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I was wondering what the best sales role to get into if you live in New York city?

Also shameless plug - I'm looking for a sales job in NYC. 8 years of experience. If anyone knows of a good opportunity and can help refer me Id greatly appreciate it.

When you think "dog" you can't help but see those big seal eyes, those short stumps for legs and that massive personality on a small frame.

Doxins are officially now the #1 dog breed according to me and I love all dogs but there's nothing quite like a doxin.

Huzzah!!

Hi everyone. Sorry if this post isn't proper for this subreddit. I was hoping there's a few NYC lurkers here that have openings for account executives at their company. I have 8 years of extensive sales experience. I've been applying and had a few interviews but they didn't go anywhere.

I have a second interview with a company on Friday but it's out in Melville long island and I was really looking to live in the city.

Does anyone have any opportunities to refer me for an account executive role in NYC? I would greatly appreciate the help in the search process. Thank you in advanced.

It's been very quiet for the last two years. Did I ever know how to begin with?

Hello everyone!

I'm currently in Connecticut and looking for work in NYC so I can move out there as soon as possible. I'm a smart guy with a bachelor's degree in business administration.

I'm looking for a sales role, but I'm open to anything tangentially related. If anyone can help a brother out with any potential opportunities I'd really appreciate it. I can send my resume to anyone interested.

I've been applying on LinkedIn for months and recently started ziprecruiter. Had a few interviews but no offers yet.

If anyone knows of any openings please please let me know. Thank you in advanced and God bless!

Title. I love my analog pocket. But I play a lot of GBA games and I just wish it looked as beautiful as GBC games look on the screen currently so. Like if they had made the console wider or something.

Is there anyway to full screen GBA games on analog pocket? Downloaded games. Not cartridges

Hi, I was curious how the charging speed on miyoo devices are. I have a anbernic RG355H model and it's a great device but battery life is alright but it's charging speed is EXTREMELY slow.

I was considering buying another vertical device and apparently Trimui has the same slow charging issue. Curious how the charging speed on miyoo is.

I own a analog pocket which I love but I want another cheaper vertical with a screen that's better resolution for GBA games

I have an anbernic RG305 or something (the horizontal small one with analog sticks).

The battery life is ok but it's charging speed is extremely slow.

I was looking at the Trimui Brick and was interested in possibly buying one. Can the community verify the battery life and more importantly the charging speed for a full charge? Is it a normal pace or also slow to charge?

This reality is a prison planet. It is foolish to think humans are the top of the food chain.

The way we farm cows and chickens, etc, is the same thing thats happening to us here.

Free will is an illusion designed to give the guise of hope. That hope entices citizens to continue playing the game.

It's like a game of Mario that's impossible to win. But the pretty colors and lights keeps you trying.

I've never been more confident in something in my life.

Everything that's ever been good in my life is provided as context for when it gets taken from me. To make sure the pain is extra painful

Genuinely serious question. Is free will an illusion? Are we being managed the same way Facebook and social media platforms can push our buttons via our specific data points?

Like if your scared of spiders, are archons going to use spiders to keep you from reading that dusty book on the shelf that has the answers to your deepest questions?

If humans have insane amounts of data that they then apply stimuli to to get a certain reaction out of consumers/ citizens - what's stopping a hyper intelligent species from doing that on a more insane scale.

How else do you manage 9 billion humans without constant anarchy?

In my 29 years of life Ive experienced multiple chapters where insanely low probability occurrences happen in succession that seem to override my true desires and will and get me to "sign under duress" so to speak.

To the members of this subreddit have you noticed this too?

It feels like my entire life has been chasing a carrot on a stick. And as soon as my finger grazes whatever desire I have the most the floor opens under me and I have to restart. Like pushing a boulder up a never ending mountain.

Anyone else? Is free will an illusion? Are the people who are happy and succeeding without a hitch (seemingly) just NPCs designed to create the illusion that anything is possible and you're just lacking?

Does the pain ever subside? I feel like I'm the only person this stupid to make such an absolutely dumb mistake. I was on tilt. Contractor destroyed my unit. Couldn't get back to my life. Gave up and figured selling my property was safer than ever dealing with that again. What a mistake. Now I don't have the house and I lost the money. I'm such a moron. It hurts for two years straight.

Bought ORCL August calls with my last 40k back in March in an attempt to reclaim the 200k I started with.

Early June I briefly returned to 200k for one day. Then dumped 60% in a month.

Calls are pretty much worthless. I hate myself.

I literally sold my triplex/ home for 100k. added that to my 100k of investable capital. 200k. lost it all. my home and my cash flow source

After losing my cash flowing triplex/home and 250k capital and being stuck at my mom's house without income and a fraction of the capital. I just want to sleep everyday away.

I was setup to have a great 30s. And everything went arry. I was retired. Fully self sufficient. Full freedom. How does everything go perfectly wrong. Like being struck by lightning 10 times in a row.

How many times have I had to restart my life. Once again I'm here. Been stuck in this state of depression for 2 years now since this happened.

So sick of it all. Feels like my efforts. It'll never work out. Everything always goes wrong. Why can't they always go right?

Luckily have been sober from alcohol for 9 days now. Still feel hopeless though

Apple is garbage. I've owned original air pods. Airpods pro. Both had charge issues. Gently used.

And now my overpriced APMs that I BARELY used and was extremely gentle with. Never used at the gym, have this issue where it won't connect to my phone or reset. It never goes into the white flashing light mode.

I've got them sitting in the freezer currently for fricks sake because that's my only option left that I haven't tried yet.

I swear man, apples quality is terrible. The prices they charge. The prices they charge for repairs. This is insane.

I already know if I go to the genius bar they'll want to charge me $300+ to fix something stupid thats a design flaw and not my fault.

Anyone know a solution to this connection issue / not being able to factory reset the APMs?

Hi Everyone. I hope this message finds you well.

Two years ago I had a crisis that has put me in a less than desirable spot.

Thank God I still have some money to my name and not dead broke. But Im looking for a good paying job that can help me move out of my mother's home and get back on my feet.

I'm a hard worker. Well rounded. Smart. I'm a career salesman. I'm currently located in Connecticut but I'm open to relocating for a good role. And I can cover the relocation expense independently.

I know this is random and embarrassing but I hope there's someone out there who can connect with me and help me with a solid job.

God bless.

Hi everyone.

Two years ago I had a triplex and lived in one unit and basically had a free place to live and covered my essential bills. I had bought the home two years prior at the perfect time. Just before prices and rents went up substantially.

In just two years of ownership the rents for the units were up 80%. A huge win. During that time of ownership I was living off of just the properties income. I had a roommate and two other tenants. That provided me with just $700 a month. That's what I was living off of.

I had quit my job when I purchased the home. Because I have a paralyzed vocal cord. And another day of cold calling and talking to 100 prospects as a salesman was getting on my nerve. And besides who wouldn't rather not work?

So for two years I was scraping by with $700. I was quite lonely. Living in the city and not much money to do things. Not much money to eat anything besides the basics id buy from the grocery store. In fact, every time I visited my tenants unit I'd be shocked by the overflowing amounts of food these section 8 tenants had all over the counters, on top of the fridge and stuffing all their pantries.

I'd come back to my unit after fixing a leak and look at completely empty fridge and cupboards. Very depressing. But at least I had a home and a place to live.

Towards the end of the second year I saw an opportunity emerging in the stock market with AI. I made a 65k investment in SMCI and it rapidly ballooned into 250k. I was absolutely elated.

I had gone thru this song and dance many times before. I knew it was time to take my money and leave the table with that stock.

I saw an opportunity to make money elsewhere with something safer like MCD. But I felt so confident I decided to invest 70k into call options instead. 7 months til expiration. At the money strikes.

I saw an opportunity to avoid SMCI crashing and MCD mooning which would make me another 250k profit. My plan was very simple. Get that extra 250k and buy a condo all cash, move out of the hood and rent out my unit. This would substantially increase my monthly cash flow allowing me to finally eat and spend money. And would get me into a nicer area to live.

So I bought the calls and waited two months for mcd to finally pop off like I expected. And just three days before the stock finally took off, the pressure of life got to me. Mistreatment by friends, ex girlfriends and on top of that my mom was holding a grenade with SMCI. she never follows my advice when I give it to her. For 10 years she doubts me and does the exact opposite. I told her about smci before I made the money. And instead she said fuck that and then bought it at the top.

I spent a few weeks worried she was about to lose everything. What if she loses her house?

Long story short, doubted myself last second. Sold mcd calls for a loss. Switched to SMCI out of greed or maybe hoping I could control her losses by being involved. Makes no sense. Idk.

We both lost a fortune. I lost 150k in 1 month I believe. Smci of course got investigated for fraud. Awesome. Just my luck. I had avoided the stock for 4 months, and jumped back in with margin 2-3 days before it absolutely imploded.

And just as that occurred I sat there and watched mcd do exactly what I expected. And missed out on 250k there. It felt like a year of work and isolation were completely wasted. I was totally depressed.

Simultaneously I had a simple wall to patch in my unit. I needed it fixed so I could find a roommate and get some cash flow going now that I lost that money. I wasn't even dead broke either. I had plenty of equity in the home and still 160k of liquidity. But I went into a panic as I felt maybe God was punishing me for a fallout that had recently occurred between my friend and I. I told him I hope he failed.

I let this get to my head. And once again self sabotaged myself. Like a fool.

I hired a licensed contractor to make sure the simple patch was handled appropriately. I had to make sure I didn't have any more bullshit to deal with as my emotional battery was practically empty during this month of stock losses and friend losses.

Of course the contractor with just my luck proceeds to demo my entire living room. Destroyed three walls. Window trim and trim and baseboards and floor boards. A project that he told me would take 3 days took a while month. My patience was going out the roof. I was sleeping on my mom's floor waiting for the construction to be over so I could get back to my life.

Once it was over, the end results were so horrible that I genuinely wish I had just left the water damage on the wall as it was because it looked substantially better before this fucking moron stepped foot in my house.

I don't know what the fuck that guy was thinking when he did that bullshit work. I don't know how God allows so much negative coincidences either.

The next day after it was finally completed I was intending to go home and clean up the mess he left behind. My floors were fucked. My furniture was covered in dust from the demo. I had a lot of work to do before I could find this damn roommate like I originally intended.

But no, of course my mom is totally oblivious to crisis I'm dealing with all month. Completely uncaring to what I'm dealing with. She wakes me up the morning I intended to ask her for a ride home (my desk and computer were temporarily at her house and wouldn't fit in my car). She wakes me up and tells me we're going to the beach.

This lady never goes to the beach. Now all of a sudden she wants to go to the beach. Ok fine. So I go to the beach. She invites my uncle, a prick who is a sore loser with the stock market. I will mention a stock 10 years ago, he will blindly buy at the top, lose a bunch of money, and never let it go. He will remind me for years about it. That's why I told my mom to PROMISE ME not to tell him about SMCI.

Guess what my mom did? She told him. Guess who lost a bunch of money? He did.

The entire car ride to the beach with my mom and my uncle, my uncle knows I'm dealing with house issues this month. And he's trying to get me to blindly sell my home. Just sell it he says. I tell him, no why the hell would I do that. I need somewhere to live and I always need cash flow. I'm not selling.

I get to the beach and I bee line to my mom and tell her for maybe the 5th time that month, "I want to go back to my home. I don't want to live with you". She keeps trying to pressure me to live with her. For whatever reason. Mom bullshit.

She guilts me again and tells me to think about it. "Is it cause I yelled at you? Just think about it". I have no idea what she's referring to.

Anyhow I go home after the beach. Excited to finally go home. Even if there's a big mess waiting for me.

I go to her room to politely make an excuse that I thought about it, and want to stay at my house because I have nowhere to put my belongings. And she cuts me off before I complete what I'm saying and only hears that I said "I thought about it and there's no room for my belongings". She cuts me off and starts yelling at me like a fucking dog "what do you want me to do?! Put your shit on my head?!".

I can't believe how tone deaf she is. My brother too. The entire month I begged him to be a witness to the criminal contractor bullshit. He wouldn't move a muscle and just clowned me for being dramatic. I'm literally in the midst of becoming homeless and my mom and brother and behaving like there's nothing wrong, fuck my son / brother. I can't even fathom my family friends or a stranger asking me for help. Begging me for help. And treating them like this. It's truly astonishing even now 2 years later.

Anyhow, my mom yells at me, I regress into a baby with no energy left, and I tell an agent that I'm just gonna follow through with selling the house (an hour prior I had texted the agent that I would sell the home after what my mom had said at the beach- though I realized it wasn't a realistic decision and wanted to just go back home as planned).

A week later, after all my furniture is thrown out, my clothes have been mostly donated and my house is now under contract with a buyer and I've finally been able to sleep in my own bed properly for a few days, I fully realize what I've done. I freak the fuck out. It's like my body was in a dream on auto pilot.

To this day I wake up in my mom's house completely stunned. How did I get here? Wtf happened? I had everything going so well. I was so far ahead of most people and so proud of what I had achieved.

It's been two years since the home has been sold. The situation has not been any better. I even lost the 100k I made from selling the home plus another 100k I had for investing. I missed out on trades that 30 days later would have made me a millionaire when I was seeking just 250k to buy another property and fix the house sale.

But of course that couldn't happen because my broker moved the goal posts on margin requirements on the stock just days before it took off.

I don't know guys. If the world is 50/50 situations. Where left or right path could be good or bad. It feels like in my 29 years my life is just destined to always be like this. Always getting a brief taste of happiness and success and then watching it get rug pulled.

I wish it would stop. I don't know how to move forward. I wish I could have my vocal cords working properly so I can just get a sales job and make some money, get an apartment and put this horror show behind me. But my voice makes it very daunting and exhausting.

Truly God must be evil. Wtf is this.