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2021.11.30 11:28 Reasonable-Bath-4963 Intermediate/advanced circuit help plz
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2021.11.30 11:28 backoffevil I just saw my father for the first time in two decades, and something is deeply wrong [Part 1]
Five years ago, when I had my daughter, I told my husband Dave that he needed to be the father to her that my father had never been for me.
"Our family supervillain. The Indeterminate Man," my mother had nicknamed him after he vanished from our lives. At first that made me laugh. It doesn't anymore. There had been so many red flags she had either missed or willfully ignored. She never met his family. "They're not part of my life anymore," my father would say, and then he'd switch the topic. Mom would sense it was a sore subject and leave it dropped.
He was vague about even his own heritage. He'd go on about how he considered himself a citizen of the world, and he certainly talked like he was well-traveled. And if Mom pressed the topic, he'd say, "Oh, you know. I'm from around here. Here and there." But he was just too much of a romantic for this to bother my mother, it seemed. I will never understand her.
After he left, she combed through every state, federal, tribal, and corporate record she could get into, and his trail always stopped two papers deep. He'd been using an alias for all those years. The man was a ghost.
So that's why, when my mother called me to say he'd be dropping by for Thanksgiving, I was more unsettled than surprised or even angry.
"Are you sure this isn't some kind of scam, or a prank?" I had asked her, drumming my fingers nervously on the counter. "Did you piss off Uncle Kevin again?" She thought that was funny. "If I did, then Kevin's learned to shapeshift, because your father dropped by last night. We had a long talk. A good talk. We both cried." "You realize that this is completely insane, right?" Her tone got sharper. "Aren't you always talking about how this is like an open wound to you? Do you want to close it or not?" "This wouldn't close it." She paused. "Mom," I tried to reason with her. "He has to have an ulterior motive. Think about why he picked Thanksgiving. He's implying that we need to be thankful for him. Like he's done something that's worth being grateful over, barging back into our lives after two decades." "Paranoia. You think everyone always has some ulterior motive, Viv. The holidays are a time for families to come together. People on different paths through life, sitting at one table." "Did he even tell you his real name?" "The topic didn't come up." At that point there was nothing I could do but laugh.
I told Dave, and he said that we might as well get it over with. We both had the feeling that somehow, refusal would make things turn out even uglier. Mom would be enraged. So we decorated, cooked, and psychologically prepared for what was probably going to turn out to be the most uncomfortable Thanksgiving we had ever had that didn't involve Dave's aunt Jocelyn.
The turkey was nearly done when the knock on the door came. I had been sitting on the couch on my phone, trying to steel myself for the inevitable. Dave was working in his office. I sat, frozen, as though if I didn't respond he would respect my wishes and go away. A second knock, louder this time. I got up and scrambled to the door, my hands freezing with sweat. I unlocked the door and slowly pulled it open.
He looked at most a decade older than I'd remembered him, and somehow even taller. His long black hair was now silver at the roots and was pulled into a low ponytail. He wore a pair of dead black Ray-Bans that he kept pushing back up onto the bridge of his nose when he spoke. Age and a little weight had barely softened his features. I remembered that face staring out at me from the few old family photos my mother had kept after our first move. Always framed in black by his hair, looming over Mom and my younger self. It was sharp. Aquiline. Predatory.
He brushed past me, threw his leather jacket on the rack and tossed his boots in the shoe box. Then he strolled in and sprawled out on the couch, setting his big bag on the seat next to him. The bag looked old and expensive, with black beads hanging from the strap, and spiral designs in black and white leather. "You've aged well," I praised him through gritted teeth. "I keep hearing that from people," he replied. A smirk. "At this rate, maybe I'll outlive you." I crossed my arms. Dave heard us talking and walked in from his office. He smiled and greeted my father, who gave him a nod.
"I'm David. I've been married to your daughter for twelve years." "Good to meet you, Dave." He stuck out his hand. "You're-" "Grandpa! Grandpa Leo!" Emily's excited voice rang out, followed by the thumping of her running downstairs.
My father grinned when he saw her, a real grin that looked odd under his intense features. His teeth were too bright- clearly the vain old bastard had just gotten them bleached. "Grandpa Leo!" Emily cried again. She ran into the living room and skidded to a stop a few feet away from him, looking him up and down as if in awe. "So will that be the name you're choosing to use on this visit?" I snapped- I couldn't help myself. Dave shot me a look that said, 'Not in front of Emily'. He was right, of course.
"You're a smart girl," he said. "To recognize me just from your mother's description." Emily paused, looked up at him for a second, then nodded and squeezed his leg in a hug.
"So, dad," I said later, poking at the turkey. "We're dying to hear what you've been getting up to in the past few... decades." The man has the worst table manners I have ever seen in a human being. He hadn’t even bothered to take his shades off. He was pulling the turkey on his plate apart with his fingers and dipping the pieces in the gravy boat, which had now been permanently annexed by his side of the table. "More than I could tell in the time you have," he said. "There are whole worlds out there for you when you're not tied down to just one life." I clenched my fork so tightly it hurt. I don't know what I had expected from the man. Any apology would have been out of character. But I hadn't expected him to come back after two decades and brag to my fucking face about how he had abandoned us. I rose from my seat. "Grandpa, you've been having lots of adventures, I can tell," Emily piped up. "I looked in your bag." He made an expression of mock surprise. "Did wolves raise you, girl? Taking a look without permission! What if there was something dangerous in there?" She laughed, and he did too. I remembered the Bowie knife he used to stroll around with strapped to his belt. "Can you give me a real answer?" I asked him as I sat back down, interrupting them both.
He looked at me, then Dave, then Emily, and sighed.
We eventually managed to extract a semi-normal conversation from him. He dodged any real detail about what he'd been doing, but said it was why he had to leave. He'd missed us, he claimed, but had to stay away for our own protection. He said all this while still picking his food apart like some sort of hyena. And he never gave an actual apology.
"Signed myself away to the organization," my father had sighed, opening our fridge to put away the leftovers. "All I do for them, for the cause, and they still own me. That's how it is, now and forever. But-" he shut the fridge "-doesn't matter. Passed that fifth stage years ago."
I could tell Dave was coming to the same conclusion I had always had about what kind of person my father really was. I could feel the disdain in his gaze grow each time he looked at him.
I cleaned up the dining room, while Dave started on the kitchen. We snuck looks into the living room from opposite doorways. My father was sitting on the arm of the couch in front of the old dartboard and had scooped up Emily and put her on his shoulders. They took turns making shots, with him throwing one for each two of hers. He'd gotten three into the inner ring around the bull's eye. Emily was having a hard time hitting the board. "Like this, Emily," he said, and helped steer her arm. She practiced flexing it, and then let a dart fly. A bull's eye. We all exploded in cheers.
None too soon, the sun began to set, and Dave and I jumped at our first shot at an excuse to exorcise my father from our home.
"Looks like it's getting late," Dave said. "Emily should be getting to bed. She has a test tomorrow at school,” I lied. "They're giving you tests already? Barbarism!" my father said to Emily. She giggled, and he ruffled her curly black hair. "Well, I'm sure you'll pass with flying colors anyway," my father said. "I'll pass the test, Grandpa. I promise." "Oh, and now that reminds me. I brought you something special, Emily." For some reason, I tensed up when he reached into his bag. He pulled out a package wrapped in pink paper. He handed it to Emily, who skinned it of its wrapping paper in two seconds.
It was some sort of doll, a grey, homemade-looking thing Frankensteined together from different materials. Emily clutched it tight and looked up at my father, her big, dark eyes full of wonder. "How did you know?" she cried. "It's a secret." "You made this?!" "I sure did!" "Oh, I love her, Grandpa! You're the best grandpa ever!" I inched over around and took a closer look. It was the ugliest fucking thing I've ever seen. Its body was stitched together from two old socks around some sort of bulgy inner frame. It had no mouth, and three glossy white buttons for eyes. Twigs had been hot-glued on for its "hair". Its arms were made from hanger wire twisted around small feathers for fingers, and severed legs from some poor plushie bird had been stitched to the bottom of its torso. “A homemade gift is the sweetest kind," I said. "Thanks, dad." I wanted to dropkick him and his gift out of the house.
He didn't respond, but started to pick up the torn pink paper from the floor. When he turned to stuff it back in his bag, Emily tugged on his pant leg, holding the last bits she had peeled off the doll.
"Grandpa!" With both hands on his bag, he turned to see what she wanted, and his Ray-Bans slipped off his face and fell to the floor.
As he was picking them up, I bent down to get a quick glimpse of his eyes. I don't know why.
They were white.
I straightened back up and quickly slipped into the kitchen. My heart had started to pound. I ran the faucet and pretended to wash my hands while I splashed my face with freezing water over and over again. Then I stared into the sink, watching the water swirl into the drain. Dave came up beside me. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “Just stress,” I whispered, without thinking. “It’s just… taking too long for him to leave.” Dave nodded, and went back into the living room. He took my father’s jacket off the rack and handed it to him. After a few moments, I steeled myself and went back as well. For some reason, I felt like I couldn’t let him even suspect that I saw what I saw.
As my father was putting his boots on, I pulled back the curtains and looked outside. I could only see the two family cars in the long driveway, silhouettes in the dim porchlight.
"They repo your Harley?" I asked. "Some friends dropped me off. They'll be coming to get me." It was nearly pitch black outside. “Sounds good then,” I said. I opened the door for him, and he stepped out into the night. “Bye, dad,” I said. “Bye, Grandpa Leo! Come back soon!”
"Oh," he said, peering through the half-shut door. "And try not to get too sick." I slammed the door in his face.
After a few moments, I stepped away from the door and over to the window. I pulled the curtain aside a tiny bit and peered outside. He went down the driveway, stopped at the edge of the road, then walked across the road and vanished into the darkness of the other side.
Dave and I both had the day off work tomorrow. We stayed up, sitting on the couch and finishing off the rest of the beer, listening to the sounds of the fireplace and the rain that had started outside.
"We are never letting him in our house again," I said. "Oh, abso-fucking-lutely not," Dave said, and handed me a beer. "And after all that shit about 'the organization?' I don't want you even talking on the phone with him." "You don't have to convince me." "What kind of Twilight Zone were you and your mother living in with this guy? Did he act like this all the time?" "Yep. I just thought it was normal. I didn't know any better growing up. I have no idea about my mother. I barely understand her any better than I understand him." “Well, I guess I get you better now,” Dave said. “Why you are the way you are.” I kicked him, mostly playfully.
We sat in silence for a while. "'The organization'," I could hear Dave mutter. "'The cause'. What a joke." Then I turned to Dave. "Did you see his eyes?" I blurted out. That was as long as I could pretend to forget it. “How could I?” “The sunglasses fell off when he was about to leave. Just for a second. Dave, his eyes- they’re dead white.” Dave whistled. “I guess he is showing his age, then. Cataracts don’t normally ever get that bad.”
Cataracts. Of course it was cataracts. That's why he had the glasses. What else would it be?
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2021.11.30 11:28 RacerJ4KE Not Your Typical YSL - Episode 2 - Season Two
Hello and welcome to the season two summary of the Scunthorpe YSL, after what can only be described as a bizarre season one on and off of the pitch. Fans will be hopeful we get over the last hurdle this time and that off of the pitch is less hectic than it was last season. Also in this edition and future editions instead of describing league form I will take a calendar screenshot for the month and also include the youth academy and players out on loan. Anyways lets get into this with a summary of the first month of the season.
August: As well as the results on the pitch there was some drama off of it, Blažo Kuč got into a spat with new Walsall owner Aníbal Chamorro over claims that Chamorro dodged FFP by paying players such as Federico Fazio and Nouha Dicko low wages but paying them weekly undisclosed loyalty fees. These claims are investigated but Walsall and Chamorro are found of no wrongdoing.
September: It is reported in the media that Kuč is set to sell the club amidst him being under investigation from Montenegrin and English FA's and governments as well as FIFA for bribery and corruption mainly across Montenegro and England. It was also reported that should he sell the club that the club would sell for a lot more than what it was bought for due to facility investment and individual player values, it was also said that he had turned down an offer at some time in the summer.
October: Kuč is charged with corruption and bribery with his trail scheduled towards the end of April. He is also told by the EFL to sell the club by the end of the season.
November: Off of the pitch the month was quiet expect for Ranko Dacić's court case against Kuč collapsing thus consigning him to the clubs past.
December: Kuč officially puts the club up for sale with him set to make a significant profit on the club. The usual EFL owner rumours are thrown about but nothing of substance is reported.
January: The first ownership bid takes place putting us under a transfer embargo but it would collapse at the end of the month and Kuč remains owner for now. This month would also see chief youth scout Budimir Sijarić depart following a fall out with Kuč with Mitar Lukačević being promoted to chief youth scout. Colin Colquhoun is appointed as a youth scout joining Nick Le Brocq as part as our youth network.
February: With the results in the league weakening and morale on the decline defender and former Kuč client Mihajlo Pavlović speaks out against the hopefully soon to leave owner by saying the following 'He is simply a lunatic and it takes pretty much nothing for him to snap, he has punished players by not allowing them to wear club gear or shoes in training and by locking them in rooms for a few hours'. Pavlović goes unpunished with Kuč's control loosening.
March: March is very promising as talks take place between Kuč and prospective new owners Rathod-Varma Holdings. The owners are from India but have strong links with the UK and Dipak Rathod was previously involved with Oxford United so they aren't strangers to football.
April: April was a huge month on and off of the pitch, Kuč's trial started at the end of the month and most of all Rathod-Varma Holdings became the new majority owners of the club with the rest of the ownership now with a fan group led by Martin Cotton who is a football agent and Scunthorpe fan. Rathod stated that he wants the club to become as self sustainable as possible without pumping tons of money into signing players. Cotton's role will mainly be to make sure the fans have a proper say in the club whilst Rathod and Rajib Varma will be the people in charge of the finances and investment of the club.
May: Kuč is found guilty of his crimes and is jailed thus ending the Montenegrin era at Scunthorpe. The best way to describe that era would be a whirlwind with many false promises and acts of corruption. The new guys in charge seem genuinely passionate about the club and the sport and things seem on the up for The Iron.
After all of those results you may have spotted us finishing in the playoffs, here is the full table. This best describes how the playoffs went, we are going up thanks to a Hugo John winner against Cheltenham.
Domestic Leagues And Cups, we got to the third round of the Carabao Cup being knocked out by Rotherham.
Transfers, we also signed a defensive midfielder Kian March from Farul Constanța for £300K as he was poached from us by them so I felt it was reasonable to sign him. I also authorised the Webb deal because all but one of our GK'S were out on loan so we needed a backup.
Players Out On Loan
Youth Player Talk: The following players have impressed me enough to mention here, I hope no clubs which can offer Premier League and/or European football come in for these.
Agostinho Vilna: Electric pace and too good for the EFL nevermind League Two, I am resigned to losing him in the summer to the Premier League or another top league but his ability to beat everyone and finish at the near post is sensational.
Hugo John: A constant goal threat who I am most confident of keeping due to his low OVR. Would be higher rated on the wing but I prefer him up top.
Harley Cartwright: A player I wasn't fully convinced by in the first half of the season really changed his game in the second half finishing up with 32 G/A in 54 games, him and John are a great duo.
Riley Nisbet: Wasn't quite as good as last season but was still very solid as part of our attacking unit, still got 18 G/A in 51 games and I reckon he got a lot of assists to assisters.
Yannick Camus: Been a lot better this year but still has a few errors in him, was amazing in the FA Cup run especially and often came in clutch.
Freddie Parsons: Known as the fridge by his teammates and manager, Parsons is a physically strong CB who towers over his opposition, he is easily the best defender at the club and he could head a brick away.
Graduate Of The Year: Freddie Parsons
Player Of The Year: Agostinho Vilna
Thanks for reading through episode 2 of this series, it has been a hectic 2 seasons for The Iron and maybe things will calm down now the Montenegrins have moved on. Regarding the series I will be targeting a season every 10-14 days. Feel free to request things for me to add or attributes for an individual player, I always want to improve these. Hopefully next season is strong on the pitch and is a lot less turbulent on it, until then though bye.
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2021.11.30 11:28 Potential_Twist1809 I Have Been Writing Off People's Medical Debts for Over a Decade - Report with "Discriminatory" Language Removed
Right, despite the fact that I am in recovery myself, some language to describe addicts and women who stay at home instead of working has been removed because many people have said this wall of text was worth the read. I think it needs visibility more than I need to roll my eyes at Reddit moderation. So here is the original text, all scandalous language removed.
"Like the title says. I work for one of the largest medical billing companies in the US, if not the biggest and most profitable. We do all manner of billing, from anesthesia to radiology to emergency room. My company is massively profitable. I don't have any figures in front of me, but its steamrolled other billing companies and consolidated them all over the years. We are owned by a massive global investment firm. It's corporate greed epitomized. And so I have been helping people out by adjusting their bills to zero and by slacking as much as possible while I do it.
Maybe an explanation into how a company like mine works would clarify things for us all. We charge massively overinflated amounts for our services, mostly because the majority of our patients have Medicare, Medicaid, or other large insurances that we have contracted agreements with. Let's say you go to the medical provider and we bill your insurance $100. We have an agreement with your insurance to adjust off 80% of that and just bill you $20. That's what happens with approximately 95% of the dates of service in my company. We bill an insurance or a patient, they pay, or the patient doesn't pay and it goes to collections.
I deal with the other 5%, the people who can't or don't want to pay their bills. After all this time my ear is highly attuned to the nuance of human emotion. I can figure out how to solve patient issues very easily, almost on autopilot as I play on my phone or whatever. Its fairly easy for me to read somebody and then execute whatever I need to do to resolve their problem. People essentially only call in for a handful of reasons, all of which boil down to the opening sentence of this paragraph: they can't or won't pay their medical bills.
I will admit that I take verbal abuse on the daily, but I don't even really hear that anymore. There will always be people who won't pay their bills for whatever reason. In this case, I don't blame them. Because if you don't have insurance, or if you're like me and are essentially the working poor, you pay for insurance just so you don't die in the gutter somewhere. People with no savings and high deductible plans will get hit with a medical emergency and owe thousands out of pocket. Literally. Between ambulance, the doctors, radiology, laboratory work, and so forth, an eighteen hour stay in a hospital can cost upwards of $18,000. And that's where I come in.
It's my job to collect this money. I have a much more genteel sounding title, and we have a glaringly cheesy mission statement to go by, but at the end of the day I am viewed as some kind of disposable but highly trained and efficient harvesting nanobot. I am given a lot of leeway, though, because my company, as vast and vampiric as it is, is also a shits show. They could be truly be rolling in revenue if they wanted to, if the higher ups and executives gave a damn. But since we rake the most exploited and poor people in this country over the coals I am very glad that its so poorly run. And I unashamedly take advantage of this.
I have talked with everyone in this country, it feels like. I've talked to rich old retiree lawyers and doctors who bask in the sun all day in Florida. I've talked to dirt poor folk from the Midwest. I've talked to people who hold philosophy degrees and work at Sizzler, I've talked to gangbangers and immigrants fresh off the boat. Well to do people who haven't worked a day in their lives. World War II veterans. Hippies who aged out but still hold those ideals and have wished me peace and love with the most sincerest tone I have ever heard anyone use. Addicts, racists of all sorts, sinners and more than a few saints. That's the good thing about this job, you get to hear all kinds of accents and talk to people from all walks of life.
One thing holds true across the board with anyone, though, and its that poor people pay their bills. rich people don't. I've been called nine, ten , eleven times in one day by rich patients who don't want to pay their $86 bill, or because the refund check for less than what I make in an hour is a day late being received. Rich people are unconscionable ball breakers and they're extremely cheap. I've been stalked and called at home by rich patients. One patient who was an attorney tracked down the provider who had treated him at their home, called them, and then called the vice president of my company at his home and called his wife a cunt. Rich people pull strings and get their bills adjusted because they're golfing buddies with the doctor who treated them. It's sickening. Nothing gives me the horrors like handling a call and hearing a rich, educated accent on the other end of the telephone, nothing.
On the other hand, I can't count how many times I've had to rely on Google Translate to talk to a poor person who doesn't speak English well because they want to pay their bill. Poor people need a little help and then they're your friends for life once you give it to them. They pay like clockwork. Grown men breaking down in tears because they've buried their families or they got hurt at work and the endless bills are drowning them. I've had patients threaten to kill themselves, and when I asked my higher ups how to help them I was told not to get involved for legal reasons. I tried to help on my own only once, when this gentleman in Florida told me that after the death of his daughter that he was going to kill himself. I called the police anonymously in the town he was at and he ended up getting arrested, but it ended up being just what he needed, because they helped him before the threw his ass in jail. I know this because part of my job is tracking people down to pay their bills, and so I was able to piece together what happened to him after our call. I have a million stories like this, and it all boils down to one thing: despite their being exploited by my company and so many others, poor people aren't trying to cheat anybody.
Poor people are like that, they're passionate, hard working, and they're sick and tired of getting fucked over by the system. I have been talking to the same kind of poor people for years, because I want to write off their balances eventually. If corporate got involved with these people they'd be paying until doomsday. I feel that our providers should be compensated, but not to the tune of $2000.
So for years now, after we get a bit of payment or none at all, I making sweeping write offs for people and deflect any thanks. I've probably written off hundreds of thousands by this point, and I haven't been called out on it yet. When I do this people will sometimes want to talk to my manager to compliment me, and I always say to leave me a voicemail to forward to them since I can't give out anyone else's extension. This is a lie. I just don't want my boss knowing what I am up to. I listen to the voicemails, imprint each voice on my heart, and delete them.
The way I see it, I nor anyone else doesn't make enough in the first place, and my company exists to keep poor people in medical debt in perpetuity. With the pandemic I have let things go even more. I work about two hours a day now, if you even want to call it that. Most of this is keeping up appearances, putting out fires, and writing off bills. I think my phone line is recorded, but my company is so piss poor that no one has caught me slacking or writing stuff off yet. I will keep doing it until I get caught or until there is justice in this country insofar as medical billing goes and everything else."
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2021.11.30 11:28 halliburtonfarms Timeline?
Hired by a defense contractor Sep 17. Previously held a secret as active duty AF. EQip and fingerprints submitted Oct 5th for new secret clearance (delay due to issues with hyphen in my last name or not). Rejected by govt Nov 3 for having “SAHM” listed as employment. Changed to “unemployed” and resubmitted that day. My original start date was Oct 18. Been slipped 3 times and am “penciled in” for next Monday. Still waiting and have heard nothing regarding my clearance. Now that we’re into holiday season should I just give up and find another job? Really thought I’d be working by now. So frustrating
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2021.11.30 11:28 post-news Is the Salvation Army Going Woke?
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2021.11.30 11:28 big_objectives What's a profession that might be seen as not fun or fulfilling but actually is?
2021.11.30 11:28 Throwaway122234556 Yo I am dying thinking about Taylor Swift wearing these swirly ass pants 😂😂 the delusion of Taychay!!
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2021.11.30 11:28 PM_YOUR_PET_IN_HAT Looking for Jeff Rosenstock ticket for tomorrow at the Black Cat
2021.11.30 11:28 SophiaHeartfield Tradewind Finance Speaks at Commercial Factoring Expertise Committee of China (CFEC) Summit Panel