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I have tried to buy more work shirts 3 times now, and every time I go to buy them, they are out of my size. I have been wearing the same 3 work shirts on repeat for so long, and I am in DIRE need of more. I remember my manager sending the worker discount code, but I don't remember if there is a private shopping website for us or not. If there is a separate site, I'll message my manager and ask for it, but I don't want to sound dumb asking for that if it doesn't exist. Any advice would be appreciated.

I had about 2 semesters’ worth of welding in high school and graduated recently. I’m not certified, but I really enjoyed welding and would love to pursue it as a career. Is there any chance of getting an entry-level welding position with just that experience?

I’m also completely lost on where to actually find welding jobs, both online and in person. If any women in the trades could share how they got their start, where they found their first job, or what I should be looking for, I’d really appreciate it. I’m not sure what my next step should be.

Side note: I am fully open to other trades that may be easier to start in if anyone has any suggestions.

I am a recent high school graduate looking for an entry-level welding job and would appreciate guidance on where to start. I had about 2 semesters of welding in high school, loved it, so I have hands-on experience, but I’m not certified yet. I’m a woman looking to pursue a career in welding and would really appreciate advice on where to find jobs, apprenticeships, or companies willing to train someone starting relatively new.

As for location, I am located in Kentucky; I don't really feel comfortable giving much more details than that

Any advice or leads would be greatly appreciated!

I’ve worked here for a minute and all my co workers just say refuse service but I feel bad, but also I can’t handle cigarette smoke and they’re practically blowing it in my face and I coughing and just genuinely want out of that situation. Any nicer ways to deal with this sort of behavior??

Is anyone else experiencing this, it won’t even let me play those specific songs anymore. I don’t have any filters or anything on they just keep disappearing from playlists, wondering if anyone else is experiencing this?

I’ve been working at 7 Brew for a few months now, and I feel like I’m doing pretty well. I’m taking a gap year before college, and I’d really like to use that time to advance at 7 Brew if it makes sense.

The only issue I keep running into is that they rarely put me on shots. I’m only on shots about once every two weeks, so I’m still pretty unfamiliar with it. I don’t think I’m bad at it I just don’t get enough practice to build confidence.

For those of you who have moved up or have been here a while, is pursuing promotion worth it, and what’s the best way to get more practice on shots?

I just want high quality undies. I’m tired of the Victoria secret bs that disintegrates after 2 washes. I wear a lot of thongs because I don’t like the feeling of a lot of clothing in my cheeks, but I do enjoy normal undies if I’m in sweats or something baggier where I can pick wedgies easier. Moral of the story I need cutie, comfy, and quality brands pleaseeeeee 🙏🙏🙏

This sounds dumb when you say it out loud but like how do I lock in. I’m talking about my sport, my diet, my work outs, even my laundry. I just feel so burnt out and when it’s time to do anything I just sit and stare at a wall until it’s too late and I need to do the next thing. I have no motivation to do anything and I hate it. I feel bipolar sometimes just bouncing from task to task to task not completing anything. My phone is a huge distraction so I delete any app I can scroll on periodically, and I have my phone grey to reduce dopamine but it never stays like that. I just feel like I need a mindset change or something. Any advice would be appreciated.

I 17F am turning 18 soon and am looking for a good starter bike. I’m 5,1 in shoes and 145 lbs. I like to ride motorcycles with my friends and my dad but my feet are always farrr from reaching the ground. I have no motorcycle knowledge and don’t know what to look for. Any knowledge would be appreciated 🥹

How many baths are too many? My GCC baths like 2-3 times a day sometimes more. Is this too much, and could that be like hormonal behavior??

Long childhood SA rant, not expecting anyone to really read it, just want to push this out there and feel seen, I guess.

This is my first time doing something like this, so I don't know how it'll sound, meaning, like whether it'll be coherent or just gibberish. I, like many others, am a victim of child on child sa. You're never really told how you're supposed to feel about it, I think, even if I were told, I still would feel like this. Let's go back to where this all started. It was around 2014-ish, I was 4-5-ish. It's all a bit of a blur now, like a dream I remember in vivid detail. My older cousin was a little over 2 years older than we. I don't remember how we ended up like this. I only remember he had his pants off and was telling me to take off my clothes. I remember what I was wearing, a pink night gown with little frogs on it, it was much too big for me because it was my grandmother's from when she was younger. This all happened at my grandmother's house, where we would have sleepovers, watch movies, and eat way too much sugar. My grandmother would go to bed early and leave us all unattended in the living room. Me and my cousin werent in the living room; we were in the toy room upstairs because that's where he wanted me to be. I always thought throughout my younger teens that this was impossible because kids that little couldn't get erect, but I later discovered they can. He wanted me to touch him, I did it, I didn't know it was wrong, which led to him taking my clothes off and attempting to put himself in me. The memory of it now makes me want to peel off my skin, and I always thought I could have just stopped what turned into years of SA. If I had just said no and stayed downstairs. This happened many more times, us hiding in places and doing stuff. I didn't understand it, I just enjoyed how it felt, I guess. Once I got to be around the age of 8-9, I started realizing it was weird. I stopped following him into bathrooms he could lock or upstairs late at night. Which didn't stop that because now he would catch me in places where we were alone, anytime a parental figure turned a blind eye, he was doing something. This continued until I was 13. I remember the last time it happened, I was swimming with my sister at my grandmother's house when he showed up. My sister left and went inside to change. We were home alone, and he got close and grabbed me violently. I couldnt get away. I was small, he was big. He was behind me, rubbing himself on me. I could feel he was hard, and you want to know what I did. Nothing, because years of him deciding what I was gonna do made me freeze, I froze, couldn't move. It was like I wasn't even there. Like I was watching myself from a 3rd person POV. When my sister came back outside to leave, I took the opportunity to get out of the pool and go straight home, leaving my clothes there. My mom was annoyed that I walked home soaking wet and left all my clothes at my grandmother's house, but I paid no mind to it. That was the last time; many problems in my life stemmed from that. I got addicted to masturbating at a very young age, around when the assault started, and when I got older, I lashed out sexually. I had a horrid fear that I was going to get pregnant when I was around 10. I got a really bad porn addiction around the age of 11. I would say I lost my virginity, but it wasn't there already. I had sort of consensual sex when I was older. I had just turned 14, and he was nearly 18. He had a car, and I snuck out, and we had sex, it hurt a lot. I didn't really enjoy it. It didn't feel right. It didn't feel like the stories I read on Wattpad, he said, " I love you which he later got mad at me for saying to him when he was breaking up with me a week later. He fucked me up for a while, but there was always a guy questionably older than me who would console/use me. I stopped all of this when I went into my freshman year in a public high school. I had sex ed, and I learned about consent and everything. I was hurting, it felt like my fault or like it didn't matter cause we were kids, like it was equally my fault as much as it was his. By this time, I had told my older sister, and she, too, had stories from him. I started spending less time at home, or if I was at home, I was in my room. I shared a driveway with my grandmother, and the driveway to our left was his. I balance out porn addiction, I destroyed/threw away the vibrators I had bought from Spencer's, and I cut off all sex. ages 14-15, I almost just didn't masturbate or really talk to any guys. I needed time to heal. During this time, I had a shitty 3-month-long relationship where all he talked about was my body. We didn't have sex; we fooled around, but when we talked about sex, and he went and bought condoms, I broke it off. We sexted and fooled around, sure, but I wasn't ready. There was a list of other red flags, but that was the deal breaker. I was done with it. I spent that time healing, and just when everything was going right, it went so wrong. We live on a farm, and he had bought a trailer and would be living between our house and my grandmother's house. I panicked. I couldn't handle seeing him this much. It had all come back, so hard. I couldn't keep it in, so I told a trusted adult. I cried, he hugged me, everything was alright again, something about him hugging me and saying everything's gonna be alright sweetheart felt different. nothing had ever felt like that ever. I told him he was moving next door, and this was why everything was boiling over; it was like the switch was flipped. He was apologizing, but was now saying I have to tell my parents, or " He is. I put this off for literal months; he had bought the trailer and was weeks from putting it down there. My mom had brought up a conversation about sex, and I broke down and told her. She yelled at me, which wasn't comforting, and was blaming me for keeping it hidden for so long. Our relationship hasn't been the same since. She told our dad that he came into my room a week later and hugged me, sobbing, apologizing that he failed to protect me, and he was supposed to be there. It was hard seeing him like that; that was the first and only time I had ever seen him cry. My grandparents reaction was worse than my parents. "but hes my only grandson". That was hard, whether it was supposed to be or not. I don't know what I was expecting. For him to just put his trailer on the other side of the hill dividing my uncle's house from mine and my grandparents, and nothing else? It split my family, and that broke me. No Thanksgiving, no Christmas, no easter, no 4th of July. As somebody who previously celebrated every holiday with my extended family, then also had a smaller but better celebration with my inner family, this was hard. I know it hurts my parents; my mom doesn't have any family on her side, and my dad's family just got split in half. The guilt broke me. I stopped visiting my grandparents, one out of guilt and two because he would show up there randomly, and I couldn't stand seeing him. I felt like I just dirtied an innocent name, but he wasn't innocent, or was he? I don't know, it's conflicting. If it had stopped when we were like 12, it would have been fine. He was 16 the last time he assaulted me. That's old enough to know better, at least. It has to be a little morally wrong. I remember he was also extremely depressed around that age, plus older, and never left his room. I pray for him sometimes, I don't know if out of guilt or what. There's stuff he did that still affects me now. I get claustrophobic with people. I do MMA and have had fully hyperventilating, crying panic attacks from somebody trapping me in a position I can't escape for too long. There are more family members with horror stories about him as well, as you all know, my sister, and my older cousin, AKA his sister. He used to taunt her, take pictures of her showering, and I don't know what else. She moved out at 18. There is also his side of his family, and I don't know what damage he could have done, whether it be intentional or not. He used to be like a brother to me, and I almost miss him sometimes. It was like he was two different people. I loved him, but when we were alone together, I hated him; in fact, I loathed him. I wish to never see him again. Theres a list of reasons as to why I hate him but feel bad, i feel like theres two people inside me fighting over whether hes a good person or not, if the good can cancel out the evil, even if thats a thing im not sure it could, i remember he also used to like beat and kill baby animals so he was kinda a sociopath. I don't know, I get panic attacks and cry when I think I see his car out in public, or white men with long hair stress me out. My parents expect me to like/have a relationship with their parents, but I can't. I just can't. His dad looks exactly like him; his hair, face, laugh, and the way they talk are the same. I know I shouldn't hate him, but a little part of me hates him for raising a kid to do that to me, and he just expects me to brush it under the rug and be fine. That's an insane thing to expect, right? Everybody just expects this of me, and I hate it. Not everyone, just older family members.

This is all for now, but I might come back and rant again later. Thanks for letting me rant, hopefully it makes a little sense❤️

I’m looking into laser hair removal but the only place near me is costing 3,000$ for my chin and upper lip? I don’t know if that’s normal pricing or if that’s insane. They run a lot of deals but I would still be dropping over 1k for my chin and upper lip 😓😓😓