u/No_Lavishness_9798

It’s one thing to reuse parts, for example, when Lego repurposed Superman’s cape for their rose petals, or frogs for their cherry blossom tree. It’s a nice Easter egg, it’s cost effective, and it’s environmentally friendlier.

However.

I’ve built a couple of sets now where there are a whole lot of steps in the middle to build something that is ultimately hidden in the final build. The worst culprit by far has to be the Lego “Four Gentleman”/ Seasonal Flowers collection. There’s so many pieces in the base that end up being hidden, and are definitely not there for a structural purpose. At least sometimes it’s for a cute reason, like the build including a coin in the pot as a reference to feng shui.

Then, the RASTAR tech RB19. Oh dear. I got this one for Christmas and only recently got around to building it. Why, pray tell, am I asked to use four 1x1 blocks when a 4x1 brick would be faster and more stable? And why are they able to print the decals on the nose cone of the car, but I have to deal with 50 fiddly stickers for the rest of the build? Why does the build guide make it almost impossible to see the difference between blue and black pieces, as well as piece orientation? And why are there random extra pieces in here?

It’s simple: these companies need to justify the price of their products. By making them over complicated, they make you feel like you’ve achieved something great when you finish the build.

But I see through you and your tiny pieces. Count your days the way I had to count those 1x1’s.

“I’m feeling good today, maybe I’ll go out with some friends”, I thought.
“F*ck you”, said the dropping barometric pressure, whose was actually the F*ck You guy.

“I’m sorry,” said the pharmacist. “ There is a national shortage of that medication.”

“All your labs are normal. Have you tried losing weight?” asked the 5th doctor I’ve been to in 2 years.

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I’ve been fighting some of the worst fatigue of my life since Wednesday evening. I slept through Thursday, Friday, and today- basically just got up to eat once or twice a day. It feels like trying to fight being sedated.

I’m a MSc student. Part of my work involves going in every day to check on flasks of cells that I’m growing- which I haven’t been able to do. The media in flasks have turned from cherry red to bright orange as my cells drown in their own acidic waste. There are so many dead cells you can see them without a microscope. The metaphor is so heavy-handed it’s almost funny.

I’ve done everything I can. I’ve asked for help. I’ve taken breaks. I’ve sought medical care. I’ve done independent reading. I’ve gone to therapy. I’ve tried exercise. It’s not working- I’m getting worse.

I went to an art therapy group and when I asked what to do about my frustration with my unreliable body I got some cryptic “listen to your heart” bs. It very much felt like a polite way of saying “I have no idea how to help you, but I’m not willing to admit that. Instead I’ll make it seem like you just haven’t tried hard enough.” I’ll have a week like this one, and my fellow students will politely ask me where I’ve been like they don’t already know. Like I didn’t take a year of medical leave. And I have to politely respond with some variation of “I’m fine” lest I get The Look. It’s like I’m disabled enough to suffer in private, but not disabled enough to warrant any help. I got kicked out of the university therapy because the psych believed I was stable enough. You ever had a mental crisis hotline put down on you? I just laughed, I didn’t know what to do.

Sometimes I feel like I’m faking it all, but who fakes sitting at a desk for two hours with no witnesses because they’re too exhausted to move? I’m grateful that while venlafaxine isn’t doing much for the exhaustion/ pain at the moment, it is making me emotionally numb. I’m just sitting here. Trying to make myself move. Trying to do anything.

Hi, 24F here. I know the question sounds ugly, but hear me out.

I’m noticing that I frequently get picked out of a crowd by people asking for money. As in, beggars will walk past smartly dressed businesspeople, young working adults, ooms/ tannies, families, even other single student-looking people to ask me specifically. As far as I can tell, nothing about me screams “disposable income”. I keep myself neat but I don’t have excessive amounts of jewellery, nails/ hair done, etc.

I know that there is real poverty in South Africa and people are just trying to survive. But at the same time, I’ve been followed and harassed enough times to feel unsafe. Luckily I’ve got my head on a swivel and enough ability to talk my way out of a shady situation such that I have never been explicitly threatened or robbed or anything, but it’s still not ideal.

Is there a way to become more “stealth” while out in public?

I’m a MSc student. I’m renting an apartment close to campus, but in a normal complex and not a student block.

When I moved in, there were some minor issues that I was assured would be fixed. The previous tenant and the plumber that was sent out here once assured me this property manager was competent and fixes issues early.

Come to find out this property manager is the type to gaslight you there’s nothing wrong, followed by a promise to follow up that never happens. The result of this is that these issues have now gotten a lot worse. That is, THERE’S A MUSHROOM GROWING OUT OF MY CEILING BECAUSE A LEAK I IDENTIFIED THREE MONTHS AGO HAS NOT BEEN FIXED. There’s other less hazardous stuff that needs work as well.

I don’t understand what these property managers do all day. No one has to remind me to show up to the lab or do my job, why does this guy need 10 emails and a conference call?

I think I’m a good tenant. I pay my rent on time or early, I don’t bother neighbours, I report any issues early and politely, I’m capable of handling a lot of maintenance by myself, I’m very particular about keeping my place clean, I don’t smoke or drink. But apparently, this isn’t valuable at all.

I hope his next tenant in this place plays tennis against the ceiling while pouring bacon grease down the sink.