u/AerofixerB1

So this one feels like a first.

Trying to print some TPU again on my S1. Disconnect ACE and break sensor, loaded TPU into print head manually, hit "extract" on the filament screen and verified filament is flowing properly, select my file to be printed, BANG immediate 10107 Code.

I have tried every configuration I feel like i can use. I've tried power cycles, ive tried plugging break sensor back in and inserting a dummy strand of filament. Im now to the point where ive take then print head apart to verify no broken pieces inside there and everything seems fine. Filament goes through print head just fine.

Anyone run into this scenario before? Is there something im missing?

Weird thing is ive printed with TPU before already and didnt have an issue.

Thanks

So i separated from the Air Force almost 4 years ago now, and just want to get this off my chest, because as of recently I feel like ive just been getting gut punch after gut punch to my life. And im sorry this post is gonna be all over the place. Im not the greatest writer.

I went into the service right out of high school and initially tried being myself hoping I would make new friends, but unfortunately I was just an outcast. I didnt make any friends during basic (i haven't talked to anyone from my flight since tech school, accept for one guy I talked to briefly when I ran into him on a deployment) and even all through tech school I didnt really make any friends. This carried on into my 8 years of service. Was made the outcast in my shop the entire 8 years i was in, was always friendly with people but those friendships never really stuck. And once I got out it was like I just faded into the background. 8 years with some of the same guys and when I left its like I never existed. And because of that it makes it hard for me to look at my service sometime and try to have any pride in what I did. Because how can I have pride in something when I feel that if I died tomorrow, if it wasnt for the uniforms that I kept that no one would know i served because you would mention my name and everyone I served with would just ask "who was that again"

One thing that I noticed while I was in is that I would try to be myself. I would try to tell stories about my life. And every time I opened my mouth to tell my coworkers about my life I could just feel the energy getting drained from the room. People lost interest so fast, and because of this i just started not talking anymore. Because what would be the point in telling everyone about my life if my jokes wouldn't land and my stories would be so boring that people would just look at me and just grit their teeth and just wait for me to stop talking.

Why does all that matter. Well because its all just turned me into this shell that tries to get through life now. All the things I adapted myself to do in the service have just carried over into my everyday life. I feel like most of the relationships I had with all my family and friends from high school completely faded. I left, and everyone moved on, and when i came back I tried picking things back up where it left off and I couldn't. For example:

1. My younger brother went through elementary school, middle school, and graduated high school just as I was getting out of the service, and our relationship is just, weird even to this day. He wont be honest with me about what goes on in his life especially when it comes to girls and stuff and I barely feel like a brother to him, more like an uncle. And it makes me super jealous of my younger sister because he will talk to her about anything and everything. All of the important stuff i wish my brother would talk to me about i have to hear about through my sister.

2. My best friend from high school. We were friends since we were 3 or 4 years old. And when i got back we have always been trying to hang out together as much as possible but of course both our work schedules which are very awkward (neither of us work a standard 8-5 M-F) hinder us from doing that very often. Accept him and his wife are always going on weekend get aways with his other friends and I always mention how im jealous of it and how I would love for me an my wife to go on a weekend getaway with them like that. And we always get the "yeah we should so do it" and nothing ever gets planned and they go off year after year with the other couples and my wife and I are left sitting here wondering why not us. And to make this situation worse for me now is our relationship has been so strained I feel because my wife tried standing up for me because I used to be driving 2 hour round trips 2-3 times a week to hang out with my friend and she wanted my friend and his wife to reciprocate and come down and see us at our house and somehow things were completely misunderstood and it turned into both my friend and his wife being hurt by what my wife said when that wasnt her intention. And my wife even sat down and cried her eyes out apologizing about them being hurt. And I spent the past year ignoring the elephant in the room with that incident and putting in the effort with the friendship trying to help heal that, only for it to get brought up again a year later because my wife dropped by friends work (a public golf course) just to say hi. The message my friends wife sent was like a dagger to my chest because she went into how she's still hurt and how my friend is still hurt and that they dont want my wife dropping by his work unannounced. And I feel like this extends to me because this is my wife and i feel like for this past year whenever I would hang out with my friend or both of them I was just this reminder of my wife and the pain she caused them unintentionally.

I know im rambling. But it all comes back to the same thing. I just feel like im this empty shell now just trying to make it through life. I feel like I have no audience. My wife and I just bought my grandparents house which brought us closer to my friends and family physically but ive never felt more distant... I got chickens for the property and if im honest some days I feel like there my only purpose for getting up and doing something with my day. My dog recently just got hit by a car, and she's still alive but badly cut up and bruised and I just wish I could reach out to my friends for comfort about it, but because of what I mentioned above I feel like i can't do that... and the more I think about all of this the more I just look at how things have been since i got back and I jusy feel like im just a person who tolerated. My jokes dont land. My stories aren't interesting. And I just feel myself retreating deeper into a shell and like no one notices, or cares.