2021.09.21 15:26 Sevru70 Glitching lawnmover
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2021.09.21 15:26 Plastic_Noodle Tue Sep 21 Daily Discussion
Dawn of a new day! We're close to that one dollar mark I can feel it! But in the meantime, we did push for the (semi) quarterly call again just to get it done. I know the team is feeling anxious just to get it done since we did promise this would happen weeks ago. Other than that if there's any suggestions to the sub let us know. This investing thing can be pretty slow rolling....
¿SeOcNov? - carrier pigeon with the company
Oct 01 - EOQ/ new J code active
Nov 09 - earnings report expected (pre-market)
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2021.09.21 15:26 PoundInternational66 FREE Febreze Odor-Eliminating PLUG Air Freshener Warmer at Walgreens | Clip the eCoupon
2021.09.21 15:26 Lamprey720 [Media] Rem playing violin.
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2021.09.21 15:26 tomsikenjerry Röportajda ki solda olan piç kurusu 2 türk askerini canlı canlı yakarak öldüren ışid adlı terör örgütünü övüyor
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2021.09.21 15:26 ilikespookystories Recommend a budget GPU please
So my gpu died recently (gtx 1650). Sadly, it cannot be repaired. It was just 2 years old. I am not very techie and don't know much about the current gpu situation, all i know is that they're really expensive now.
I am hoping to find a gpu replacement with the same or slightly better performance around 20k? (i got this one for around 9k, 2 years ago). This is the specs of my pc, nothing has been replaced: https://ibb.co/MBWD36g
Thank you in advance!
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2021.09.21 15:26 EmotionalEconomy1918 Artık reddite bakan yok aga be AGA BE AGaBEEEEEEEE
2021.09.21 15:26 meteoritee What I Rent: Georgia, £1,000 a month for a flat in Addlestone, Surrey
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2021.09.21 15:26 FrontpageWatch2020 [#865|+464|64] Jarl tier list [r/skyrim]
2021.09.21 15:26 adel_b Just posted a photo https://t.co/Unjo221Ph0
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2021.09.21 15:26 Comfortable_Bed_4877 Kranker server
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2021.09.21 15:26 ProfessionalAd4877 My friend backed out of completing a reference and accused my partner of being abusive - I have no idea how to respond. Please help.
I have known this friend for four years and previously have worked with them very closely. Up until a month ago, we worked in the same company, but in different departments. I had always viewed them as a good friend, and we have always had an certain level of honestly between us - we could call out each other if there was an issue.
I asked this friend to be my character reference as I had handed my notice in and was on the way to a new job over a month ago. They agreed and last week confirmed they had received it and would fill this in. The morning before I was due to start the new role, I received a very long message saying, in summary, that morally they could not provide me with a reference. This was because I was not honest, reliable or conscientious as I take longer replying to texts (a couple of days to respond as opposed to 30 mins previously), and he believed I am being silenced by my partner. This friend also noted that I haven't asked after them over the covid period without them messaging first. The contents of his message left like he was hurt and lashing out. I showed the message to my (very honest) parents who were horrified that a friend could say such nasty things and I then spent the rest of the day intermittently crying/panicking that I would have my job offer revoked.
Admittedly, over the Covid period, I have not been as responsive as I previously had been. But this is not because my partner is silencing me (as had been suggested). My partner is definitely not abusive, and is the sweetest person I have ever met. I have previously been in an abusive relationship, so that part of his message hurt me a lot.
Over this joyous lockdown period, I had been working from home and was allocated a new supervisor. This supervisor over the last year was difficult to work with to say the least. They ignored my calls, whenever I asked for help and abandoned their duties to assist me. This all came to a head when I had my appraisal once we had returned to in office working, where this supervisor made comments suggesting I was unable to do my job because of my disability and that I should think about changing careers. My team head sat there and did nothing. It was dire. I had a separate meeting with my team head after and expressed my concerns. No changes were made, as my team leader would be off for a week and would deal with it upon their return. During that week, there were daily occurrences of this supervisor singling me out, telling individuals I was unable to take criticism and announcing to the whole office he would no longer supervise me whilst I was on a call. When my team head returned, I updated him and asked to be moved. This happened and I was told that this supervisor had been told off by senior management. I am aware that the supervisor in question has said some other choice words about me since this time and twisted the narrative about what happened in this meeting.
After I handed my notice in, I happened to bump into my office head who I had previously had a very positive working relationship with who asked why I was leaving. It transpired that not only did no one from senior management had any idea what happened, the supervisor had not been disciplined and it was essentially buried by my team head. I was heartbroken, and agreed with my office head that I could leave asap. I have now fortunately left that company. There is apparently an internal investigation going on and a meeting with this supervisor and senior management is due to take place.
This whole thing was frankly traumatising and left me struggling to reply to any messages in fear comments about my disability would made. Replying to social messages would now take days for me to build up the courage to send, and I would re read my drafts continually to make sure no mistakes were in them. Since leaving, this has got a little better, but not much. A big shout-out to the Grammarly app for helping me gain a little confidence. (Sorry for any typos or mistakes in this post )
I had not told my friend what was happening, as they are working for the same company, have dealings with this person and I had been advised not to under legal advise. So they are not aware of anything that has happened and I can see why they would be mad. My plan was to tell them after the HR stuff had been resolved and I had been able to get out of the company. Obviously this hasn't happened yet. My intention wasn't to hurt my friend but I must have.
I do not know how to or whether to respond at all. Should I just tell them about what happened or would that just seem like I was giving excuses? Any help would be greatly appreciated.
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2021.09.21 15:26 Sensitive_Ad3914 This is wholesome 🥰
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2021.09.21 15:26 SponTen Possible to farm early Influenced maps?
I've looked everywhere for this, but can't seem to find an answer (though it's possible I just skipped over it).
I'm playing SSF and am struggling with red maps with ~13 Watchstones, so was hoping to just spawn a Conqueror or two and run Influenced maps in their region/s without ever killing the Conqueror. Is this possible, and are there any downsides other than just not progressing with Watchstones? I'm figuring if I can farm up some Influenced items, I may be able to craft what I need to progress.
For anyone curious, here's my PoB. I know, it's probably not the best build, but I enjoy creating my own builds and just adjusting them as I go. Some of my gems are low because I did the GCP quality recipe on them. Still, happy to take any suggestions if you have them, but still I'd love to know if anyone's farmed lower tier Influenced map regions before.
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2021.09.21 15:26 Jaidata Baxton Studio Fabric Upholstered Daybed - $264.61
2021.09.21 15:26 FrontpageWatch2020 [#938|+1381|108] Any K/D below 2.0 doesn't matter. Any K/D above 2.0 doesn't matter. K/D doesn't matter in this game, freemode is not competitive. [r/gtaonline]
2021.09.21 15:26 FrontpageWatch2020 [#77|+9189|189] Nigerundayoooo... [r/memes]
2021.09.21 15:26 Iamthebestchoice My FA ex said he tried to communicate, but I didn’t notice that at all. How can I know he was trying to or just he think he was trying. Cuz I’m so confused if it’s my fault that failed to listen and understand him.
2021.09.21 15:26 casey383 Saw other posting their Toyhax upgrades. It really makes a difference!
2021.09.21 15:26 Agile_Equal_4347 Not able to get some sinnoh pokemon
I m in sinnoh region and i know how to get mamoswine, yanmega, leafeon ,glaceon and probopass but i m not able to find pillowswine,yanma,evee and nosepass in my hatchery list. is this a bug or there is something special in the shops of the region, pls tell me asap.
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2021.09.21 15:26 StudentForAllMyLife Auto Delegation and delegation rewards
I was wondering if I send new GRT to my wallet does it auto delegate the new ones with the same indexer of the old ones?
Also i wanted to know how much are you getting as staking rewards? 10%?
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2021.09.21 15:26 FunResponsibility66 How long can you keep Flower fresh?
I'm a new user and there are a few really good sales right now on Flower. The one is a 7g container of the strain I want to try. But I am not a heavy user and that 7g will probably last a long time. How long does it stay fresh for if it is stored in the container?
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2021.09.21 15:26 NumbersForDummies My Experience With A Demon - Horror At Silvertree Hights
It happened when I was 24. Thinking back, this night still sticks with me. I’m 27 now, and it still feels like it happened yesterday.
As a young South African male, I’ve been through my share of shitty experiences. One night on Long Street, I was pulled into an alley by two large Nigerian gentlemen who attempted to pin me down and mug me. I escaped with a finger wound to my cornea, but I got away.
Another time, my friend and I were in an attempted highjacking, where four guys tried to pull us out of my car. They smashed my windows, broke my nose and then stole my car keys. Lucky for us, we managed to fend them off by constantly re-locking the car from the inside and holding our doors shut for dear life until people living nearby raised threatened to call the police and chased them away.
I preface my story in this way to show you that I know what real-life danger feels like. It may be easy to write these off as ghost stories, but what I went through at Silvertree Heights was every bit as real.
I was living with my parents in Somerset West. It was a double-story house in a gated complex, hanging on the mountainside, overlooking the ocean. We lived there for a while, but my folks moved a year after this incident.
For context, the house was kind off sunken into the mountainside, so the top floor was on ground level coming in the front door and the bottom floor led out into the back garden.
Coming in from the entrance, looking left you had the kitchen, looking right you had the living room, which was bordered by a flight of stairs leading down to the bottom floor, where there was another lounge. Left from there, you had a hallway, which led to a bathroom, my father’s study, a small kitchen, my younger brother Carl's room and an empty wine room that was being used as a storage area. My room was to the right, on the other side of the lounge.
It all started a few months after we moved in. I was generally up late, playing games online with my friends. I started hearing the creaks and footsteps, usually around midnight, and I got the sense of movement on the stairs. In the beginning, I would often check to see if if it was Carl heading up for midnight snacks, but I would always find the lounge and stairs to be empty. I chalked it up to my imagination at the time, but there were nights where I would hear it clearly through my open bedroom door without my headphones on.
This continued for quite some time, but none of us ever felt uncomfortable. The bottom floor was generally inhabited by friends who would sleepover in the lounge. They did hear the sounds, but none of them were ever bothered by it.
One night I heard the sound of stacking plates coming from the upstairs kitchen. The sound continued until I reached the top of the stairs, where it would suddenly stop. I found the kitchen empty of all signs of human life. Eve, my parents’ live-in domestic worker had been occupied elsewhere in the house and only the two of us were home. Eve says I must have been imagining it, but I swear to God the exact same thing happened with the sound of our electric garage door opening and closing.
Things never really escalated beyond that point, until my brother and our mutual friend Mike decided to name the fucking thing. They had been hearing all the sounds as well. So often and so clearly, in fact, that they started referring to it all as “Gert”. Everything gradually started going South from there.
Mike and I were chilling in the downstairs lounge on one quiet Winter’s evening. We were watching TV at around 1 AM when the front door suddenly flew open on its own. It nearly made us jump out of our skin. We ran upstairs to find the door wide open, despite there being virtually no wind to speak of. I’m also pretty sure that I had locked the door around 8 pm that night. We closed and locked the door, feeling rather freaked out by the experience, and we headed back downstairs to go pass out by the TV.
A few weeks later, my friend Bertus and his band were doing a show out on a sports field in the area, so I went to take some photos of the gig. After the show, Bertus and I went back to Silvertree Heights to join my brother Carl for a spot of marijuana. We had made a few toasts with the band at the venue, so Bertus decided to crash in the lounge, on the couch, like he was used to. He had also heard the sounds before, but after a few joints, it didn’t freak him out too much. At around 1 AM, I called it quits, chucked Bertus a blanket and retired to my bedroom.
A short while later, there was a knock at my door. Bertus had brought in the couch pillows and was asking to make a bed on the floor in my room. He said he felt uneasy in the lounge, but I was half passed out, so I didn’t give it much thought.
On the morning after the show, Bertus and I looked through some photos from the night and picked a few for me to edit. Bertus left and I spent the rest of the day editing photos and just lounging around the house, slightly hung-over. I went to bed around 7 PM, after making sure all the doors and windows were locked and all of the alarms were armed and ready. I was alone for the night and, with all the recent stories of armed robberies, I didn’t want to take any chances.
I was chilling in bed, watching YouTube videos. Around 8 PM, I heard the noises on the stairs again. At this point, it didn’t phase me anymore, so I just went back to watching YouTube videos until around 9 PM. That’s when I started to get the feeling of being watched.
I put it out of my mind for a while, but around 11 PM, the feeling just starts to intensify. I climbed out of bed, locked my door and checked that all my windows were completely shut and covered. I got back into bed, still feeling uneasy and observed, so I sit upright and focus my attention on the YouTube video in front of me.
At about 12 PM, I felt the exhaustion from the day kick in, so I lay back down again. The feeling of being watched just kept intensifying. I felt this dread start to come over me like something was trying to get to me, like it definitely meant to do me harm. My room started heating up to the point where I was sweating, so I turned on the air conditioning at full blast on its coldest setting. As I Iay there, the feeling just kept getting worse. Around 3 PM, I was so tired I could barely keep my eyes open. I closed my eyes, turned over and decided that I’d try to get some sleep. My PC was still playing in the background.
A few minutes in, still overcome by the dreadful feeling, I was startled by the sudden sensation of something sharp scratching lines down my back. I lay still in terror while I feel the unseen force make 9 individual scratches on my body.
I kept my eyes shut tightly as I tried not to freak the fuck out. I kept telling myself it was all in my head. I was just tired, probably hallucinating from sleep deprivation.
About 30 seconds later, the marks on my back began to burn like hellfire. I leapt out of bed, freaking well the fuck out, turning on every single light in my room before running into my ensuite bathroom. When I examined my back in the mirror, I was horrified to find 9 scratch marks where I’d felt them burn before. 9 razor-thin red lines, raised from swelling, 7 cm long in parallel groups of 3. They looked like claw marks.
I went back to bed with every light still burning and I tried to focus on my screen. I was wide awake now, fearing that whatever did this would try to do something worse. I sat upright, literally praying to God to make it go away, and I’ve considered myself an atheist since I was sixteen. I heard the name Beelzebub ringing in my head. I was so scared, I felt completely frozen. Around 5 am, I eventually passed out from exhaustion.
I woke up at noon and went to re-check my back in the mirror. I thought I might have dreamt it, but all the marks were still there. I immediately called Bertus to tell him about what happened (I even sent him a picture of the marks on my back) and I left the house and headed a few kilometres down the R44 to where Bertus stayed in Stellenbosch. Once there, I showed him the marks and told him all the details of my living nightmare.
Bertus told me that he’d heard the sounds and felt strange presences around the house before, especially on the stairs and down the hallway to my brother’s room. He said he felt a sense of dread coming from the storage room and that it had been moving around the lounge on that night after the gig at the Rugby club. Bertus couldn’t house me for the night, so I went home, dreading the thought of spending the night alone in that house.
Bertus had given me a bundle of sage and some King David’s Root that he got from one of the Rastafarian Cape Mountain People. I hot-boxed my room with it and melted some frankincense for good measure. I made a salt barrier on the threshold of my bedroom door and prayed to God out of sheer fear. I was terrified of being in the same place as whatever “Gert” was.
When I finally went to bed for the night, I felt no tension in the room. Everything was calm and normal, until about 10 PM. That’s when I started hearing the footsteps on the stairs again. This time, I could hear a second, much heavier pair of footsteps along with them. I could hear them coming all the way down the stairs, where they stopped at the bottom.
My heart sank. I knew for a fact everything was properly locked and alarmed. I even checked in every room.
That’s when I heard the footsteps leave the stairs for the first time ever. I could hear them coming closer from the far side of the lounge. They were moving in my direction. I started praying as I listened to the footsteps drawing closer. As the last footsteps came to a halt outside my door, I could feel intense heat emanating from behind it. I was caught in a feeling of pure terror.
There was a thud against the door. I couldn’t stand it. I started praying one last time out of absolute desperation. My heart was beating in my throat.
I waited in suspense.
After ten minutes, I could feel the intensity begin to fade from behind my bedroom door. I let myself calm down. Maybe all the praying and the cleansing worked? I wasn’t staying one more night to find out.
On that next morning, I called my parents to report what I’d experienced. They could hear I was distraught and so they did their best to calm me down. Afterwards, I locked the house and fucking booked it down to where Bertus lived. This time I stayed over and recalled all of the second night’s events.
When my parents came back home, they cracked some jokes about my weekend, but my reaction made it clear that I was in no mood to laugh along. I went through this terrifying ordeal.
To this day, I still believe that “Gert” was playing with me. The attention and acknowledgement had made it stronger and I’m convinced that it `was preying on my fear.
I moved out quite soon after that, and I am glad to say it hasn’t happened since, but now, whenever I get that feeling that I’m being watched, even in the slightest, my mind runs back to that memory and puts me right back in that moment. I wish I still had the photographs to show you the marks it made unfortunately they weren't backed up to my cloud when I lost my previous cellphone.
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2021.09.21 15:26 Benpaoman More 2.5mil vehicles to jailbreak?
2021.09.21 15:26 magosky2810 H: q2550 hm W: camo backpack