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So long story short I got offered 13.50 an hour to work full time at chick fil a. I declined I told them 15 is the best I’ll do. I told them this at the interview. After taxes from the government it’ll be pointless. I just moved to Texas and yes I know it’s cheaper then California we’re I lived before but come on 13.50?! I have previous fast food experience and do I need a job yes but not that badly. Do y’all think I should have accepted?
We had a power failure during a storm and I noticed it's no longer producing, it's showing "18xB5 HW Error". It's a SE7600H unit. I tried turning everything off in sequence and back on, but it still has the same error. It also shows only some of the optimizers (I think?) are being used. Is the inverter likely fried from the power outage? Anything else I can try? I'm not the original owner who had solar installed, and it's been installed about 5-6 years, would it be covered under warranty?
The GrubHub app says all the restaurants on campus are closed but CampusDish says regular hours, what’s up? I just wanted to order a Chick-fil-a sandwich
Credit to u/SpacePaladin15
for his amazing worldbuilding. [First]
Sorry for the delay, I was again busy with a university project. Woe be upon me for I forgot the NOP: in the title.
~~~~ Memory transcription subject: Ryan West, Runner
Date [standardized human time]: November 25th, 2136.
It’s hard to tell if you’re moving in space. If there’s no close point of reference it can feel like you’re motionless. The engines run at quarter capacity to lower our heat signature. Even with our target, the green, barren moon of Turadus, in sight I can’t tell if we’re approaching or slowly drifting away. I sink into my seat and close my eyes, a bit tired.
“Would the Nevok actually attack the ship if they detected it?” I ask Tsanma as she manually pilots the ship.
“No, it’s very unlikely they’d take any direct action, especially against a cargo ship. But the intel the Countess can provide will be more useful if the Imperium is unaware that we possess it.”
“I see.” I say halfheartedly. I open my eyes again and the moon seems to have gotten a bit closer.
The station comes into view, various metal structures and domes poked from the green rock. The surface of the moon was very jagged, like an emerald badland. I make sure I’m out of view of the camera as Tsanma hails the station. The visage of a masked Nevok appears.
“Hello Compact representative, you are clear to land at bay two.” Tsanma dips her head in response and the feed cuts as quickly as it started.
I head to the back of the ship, I’ll be waiting in the bunks until we leave. We’ve done nothing but stare at a slowly approaching moon for nearly half a day. It's been the most exhausting part of the job so far. Memory transcription subject: Reossa, Nevok Imperium Countess
Date [standardized human time]: November 25th, 2136.
“Oh Lady,” Maylak is on the verge of tears, “must you leave? The estate is so safe.” She holds my bag for me as we walk to the landing bay; she’s not been taking it well.
“The plot came directly from the capital Maylak, it’s safe for now, but it’s only a matter of time before the Imperium sends someone here. Then none of you will be safe.” A small entourage of my personal servants has conglomerated in the steel halls as I walk. Most have taken the news with somber acceptance, but Maylak has been my chambermaid since she was a kitten.
I push through the doors to the bay, the small crowd stopping at the doors. Some cry their final goodbye, some just stand in silence. I see the fissan standing at the top of a small landing platform, she must be the captain. I grab my bag from Maylak who whines and holds it for a moment longer than she should have, I walk towards the ship. As I approach, the fissan dips her head in greeting.
“Hello Lady Roessa, I am Tsanma, a representative of the Fissan Compact.” She says with the flat tone of one who’s recited the phrase a thousand times before.
“Hello Tsanma, I hope my background doesn’t invoke any hostility between us.” I’d weighed my options of who to go to for a long time. In the end the Fissans were the closest, and obviously had a great deal to gain from my cooperation.
“Nonsense, the Compact is always open to those willing to do business.” I almost instinctively voice an objection to the statement. No point in wasting breath defending an empire that wants me dead.
“Alright, please, show me where I’ll be-” I’m cut off by a cry from Maylak, she runs towards me, jumping over a guard who tries to stop her.
“Please Lady, I need to come with you,” she grabs onto one of my paws with both of her own. I’m shocked she’d go this far. I look over to Tsanma pleadingly.
“She can come, we have enough room for the both of you.” she says. I sigh, it had taken a lot of mental preparation for what I thought would be the rest of life servantless, what a waste.
“Then I suppose,” I look to Maylak, “you can come.” she signals joy with her tail. She quickly sprints back into the crowd of servants by the door, and comes back holding her own bag.
“My Lady, you won’t regret it.” She says, holding the small bag.
“You seem prepared.” I give, she holds her ears down in shame though her tail still says joy.
“A very touching scene, but please hurry, we have a schedule to meet.” Tsanma says as she walks back into the ship. Maylak and I follow her in. “I’ll go over everything once we’re voidborne, for now please just sit down.” She mans the ship and the engines begin to lightly rumble. The rumbling quickly eases as we leave the artificial gravity of the station. Tsanma activates auto-pilot and the ship begins a very slow ascent from the moon’s green surface.
“I can’t help but notice the lack of personnel. Where is everyone?” I ask.
“We keep our cargo ship crew light. I’m knowledgeable enough in ship maintenance that a dedicated mechanic is unnecessary. Though currently we have an exceptionally low crew.”
“Who else is there?” Maylak asks.
“Besides myself we have a single security contractor on board. I’ll show you around the ship.” Tsanma walks out of the cockpit, pointing to the various rooms of the ship. Only two crewmembers?
I consider as she points to a closed door,
“This is the dorm room you’ll be staying in.” She doesn’t open the door and continues the small tour. After a short time we’re back in the cockpit. “I hope you find the ship acceptable for our short journey.” She sits in the pilot seat and deactivates the auto-pilot.
“I’ll go prepare your quarters my Lady.” Maylak says as she walks out. Half a second later Tsanma turns back to her,
“Wait!” she says, the slight delay of the translators stopped the words from reaching her before she left the cockpit. Tsanma sighs, but just looks forward in her seat.
“What’s the matter? I presume the security guard was in the room but I’m certain Maylak won’t disturb them.”
“That’s not exactly the issue.” she says.
“Well what’s-” I hear a scream come from the back of the ship, my ears shoot up in alert. “Maylak!?” I run out of the cockpit, I hear a loud deep voice yell,
“Fuck, OW!” I almost run into Maylak as she comes sprinting out of the dorms.
“LADY IT- THERE- A- AH-” She speaks erratically, placing a hand on my shoulder. A large body comes from the door, a clawless hand rubs its face as it groans. Maylak scurries behind me. The being is without fur save a long patch that comes from its head to its back, unfamiliar clothes cover most of its body. A single piercing eye peaks through it’s hand.
“Ah, you must be the Countess, and…”, it looks between Maylak and I. Neither of us say anything for a few long moments.
“Are you a human?” I ask. It removes it’s hand from it’s face, revealing it’s second forward facing eye. The gaze is nearly paralyzing, but I maintain my composure.
“Tsanma didn’t explain to you? I’m the security detail.” I feel Maylak release her paw from my shoulder as she slumps to the ground, unconscious.
“A fine mess you’ve made Ryan, and in only a few minutes since we’ve left.” Tsanma’s voice comes from behind me.
“I hardly see how this is my fault.” He says as he walks towards Maylak, he stops right before he’s upon me and says, “Ah, I’m just going to lay her on one of the beds. Also, who is who?” He carefully grabs Maylak under her legs and neck. The sight of the predator holding her shoots fear through me. The only thing keeping me calm is the assurance that the Compact wouldn’t bring a predator if it was a danger to me. I repeated this fact through my head like a mantra.
“The one who didn’t faint is the Countess, Reossa.” Tsanma answers for me, “The one you hold is one of her servants.” The man, Ryan was his name? He looks at Maylak as he listens to Tsanma.
“I see, well if she wakes up in my arms she’ll probably have a heart attack.” He walks into the dorms. I feel my heart rate lower as he leaves my sight. I turn to Tsanma,
“Why a human?” A much more direct question than I hoped for, but the stress made it come out.
“Various reasons, chiefly their intimidation factor. The strength is certainly another qualifier.” She says as if it weren’t a mad calculation. A moment later Ryan comes back from the dorms.
“Also, I’m a really good dancer.” Ryan adds. Tsanma lowers her horn slightly towards him.
“We will not discuss that event in the presence of the Countess.” she says sternly, causing Ryan to give a small, rhythmic growl.
“Anyways, I’m a bit hungry,” he checks his holopad, “I’m eating.” He walks into the kitchen and Tsanma returns to the cockpit. He’s eating? What would he eat? Images of the human tearing into dead flesh made me sick, but a morbid curiosity consumed me. Certainly they wouldn’t keep flesh on the ship.
I peek into the kitchen and see Ryan procuring various tools. He flips a switch on the counter, and a small flame raises from a burner.
“You need something,” he pauses for a moment, considering his words, “countess?” He says unsure, “Sorry I’m not sure what would be an appropriate way to address you.”
“Just Reossa is fine.” I say, I don’t want to make the predator see me as above him, a contender for dominance. “But no, I’m just curious.”
“About?” He procures a small bag from the refrigerator and I sit in a metal chair.
“What you’re making.” I don’t know where the bravado to risk a glimpse of dead flesh came from.
“Oh, I’m making stir fry,” he dumps a small amount of oil into the pan, fat oils? I shutter slightly. “It’s like, well actually the name says it all, basically you put anything in a pan and stir it as it cooks. Though I don’t have a wok so it’s a bit hard.” he tears open the bag and a large amount of mixed Fissan vegetables falls into the pan. “I’m not sure what most of these are called actually. Tsanma keeps on telling me but I never eat any of them separate from the rest. Er, I guess I know the white beans are called urag beans, but that’s it.”
“And that’s all you’re having?” I ask
“Oh, you’re right, I’m missing something.” he returns to the fridge and my heart rate spikes, he must’ve forgotten the flesh. He pulls out a small opaque jar. He returns to the burner and opens the jar, he puts a spoon in and out, a small glob of black goo comes with it. He flicks the substance into the pan.
“What is that?” My eyes are wide, congealed blood?
“Uh, some sort of bean sauce, It’s a bit sweet, I don’t remember what it’s called though.”
“You’re not eating,” I shrink in the seat, “flesh?” I add quietly. He pauses, continuing to stir in the pan. He says nothing for a few moments.
“I know you probably think Tsanma is crazy or whatever for having a predator on board. But it’s not like she’s emotionless, eh? Please don’t go lookin’ at her like you do at me, she wouldn’t keep meat on the ship.” I was relieved for a moment before realizing the implication; he’d keep meat on the ship if he could, it’s merely not allowed. Neither of us speak for a moment.
“Well!” He says suddenly, “Want to try some when it’s done?” He asks. I consider the proposition, I saw everything he added, none of it seemed poisoned or from a living being. I quickly recall the oil he put in,
“What type of oil was that?”
“I don’t know, something fissan probably, Tsanma just called it ‘oil’.”
“Then, I will accept.” We sit in silence for a while until he declares the food ready, he walks towards a small cabinet with securely held bowls and plates. He grabs two bowls and fills them, he places one in front of me and sits across the table.
“I feel a bit bad, I gave you almost half of what I got but,” his eyes run up my body, “you’re about half my size though, so I guess it works out. I hope it’s up to your standards.” He quickly starts eating, when his mouth opens, the slightly lustrous, dulled ends of canines flash into sight. I find my attention drawn to his mouth every time it opens. I take a scoop of the food, various vegetables sit on the spoon, wilted from the heat. I put the spoon in my mouth.
“It’s alright. For someone who doesn’t know what they’re cooking, you did well.” He quickly finishes his food before I’m done half of my own.
“Alright, I’ll be with Tsanma, when you’re done we need to go over sleeping schedules.” I swish my tail to signify I understood, he seems to get what I mean, and leaves.
I slowly eat the rest of the food and look around. The internal design of the fissan ship is unfamiliar to me. I can’t name the food I’m eating. I’m on a ship with a predator. How long had it been since I had felt anything akin to this instability? I feel rootless, lost, betrayed by my nation for reasons completely unknown to me. With the fear of the predator subsiding, I realize it wasn’t the worst of what I felt. Perhaps this is why I stayed and watched him. I wish he was back so I could replace this feeling with fear and detest. I put another spoonful of the food into my mouth. I close my eyes as I chew— a tear falls into the bowl. I had lied; the food was amazing. Memory transcription subject: Nittal, Takkan Mercenary
Date [standardized human time]: November 25th, 2136.
I rhythmically tap a claw on the dashboard of the ship. The Imperium requested we give them the ship’s landing location, the fact that it had landed on the moon was supposedly a big deal. I wasn’t happy to be kept waiting after tailing the fissan ship manually, in real space for such a long time. Suddenly the ship is hailed from Turadus, Laz quickly answers the call. The visage of our contractor appears on screen.
“Hello, the deal is being updated,” I almost yell an objection before he continues, “we’re increasing your pay,” typically the ‘deal being updated’ was code for ‘we’re screwing you’, I quickly calm down “There’s a nevok that was picked up by the fissan ship, we want you to kill her. If you can confirm her death there’s another hundred thousand credits in the deal.”
“We will gladly take that update.” I give.
“Great. Since the ship took such great lengths to avoid detection from the colony, they’ll no doubt be doing the same while leaving. You’ll have plenty of time to intercept them on their path. Do not fail us.” The feed cuts, always so direct these people, but I wasn’t complaining.
The ship is currently resting in a small crevice on the surface of Turadus’ moon. For a bit the ship had been visible with the naked eye. I resist the urge to merely gun the ship down, we’d have to dock in order to capture the fissan agent. That means waiting until they were out of the moon's gravity well. Laz sits in the seat watching the radar, those stimulants were a godsend, neither of us were a bit tired. If anything I felt excited, dangerously so. By the great dissolution, this mission will be a test of will more so than anything.
I did it. I messed around and found out. Why? Pure curiosity. Now I regret it extremely but I also am scared and pissed.
Short background- my father left the country leaving my mother, brother and myself, alone. He was the sole bread winner of the family. My brother is in his late teens out of highschool and I am in my mid 20's. As of now, I am supporting my family financially entirely. I am paying for everything but their food- which is paid for by my mother. She is living off savings she had saved up from pre-marriage to my father.
My mother has been paying my brothers student loans since July, except the last two months. Those I paid for. (I cosigned them, terrible mistake I know...) He only went for a semester for reference.
Instead of saving $ I spend $2000 in rent and electric (other utilities are included in rent), $30 for wifi, $50 in car loans, $700 in my own student loans and $50 for car insurance. I drive almost 2 hours a day to work back and forth because my mother insisted we stay in our state to keep their state health insurance, and I don't make 3x rent. I had to call every potential land lord crying and pleading for them to rent to me. My entire life I lived with my parents aside from college, no one wanted to rent to me. Now we have a two bedroom. My mother and bro share a room. She has a normal sleep schedule (midnightish to 8amish) and he sleeps from 6/7am to around 2pm. When shes asleep he's in the living room. I have my own room - I insisted since I pay for everything i need my own space. I go into my savings monthly just to make the bare minimum payments (not including my own food and gas).
So fast forward to yesterday, my brother went out with my mom and left his computer unlocked. I looked through the tabs he had opened and found nothing insane, or out of the ordinary. I did however find his tumblr. There I found his girlfriends page. When I went to delete my history I accidentally closed the browser and saw a folder in the middle of his desktop. I clicked it. It was pictures of his gf in all angles. Nude, not nude. All clearly taken by her. I don't know if she is local or not but he never leaves the apartment. He doesn't have a car or license.
I think she is a terrible person for him. She has a plethora of mental disorders and constantly posts about 9/11 conspiracies as well as posts about how she is so disabled that she cant work and that there are many people who are willing to care for her fully so what is the point of working ever?
My brother doesn't work or go to school at the moment no matter how much I try and tell him to get a job or go to school. I don't care what he does just do something! He is on his computer from the second he wakes up to when he goes to bed. Now that I know he has this gf, I can assume that when my mother and I are asleep he is just up all night talking to her. Yes hes a teenage boy and he's horny, but come on???? SHE IS 100% CONVINCED SHE HAS MULTIPLE PERSONALITIES AND ONE OF THEM IS EMINEM??? In her damn bio on tumblr she says she has ADD, ADHD, DID, and a low IQ as well as autism. This girl doesn't need the internet or to talk to my brother 24/7 she needs therapy. Not self diagnosis. (I only assume this because she posted a few things about how she never has been to a doctor because she doesn't trust them). From one human to another - she deserves love and help if she so needs it in any way. But I am worried she is either brainwashing my brother into thinking its ok to never work- that people are lining up to care for you entirely. OR that he is taking advantage of her because she sends him nudes and he doesn't have to do much to keep her (being long distance). I can't think of why he is with her otherwise.
Anyway- I can't tell him that I know about her but I also can't do nothing. I feel extremely terrible for what I did snooping... I did not sleep last night.- BUT I am myself clinically depressed, see a therapist (but I stopped since we moved back in August due to lack of funds and distance from therapy). It is not fair for me to be working all day, drive an hour home, only to come home and cook my own dinner, and lunch for work and repeat? For what? So he can stay at home and whack off to this crazy chick who's a hardcore 9/11 conspiracy theorist when she isn't Eminem? My brother is not physically or mentally disabled. He can work or go to school- he just choses not to. He was the top of his class all of highschool and had a 3.9 GPA. In College we pulled him out because that was when my dad left the country and he became a bit depressed and stressed out about that. Even if he worked just part time it would benefit not only me (by him having money to pay his own loan off and help chip in for phone and internet) but it would do him good imo to get outside. Talk to people in person. I thought about telling him I am changing the internet password. Maybe giving him access to the internet for like 4 hours a day and then cutting him off. Not giving him the new password until I see some job or college applications?
If I move out at the end of the lease in August, both my mom and bro will be incomeless and homeless. I remind them everyday of this and just just laugh it off. I am trying to become mentally stronger and cut ties if I must, but I will not lie. They gaslight me and guilt me into being their cash cow. I need things to change or I am not sure how this story will end. I am 1000% not ok with supporting them both just so he can get off at 3am to his insane gf. It's been since Dec 2021 that he's been out of school and he's just been glued to the computer since then. My mother enables him. She thinks its ok. He's her precious boy and I am obligated to help because I am the oldest.... (only by 5 years may I add).
So I bought a cosori pro le 4.7L / 5QT and when I make something I usually check the food 2 to 3 times. I noticed that the minutes go "down" slower after I put the basket back in. So I decided to start a timer on my phone for 15 mins, same in air fryer while making fries for example. I've checked the fries 3 times and when the timer on my phone was at 2 minutes, the timer on air fryer was at 5 or 6 minutes. (yes i've paused the timer on phone too while i shook the basket)
Can anyone explain why is that ? Sorry for my englando.