR PARDONS!!)
(AAAAAAAAAAA) What's up guys, it's Quandilly Billy Hunter Scott Michael Arnold Jacob Lanthrop Kevin Steven Oscar Dingle Sr here. (REHEHEHEHE) I was caught lubin' my sister's cooter up by my step-dad, and he beat me senseless 'till I couldn't sit on my bare ass for a week. (RIGGITY WHAT??) My uncle Salamander Weasel got in a car accident after he stole his newly deceased mother's car. (MAN WHAT THE PICKLE FOR???) I drunk a whole bottle of whiskey and started pickle rubbing with my cousin. (ARARARRARARARA) I choked my chicken so hard, the asian girls on XVIDEOS and I died. (AAAAAAHHHH)
(AUAYAUGH) Hey! Quandale Dingle here again! (REHEHEHEHEH) I have been apprehended in India for carrying out multiple fraudulent Amazon and Microsoft refund support calls. (YOU DID WHAT?!?!) My friend, Juandale Pringle also passed away next week due to heart failure. (OH NO!) (EHEHEHEHE) Anyways, I will be escaping prison again May 2nd with my cell boyfriend, Brownie Rim Jr. (BRBRBRBRBRBRB) And I will be at the nearest McDonald's signing autographs. (ARARRA)
(BRBRBRBRBRBRBRBR) Hey! Quandale Dingle here. (REHEHEHEHEH) My lactose intolerant dog pooped all over my house after drinking all my milk. (WHAT!?) My grandma was locked in an elevator on September 11th. (OH NO!!!!!!!!) I got a rash on my butt after sitting down on an antpile. (RARARARARRARA) My sister is currently in the hospital getting her third leg removed. (OH NO, GRANDMA!!!!!!)
Hey guys, Quandale Dingle here! (BRBRBRBRBRBBR) My mother, Darlene Dingle passed away because I put a Perc 90 Ultra in her Kool-Aid. (AHAHAHHAHA) My brother, Jeffrey Arnold Lancer Andrew Higgleton V got hit by a car going five miles per hour. (OW!!!) My brother, Jonathan Cartwheel Froot-Loop III got arrested for distributing miner's nudes. (YUMMY) My uncle's brother Steve Tarnations peeked in on me while I was in the shower. (WHAT YOU DOING!?!?!?!?!)
Do you suffer from a lack of a father figure? Do you have clinical depression?? Have you ever accidentally broken your mom's favorite coffee cup and when she found out you did it she tied you to a bed and spanked you with a metal spatula? If you said yes to any of these things, I don't care! And to keep it a beam, no one cares! And your absent father should've just put you on a washcloth.
When I was 4 1/2 years old, (REOOOOOARRRG) my riggety roo ahh dad smacked me in the back of the head with a steering wheel. (SLAP) (OW!!!!) (BONK) I pushed my grandpa into oncoming traffic because he changed the channel to Family Feud. (REHE-) (AUUUUUUGHHHHH!!!) I peeked in on my uncle using Finding Dory handsoap to choke his chicken. (WHAT IN TARNATIONS!?!?) I spilled baby oil on the hallway floor and almost broke my neck. (HEHEHE)
(ROOOOOAA) (AAAAAAAAAAA) My crazy ahh uncle watching sis loves me and innapropriate step-mom videos in the bathroom. (WHAT YOU DOING STEPMOM!?!?!?) I put a fork in the electrical outlet and blew my hand off. (SHIVER ME TIMBERS!!) (AUAUAUAUAUAU) My brother, Languini, put liquid laxatives in my grandpa's dentures (REHEHEHEHEH) and he shit his brains out. (FART) (GOODNESS GRACIOUS)
When I was 10 years old, (URRRRRRGHHHHH) my goofy ahh uncle tried to get me to touch his weenie-doodle. (EHEHEHEHHE) My mom caught him and beat him with a pan. (AAHAHHA) I created an explosive bomb and put it in my sister lunchbox and blew her to smithereens. (AAAAHHHH!) (BOOOM!)
(OOOOOOOOOHHHH) I put Viagra in my goofy ahh uncle's drink and he tried to do bad things to me. (ARARARARRAGHHHH) I drowned in the bathtub when I was (15 years old). (AGH) (EHEHEHE) I sold my grandpa's crutches, (OOOOH) and he fell down the stairs and broke his back. (OH GREAT HEAVENS!!) My dad gave me a knuckle sandwhich full force, (OH SHIT) and I was hospitalized. (REHEHEHEHEH)
I farted and a poopie almost slipped out. (AAAAAGHHHH!) My dad tried to hit me with a cast iron pot. (EHEHEHEHEH) I forgot to turn the stove off and burned down the whole house. (AAAAAAAHHHH)
(AUAUUAUAUAUAUGHHH) I put bug spray in my little brother Quavante Singleton's eye. (WHAT!?) I smacked my sister that has Tourette's because she called me a bad word. (SLAP) (OW!!!!) My goofy ahh uncle karate chopped my grandpa's broken knee, (CRACK) and he turned into a pretzel. (HEHEHEHEH)
(OOOOOOHHHHH) My goofy ahh auntie stabbed my grandpa with Longhorn Steakhouse knife. (AUUUUGHHHH!!!) My sister caught me playing with my wiggly worm, (BUBUBUBUBU) so I threw a Kim Kardashian buttcheek at her. (HEHEHHEHE) (OHHH!!!) I force-fed a whole bottle of melatonin to my father, and he forgot to wake up. (SLAP) (WAKE UP!!!!) My doctor diagnosed me with type 7 genital herpes, and I got bumps all over my testicles. (REHE-)
Hi! My name is Carl Winstead, (BUBUBU) Carmen Winstead's brother. (WHAT THE FU-) I pooped all over my balls and my mom beat me. (OW!!!) I crashed my uncle's Nissan Ultima into a child hospital building, (BOOM!!!) and broke my eleventh toe. (WHAT!?!?!) My buddy, Henry Chewbacca Jenkins, (REHEHE) put Perc 30s in his grandpa's inhaler and he died. (AHHAHHAHHHHHHH)
(RAAAAAAAAA) Me and my sister were having tickle time together in our parent's bedroom. (CENSORED) I forgot to cook dinner and my dad went bananas and hit me. (AAHHHHHHHH) I whacked my willy to two men kissing in the bathroom (KISS) (OOH, YUMMY!) When I was a child, my grandpa stomped on my head. (HAHA) (STOOOOP!!!!) I thought it would be funny to put fireworks in my goofy ahh dad's turkey sandwhich. (BOOM!!) (EHEHEHEHHEHE) I injected type 2 diabetes into my grandpa's kneecap, (AH!! FUCK ME!!!) and pushed him down the stairs. (AHHHHHH!!!)
(RAHHHHHH!!!!) Hello! It's your dear old friend Quandale Dingle here! (BORBOR) I just stabbed my son, Belly Boy Dingle with Lady Gaga toenails and he died. (OH SHI-) When I was riding my moped, I fell off and broke my neck on a stop sign pole, and I'm now permanently paralyzed. (OW MY KNEE!!!) I was watching Mr. Beast's OnlyFans video's on my Kindle Fire Tablet, and my mom caught me and threw a GameCube controller at my noggin. (BONK) I took my girlfriend to Epstein Island, and she gave me a butt-naked massage on the kitchen table. (OOH, YUMMY!)
Hey guys, Quandale Dingle here. (WHAT YOU DOING!?!?!?!) I had to flee from Juandale Pringle's house, so unfortunately, he is arrested. (AHHHHHHHH) I had to flee to my buddy Aiden Dookie's crib where I am now hiding out with Juandavius Gooch. (WHAT!?)
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2023.05.30 07:41 Gold_Introduction747 The Mom Mimic

This story takes place in 2007. My sister and future brother in law had just my nephew and moved into a rental home. The home was newer and located in a newer neighborhood. I was asked to babysit my nephew one evening. My sister and brother in law wanted to have their first evening out since baby arrived and I was happy to babysit.
I came over and my sister went over some details and mentioned that she had a load of baby clothes in dryer. She asked if I had the time to take out the clothes and fold them. They left to enjoy their evening and 30 minutes after I hear the dryer sound letting me know it was done drying. I scooped up my nephew and placed him in his crib. I went to the laundry room and took the clothes out and folded them. I placed all the clothes in a basket and placed the basket on the changing table. I took my sleeping nephew out of the crib and placed him inside his bassinet in the living room. I watched tv quietly for awhile until I heard a loud bang come from the nursery (the room we were in earlier). I peeked into the bassinet and my nephew was still sleeping soundly. I quietly made my way over to see what made the noise and opened the door to the nursery. The laundry basket I had placed on the changing table was now on the other side of the room on the floor upside down. The neatly folded baby clothes looked as though they had been tossed around. I quickly just picked up the basket and clothes and brought them back to the living room to re-fold. I was confused by the whole situation but didn’t want to ruin my sister and brother in laws evening and decided just to not mention the incident. Rest of the evening went smoothly.
A few months went by and my sister asked if I could babysit for an evening. I agreed and this time my mom joined my sister and brother in law as they were going to a casino. My nephew had been napping prior to their departure and my sister said he would need to be fed when he woke up. My nephew woke up thirty minutes after they left and I brought him to the kitchen and placed him in a chair as I prepared his bottle. (Before I go into what happen next, my name is Angelina yet everyone calls me Angie. My mother particularly only used my full name when I was in trouble or angry with me. All in all it’s rare to hear my full name being used.) Suddenly, I hear my mom yelling angrily from what seemed like the nursery “Angelina, come here now”. I yelled out “just a second, I’m in the middle of making the babies bottle”. Then again I hear my mom call out “Angelina COME HERE NOW” but now sounding like she was in the master bedroom. Frustrated and confused I yelled back “What is going on? One second…” I picked up my nephew and went into the master bedroom talking on the way to what I assumed was my mom asking “What was going on? Why are you so upset? What happened?” and walked into an empty room. I looked around and my mother was no where in the master bedroom. I looked in the nursery and empty as well. I looked throughout the rest of the home (guest bedroom, bathroom, and garage) and eventually checked the driveway for cars and only seen my car. I came back inside and called my mom. I said “Hey! Did you guys come back and forget something?” and my mom answered a confused “no…why?” to which I responded “I just heard you a bit ago…you sounded upset?” and she responded “I don’t know what you’re talking about…we’ve been on the road for over 30 minutes now.” My stomach immediately sank. Once again, I didn’t want to ruin their evening and just told her it must have been the television (even though it was off the entire time). After I hung up, the doorbell immediately rang. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest and I quickly walked to the door. I immediately almost opened the door without checking thinking that my mom was just pulling a prank and she was going to be at the door. I paused for a moment and decided to look out the peep hole. No one was outside. I opened the door to peek out to see if there was any cars in the driveway and still seeing my car. I instantly got this overwhelming sense of dread. No one was visibly outside and from where that house was located you could clearly see the street in both directions.
I never mentioned any of these incidents to my sister until she moved out of this rental home. As I was helping her move, I noticed that she had moved my nephews crib into the master bedroom. I asked her why she had moved the crib into her room (more to see if my nephew had any sleep issues). What she told me was completely unexpected. She said around Halloween, she had bought a black light and had plugged it in the nursery room. The room instantly lit up with what she described as a huge concentrated stain in the middle of the room with hand prints going up the walls. She immediately just felt very uncomfortable and moved the crib into her bedroom that night.
I told her what had happened the first time I watched my nephew and she opened up that strange things were happening in the house and was the main reason she was moving. She was experiencing lights flickering in the home, the doorbell ringing and no one was at the front door, and hearing voices. She said the landlord offered to lower the rent if they signed a year lease. She said the landlord told her that he was having issues keeping tenants in the rental and that she was the only tenant who stayed the longest. She refused the offer and moved.
I always wondered if anything happened in that home and wish I did investigate the home further. I absolutely hate that whatever was in that home mimicked my mother’s voice.
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2023.05.30 07:35 Numerous-Bed5031 My Worst Acid Trip

Strap in because I'm about to share my most horrifying trip experience to date, actually most horrifying experience period. Now, I've had my fair share of bad trips, but this one took the cake and shattered my perception of reality. Here's how it all went down:
So, I had this brilliant idea of dropping acid with a friend. Knowing that I've had some rough experiences in the past, I decided to take a relatively low dose of 1.5 tabs, mainly to supervise my newbie friend. Little did I know that this trip would turn into an absolute nightmare.
At first, everything seemed to be going smoothly. The visuals were fading as we reached the end of the trip. But then, I made a fatal mistake—I decided to smoke some weed. Within a mere five minutes, the weed hit me like a freight train, catapulting the visuals into a mind-bending frenzy.
The intensity of the visuals was beyond anything I had ever experienced before. It was as if my entire field of vision had been hijacked by some incomprehensible cosmic force. I couldn't even see the room anymore; I was lost in a psychedelic abyss.
Describing what I saw is impossible; it was so unfathomable that I questioned whether I was still on LSD or had accidentally ventured into a Salvia-induced nightmare. The feeling of losing touch with reality was overwhelming—it felt like being trapped in an unknown, terrifying realm. The closest sensation I can compare it to is the imminent dread of death itself.
In moments of fleeting clarity, I would catch glimpses of my room, but these fragments were quickly devoured by the voracious visuals. Time became a twisted construct as I found myself trapped in endless loops, unable to escape the mind-bending chaos unfolding before me.
But let me tell you, words can't fully convey the sheer horror I experienced. The mind is incapable of comprehending the depths of this trip unless you're living it in real-time. Strangely enough, I later recalled a previous bad trip that I had completely forgotten, realizing that this unfathomable sensation was eerily familiar.
After mustering some semblance of control, I managed to make my way to the kitchen for a glass of water. When I returned to the room, I spiraled into a full-blown psychotic episode, desperately begging my friend to "turn it all off." It was as if I had become a broken record, repeating the same plea over and over again.
All of a sudden I froze, unable to speak or move. (In my perspective the visuals took over again) My friend's attempts to communicate with me were unsuccessful; he later said it was as if I was trying to communicate but I was trapped in my body.
He tapped me on the shoulder and out of nowhere, I had what looked like a seizure then blacked out and hit my head. The memories surrounding this moment are hazy at best. I vividly recall teleporting into reality, staring at my friend's face, and hearing a jarring bang before everything went blank.
For the following hours, all I could focus on was my breathing, desperate to prevent the visuals from consuming me once again. I shook uncontrollably, my entire being engulfed in fear. Even after a week had passed, I still couldn't shake off the trauma. The visuals persisted (not cause LSD was still in my system but I guess my brain still scared and just seeing things in the dark and what not), a constant reminder that I had traversed the depths of a bad trip.
For a few daysafter a fear haunted me: what if I was still trapped in the clutches of that horrific experience? What if I was doomed to find myself sitting on my bed, minutes after the ordeal had begun, forever locked in a twisted time loop?
And, if that wasn't enough, even three weeks later, every time I smoked weed I got visuals, making me paranoid and scared.
Im writing this at work, just recalling the incident I feel sick and am slightly shaking, or that could be the fact I've only had a red bull and KitKat today.
TL;DR: Had such a bad acid trip that I had a seizure and blacked out, took weeks to recover, this bad trip put my other bad trips to shame (which I considered the most frightening thing ever st the time)
I'll reply to any questions you guys have
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