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FC4 was one of my first PlayStation games I've ever played. I loved it and am glad that I picked FC3 up afterwards and played them in that particular order. So I couldn't wait to finally get my hands on FC5 and I've got to say it's one of the most frustrating and partly boring games I've ever played.
I'm aware many here like FC5 a lot and it definitely has great parts like some side missions, the companions and so on. But I really couldn't bring myself to care about the story at all unfortunately, primarily after having finished John's Region. The mute protagonist surely plays a role in it but I skipped most of the cut scenes, same with the ones for story missions. I wasn't engaged for the most part and absolutely was in FC3 and 4. The games location didn't do it for me but I still enjoyed and appreciated it. Many people didn't like that the game wouldn't leave you alone for even a few minutes but I didn't mind this too much.
What I did though was the forced progression and made the game feel disjointed and took away the players freedom. One also get spotted very easily or I remember a few outposts were I wasn't near any enemies and they still got alerted. Plus whereas FC4 was too easy even of hard, FC5 is pretty hard on normal and with it quite frustrating. I'm no good FPS player by any means but even at health maxed out its crazy how easily one gets fucked up.I have no problem with not feeling godlike but this was quite the opposite extrem. I surely missed the healing animations, as well as crafting which was always nice. This post is long enough as it is, I played FC5 quite a lot the last weeks and only a few times I really completely enjoyed myself, but I rarely have been as frustrated by a game as with FC5. It's totally fine many people adore this game but I'm glad when I've finished it.

Anyone else getting the "Error - Your request cannot be processed due to local delivery requirements for this product at your address. Please refer back to the queue for other products to order." message when you request an item?
I have found several items and each has given me this message today. I have only ran into this like once or twice before so it's strange it's happened to every item I selected today.

Thank you Reddit! I found beautiful people here!
Looking for tropa in Manila, around Paco sana para pwede lakarin HAHA! I now have a housemate (YAY!), but he's out every Fridays to Saturdays Afternoon, but he's a very chill dude. Still looking for playmates, study buddies, and even food buddies are welcome. Let's explore things!
About me:

• 20 M (Cis)
• Athletic thrower (goes to the gym and boxes frequently)
• Vapes and smokes (occasionally)
• Relatively high hygiene
• We can play or hang out at my place every Friday, Saturday, and Sunday
• 8.5/10 based on my past relationships, pero of course I'm an 11/10
• 181cm
• ENTP

About you:

• Preferably around UBelt, Taft, Paco, and or Pedro Gil
• -2 or +2 my age
• Preferably vapes and or smoke
• With high hygiene as well (Bawal maasim please lang)
• Available on Friday, Saturday, and or Sunday (if we'd go out or play)
• Sana madaldal ka
• People in SocSci field are a plus!
• +++ If same tayo ng body type like Bara body or DadBod para relate!
• +++ If ENTP as well para vibe!

We can also play since I play Valorant (in which I suck!) and Minecraft! We can also play sa place ko since mabilis din naman internet connection dito. Plus if need mo ng study buddy, I'm all for here since sobrang dami kong readings!
(Pwede ring tropa time since I'm still a man HAHA!)
Fingers crossed!

The news was sudden and it felt bleak, but I asked the right questions. But it was too late and you too weak.
I love Ya Mama
I know I'm a mess and I'm trying my best but you're the most I will sorely miss.
You told me about the joy when you found out you were pregnant, when you knew it was a boy and held me. Like when you held me in the hospital room even if being bigger than I used to be.
I Love Ya Mama
This isn't going to be easy, and I'm going to be scared but I have people near when you'll eventually be far.
I love Ya Mama.
You're not gone yet, but I am sure gonna miss you.

Here’s my setup for travel: mini travel router connected to hotel wifi, DNS for router handled by attached Pi-hole, Pico connected to router via Ethernet cable. How can I make the Pico see the Pi-hole for DNS? The built in ad blocking on the Pico isn’t nearly as robust, or effective, as the Pi-hole. The only area I see in the admin for networking is WiFi and in there there’s a section that says “Wire Lan” with the address the router gave me. How can I set that for static and set the dns? Possible? If not, I’ll have to figure out how to get my blacklist and Ad lists out of the Pi-hole and uploaded to the Pico. At which point I should just share it with everyone since it’s 1.7 million addresses/domains and I’m not doing all that work just for myself.
TLDR; can I use a custom dns?

I have this SwiftUI view that when I would navigate to it, would immediately crash the app. The only message I got from Xcode was if I failed to cast the tag to an optional UUID in the picker it would complain in the debug window - Picker: the selection "Optional(F9AD835E-B48A-4EC8-83C3-DC4D99C633F7)" is invalid and does not have an associated tag, this will give undefined results.
This made me think the Picker was the problem. When the app would crash on loading the view it would break at this line:

@main struct FitnessTrackerApp: App { 

with this cryptic message: Thread 1: EXC_BREAKPOINT (code=1, subcode=0x1078ec678)
That's it, no other warnings/errors that I can see. It turns out the error has nothing to do with the Picker, it's caused by the List with the empty ForEach. Commenting that out made the view load just fine.
The first problem is that there doesn't appear to be a clear distinction between what is an error and what is a warning in this case. The Picker message isn't prefixed with something like "Warning: " or "Error: ". So given that that was initially the only messaging I got from Xcode I assumed that was the error.
The second problem is that Xcode isn't stopping anywhere near the offending line.
Am I looking for errors/warnings in the wrong place? Is there somewhere in Xcode where it would show me a stack trace or something that would let me know what the problem is?

struct CreateWorkoutView: View { @State var workoutId: UUID @State var workoutName: String = "" @State var exerciseList: [Exercise] = CDDL.shared.getEntities(CDType: ExerciseCD.self) @State var exerciseId: UUID? @Environment(\.presentationMode) var presentationMode: Binding var body: some View { Form { Section { TextField("Workout name", text: $workoutName) } header: { Text("\(workoutId.uuidString)") } Section { Picker("Select an Exercise", selection: $exerciseId) { ForEach(exerciseList) { exercise in Text("\(exercise.exerciseName)").tag(exercise.entityId as UUID?) } } List { ForEach(exerciseList) { exercise in } } } Section { Button("Save Workout") { CDDL.shared.saveEntity(entity: Workout(entityId: workoutId, workoutName: workoutName)) self.presentationMode.wrappedValue.dismiss() } } } .onAppear() { let ex = CDDL.shared.getEntity(CDType: WorkoutCD.self, entityId: workoutId) workoutId = ex.entityId workoutName = ex.workoutName exerciseId = exerciseList[0].entityId print(exerciseList) } } } 

I used to order pre ground fresh roasted coffee from a company called Blue Tokai. Just their normal Aeropress grind and like a medium roasted coffee. And it tasted great had those fruity slightly acidic notes, i was really enjoying it. But the quality got worse as the bag sat there and got stale over a couple weeks.
So I recently bought a Hario Slim Hand Grinder and the same exact coffee but in whole bean. But for some reason, I cant recreate the original cup for the life of me. Haven't changed the recipe, I've tried tweaking the grind size a bunch but it's always a little earthy on the nose and doesn't taste nearly as complex. I was really looking forward to having my coffee be better by grinding fresh. What am I doing wrong?

I want to be happy for friends and family, I really do, but it’s so hard to be happy for them when you have nothing going for you. I’ve wanted to be a mom for years, I can’t even find a decent guy who wants more than just one thing, while every time I log onto Facebook there’s a new pregnancy announcement. Which leads to a new engagement post, or a new house, or a new job, when I live at home still and can’t even hold a job because I bounce between jobs too much. I feel like I get this jealous almost angry response inside like what did they do to deserve all of this that I didn’t do, or why am I not good enough. I just had a friend who had a baby and I told her I couldn’t be more happy for her, but inside I felt this rage. When I mentioned to her how badly I want to be a mom she told me I was no where near ready, when she’s the one who unexpectedly got pregnant by a guy she complains about every day then acts like he’s the love of her life on Facebook, but I’m not ready? What kind of response is that? I guess I’m just venting at this point but it’s getting really tiring pretending to be happy for everyone when I have nothing going for me no matter how hard I try.

I recently quit smoking and using weed but still have a great deal of stuff left over, all in great shape all clean and polished. And some leftover joints vapes and butter, I dont want to garbage it and I'm wondering where is the best place to advertise or bring it for a quick sale? If anyone here is interested hit me up. Have half a lb high quality high potency butter I made myself if that interests anyone.

Without ozempic I'm regular as a clock, so being backed up makes me feel very icky. I've been taking magnesium pills but I can tell it's not "thorough". I was reading that the slow digestion can hinder the absorption, which could be the issue. I did some additional reading that said that vitamins delivered in liquid format generally absorb faster due to the delivery method. Today at the supermarket I saw a tube of the tablets that you drop into water to dissolve and drink. I grabbed some magnesium ones, just to check it out. Well, back home and 30 mins later and bob's your uncle. I feel empty for the first time in a long time. I think chugging one of these first thing in the morning will be part of my new routine. And I may start looking to change some of the other vitamins I take into this format which will have the added benefit of helping with hydration.
So, anyone who is struggling, it may be worth a shot!

Last night around 6:30 took a S&D that was $23 including tip. Very easy, got in and out within 20min. It was raining, and everything fit in the tote, while I was unloading the customer came out, and she was just thinking me over and over. I told her it's not a problem, really. Before she was about to sign, she was like hold on, and I was like ok. When she came back she had a folded $20 in her hand she said "Gas is getting expensive, I like to give a little extra to those I know need it" I did need it, and I was very grateful. These are the type of customers that I enjoy delivering too. They understand times are hard, and sometimes we need a little extra. ☺️(Also no I do not expect every delivery to be like this)

Hi everyone, thanks in advance for your help. I have been with my partner for almost 2 years now. It’s the healthiest relationship I’ve ever been in, but I’m terrified I am ruining it. We’ve been fighting more lately, and it is nearly all related to relationships I have with other people (primarily women). Some of them are ex’s turned friends, others are just longtime friends with some previous sexual tension, and a few others are just friends-plain and simple.
I have failed in the past holding my partners trust to the highest regard, and sometimes they feel suspicious and untrusting of me because of that. I’ve kept a couple stupid secrets (that had become fights with ex-partners, so I preferred not to divulge, but of course the details came out) and had a conversation about a swingers club with another girl (not intimately or about us but my partner asked about the conversation and I told them)—however, I would never EVER physically cheat on them, and feel for the most part I deserve their trust. That said, I absolutely understand why I don’t have it.
Last night, things got to a really bad point when it was revealed that I had been sending flirty messages to one of the people my partner feels insecure about. I honestly never felt like I was flirting, but in hindsight, reading those messages with my partner last night, I was sickened by my flirty tone and how badly it hurt my partner. I have no feelings for the other girl other than she’s my friend (and we text almost daily about the Wordle).
I am ready to end my wordle friendship for my partner, but am really scared of losing other relationships that mean a lot to me, including of course the one with my partner.
Idk if I have a specific question other than… what’s wrong with me? Why do I keep hurting my partner with these other relationships? Any general thoughts or advice? Thanks again ♥️♥️ tl;dr I keep committing these micro-cheating acts against my partner and I don’t know why

I just can't keep up I work too slow I can't speed up without mistakes increasing exponentially. I can't rely on myself to make decisions because it takes way too long for me to feel like it's an actual decision and not just impulsively picking one option. I don't have a decision making scheme it's usually just intuition and then it becomes troublesome when I don't get a gut feeling. I feel like I keep getting pushed behind further and further while I avoid and procrastinate until either a deadline comes near, in which case I just impulsively pick, or until I get a gut feeling one way or another. It also doesn't help that the gut feelings are usually pretty solid and on par with my desires and expectations the lack of a gut feeling though can cause me to procrastinate for years. I'm just getting further and further behind.

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I live right down the road from this. I go outside a lot. I also moved to this area a few months ago, ie probably right when the above happened.
It seems like it ought to be safe because there are schools and kids literally everywhere. The crime reporter things only turn up "suspicious vehicles" and "loitering" near me most immediately. Those are probably poor metrics, but it's all I had to go on.
My experience has so far been good but I could be lucky. To be honest I've got a bad feeling about burglary, and had some security systems installed, but I also won't be scared away from an affordable area.

I (M20) fantasize every night about dying. Some background for my previous diagnoses. I was diagnosed with bipolar 2 disorder, PTSD and that was all before I ghosted my psychiatrist and therapist. I stopped taking meds, I’ve been studying psychology for about a year and a half now so I spend majority of my time alone expanding my knowledge. I’m not depressed. I’m not suicidal. But I do feel empty. I’ve become a bad person and it’s not that I hate myself, it’s that I hate how I view the world now. I was robbed a few months after quitting therapy. The man said he had a gun and I didn’t believe it was worth chancing it so I gave him my money. He told me if I called the cops or told anyone he’d come back and kill me. I called the cops anyway. They arrested him. I told a few friends and family about the robbery as well as my coworkers and boss because the robbery occurred at work. Not a single asked how I was doing. Not a single one tried to comfort me. They laughed. They told me I was dumb to give him my money and that because I was bigger than the guy I should’ve hit him. I was told that I shouldn’t have believed he had a gun. Anytime it’s brought up I’m mocked about it. About 4 months before that when I was actually depressed and after a hypomanic episode and blowing all my money and having to move in with family. My older brothers, my brothers wife, my dad, all sat me down and told me I wasn’t mentally Ill. They told me they went through my car and found receipts and letters from the bank. They told me if I didn’t get my life together they would let me suffer and refuse to help me. They told me I had no right to feel depressed, that my own misery is self inflicted. In December my brother who was addicted to meth and running from the cops was homeless and in the streets. My family had essentially given up on him. But I would let him sleep in my car so I knew he was okay. I gained his trust and set up his arrest so I could know he was gonna be fed and in a better situation than dying. I was told that I was a rat. That I was manipulative. I was talking to a girl at the time who had become friends with my ex. And I told her about my life. I eventually friendzoned her because she would always dismiss me saying no to sex/intimacy. On multiple occasions she would touch me, grope me or force herself on me. And when I told her that I was starting to have violent thoughts about myself and others she abandoned me. Anytime my family got together they would mock my mental health. When I started to have violent thoughts and exploiting others willingly they began calling me a sociopath and narcissist since then I’ve been isolating myself. I’ve cut off nearly all friends. I keep them in a toxic relationship with me. I openly tell them about how manipulate them and others. I tell them about my violent thoughts. I tell them every dark thought I have. I want to control them and everyone else through fear. I feel empty. I’ve felt empty for over a year. It’s like a black hole in me. Emotions come but they feel shallow and short lasting. Besides rage. I seem to always feel angry in a sense. I feel angry when I even perceive betrayal, even when I know it’s justified. About 3 weeks ago a girl ghosted me. I didn’t feel sad. I was angry she ghosted me before I could ghost her. I spent a week stalking her her every move on social media. I’ve spent the last year on dating apps hooking up with girls, going on dates and then ghosting them. I’ve gotten to the point where hooking up is no longer the fun part but everything leading up to that moment from when I first text her. I know I’m not a good person. And I don’t feel bad about it. But it doesn’t mean I’m happy with who I am. The idea is for me that I feel trapped. I can go to therapy, take meds do everything one can do for mental health. But that much change and outside interference I can’t help but feel I wouldn’t be me. So to me death is the id feel free. But I refuse to take my own life.because the image I’d be leaving behind. Lately I’ve been getting really exhausted and having really bad pain in my right eye, like I’ve been stabbed in it. And I’m not seeking out treatment. Just hoping it’ll take me out

I'm a healthcare worker attempting to get incensed in Washington DC. Dealing with any level of the DC government, particularly regarding anything to do with a license, is a nightmare under the best of circumstances. 6 months following my initial application, I finally thought I was near the end of the process when my point of contact informed me that the licensing board had questions about a weed charge from 2011 and that I need to provide a statement as well as any documentation regarding the charge that I may have. The incident in question happened almost exactly 12 years ago when I was still in high school. I had just turned 18 but was hardly an adult, just a dumb kid doing dumb kid stuff and got caught with like 2 grams of weed on me. We ended up getting a lawyer, I did some community service and substance classes, and ultimately got it expunged.
I have worked multiple jobs that have required background checks, got into and completed my doctorate program that also required background checks and multiple drug screens, etc, and currently hold an active license in Virginia. This is the first time anyone has ever mentioned the drug charge. I didn't even think it COULD be mentioned, being expunged and all. I don't have any paperwork related to it and don't particularly want to reach out to my mom to see if she's hung on to any of it. What should my statement to the board be? Could they really keep me from getting my license based on this alone? Thanks in advance for any advice yall can give

My [22F] boyfriend[23M] of nearly a year recently got diagnosed with ADHD, and it's been a real eye opener for both of us. He tends to exhibit classic textbook symptoms and as someone who is neurotypical, it sometimes irks me as I fail to understand his behaviour. He tends to cut me off when I'm talking, forgets a lot of things, and sometimes I fail to be understanding and think he's being lazy or doesn't care about me enough since I am anxious by nature, although, I do know he is a sweetheart overall, and I absolutely adore him, but I was hoping someone could give me tips on ways to better understand ADHD behaviour and be more accomodating and not let expectations get in the way because he's my favourite person and I don't want to hurt him by being insensitive.

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Approximated Earth Date: 3. May. 2235
"Destination set: Earth's Moon. Estimated travel time: Fifty-five minutes, and twenty-three seconds."
Teresh had to catch himself with a hand as the ship suddenly roared to life. The world began to turn as he could feel its momentum change. Questions began to bubble in my head, like a pot of gotesh starting to boil.
Earth? Is that the name of planet 626, or another? Could it be a prison world? Was I just tricked by an elaborate ruse into surrendering myself to becoming a captive once more? Teresh shook his head. No, that's stupid. Unless humans are an incredibly cruel species, there would be no reason to lull me into a false sense of security. They are aware that I am unarmed and alone. Tom alone would be able to physically overpower me. I will just have to trust in my new ally.
Part of him wanted to escape, and another knew that it would be pointless. Even if he made it back to his ship there was no guarantee that he could get the hanger doors open. Then there was a chance that they would just blast him out of space the moment he left the ship. This was not the time to let fear rule him. He had to be strong, brave, and honorable, like his ancestors before him.
A brisk knock came at the door, which nearly caused him to jump out of his feathers. He saw the familiar orange and black form of Tom walk through the door. Along with him, an orange suit and helmet that he held in his left hand. Tom’s throat rumbled before he started talking.
"I looked through our spares. This is the smallest one we've got. Might be a little loose on the shoulders, but it should get the job done," he explained, holding it out to him.
"Thank you," Teresh replied, taking the bundle from him. The fabric was pretty soft and surprisingly flexible and elastic. Though, he did immediately think of one flaw. "You don't suppose my talons are going to poke through the fabric, do you?"
Tom stood there, a hand on his side. After a moment of silence, he shifted his weight to the other leg and responded, "Eh, I don't think so. Long as they're not razor sharp you should be fine. Just don't push too hard against the finger parts."
"Oh, you have five ‘fingers.’ As you called them," Teresh said matter-of-factually. He noticed upon looking at his suit and referencing Tom's that the hands had five ‘fingers’ each.
He held up his own, and they both counted four talons. One that took the same position as the thumb, with the only missing being a pinky equivalent. Fortunately, Teresh was quick on his feet.
"I'll do my best to keep it out of sight. At worst, I lost them in an accident," he explained.
"Huh, good ingenuity. We're going to need that if we want this to work," Tom replied, crossing his arms together.
Teresh wasn't exactly sure how to read the gesture, but his tone sounded positive. He would be sure to upload their language to the translator as fast as possible. When interpreting, the machine outputs everything in a dull, neutral voice. Once the language was properly recognized however, they could speak to each other as if there were no language barriers at all. That would have to wait, sadly, as it sounded like they were about to get moving.
He stood up and began donning his suit. Quickly finding a small zipper, which was a tad infuriating with talons. The Valaxi could manage them just fine, but the kooli needed their own zippers that featured a larger hole for their talons. Just another advantage they had from natural superiority.
Tom shuffled his feet a bit and turned away from Teresh in an instant. Causing him to pause and tilt his head at the human.
"Is something the matter?" Teresh asked curiously.
Tom throat rumbled again, and he coughed. Responding, "Sorry, I just figured you wanted some privacy."
The kooli shook his head, amused by his sentiment. His race didn't typically wear trappings like the Valaxi or the Leo-oup. Typically, such practice was observed as a way to either cover exposed genitalia or to accentuate their appearance. Kooli had no such exposure and preferred the natural beauty of their bodies and feathers. To don clothing atop was seen as a practice that only extremely narcissistic or Valaxi obsessed kooli indulged in. Even their own Jarva only donned a cape and crown when attending the imperial commune.
Of course, he had no clue why the humans covered themselves, but that would have to wait for future discussion. All he could do was theorize as he finally slid on the loose garb. The suit fit well enough, outside of bunching up near his feet and elbows. Not enough to be a hazard, but just enough to look a few sizes too big. He began to fight with the zipper again, seeing Tom glance back.
"Ah, did you need help with that? I imagine it's tough with the..." Tom paused awkwardly, "claws?"
"Talons. And yes, it would be very helpful, thank you," Teresh replied.
Ancestors protect me, he pleaded, realizing what it meant.
Tom took a few steps and knelt down, less than a foot away from Teresh as the gentle zzzzzzzip of the zipper traveled up the suit. The kooli held his breath through the whole process. His eyes strained to find some semblance of a shape inside the black void. Seeing a rough circular object move inside, with some strange jutting or jagged shapes around it. Unable to form a clear picture as the zipper reached the top of the suit. Tom gave it a small tug and seemed satisfied.
"Good, nice and secure. Not too bad a fit either. Just looks like a kid wearing his dad's shoes," he explained absentmindedly.
"Kid? Shoes?" Teresh asked, feeling much smaller when draped in the large suit.
"Ah, right. Kids are what we call our young. Children, kiddos, there's plenty more. As for shoes, we wear them on our feet to protect our skin," Tom explained, causing Teresh's eyes to widen.
So many questions chirped inside his mind. It was going to take hours just to process all the basic questions he had about humans, not to mention ones on culture and family unit. Tom seemed to pick this up too as he held out the helmet.
"I promise I'll answer every single question you've got once we get you to my contact. For now, just try to keep a hold on them in your head," he said, as if able to read his mind.
Now that wasn't something he considered. Though there was no evidence of such an ability existing, who knew what humans were capable of. Perhaps they could possess natural psionic ability. That discovery would make for an excellent essay or dissertation.
It was not the time for essays however, it was time to don his own black mirror. Taking the helmet, he slid it onto his head. It was a bit claustrophobic, and it hurt a little with his crown feathers being forcibly pressed against the top of the helmet. Outside of that though, it was perfectly serviceable. The entire world around him was shifted to a darker tone, including Tom. If he couldn't see his face before, it was now impossible to see anything past two layers of this dark glass. He could feel Tom touching parts of his neck, and he heard a few snaps as the neck and helmet joined together. Either magnetic or through some other means, he couldn't tell. Tom stepped back and gave him a once over.
"Perfect. This is actually going to work," he spoke softly.
"You doubted it working?" Teresh joked, the translator rumbling within the suit.
"Hey, this is completely new territory for me. I'll be happy if we make it past the front door," Tom replied, then pointing towards his chest. "Which reminds me. We're going to have to shut that off when we get there."
Teresh gulped, "B-But-"
"Yes, you'll have no idea what's going on. You're going to be in a new place, surrounded by tons of humans, and you may or may not be in danger," Tom explained, doing absolutely nothing to quell his fears.
However, what the human did next was something that Teresh never saw coming. He actually got down on his knee, more or less being eye level with him. Although he couldn't see them, he could tell that Tom was looking right through him.
Tom's voice was serious, low, and full of determination. Exclaiming, "Teresh. I need you to trust me when I say this. As long as I am with you, you are safe. I won't let anyone touch a feather on that head, and if they do, I'll knock them off their ass. My friends will be there with us too. All three of us are going to protect you. Okay?"
What is this feeling? Teresh thought to himself. There was something about his words that caused his heart to swell. He felt like he could do anything, that he was going to succeed. Not even General Vorin's words instilled him with as much confidence.
"Y-Yes Tom. I trust you," Teresh answered.
"Do you mind if I put my hand on your shoulder?" He asked. More confusion, but he was too inspired to question it.
"You may," the kooli replied.
Tom lifted his hand, causing Teresh to flinch as it slowly but surely impacted his shoulder. Feeling his strange finger appendages grip his shoulder firmly but not painfully.
"I'm with you. Don't forget that," Tom said stoically. Then standing and pulling back. "Let's do some rehearsal in the bay. You won't need to talk the talk, but you'll need to walk the walk."
"Talk the talk and walk wha-?" Teresh began.
"Don't worry about it kid. It'll be just like theatre," he explained, then going on, "that's a-"
"My people have theatre Tom, I understand," the kooli replied, grinning under the helmet.
"Right. Of course. Let's go," Tom replied, his tone suggesting a bit of embarrassment.
Together, they made their way out of the medical ward and into the main hanger, or "bay" as Tom called it. He saw the other two outfitted individuals watching their approach. Able to tell that both parties were engaging in a game of observation. Trying to discern the shapes underneath the suits.
Still only three crew members, for a ship of this size, he thought to himself.
With how small their crew was, perhaps this flagship was decommissioned. That would explain the lack of bodies and ships in the hanger. If their military was even more armed than this... they would make for a wonderful child race. The Valaxi would help them reach their true potential. If Teresh could accomplish that, he would consider it his greatest feat in life. It would cement him and his family in the good graces of the empire forever and bring honor to General Vorin's home.
Tom held up his hand and shook it around at them, announcing, "Hey guys, this is Teresh. Teresh, meet Maxim and Ally."
"Hello," a higher voice responded from the suit on the right.
"Howdy," another low voice emerged from the suit on the left.
"How-dy?" Teresh mimicked, shaking his taloned hand at them.
He heard a few coughs or strange gasps from them, and he just hoped he hadn't offended them in some way. Tom's throat rumbled like a growl, causing the two to stop. A show of authority it seemed.
"We're going to help Teresh get to Mikael. Once we meet, then we'll figure out what to do from there," Tom explained.
"Sounds good. How do we start?" The one called Maxim asked.
"First, Teresh," he turned to me. He tapped the side of his helmet several times, explaining, "if I do that, it means turn on your translator. If I do this," he made a flat sliding gesture on the bottom of the helmet, "it means turn it off."
Tapping, on. Sliding, off. Easy, Teresh internalized.
"Good. Now we're going to start practicing some scenarios. We have a little over a half hour left so we don't have too much time, but it should be enough. First, I'm going to explain what we're doing, then I'll give you the signal to shut your translator off. We need to get you used to humans talking or doing things around you. Whatever you do, you need to stay calm, cool, and collected. Think you can handle that," Tom asked, nodding his head at him.
He clenched his hands tightly, feeling truly confident for one of the first times in his life. Teresh focused his gaze on the three of them, "Let's do it."
It's time to prove my mettle.

Yesterday was terrible! Some students were just awful and the overall environment is so overwhelming for me, i usually have to do a routine of helping the kids find their classes and telling them where to go, and all of them talking to me at once cause a lot of overload, i have to tell them to please get into the line so i can go one by one but they dont listen a lot and find myself repeating myself over and over. Same thing happens with misbehavior in class, and it just get tiring after a while i cant imagine doing this type of job for very long or at least becoming a good worker, as im getting too tired to keep disciplining the students/telling them to behave/correct for long period of time and them not listening.
The main teacher tells the student to please stop talking and making noise while she teaches and while a student is playing (this is music class) and then a few seconds later they go back to making noise or trying to sneak into making noise and i find myself having to remind them every 5 minutes even the main teacher! When i took them to the lunch room for a break for the class they run around, misbehave, one kid drew something and told me to guess it and i didnt know what it was and he was like 'what kind of teacher are you, you dont know anything'' i told him sternly that is not nice to say and he should be respectful!
Then the kids kept drawing poop and giving it to me as a present and thought it was funny, one girl wrote stupid on someones drawing for me and told them to 'give it to me' when i called her out seriously she denied saying she wrote that! she also lies a lot and is a troublemaker
in another class i helped the teacher to try to quiet the class down and one kid mockingly told me 'okay miss'' and was waving his hands and mocking my voice and tone, i told him again that is not nice and to quit that or i will get the principal here, and i just walked away because i felt i was gonna snap as i was already in a bad mood and i still heard him mocking me, a little more quietly behind my back. another girl gave me attitude when i asked her if that was her stuff, she also asked me why do i do walk with my hands in a certain way and another said why do i have a lot of hair on my arms,, i admit that got to me a little bit as i been self conscious about those things
While there are some sweet and good kids, the overall atmosphere is taking toll on me, i do need money so im trying to hang in there until i can find another job.
What a nightmare. My coworkers are hit and miss, some are not so supportive or friendly, one coworker dislikes me for no reason, she talks to everyone but me, she avoids me, don't not speak to me, is hostile with me, i saw her yesterday, i had to pass her and the thing she carried was blocking the entrance, i gestured i needed to pass and she gave me a cold look and just pressed her hand to move the thing away. I really did not like her vibe or her attitude with me!
im near my period too my mood swings are all over the place. im trying to find another job but no luck, my past experience have just been with kids but im tired of childcare and want to work in an office or somewhere more peaceful and less noisy with more mature coworkers!
do you have any tips as help feel less stress and affected by the environment? esepically during this difficult hormonal period? thank you