Pozdrav svima!
Druga sam godina na fakultetu (ne bih baš imenovao) i u prvoj godini sam se susretao sa svakakim asistentima i pomislio ‘okej, brucoši smo možda nas žele malo uplašiti zbog nekog razloga…’ ali šta je ovo vaz dis. Ovdje u drugoj godini su bahatiji, previsokog ega i jednostavno bezobrazni.
Stvar kod tih asistenta je to što su mladi i ne znam ako itko od njih ima manje od 30 godina.
Razumijem da su nedavno završili fakultet i dobili ponudu asistenta, ali ćemu takav stav prema studentima? Jedna asistentica je izjavila da u ispitu “ne smijemo imati definicije kao iz knjige inaće smatra da varamo” i ako cijeli ispit stoji i prati svakog studenta.
Zanima me imate li vi ili ste imali neka iskustva sa mlađim nadobudnim asistentima ili se to dešava samo na mojem fakultetu 😅
What do you think about a long-term simple and steady oil industry part of your portfolio or all your eggs in one basket two companies
(If you want to be extreme)
Shell- 4.1% dividend
Exxon Mobil-3.55% dividend
Most important part would be reinvest the dividends;
Probably combination of dividends, reinvesting the dividends, and the growth of the stock. I think Tremendous returns over 10 or 15 years. I think oil’s going to be strong for quite some time I feel like the electric is starting to fizzle out. That’s not to say that electric will not continue to grow and/or that it doesn’t have a sizable market presence. I’m just not seeing the excitement about it I was seeing three years ago four years ago
Hi! Let me tell you a bit about my story. Since I was a child, I’ve had pure OCD with very strong compulsions and magical thinking, as well as health anxiety that has been with me my whole life. At some point, this was also joined by DPDR in episodes. This is how I spent part of my childhood and adolescence, with irrational fears that blocked me and didn’t let me be a normal kid. I missed out on camps, trips, outings with friends, and suffered from stress almost daily, but no one knew how to name my suffering—it was a different time (I’m 27 now).
It wasn’t until a year ago, after a traumatic death and a breakup (which are connected), that my body began to somatize more than ever (though it had already done so before). I experienced palpitations, ectopic beats, dizziness, fatigue, and a kind of flashbacks with very random images. I ended up in the ER several times, but they couldn’t find anything. I underwent a ton of tests while suffering greatly. I felt very disconnected, and my derealization became (once again) constant. On top of that, there were the flashbacks—my body and mind constantly felt like they were dying.
I had to stop living my life and began obsessively searching for answers and solutions. Although I wasn’t very convinced that what was happening to me was mental (health anxiety is a liar), I decided to find a good therapist (I had spent years jumping from one to another, and no one seemed to identify my patterns—it was a waste of money and time). I’ve been working with my current therapist since then, and I’ve improved in many ways. Little by little, I’m resuming my life, but a year and some months have passed, and I’m still struggling with some symptoms and fears.
I’ve been advised to start taking escitalopram, but I don’t dare. My OCD and health anxiety keep finding reasons why it’s a bad idea, but the truth is, living with a mind that goes 3000 km/h and is full of fears and disconnected from reality doesn’t allow me to be the kind of person I believe I am beneath all this tangle of diagnoses.
I don’t want to keep being afraid. Could you help me with your opinion on how you would approach this problem? Would you take the medication? And if anyone has any experiences to share, that would also be great.
I’m sorry for the long text. I hope you all have a wonderful day, and thank you so much for reading this, from the bottom of my heart.
Maraton kısmında vip kombine kısmı var asla dolmuyor ve iğrenç gözüküyor aldığımız paraya değmez bile aniden eskiye dönülmesi lazım stadın ortasında vip mi olur ne zaman TV de bile görsem hevesim kaçıyor
I can usually find my textbooks but can’t find this one anywhere. Royse, David Griffiths, Austin (2020). Child Welfare and Child Protection an Introduction. San Diego : Cognella. ISBN 9781516539222
Thank youu!
Noticed that the size of the damage numbers were significantly smaller than they usually are... could this mean we get our first 100 million+ damaging unit in 10th anniversary?
Got some trouble codes for an 04 4Runner v6. Really don’t want to have to replace the catalytic converters and not sure if I should start smaller. Is there any kind of diagnosis/ troubleshooting I can do to determine the root cause? Does this freeze frame data help me at all? For context I cleared the codes yesterday and they came back within a day of driving to work and back. Thanks for looking
Hey guys, i've been trying to build a dataset to train a llm using pdfs with exam questions that contain mathematical notation. I've been trying to convert these pdfs to build the datasets but i've had no luck. I've tried pdf parsing to text, but it doesn't preserve mathematical notation. I also tried tesseract ocr, but that runs into the same issue. Any ideas?
I needed a job—not a dream job, just something to pay the bills. After 17 years at the mill, it shut down without warning, moving operations to China. That day, I lost my paycheck, my purpose, and any warmth left in my marriage.
Nora, my high school sweetheart, hadn’t been sweet in years. She had a steady job at the hospital cafeteria and wasn’t shy about reminding me she was the only one "contributing to society." Without my income, her tolerance turned to hostility. “Even dogs contribute more than you do,” she’d snap, her words like ice picks.
I tried at first—oil change techs, stockers, even McDonald’s shift manager gigs—but younger, fresher faces snatched up those roles. Desperation drove me to the Internet, where I posted my meager resume on every job board I could find. I’d wake up early, checking emails for leads while Nora berated me about my worthlessness.
One morning, an email caught my eye: “Your Job Search Is Over!” I sighed, knowing better, but curiosity won. The pitch was absurd—$5,000 a month, few hours a week, and a “valuable service to your community.” It smelled like a scam, but something about the persistence of the emails got under my skin. Against my better judgment, I called the number.
Two days later, I found myself in a dingy office, face-to-face with a man who called himself “The Boss.” His round frame and cold handshake unsettled me, but his promise of a high-paying, low-effort job kept me in my seat. When I pressed for details, he slid a contract across the desk, its parchment-like paper and fine print radiating a strange energy.
“You’ll make good money,” he said, his voice oddly compelling. “You’ll serve your community and find a real purpose.”
I hesitated. “Maybe I should have a lawyer look at this.”
His demeanor shifted. “No need for that. Just sign, and all will be revealed.”
I thought of Nora’s daily tirades, her biting insults, and the suffocating air of our small house. I took the pen, signed, and immediately felt a tiny prick on my finger. The ink was red. My chest tightened as he smiled wider.
“Congratulations,” he said, standing. “Welcome to your new life.” The air in the room seemed to shift, growing lighter and darker at once. “Allow me to introduce myself properly. I’ve been known by many names: Mors, Osiris, Thanatos. But you’ll know me best as the Grim Reaper.”
The blood drained from my face. “You’re joking, right?”
“Not at all,” he said, leaning closer. “You’re my new apprentice. There’s much work to be done.”
My world spun as he handed me a scythe. “Your training begins now.”
It was dark when I got home. Nora was in the kitchen. “Well, what the hell took you so long, and did you get the job?” she said.
“Yes,” I responded in a near whisper smiling as I headed towards her back. ”And training starts immediately.”
I've just built my PC. All the parts were brand new. It has a single M.2 2TB SSD. I've started installing Windows 11 and this is one of the first screens in that process. Why is there a Disk 0 and a Disk 1? If Disk 0 is the SSD, what could Disk 1 even be? Should I install Windows in the WINDOWS11 partition of Disk 1 or do something else? Thanks for your help!
and I really liked Jon Gries as Strabinsky. I wish he was a reoccurring character, something like Shawn and Gus go and find him whenever they need computer assistance and make him uproot his life again and again.
And for the record, I never trusted Tom Fong. Two watches? So insane.
