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I waited for something to happen. My knees bent and my eyes gazed across the dunes waiting to run. But beyond the sound of the swaying bell and the water trickling out to sea, everything was still.
“You know what’s happening?” I called out to Alessia, still monitoring the tops of the dunes.
Alessia paused, then huffed. “No. I see nothing.” I heard her take a few steps through the sand towards me. “That bell does nothing.”
I walked towards the guard, shouting so I’d be heard over the metal clanging next to his ear. “What’s happening? What’s the bell for?”
“All visitors must report to the council headquarters. You can find the council headquarters on the western side of the island.”
I let out a hot breath of anger and turned away. “We can sit here all day listening to the ringing or go somewhere else.”
Alessia cocked her head. “Maybe we should go find this council office. He seems keen on us going there.”
I rolled my eyes and began trudging back up the dune away from the small river and the alluring artefact behind us. I leaned my head down, concentrating on each step, watching my feet sink into the soft sand on every step, grains tumbling down the slope in my wake. Half-way through the grind, I glanced forward to see a man silhouetted in the bright light of the sun.
I squinted until I could make out the details. His face was lined with thick wrinkles, and he had a mop of loose grey curls that fell to the base of his neck. A loose beige shirt with sleeves too long for his arms hung loosely across his thin frame.
Stretching out a hand, I tapped Alessia on the shoulder. She stopped and looked up. “Can we help you?”
“You will need to wait till two representatives are present,” the man replied in a firm but croaky voice.
“Two representatives?” I looked between the man and the guard at the bottom of the dune. “It looks like we have that.” I pointed between them.
“You will need to wait till two representatives are present.”
My eyes sealed shut with frustration. “Is that all you’ve got to say?”
He was silent for a second. Then, “You will need to wait till two representatives are present.”
“No. Sorry.” I leaned over and placed a hand on Alessia’s arm pulling her forward. “Done with this.” I turned slightly away from the man, cutting a path past him to the left.
He responded, pacing along the top of the dune to intercept us. He held out his arms so that the sleeves of his baggy shirt draped like a cloak “You will need to wait till two representatives are present.”
I tensed my cheeks, ensuring they only opened so far as to not scream. “If it’s fine with you, we’re going to find someone who can actually speak.” I tried to walk around him, but he sidestepped to cut me off.
“You will need to wait till two representatives are present.” He glanced over our shoulders and nodded.
Turning, I could see a woman on the other side of the dune. She was younger, with short, clipped strawberry-blonde hair.
“Is she another representative? Can we talk now?”
“You will need to wait till two representatives are present.”
I raised my arms in protest. “There’s three of you now,” I shouted.
The man turned to his left and called out as loudly as his elderly lungs could. “Yamil, hurry up if you can. They’re getting restless.”
My eyes bulged. “So you can talk.”
“You will need to wait till two representatives are present.”
My arms tensed and my hands wrung with anger as the man stood his ground in front of us.
“Just wait,” Alessia sighed, her shoulders slumped. “See what happens.”
We watched the woman descend the dunes, cross the stream, and then slowly climb the other side towards us. It was a long, awkward wait, watching her trudge through soft sands, the three of us standing in silence.
Finally, she got close enough for the man to exhale and his body relax. “Thank you for waiting. We need both members present to hold a conversation.”
“Why-“ I cut myself off. “Wait. There’s a body. A body down there. In the sand-“
“We know,” said the man in a calm but resigned tone.
“Who is it?” Alessia asked..
“The former guard,” the woman, Yamil, said as she arrived. “Few months ago a man arrived on the island and shot him. He wanted to get to the ship.”
I raised my eyebrows and looked to Alessia. “Sannaz?”
She nodded, turning to face the ship and the current guard, now returned to their relaxed position. “He’s been dead for months? Why didn’t you move him?”
“We couldn’t agree on what to do with him,” the man nodded calmly.
“Bury them? Cremate them?” I blinked rapidly. “Something?”
“The Council considered all those options.” The man gave the same accompanying nod. “But we couldn’t come to an agreement.”
“The Council?”
“There are ten villages on the island,” Yamil said, folding her arms. “Each one sends one person to the council.”
“And the council couldn’t decide on what to do with a dead body? So you just…” I looked back down at the patch of sand - too far away to make out the hand in any detail, but I was certain I could see the point where the bone poked through the surface. “…left him?”
“We took a vote.” The man turned to Yamil, checking for her confirmation. “Eight for burial, one for cremation, one for placing them in plain sight as a warning. That right?”
“Yes, Fidel.” Yamil replied.
My eyes narrowed, the brows meeting at the bridge of my nose. “Why didn’t you go with the vote?”
“We didn’t agree.” Fidel responded with equal confusion.
Yamil stepped in. “If we don’t all agree, then we don’t go ahead. Everyone has to agree.” Her face flinched slightly as she spoke.
“It’s the only way to stop the majority taking advantage of everyone. If we all have to agree then one-half can’t take advantage of the other half.” Fidel puffed his chest, recalling an old mantra.
I could feel a familiar heat in my veins, and I tried to temper it as I spoke. “You get together. You discuss something. And if any one of you disagrees, you do nothing.”
“Correct.” The nod seemed more enthusiastic.
“And you couldn’t tell us that till now because…?”
Yamil responded in a dour monotone. “Regular citizens aren’t allowed to speak to people from outside the island. They could do things or say things that would be only in their own interests.”
“What’s good for one person - what might even be good for the majority - can still harm some,” Fidel preached. “We must protect those who otherwise would have no voice. Here, everyone has a voice. Everyone is protected.”
I thought of the bones poking through the sand, but I said nothing.
Alessia let out a quiet, almost inaudible grumble. “So how come you can speak to us? Where’s the rest of the council?”
“We understand that at some point someone has to speak to outsiders,” Fidel said gruffly. “As long as two council members were present to witness, we could provide outsiders with information.”
I pushed the oddities from my mind, trying to refocus. “Does that mean you can give us access to the ship?”
Yamil shook her head. “That would require a council vote.”
“And agreement from all ten of them?” Alessia added.
Yamil nodded.
Alessia sucked air between her teeth. “We’re trying to track down the man who killed that guard. Your guard. Your own citizen. We’ll take nothing, cause no damage. We’re just trying to stop-”
“You’ll need council approval,” Fidel interrupted.
“How do we get that?”
Yamil looked to Fidel and wrinkled her nose. “I’ll get word out to the eastern side if you send people to the north. Get them together tomorrow night?”
Fidel bowed his head. “Agreed.”
“Tomorrow?” The words left my mouth tasting of relief.
“Around sunset.” Yamil smiled. “Put your case to the council. If all ten approve, then you can go ahead.”
“And if one says no?” Alessia asked, pulling back one side of her mouth.
Yamil let out a small chuckle. “Then bad luck.”
——————————————————————————
We returned to the boat and waited. We watched as the sun pushed across the sky, fell, and rose again. All the while, in the distance, that vessel loomed over us, calling me like a beacon.
Some connection to Sannaz was right there. Though, I also knew that something else pulled me towards that boat. The connection to the old world.
I spent the day staring at the ancient boat the way a child might study a present, trying to figure out its contents and its purpose from the outside, knowing I would always have to wait till it was unwrapped.
As evening came we trekked across the island to our appointment. The headquarters looked like a large barn: two storeys tall, and no longer than the length of Alessia’s boat. There were no signs outside, no lavish windows, no murals. Just two large wooden doors the same colour as the walls.
The inside was the same four wooden walls surrounding a stone floor. Looking up, I could see the evening sky through thin cracks in the woods. Near the far end, a couple of planks had half-rotted away, their ends broken off. Thin strands of wood dangled above the floor revealing a perfect window to the arriving starscape. Below the spot, there was a darkened patch of the stone where a decade of rain water had left a permanent stain.
“Welcome,” said Fidel, noticing us enter. “Please, have a seat.” He pointed to a patch of dusty stone floor to his left.
The rest of the council sat in a circle. There were no seats. Some sat on the floor, one or two had brought cushions with them, another sat on an upturned log.
As we joined, Fidel began the meeting. “All ten council members are here. Yotese Over Haven was founded on the principle that all islanders from all ten villages are equal in power. No one should be compelled to go along with anything they do not approve of. We move as one or not at all.” He lowered his head and looked around the circle. “As per the guidelines we’ll open the floor for discussion topics before we move to dignitary business. Are there any proposals?”
One woman raised her hand slowly. “I’d like to propose sending a group to look into trading with Eglowe Needles. They may be in need of timber and we have plenty.”
“You do,” I heard Yamil mutter under her breath. The room ignored her.
“Very well,” Fidel replied. “Those in favor of debating this topic raise your hand.” Seven hands went up. Three stayed down.
“No consensus,” Fidel announced. “Next.”
Yamil raised an arm like a bolt. “I’d like to rediscuss repairs to the southern village.”
A few of the circle sighed. One man groaned.
“Those in favor of debating this topic raise your hand.”
Eight went up.
“No consensus.”
Yamil’s hand immediately raised again. “In that case I’d like to rediscuss the replacement of livestock in the Southern village.” The words were fast, repeated to instinct.
“Again?” one man moaned.
Yamil’s eyes bulged in his direction, reaching out to attack. “Yes. And I’ll keep proposing it until we discuss it.”
Fidel held up a palm to try and calm the mood. “Those in favor of debating this topic raise your hand.”
Eight hands raised. Yamil stared at the detractors, her head shaking from side to side, biting her lip.
“No consensus. Any other proposals?”
The room went quiet, stewing in the uneasy and dusty air.
Fidel seemed to count in his head until enough time had passed. “Very well. As was agreed by this council thirty-three years ago, dignitaries of foreign nations do not need to propose a topic and can present to the council. Therefore, I would like to ask our guests to speak.”
I stood up, unsure of the correct protocol, and nodded to the council members. Then, piece by piece, I laid out our story. We believed the ship would help us find a dangerous man, a man who had already attacked three islands and could hurt many more, a man who had already murdered one of their own. I tried to keep my voice passive, keep my own losses - Lachlann, Thomas - out of the story. Keep to what was pertinent to the room, not to me.
Fidel nodded and took a deep breath. “Those who wish to open the floor to questions, raise your hands.”
A smattering of hands raised. Maybe half. Too few.
“No consensus. Then we move to the vote. Those in favor of granting access to the ship raise your hand.”
I watched as hands raised. Yamil gave a limp raise of her arm quickly. Fidel followed slowly, but with a straight elbow. One by one I could see the machinations of those on the fence eventually lift their hand to the sky. Then I looked to the woman to my left. Her head was lowered, her hands in her lap. She didn’t move.
Then across the circle I saw Yamil lower her hand. “I withdraw my vote,” she said.
“What?” I called out. “You invited us here.”
“I’m going to ask you to remain silent during voting.” Fidel spoke calmly, looking round the circle. “Eight for. Two against. No consensus.”
“We need to get in there,” I interrupted. “People’s lives could be in danger.”
“The matter has been discussed,” Fidel waved his arm dismissively. He returned to a more formal voice. “The meeting is adjourned. Thank you for coming everyone.”
“No. Please. Vote again.”
“We voted. There was no consensus.”
“Eight of you said we could go. Yamil was fine too to start with, that’s nine.”
“There was no consensus.” Fidel repeated slowly, as though I had merely not understood.
“Can’t you use some common sense? At least give us an explanation.” I could feel Aslessia place a hand on my arm, pulling me away. I shirked it off.
“There was no consensus.”
I walked towards Fidel, getting in his eyeline. “What now then? What are we supposed to do?”
“Now?” He lifted an eyebrow. “You leave.”

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I waited for something to happen. My knees bent and my eyes gazed across the dunes waiting to run. But beyond the sound of the swaying bell and the water trickling out to sea, everything was still.
“You know what’s happening?” I called out to Alessia, still monitoring the tops of the dunes.
Alessia paused, then huffed. “No. I see nothing.” I heard her take a few steps through the sand towards me. “That bell does nothing.”
I walked towards the guard, shouting so I’d be heard over the metal clanging next to his ear. “What’s happening? What’s the bell for?”
“All visitors must report to the council headquarters. You can find the council headquarters on the western side of the island.”
I let out a hot breath of anger and turned away. “We can sit here all day listening to the ringing or go somewhere else.”
Alessia cocked her head. “Maybe we should go find this council office. He seems keen on us going there.”
I rolled my eyes and began trudging back up the dune away from the small river and the alluring artefact behind us. I leaned my head down, concentrating on each step, watching my feet sink into the soft sand on every step, grains tumbling down the slope in my wake. Half-way through the grind, I glanced forward to see a man silhouetted in the bright light of the sun.
I squinted until I could make out the details. His face was lined with thick wrinkles, and he had a mop of loose grey curls that fell to the base of his neck. A loose beige shirt with sleeves too long for his arms hung loosely across his thin frame.
Stretching out a hand, I tapped Alessia on the shoulder. She stopped and looked up. “Can we help you?”
“You will need to wait till two representatives are present,” the man replied in a firm but croaky voice.
“Two representatives?” I looked between the man and the guard at the bottom of the dune. “It looks like we have that.” I pointed between them.
“You will need to wait till two representatives are present.”
My eyes sealed shut with frustration. “Is that all you’ve got to say?”
He was silent for a second. Then, “You will need to wait till two representatives are present.”
“No. Sorry.” I leaned over and placed a hand on Alessia’s arm pulling her forward. “Done with this.” I turned slightly away from the man, cutting a path past him to the left.
He responded, pacing along the top of the dune to intercept us. He held out his arms so that the sleeves of his baggy shirt draped like a cloak “You will need to wait till two representatives are present.”
I tensed my cheeks, ensuring they only opened so far as to not scream. “If it’s fine with you, we’re going to find someone who can actually speak.” I tried to walk around him, but he sidestepped to cut me off.
“You will need to wait till two representatives are present.” He glanced over our shoulders and nodded.
Turning, I could see a woman on the other side of the dune. She was younger, with short, clipped strawberry-blonde hair.
“Is she another representative? Can we talk now?”
“You will need to wait till two representatives are present.”
I raised my arms in protest. “There’s three of you now,” I shouted.
The man turned to his left and called out as loudly as his elderly lungs could. “Yamil, hurry up if you can. They’re getting restless.”
My eyes bulged. “So you can talk.”
“You will need to wait till two representatives are present.”
My arms tensed and my hands wrung with anger as the man stood his ground in front of us.
“Just wait,” Alessia sighed, her shoulders slumped. “See what happens.”
We watched the woman descend the dunes, cross the stream, and then slowly climb the other side towards us. It was a long, awkward wait, watching her trudge through soft sands, the three of us standing in silence.
Finally, she got close enough for the man to exhale and his body relax. “Thank you for waiting. We need both members present to hold a conversation.”
“Why-“ I cut myself off. “Wait. There’s a body. A body down there. In the sand-“
“We know,” said the man in a calm but resigned tone.
“Who is it?” Alessia asked..
“The former guard,” the woman, Yamil, said as she arrived. “Few months ago a man arrived on the island and shot him. He wanted to get to the ship.”
I raised my eyebrows and looked to Alessia. “Sannaz?”
She nodded, turning to face the ship and the current guard, now returned to their relaxed position. “He’s been dead for months? Why didn’t you move him?”
“We couldn’t agree on what to do with him,” the man nodded calmly.
“Bury them? Cremate them?” I blinked rapidly. “Something?”
“The Council considered all those options.” The man gave the same accompanying nod. “But we couldn’t come to an agreement.”
“The Council?”
“There are ten villages on the island,” Yamil said, folding her arms. “Each one sends one person to the council.”
“And the council couldn’t decide on what to do with a dead body? So you just…” I looked back down at the patch of sand - too far away to make out the hand in any detail, but I was certain I could see the point where the bone poked through the surface. “…left him?”
“We took a vote.” The man turned to Yamil, checking for her confirmation. “Eight for burial, one for cremation, one for placing them in plain sight as a warning. That right?”
“Yes, Fidel,” Yamil replied.
My eyes narrowed, the brows meeting at the bridge of my nose. “Why didn’t you go with the vote?”
“We didn’t agree,” Fidel responded with equal confusion.
Yamil stepped in. “If we don’t all agree, then we don’t go ahead. Everyone has to agree.” Her face flinched slightly as she spoke.
“It’s the only way to stop the majority taking advantage of everyone. If we all have to agree then one-half can’t take advantage of the other half.” Fidel puffed his chest, recalling an old mantra.
I could feel a familiar heat in my veins, and I tried to temper it as I spoke. “You get together. You discuss something. And if any one of you disagrees, you do nothing.”
“Correct.” The nod seemed more enthusiastic.
“And you couldn’t tell us that till now because…?”
Yamil responded in a dour monotone. “Regular citizens aren’t allowed to speak to people from outside the island. They could do things or say things that would be only in their own interests.”
“What’s good for one person - what might even be good for the majority - can still harm some,” Fidel preached. “We must protect those who otherwise would have no voice. Here, everyone has a voice. Everyone is protected.”
I thought of the bones poking through the sand, but I said nothing.
Alessia let out a quiet, almost inaudible grumble. “So how come you can speak to us? Where’s the rest of the council?”
“We understand that at some point someone has to speak to outsiders,” Fidel said gruffly. “As long as two council members were present to witness, we could provide outsiders with information.”
I pushed the oddities from my mind, trying to refocus. “Does that mean you can give us access to the ship?”
Yamil shook her head. “That would require a council vote.”
“And agreement from all ten of them?” Alessia added.
Yamil nodded.
Alessia sucked air between her teeth. “We’re trying to track down the man who killed that guard. Your guard. Your own citizen. We’ll take nothing, cause no damage. We’re just trying to stop-”
“You’ll need council approval,” Fidel interrupted.
“How do we get that?”
Yamil looked to Fidel and wrinkled her nose. “I’ll get word out to the eastern side if you send people to the north. Get them together tomorrow night?”
Fidel bowed his head. “Agreed.”
“Tomorrow?” The words left my mouth tasting of relief.
“Around sunset.” Yamil smiled. “Put your case to the council. If all ten approve, then you can go ahead.”
“And if one says no?” Alessia asked, pulling back one side of her mouth.
Yamil let out a small chuckle. “Then bad luck.”
——————————————————————————
We returned to the boat and waited. We watched as the sun pushed across the sky, fell, and rose again. All the while, in the distance, that vessel loomed over us, calling me like a beacon.
Some connection to Sannaz was right there. Though, I also knew that something else pulled me towards that boat. The connection to the old world.
I spent the day staring at the ancient boat the way a child might study a present, trying to figure out its contents and its purpose from the outside, knowing I would always have to wait till it was unwrapped.
As evening came we trekked across the island to our appointment. The headquarters looked like a large barn: two storeys tall, and no longer than the length of Alessia’s boat. There were no signs outside, no lavish windows, no murals. Just two large wooden doors the same colour as the walls.
The inside was the same four wooden walls surrounding a stone floor. Looking up, I could see the evening sky through thin cracks in the woods. Near the far end, a couple of planks had half-rotted away, their ends broken off. Thin strands of wood dangled above the floor revealing a perfect window to the arriving starscape. Below the spot, there was a darkened patch of the stone where a decade of rainwater had left a permanent stain.
“Welcome,” said Fidel, noticing us enter. “Please, have a seat.” He pointed to a patch of dusty stone floor to his left.
The rest of the council sat in a circle. There were no seats. Some sat on the floor, one or two had brought cushions with them, another sat on an upturned log.
As we joined, Fidel began the meeting. “All ten council members are here. Yotese Over Haven was founded on the principle that all islanders from all ten villages are equal in power. No one should be compelled to go along with anything they do not approve of. We move as one or not at all.” He lowered his head and looked around the circle. “As per the guidelines we’ll open the floor for discussion topics before we move to dignitary business. Are there any proposals?”
One woman raised her hand slowly. “I’d like to propose sending a group to look into trading with Eglowe Needles. They may be in need of timber and we have plenty.”
“You do,” I heard Yamil mutter under her breath. The room ignored her.
“Very well,” Fidel replied. “Those in favor of debating this topic raise your hand.” Seven hands went up. Three stayed down.
“No consensus,” Fidel announced. “Next.”
Yamil raised an arm like a bolt. “I’d like to rediscuss repairs to the southern village.”
A few of the circle sighed. One man groaned.
“Those in favor of debating this topic raise your hand.”
Eight went up.
“No consensus.”
Yamil’s hand immediately raised again. “In that case I’d like to rediscuss the replacement of livestock in the Southern village.” The words were fast, repeated to instinct.
“Again?” one man moaned.
Yamil’s eyes bulged in his direction, reaching out to attack. “Yes. And I’ll keep proposing it until we discuss it.”
Fidel held up a palm to try and calm the mood. “Those in favor of debating this topic raise your hand.”
Eight hands raised. Yamil stared at the detractors, her head shaking from side to side, biting her lip.
“No consensus. Any other proposals?”
The room went quiet, stewing in the uneasy and dusty air.
Fidel seemed to count in his head until enough time had passed. “Very well. As was agreed by this council thirty-three years ago, dignitaries of foreign nations do not need to propose a topic and can present to the council. Therefore, I would like to ask our guests to speak.”
I stood up, unsure of the correct protocol, and nodded to the council members. Then, piece by piece, I laid out our story. We believed the ship would help us find a dangerous man, a man who had already attacked three islands and could hurt many more, a man who had already murdered one of their own. I tried to keep my voice passive, keep my own losses - Lachlann, Thomas - out of the story. Keep to what was pertinent to the room, not to me.
Fidel nodded and took a deep breath. “Those who wish to open the floor to questions, raise your hands.”
A smattering of hands raised. Maybe half. Too few.
“No consensus. Then we move to the vote. Those in favor of granting access to the ship raise your hand.”
I watched as hands raised. Yamil gave a limp raise of her arm quickly. Fidel followed slowly, but with a straight elbow. One by one I could see the machinations of those on the fence eventually lift their hand to the sky. Then I looked to the woman to my left. Her head was lowered, her hands in her lap. She didn’t move.
Then across the circle I saw Yamil lower her hand. “I withdraw my vote,” she said.
“What?” I called out. “You invited us here.”
“I’m going to ask you to remain silent during voting.” Fidel spoke calmly, looking round the circle. “Eight for. Two against. No consensus.”
“We need to get in there,” I interrupted. “People’s lives could be in danger.”
“The matter has been discussed,” Fidel waved his arm dismissively. He returned to a more formal voice. “The meeting is adjourned. Thank you for coming everyone.”
“No. Please. Vote again.”
“We voted. There was no consensus.”
“Eight of you said we could go. Yamil was fine too to start with, that’s nine.”
“There was no consensus.” Fidel repeated slowly, as though I had merely not understood.
“Can’t you use some common sense? At least give us an explanation.” I could feel Aslessia place a hand on my arm, pulling me away. I shirked it off.
“There was no consensus.”
I walked towards Fidel, getting in his eyeline. “What now then? What are we supposed to do?”
“Now?” He lifted an eyebrow. “You leave.”

This is in Florida. I’m buying a used car from private party and I need to go to the bank to pay off their loan. But it takes a few business days to get the title and it’s a 1.75 hr drive to where they live. so I’m trying to use POA (power of attorney) to let me sign for her to transfer the title at a dmv in my hometown.
I don’t think they can get the title ahead of time because I haven’t looked at the car yet/agreed to buy it (even though I probably will)
My question is, will power of attorney work in this case e.g. her giving me power of attorney to later on sign for her to transfer the title over to me at the dmv?
If not, she offered to drive the title over to me later, which I assume would be alright as long as I have the bill of sale and her info…I’d assume she can’t just take the title and take my money (in theory)?
Thanks in advance for the help.

A couple of months ago I was looking for a new job, so I applied for a bunch of different things on indeed that seemed like a good option. I also had sales experience from my previous job, so a couple of jobs I applied to were sales related. I get called back from this company which was basically a marketing agency, and the woman on the phone sets up an interview time for me.
Fast forward to my interview, it was located in this nice office space downtown, and the inside had a really nice industrial feel to it, and very businesslike. There was a table there with 5-6 associates who had already been hired and we’re waiting for their orientation. I got the chance to meet them while I was waiting for my interview, and got to know a bit about their background and what they were like. Everybody was new to sales, but they all seemed so excited to be there in this office in their business-casual outfits. I kind of felt bad for them afterwards.
Anyways I go in the office for my interview, and the lady probably asked me like 1 question, then went on this big spiel about how much you can earn at the company, how easy it is to move up, and how they train you for management and lead your own team. She even told me that we could win an incentive trip down south and acted like it was a big deal. In my head I was thinking like okay this is a presentation for an MLM because it was really ticking all the boxes, and the product I was selling wasn’t really clear tbh. They would just keep saying we work with big brand retailers to sell their product. Once she mentioned that there would be door2door sales trying to sell Rogers packages I knew I wasn’t taking this job anyways. But of course she did offer me the job later that day, so I asked if she would sent me the contract for me to review it and she said she would send the acceptance letter, kinda dodgy, but I never heard from that company again.
Fast forward a couple months, and my boyfriend is also looking for a job. He had an interview with a marketing agency, that listed their salary on indeed from $40,000 - $70,000/year. When he went in the interview he said that the guy basically gave him a presentation and he just listened nodding his head because the interviewer didn’t ask him any questions about himself. It was door2door sales and he was really trying to hype that up, and said that some people make $1000/per day selling $200 packages. He also kept using language like “if you’re new to sales” which my bf explicitly said he isn’t. There was also a big emphasis on the fact that you can move up in the company really fast.
Also, both jobs were 100% commission based. The only difference with my company was that they start you off on an hourly rate until you’re making more money in commission. Then no more hourly rate.

i decided i no longer love them.
i'm in northern canada. been living in yurts for a few winters now (not summers, which is probably when they're nicer for this climate!). renting, since i made sure to experience them extensively before getting my own. it's been mild this month, -20s to just around freezing kind of temps, much colder in the deeper winter periods.
i decided i don't like yurts anymore because of my broken sleep. the yurt isn't mine, mind you--i'd have more insulation in this one if it were--but i'm just plain tired of getting up to tend the fire in the night, else risk the pain of getting bone-chilled. don't get me wrong, i adore tending fires in the DAY. i'm just becoming a bit of a comfort lover! sort of, i mean, i don't ask for much. i do actually like when i wake up to just a mildly cold yurt. being warm and toasty under covers while breathing -5c air is kind of lovely to me. i'm a hide tanner and my hides are pretty good. but i'm not a human that generates a lot of heat on my own. and i haaate waking up genuinely COLD, with my hips all stiff and tight (i'm not even old!). and i hate sleep disruptions just as much.
my new thought is, i want a wood stove in a natural building, with walls that retain the warmth and radiate it back to me. and sure, yes, i'll live outside in a canvas tent or in just my sleeping bag in the warmer half of the year, to get my close-to-land fix. i am not a reindeer, and if i've got to have walls at all, they've got to be good at their job, darnit!
i'm also becoming very wary of the vinyl & other artificial materials used in the wall materials of most commercially produced yurts. i don't want to be breathing in the stuff they give off. further, cotton canvas for a structure that's standing in one place medium- or long-term just isn't suitable for this part of the world. our winters are more wet and humid. you will notice, these aspects are actually those that have been changed from the original, traditional geyurt context. who'd have thought?
also, a last note----some municipalities more south of me have absolutely stupid new rules now re: wood stove size relative to yurt size. the dummies don't realize how quickly even insulated yurts can lose heat, and they think the larger stoves are a fire hazard. bah. they have obviously never been inside on in any sustained period of -30s or colder.
so this is where i stand. i thought i would write this out so that it can help someone out. the idea of yurts as affordable, easy-to-assemble housing is a good one, but it may not work for your context. i was as set on them as anyone could be, even after my first winter. i know a few folks around here who also live in them. now, three winters in? i'm a little tired. i want a little more comfort after all. haha!

It's on a mega sale right now for 15 bucks which is probably closer to what it's actually worth. I've heard the single player part is a joke so the main reason I'd wanna get this is cause it sounds fun to make a short 5'7 dude fast af with steals and 3 shooting with the builder without having to use the dumbass pie charts like in 22 (first one I got and I wish I wouldn't have) and play online. Is that 1. Possible to get vc in online games like how 22 was? And 2. Even worth really getting? Or should I just wait to see if 24 or the next ones are any good?

I am starting my solar project and have plenty of questions. It's pretty obvious that there are some very knowledgeable people on this sub, and I am not one of them. I'm looking for good sources for both materials and information and opinions for my project, especially things that will save me from the larger errors.
The basic system idea is solar with enough batteries to smooth things out for daytime use, with fail over back to mains when voltage/output drops, and then a final failover to generator when the hurricane hits. Not sure how to integrate solar and generator during longer term power outages. I am not going off grid and don't mind that solar drops back to mains later in the day.
I can yard mount or roof mount the panels, although roof mount is potentially risky in a hurricane, and risky relative to the insurance company. Yard mount is risky if something hits the panels. I looked into some hurricane results, and the array in Puerto Rico survived because it was flat mounted on a flat roof - a different scenario.
I want to do this right, and I'm not trying to do it on a dollar and a prayer, although I do want to control the costs where reasonable, and to get whatever tax advantages are available.
I understand the basics and I can rough design the system, but I don't know this world, and much of what I have seen has not impressed me so far. (I'm not trying to pay off my house and get a new MBZ on the savings if I sell back to I am starting my solar project and have plenty of questions. It's pretty obvious that there are some very knowledgeable people on this sub, and I am not one of them. I'm looking for good sources for both materials and information and opinions for my project, especially things that will save me from the larger errors.
The basic system idea is solar with enough batteries to smooth things out for daytime use, with fail over back to mains when voltage/output drops, and then a final failover to generator when the hurricane hits. Not sure how to integrate solar and generator during longer term power outages. I am not going off grid and don't mind that solar drops back to mains later in the day.
I can yard mount or roof mount the panels, although roof mount is potentially risky in a hurricane, and risky relative to the insurance company. Yard mount is risky if something hits the panels. I looked into some hurricane results, and the array in Puerto Rico survived because it was flat mounted on a flat roof - a different scenario.
I want to do this right, and I'm not trying to do it on a dollar and a prayer, although I do want to control the costs where reasonable, and to get whatever tax advantages are available.
I understand the basics , I can rough design the system, and I am capable enough to install it, but I don't know this world, and much of what I have seen has not impressed me so far. (I'm not trying to pay off my house and get a new MBZ on the savings if I sell back to the grid….;). This sub, unlike many of the subs on Reddit, seems populated by folks who actually know what they are talking about.
Any tips, sources, links etc. will be greatly appreciated, and if there is something on this sub that I've overlooked, I can use that too. I have talked to some sales people, but so far that has been a non-event, which is what pointed me to DIY in the first place.
For now this is DIY, although I could change my mind and have someone take it over, but I at least want to know what I am talking about.
Thanks to all.

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The remake of Silent Hill 2, which the Bloober Team is working on, is technically ready, but the decision on the debut date lies with the partners, Piotr Babieno, the company's president, told PAP Biznes. By 2027, Bloober Team wants to become the leader of the horror genre in the global video game sector.
"Silent Hill 2 is technically ready. It does not mean that the game is finished, but we are close. However, the issue of the release schedule lies with our partners, what the promotion will look like and when the title will debut is not directly in our hands" - he told PAP Business president of Bloober Team Piotr Babieno.
“The new strategy is an evolution, not a revolution from the Bloober 2.0 strategy. We are slowly moving away from environmental storytelling in favor of games that will be based on mechanics recognizable to a wide consumer" - he added.
Babieno pointed out that market research shows that the games that Bloober Team has created so far had a sales ceiling of 2 million copies, while survival horror has a higher bar, at the level of several million copies.
"You can assume that 10 million copies sold is a reach that will be real for us soon," said Babieno.
One of the main goals of the new Bloober 3.0 strategy announced in March is to lead the company to the position of the leader of the horror genre in the video game industry by 2027. "To be the best horror house we have to focus on more publishing activity and have more projects than one game every year and a half, two years. That is why the second pillar of Bloober's strategy is based on cooperation with strategic partners,” said the president.
“We want our titles to be not only milestones for the genre in the future, but also for the entire industry. We've said many times that our goal is where Naughty Dogs or Ninja Theory are," he added. Bloober Team, like Naughty Dogg, wants to promote its games using transmedia, thanks to which elements of fiction are distributed through various media platforms, creating a coordinated and unified experience for the recipient. After the premiere of the series on the HBO MAX platform in January, sales of The Last of Us Part 1 - the first part of the game, rebuilt for PlaySataion 5, increased by 238% in the UK.
“We want to implement horror-game, horror-film, series and book projects, but not entirely and directly through us. We want them to be based on cooperation. We are also not afraid of M&A transactions, but it is not our intention to take over companies that are simply large or popular. Such an entity must have our DNA and fit into Bloober's long-term strategy," he said. "Today, cinema suffers from a lack of innovative ideas, which is largely due to conservativeness, and the most interesting ideas in recent years, whether narrative or technical, come from gaming" - he added. In October 2022, Bloober Team announced that together with Platige Image they will create a series based on The Medium, a game released by Bloober Team in January 2021.
Piotr Babieno draws attention to the potential of the development of virtual reality for the horror genre. He added, however, that a port of the game to VR hardware alone is not enough, because the game must be either an adaptation or a redesigned project to be successful on this platform. “VR is the long-term future of horror. Horror is a genre that relies on immersion just like virtual reality. Looking at the increasingly available, more powerful and cheaper VR equipment, one can say that we are almost on the eve of a broadly understood immersive revolution" - he said.
“But you have to remember that making a VR port of the game doesn't solve the problem. We did two VR ports with Incuvo and we're happy with them, but they were still just ports for us, not full-fledged adaptations," he added. Babieno announced that VR remains in the company's sphere of interest. “VR is important to us. Our partners urge us to such projects, but we do not want another port, but an innovative product, aware of its medium, speaking the language of virtual reality. I am convinced that before 2027 we will achieve success in this field,” he said.
Bloober Team is an independent developer specializing in creating psychological horror video games. Bloober Team assumes basing a long-term strategy on three pillars: creating psychological horror games with elements of action, expansion through cooperation with specialized partners and creative freedom of the team. So far, the company has focused primarily on showing the unique history through the so-called. “environmental storytelling”. In future productions, the action will be in the foreground, through which the studio will tell its stories, which will significantly increase their sales potential.
Currently, the company is working on two large productions - Silent Hill 2 with Konami and Project C - a game on its own IP in cooperation with Private Division (Take-Two Interactive). In addition to the two main titles, Bloober also cooperates with e.g. with Anshar studios in Layers of Fear, with Draw Distance in project M, with Rouge Games in project F. Currently, the company employs over 230 people and has recently moved its headquarters to the new Fabryczna Office Park complex in Krakow. Bloober Team also has its own Motion Capture studio in Krakow and is opening an office in Warsaw. In addition, a new office in Los Angeles is planned to open in the second half of the year. The company also intends to move to the main floor of the Warsaw Stock Exchange this year.
Maciej Białobrzeski (PAP Biznes) mcb/ p

> Full name of the product up for sale - COOLER MASTER MH650
> Condition of the item - Brand New ( not even used for 1 day)
> Date of purchase - 20 March 2023 and 2-year warranty remains (replacement period till 28 march)
> Picture of the invoice - gdrive link below:-
https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1I-PhfOYevwHxJN-5lQ-Y5qnM8R7eefg_?usp=share_link
> Location of sale - Mumbai, Maharashtra.
> Mode of shipping - No Shipping
> Clear pictures of the item with Reddit username and timestamp uploaded on Imgur - https://imgur.com/a/NCdHXcM
> Reason for selling. - idk, I already have wireless headphone and i realize i dont really need another headphone
> Expected Price - 3K Non Negotiable

It’s my birthday today. My bf dropped off a gift earlier in the week to unwrap. Previously, I had straight up told him I wanted something meaningful for birthday gifts like a necklace or jewelry piece rather than something functional.
Earlier last month, I was saying I may get myself a kettle bell for at home workouts and left it like that.
My mom is pretty toxic and she constantly is telling me I need to lose weight. I’ve also had boyfriends who have bought me workout gear to tell me that I needed to work on my body.
I unwrap the gift and what do I see? A 150 dollar kettle bell that uses a dial to change its weight. I couldn’t help but get upset and cry.
Later that day, my boyfriend is at Costco and he calls me to tells me he’s purchased 3k worth of kettle bells to sell because they were on sale for less than half. He later came to my apartment to store some in my storage unit.
My question to everyone is, do I have a right to feel this way? I already told him I did not like the gift but on top of that, him buying the same thing he got me to buy in bulk to sell felt terrible. I know he’ll turn it into good profit but it felt so odd that he didn’t plan anything.

I have a plethora of devices for emulation, from Xperia Play to a yet not received RG353V (bought yesterday on Anbernic sales).
PS5000, RGB10S, GPi Case, Miyoo Mini, RG35XX (broken screen), FC3000, a dedicated Android phone with a Gamesir X2, a Saitake 7007F to play on my daily driver phone.
I'm selling the PS5000 and the RGB10S, gave my Myioo Mini to my son, the broken RG35XX lays on a drawer, and I will keep the GPi Case, the Xperia Play and the FC3000 as collectibles (I still use the 3, by the way).
I regret buying the RG353V and I will sell it just before it arrives, BUT... I have an itch to get a RP3+ just to play PSP, N64 and some GC, PS2 and light Switch games. I currently playing all of this on my phones, but like you know, it not compared to a dedicated device. I didn't pull the trigger yet due some worries, like:
"it's capable to play games like Shadow of the Colossus (PS2) or Metroid Prime (GC) in some way (low resolution and eventual slowdowns aren't a problem)?"
"I could play 2D Switch games on it, like The Messenger, Scott Pilgrim, Blasphemous, Axiom Verge 2, Astalon, etc?"
"How is it comparable to my daily driver SD845 phone, which runs everything I mentioned in a reasonable way?"
My gaming phone is an overclocked SD865, so I'll have the option to play most demanding games at home, but I expect the RP3+ could fill the gap of my SD845 phone when I'm out. The RP3+ it's not much bigger than my BT controller, and this way I could save my phone's battery too, but I fear to buy another device just for the hype and not using it for anything that my other dedicated devices aren't doing already.
EDIT: the AYN Odin would be the perfect solution, but not an option due price+availability in my country.