This actually did happen within the last 24 hours, I'm still lying in bed trying to recover.
So, weed has been legalized, yay Canada! Obviously, the first weekend after legalization, getting fucked up is in order. My girlfriend and I had a free weekend (kids weren't here), and that won't happen again for a while, which adds further justification. But we live in an apartment building, we don't want to stink everything up, so we decided to do edibles.
I figured, hey, let's keep it conservative, never done this before, don't want to put too much in there, right? I mean, not that weed can ever be that bad, haha, it's just marijuana. Fucking harmless. So I spend the morning and afternoon decarbing 3.5 grams of MK ULTRA and infusing it into half a cup of butter, which was then used to make brownies. Which were quite good.
We cut this shit into about 15 equal pieces. Now, I am still at this moment struggling with the math, which is pathetic given that we spent two hours trying to figure it out last night. But, I'm pretty sure that works out to 232 mg per brownie. APPARENTLY you should start with 10 mg. See how that goes. But on Friday night, we vaped through about 2 full grams and I didn't feel a damn thing.
We started with two brownies each. Two hours later, my girlfriend was fucked up. I was fine. So I had another one. An hour later, she could barely walk. I didn't feel it as bad as her. So, I had one more. That's 6/15, not even half the batch between us.
Turns out MJ is a helluva drug. Jesus Mother-fucking Christ. We spent about 6 hours completely fucked up. Oh my lawd, I had no fucking clue that that level of impairment was possible from weed. My mind is blown. I could not talk properly; sipping from a cup was this "big deal" where my girlfriend and I had to talk me through and encourage me; rolling over was this totally confusing repeated realization that there's a whole other half of this room to look at, wow!
We were wrecked. About halfway through, it went from being a laughfest to being a grim holding on. We just held hands and encouraged each other not to panic. My girlfriend thought she was dying, she was reciting her last will and testament to herself. She wanted to call an ambulance. None of this is hyperbole. We're both exhausted and sore from the twitching. The dry mouth might've been the worst part. It was incredibly intense, we had trouble talking because our mouths were so dry.
We threw the rest of the brownies out. The smell of weed is going to make me nauseous for weeks probably.
TLDR: 125lb woman ingests half a gram of weed in brownies, 205lb man ingests almost a full gram. Both are amazed to discover that weed can in fact profoundly fuck them up. It waaaaaay too much.
Edit: thanks for the gold! Kinda worth it...?
Edit 2: yes, it is a tragedy about throwing the brownies out. I honestly, sincerely hate the waste. But we couldn't even look at them this morning without our stomachs flip-flopping, and we absolutely could not risk the kids getting them. That would be unforgivably irresponsible.
Edit 3: I DID do research, I just didn't do enough. We have now learned correct math from the comments. You're supposed to dose edibles using the THC percentage. This stuff has been tested at 18%. So, using that estimate, with 233 mg of weed per brownie, she had 84 mg and I had 168... Holy fuck.
Edit 4: I used the double boil mason jar method for about 60 min to decarb, then dropped a 1/2 cup of butter into the jar and let it boil for another 80 minutes. Every 10 minutes I topped up the water and shook the mixture around in the jar. There wasn't much smell at all. I can confidently state that this method works well enough to get a person high.
Cross post from r/relationships. They told me to come here for advice. It is a wall of text but I needed to make sure I had all the important information.
Hey everyone first off let me say, throw away because a lot of people know my main account. Also, I apologize for the wall of text that is ahead.
TL:DR; old boss is hellbent on getting me fired, spreading lies and making my new job a living nightmare.
So 5 years ago I graduated college and was applying to PA programs. I unfortunately did not get in any programs that fall, so I decided to move to a big city on the west coast. I applied to more schools out west and didn't get in. I then decided my best bet was to get more patient care hours so I got a job in a hospital, it wasn't ideal because my degree unfortunately is meaningless without grad school.
The job I get was entry level but it paid well and I was able to start paying back student loans and learn about inner workings of hospitals and see different departments. I loved my job because I was able to interact with patients, nurses, doctors pretty much all hospital staff.
I was hired on the midnight shift and during my first year I asserted myself as a leader and someone you could depend on. I worked almost 3200 hours my first year as my department was always short staffed so overtime was easy to come by.
After my first year there I still wasn't accepted into any grad school programs. But a leadership position on afternoons opened up and I applied for it and was interviewed by a panel of managers, my manager and several others.
I and 6 others out of 24 were brought back for a second interview, this one didn't involve my manager. I was told by the panel the only reason I wasn't outright given the job is because my manager didn't believe I would do a good job and she seriously doubted my leadership skills.
I agreed that I wasn't the most assertive person, but I would do my best to lead by action and speak up when I needed to. The panel informed me that, my job wasn't to force others to work harder, that was my managers job to make sure everyone was pulling their weight.
After a few weeks I got a call and was told I got the promotion I to the lead position. A few people who had been there longer than me gave me trouble the first few weeks because, "we have seniority" I told my manager and she said she would handle it.
We had what I thought was a good relationship, but it quickly became apparent she would have rather had someone else in my position, someone who would follow her direction without question even if it compromised patient care or privacy.
About 6 months after I took my current position we had several employees switch departments or quit. I was working 7 days a week 12 hour shifts until they hired enough new people to fill our voids. This took around 4 months. At that time I was accepted into a local PA program and would start the following spring.
I continued working when school started but much less than what I was before because of school. During this time my relationship with my manager deteriorated even further and she made it clear she wanted me gone. The only thing was, her boss, the director of nursing ranted and raved about what a wonderful job I was doing and even though we were at 3/4 staff I was still able to manage all the work.
I finally graduated from my program 2 1/2 years after I started. At that point I needed a break from all work as I was work in 40 hours a week on top of 36 hours of interning/clinical work as well as studying. I requested all of my PTO to be used to go back home as I hadn't left to see my family in over 5 years. My PTO was approved by HR and I took off, I had 2 full months off.
During my time off I got a call from the Emergency Department, they really wanted me to come in and be a trauma PA, I was also called by our stroke unit where I did a vast majority of my internship and they were interested in me coming to them to work. I was ecstatic because both the Emergency Department and Stroke Unit were places I wanted to work. I talked it over with my family and decided to work for the Emergency Department.
I called my boss and told her that I was putting in my 2 weeks and since I had a month and a half left on my vacation I figured I would be fine starting in the ED when I returned. I told her I was offered a full time PA position and she seemed really excited for me. I notified the ED that I would be graciously accepting their offer, and that I could start as soon as I got back.
My friend who works in the department told me my boss was livid I was quitting but I didn't think much of it. I said it was too bad and people leave all the time when it is their turn to move on.
I left it at that, I was very ready to get back to the hospital and begin working. However, when I returned, i ram into a bunch of issues, firstly, HR did transfer me to the ED as a clinical staff member but didn't terminate my previous job title. My first day, my badge stopped working I couldn't use it to get into my work area, locker room, the building. I went into HR and they said my previous manager said I wasn't part of the company anymore and to terminate my badge access.
Odd but I told them I was now a PA in the ED and showed them my new credentials. They reluctantly allowed me access to my work areas.
The next week, I am pulled aside by my new boss. He asks me how everything is going and if I can swing by his office after my shift. I tell him yeah thinking it's going to be a check up on how the new job is going.
My shift ends and I go to my new bosses office. He asks me why he is hearing so many negative things about me. I ask him what he means and he tells me I have had 3 formal complaints filed against me. I ask him if I can see them and he pulls them up on his computer. The first one is about unprofesionalim in the workplace. I ask him who filed it and he said it would be better if he kept it anonymous because the second complaint was about workplace violence. The third complaint was a HIPPA violation claim.
I was taken aback because the first two complaints came from 2017, when I was in my original department. The third complaint was when I went to clean out my previous locker and I was verbatim, "Throwaway was in a secure loaction where he sought out potential information about patients." It was the break room that doubled as out locker room, I was only there for 5 minutes to clean out my locker.
I went to HR because all of these are serious allegations and they told me all 3 complaints were made by my former manager. I was upset that all this was happening and there is basically nothing I can do. HR conducted a formal investigation on me and found nothing to be out of place.
A few weeks later my new boss had a sit down with my previous manager where she told him, "she will stop at nothing until I am fired." And, "He is the most lazy and unprofessional worker in this entire establishment."
I went to HR to file a complaint about her and potential harassment. HR told me they are unable to file my complaint because I am under review for corrective action and a manager would never do anything like that so I should just drop it while I am ahead.
About a week later I passed my old manager and she called out me me and said, "wow, I'm surprised you're still here, I wouldn't want a provider taking care of me with your reputation" in a hallway in front of patients, nurses, doctors and visitors.
I tried to schedule a meeting with her to talk but she said there was "nothing to talk about" and my actions are "reprehensible" and soon enough I would be "where I belong, out the doors"
I heard from my boss that she has been scheduling meetings with higher ups about me and my boss doesn't know if it is going to work if this "drama" continues.
I don't know what I should do because, I have done nothing but display the up most respect for her, she is just hellbent on ruining my career at the facility and any other place I try and move to. Is there any action I should be taking right now? I feel like I should retain a lawyer and send a cease and desist letter, because her actions and false claims could be damaging my future.
Any advice would be greatly appreciated.
TL:DR; old boss is hellbent on getting me fired, spreading lies and making my new job a living nightmare.
Edit: for u/commonWerewolf
Firstly, my manager was well aware 2 1/2 years before I left that as soon as I was done with school I would be moving on fairly quickly. She was very supportive at that time and understood because there are a lot of college kids who work in the department while they are in school.
My last full year in school we (my manager, myself, the other afternoon leader, the 2 night time shift leaders and the weekend leaders) sat down to choose another lead. One of the night time people wanted my position which my manager agreed to. We also took applications from department workers to fill the now open night time lead position and filled it a full year before I would be done with school.
My 2 months were approved by HR and then by my manager, we have to have double approval. She said, this was wonderful because she could rotate her new crew in as I HAD been reeling back my duties. The new night time leader was originally on my shift and he had gradually been picking up my work per my managers request to train in the leadership role, which he's excelled at.
My manager knew I hadn't been home in almost 5 years and that I really needed a break because in those 5 years I had a full week off for sickness, and a handful of random days here and there. Most of the time I was at work, didn't have a social life, that's ok I was a grad student didn't really need one. I missed out on a lot of things because I was willing to put in 60+ hours a week.
When I went on my vacation I was not expecting to get a new position but my manager was aware that my application was out and that I could get a call that I could not turn down.
Also, when I did put in my 30 day notice, I did call and I talked with her. I told her I was more than willing to start my 30 days when I returned but was told we already have the replacements inline and that they are working out well so it wasn't necessary to delay my transfer.
I have done everything professionally and by the books. I always conducted myself in the most professional manner I could while improving patient care. We had replacements picked out a whole year before I left. The two who took over are both in school and will be there for an extended period of time because the department works incredibly well with school schedules, that is why I stayed so long.
And yes I said that to my friend because I genuinely didn't care at that point because I had multiple okays from my manager to transfer. So I wasn't so beat up about her being upset after I had the go ahead to leave.
I would love you to respond again because I do agree with what you have to say and any insight is perfectly valid and wanted!
I’ve been a server for various points throughout my life since I was 16, and I am 29 now. Usually I would serve or host as a part time job, but currently my only job is being a server.
I had 3 guys come in that looked about my age. When they sat down, I greeted them and then asked them how many shots they were going to be buying tonight. They were fairly loud and seemed in a good mood, and I said that mostly to be funny.
The first couple of guys told me they didn’t want shots, but they would be ordering beers. Then the last guy told me he would need a few shots if I was going to be his server. I chuckled, I thought we were joking and went and got their drinks.
They ordered their food, a few more beers, there weren’t any major issues, and they said it would all be one check tonight.
I went to pick up their credit card receipt, and there was 0 in the tip line. Ok, maybe they’ll leave cash-no big deal. But as I am thanking them for coming in, one of the guys interrupts me.
He tells me that I probably noticed he didn’t tip me. I am honestly kind of embarrassed to be having this conversation, and I was flustered, so I just replied with something like “oh, that’s okay, have a nice night.”
He then proceeded to tell me; “I didn’t really feel like shelling out an extra 20 bucks for you, because no offense, but you could step it up a bit. All the other waitresses in here are very cute and earn their tips, try putting on more make up, or going to a gym. I am just being honest with you, if a guy wanted to f**ck you-he’d tip you better.”
I was so mortified I didn’t even say anything. I could feel my face turning red, while every guy at that table stared at me. Nobody said anything.
I work very hard, and I take so much pride in my work. I try to look nice and put together every night, because it can speak to how much pride you do take in it. I am friendly and outgoing, because I love working with people and I love my job.
I wish I would’ve had something to say back to him, but I just walked away instead. I’ve worked double shifts all week, and closed each night. I’ve been stiffed a couple times almost every day this week- but I don’t take it personal and I try to still always hold my head up-but that really hurt.
Sorry for the wall of text. Needed to get this rant out.
TLDR: dick head didn’t tip me.
EDIT: thank you everyone for saying such lovely things.
FWIW, I don’t think what he said holds any true merit-and I love and accept myself whole heartedly. It was more so the fact he said it at all, his entitlement, and to be reduced to wether or not I am fuckable to determine my worth.
This happened at the tail end of my night. I was the only server on the floor, and the only other female on staff with me tonight was the bartender, who I’ve never really confided in and or gotten along very well with. We’re just coworkers, that’s it.
I also didn’t tell my manager, because my manager is a guy as well. He is mostly friendly-but honestly my manager is creepy too. Lots of unwanted hugs and shoulder touching. Comments and questions asking me if “I have a man, or if I’d ever be willing to be a step mom” (he has 4 kids with his ex wife)
I’ve talked to my manager’s managers about his creep behavior, and it has gotten better-but I still wouldn’t go to him with shit like this. Ever.
Like I said-it’s been a long week. I worked doubles every day, and closed every night. 2 of those nights I was the only server on for hours because so many other servers called out. I’ve been stiffed, and treated like crap-and it broke my heart, finally.
I know I am better than he is, and that I am doing just fine, it’s just exhausting existing as a woman sometimes, and there’s not enough places you get to “just be.”
Thanks for letting me share, and vent.
Sorry if this isn’t the right place to post, but we’re pretty desperate. Like the title says, we went to usps and got money orders to pay our rent ($2300) for the month. Last Wednesday, the super comes by to inform that they haven’t received the money. After reaching back out to USPS, they inform us they lost the orders. The number on the receipt the original worker circled and said was the tracking number was actually the code for the online survey. We were informed of this by an different employee yesterday as she laughed told us to get out of the line (hey, what can you do). The landlord says he needs a check on Monday for $2300 and while we have been securely making rent on time since we moved in a couple months ago, we can’t afford to spent another $767 each immediately after paying rent. That being said, I understand the landlords issue completely, man needs his money. I’m sure all of this makes me an idiot, but I’d greatly appreciate any help or advice. Thanks a lot.
Update: we have a receipt but it only contains the individual payments alongside a serial number. This means my roommate didn’t steal it and the money was actually given to the bank, right? I entered the serial numbers into Money Order Inquiry System and it didn’t recognize or have any information on them.
This happened in my weight training class, sophomore year. The class was mostly male, save about 4 girls, which was more than it usually got. So one day I’m having period cramps super badly. Like, I’m almost crying it hurts so badly. I go up to the teacher really hoping he understands that I do need the day off and I’m not just slacking. After explaining the situation he agrees that I can sit in the hall and do work for other classes. Sweet, he gets it, no problems there. I sat in the hall and did my work. Then the next day the same thing happened, I was having cramps something awful and really just didn’t want to bleed all over the equipment so I approached the teacher again, expecting him to understand like the day before. But this time he looks up at me a bit confused and asks, “didn’t you have that yesterday?” ... Yes I had that yesterday. Periods last a week, Bucko. I WISH it was only one day. That time he did still let me sit in the hall, but he was noticeably more suspicious that I was just making an excuse to get out of class. Holy heck what kind of world does he live in where periods only last one day. Never asked him for a day off again
I worked at a subway that didn't have any authority/managers, just a couple minimum wage base level workers. I don't remember what this particular customer was mad about but she was arguing with me and didn't like the answer I gave her. She asked to speak to the manager, and there not being a manager I decided to promote myself on the spot and replied with "manager speaking, how can I help you." This did not make her very happy because she realized she was not going to get a different answer and asked for a phone number to call. The owner has specifically told us never to give his cell number to customers so i gave her the store number. She gives me a shit eating grin thinking about how much trouble she's about to get me in when the phone behind me starts to ring. I will never forget the face she gave me as I answer the phone, look her in the eyes, and ask her how may I help you.
Many of us take selectively choosing our meals for granted. I visited a developing country at university & made friends with some of the locals. I met a group of teenagers that had experienced a famine as children. They were puzzled to find out that I didn’t eat meat. When they asked why, I felt eternally guilty to tell these kids that I voluntarily choose not to eat meat. What really opened my eyes was when they asked, “how?”. Explaining food abundance, how a grocery store doesn’t have seasons or that I could buy fresh produce, year round, for my entire life, broke my heart. So if you identify as a “foodie” or have some moral high ground about your diet choices, please consider how lucky you are.
According to Frank, her husband of nine years, Maria Claudia Murphy (45, originally of Colombia) was in high spirits the morning of March 16th, 2012. The couple was preparing for a move from Florida to Nashville, a change Maria Claudia (known as Claudia to family) was looking forward to due to its proximity to their cabin in North Carolina. The outdoors and animals were two of her passions - in addition to the dogs she brought everywhere, Claudia and her husband bred reptiles.
Just before 1pm, Claudia deposited $5,000 at a bank near her home in Coral Springs (believed to be associated with moving expenses) and then drove to a Colombian restaurant she was known to frequent. She parked, slung her purse over her shoulder, and began walking east on Sample Road.
Sample is a busy, well traveled main road in metropolitan South Florida and Claudia was caught on surveillance twice on her walk. She appears to know where she is going (speculating) and it is known she walked at least 4 miles and for 2 hours. March can be between 80-90 degrees in Florida - an acquaintance who saw her walking described her as red faced and sweaty. She was last seen alive on a street corner, continuing her Eastbound route.
Claudia did not bring her dogs with her on March 16th, a rare occurence. Despite being captured on surveillance carrying her purse, she did not bring her cell phone. Her husband and adult son could not piece together why Maria Claudia Murphy would just vanish. She had been sick in the weeks prior with a stomach virus, but seemed to be doing fine. Her credit cards showed no activity.
On July 5th, 2012, hikers deep in a heavily wooded area of Tradewinds Park discovered a fully clothed skeleton. It was Maria Claudia Murphy. Detectives said she had been there for months, and was so decomposed that dental records and personal effects were used to identify her. An autopsy was conducted, but according to Broward County Deputy Chief Medical Examiner Dr. Darin P. Trelka, “The severity of the decomposition process precludes definitive determination of cause of death to a reasonable degree of medical certainty."
What happened to Maria Claudia Murphy? Did she meet foul play or wander off disoriented and succumbed to the elements? Points that stand out to me: - She was seen walking with her purse, but detectives initially stated she was found without it before backtracking and saying they would not release any info about what was found. Is this just misinformation, and if not where is her purse? Her husband has stated that additional significant items were left in the car.
What made Claudia choose to leave her dogs at home?
Her husband and his family have repeatedly stated that they felt she wandered off, disoriented by her prior stomach illness and a recent bout of food poisoning. This stuck with me as an unreasonable cause for someone to wander into the woods, especially with the way people throw around the term "food poisoning" to just describe any gastrointestinal distress after eating something suspicious.
Frank Murphy has also stated that a potential reptile buyer was scheduled to come by the house that day, but never showed up.
I grew up in this area and this case has haunted me for years. The park is huge and densely wooded, and this tragedy changed how I look at it forever. I doubt we will ever know what happened to her.
I am a trained & permitted snake handler, and I use my free time to relocate wild snakes people find in their homes or businesses back to nature.
On a busy summer week (like this past one) I often get more than 15 callouts - mostly for Mole Snakes, Cape Cobras, and Boomslang.
The work I do is all about conservation, and with every callout I try to also educate the public about snakes, snakebite, and what to do if you encounter a wild snake.
Unfortunately there are a multitude of myths & misconcepts about snakes out there, so ask me anything you'd like to know about our slithery friends!
It's a hot day today so I'll likely have several callouts, but I'll respond to questions throughout the course of the day. My knowledge is focused mainly on Southern African species, but I’ll try to answer questions about exotics as well as I can.
You can see photos & videos of my relocations here:
If you’re interested in Southern African snakes (or you live here), I also highly recommend downloading the free “ASI Snakes” app for profiles, photos, quizzes, and snake catcher contact details:
EDIT 19:15 UTC+2: Sorry guys, I’ve just been on a couple of callouts - a Harlequin Snake and a badly injured juvenile Cape Cobra - I will continue answering questions a little later.
EDIT 21:00 UTC+2: Just got another callout, I’ll be back later to answer more questions so keep posting them!
Minimum wage is intended to be the lowest wage one can exist on without going into debt trying to buy groceries and toilet paper at the same time. The United States is way too big and way too varied in economic structure for a flat national minimum to make sense, so $15 nationally will not work. However, we can't trust the local corporate and legal structures to come up with wage laws that make sense for their area without some national guidelines.
If you break down the cost of living, the biggest necessary expense for a single adult is going to be housing, usually by a VERY wide margin. Landlords have a financial incentive to make this cost go up as much and as often as possible (duh) and no incentive to make housing affordable and accessible, because it's a necessity that's extremely hard to go without. You *need* housing in order to not die of exposure. This makes it easy for landlords and property managers to behave in predatory ways toward their tenants, for example raising the cost of housing on lease renewal by exactly the margin that the company their tenant works for has increased their pay. The landlord, doing no additional labor, is now getting that worker's raise.
It's commonly agreed that 40 hours is a standard work week. Using that number as our base, but acknowledging that most companies paying minimum wage are not interested in giving their workers the opportunity to approach overtime, I think it's reasonable to say that the average part time worker can be expected to get around 20 hours.
I believe that the minimum wage should be equivalent to the after tax, take-home pay that is needed to pay rent for safe single-person suitable housing within reasonable transit distance from the job, and that this amount of money should be earned in under 60 hours per month (15/week). This ensures that:
I do acknowledge that there are some issues inherent in this, for example walmart purchasing a building and turning it into $12.50/month studio apartments in order to retain a low labor value in the area or the implications in how this impacts military pay, but the idea here is to specifically plan for regional nuance, so doing this would also involve preventing large corporate entities from buying apartment buildings.
I've believed this for a long while but I also do not feel that I know enough about politics or economics to have a reliable understanding of many facets of the situation, and I look forward to discussing it so I can adjust this view accordingly
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