Apartments for rent siloam springs ar | | My bf (22m) and I (20f) got into an argument over a road trip

For context, we have been dating for 2 years. We started dating initially in highschool but then broke it off for a year before getting back together. (Totaling of 5 and a half years and we still talking during our breakup)
Now, my bf has quite a few friends that he’s met online through gaming systems but has never actually met in person. He recently met someone on there who lives in another state about 12 hour drive away. They both starting talking because of their interest in cars.
My bf just bought a very expensive add on kit for his car but wanted to wait to put it in as we move into our apartment together next week and he is undergoing an invasive surgery at the end of the month. To have the kit put in would be close to $1500 on top of the same amount he just spent to get the kit.
His online friend offered to do it for him but he would have to make the drive and most likely stay with him. My bf then in turn asked me if I could go with him. With the time frame that he has, we would have to go the weekend after next.
I have issues with this for a few reasons.

He hasn’t known this person long and never met him in person (they have FaceTimed so I know he’s not a catfish). He doesn’t actually know if this person knows how to work on cars. If this guy messed up his car, how would we get home?
It’s a minimum of 12 hour drive not including traffic, which I don’t think he’ll be able to make by myself (or at least shouldn’t for safety reasons).
If you look at my last post, I have a reactive dog who I can’t just leave with anybody at the drop of a hat and he doesn’t allow her in his car (leather seats).
We’ll only be moved into our apartment for a week and I would have to call out of work as I work weekends which will take away from our rent money.
Again, he has surgery at the end of the month that he will be down for two weeks and can’t go to work.
I do not trust random men I have never met or hung out with in a group setting, why would I stay with a stranger at their house?
He never wants to come out with my friends and I or go on any trips (I have known these friends since highschool) but all of a sudden he wants to go on a “random adventure”

I asked if we could plan for something later since we have so much going on, but he starts a new position at his job that requires him to work weekends once he comes off leaves from his surgery. His attitude was basically “now or never”. I just don’t know if I’m being controlling or not but I feel like these are genuine concerns and frustrations. It seems odd to me that he would drop everything to make plans for someone he’s never met when I have to push him to go hangout with his own friends he’s known for years just because this dude offered to put a kit in his car for free. His reasoning was that he wouldn’t have to pay for it so why wouldn’t he do it?
Am I being controlling or crazy? If I am I will apologize for the argument but I just need to know.
TLDR: my boyfriend wants to go on a trip in two weeks to see someone he’s never met in person to put a kit in his car and asked me to go with him. I said no and got upset because we have so much going on this month. Am I crazy for getting upset?

Hey everybody— I’m renting in a tiny apartment in a major Californian city. There’s a super narrow driveway into the garage that has a steep drop off from the street level and my low ass car bottoms out in it EVERY time. I looked into getting a lift kit for the car but a) it’s too pricey and b) it will affect and worsen my car’s gas mileage.
My question is how can I ameliorate this situation with by talking to the landlord? Is there anything they could even do to make it so I don’t bottom out? Is this even a request I can make?
BTW- Street parking isn’t an option (theft is too high and there’s limited spots since I’m in a busy area). Any ideas?

i have a good amount saved up but it still scares me to spend even $5 on something. i'm always scared i'm gonna open my bank account one day and see that everything is gone or my card will decline out of no where even though i know it's unreasonable
but i bring this up because i have a good handful of things in mind that i want to buy. i need to get new bedding for my rats, a deeper base for their cage, groceries, a sun catcher, and most importantly, a new apartment
it's a lot to think about though, especially on top of bills, current rent, gas, and so on. i'm excited that i at least know what i want though, and have found some inexpensive options for some of the things i mentioned! i hope i can get all of these things checked off soon, even though some aren't necessities
sorry i'm just kinda thinking out loud :')

I'm on contract for 2 more months in my apartment. I pay 13 mil a month. They're making 3 more rooms on this floor right next to my room so the noise is CONSTANT and LOUD. I cannot sleep. It's every morning and weekend.
Also, my roof has been leaking. I have a bucket to collect most of the water, but I need to empty it and mop the floor every time it rains. I've been asking them to fix it for a month or reduce my rent but now I just want to leave.
I pay too much for this to be my reality. I only moved here because it was pet friendly, but my cat died 2 months ago. I'm off work for one month and would like to move while I have time, but they will not break my contact without keeping my security deposit, even if I feel the spirit of my contract is broken. How do I break the lease and get my money back so I can move? Am I shit out of luck? Cheers thanks.

I’m paying 2650 for a 1BR with laundry+ dishwasher. Central heat/AC. Its 3rd floor walk up. Relatively new appliances. Balcony and shared rooftop. Only water is included in the rent. Located near 28th ave and 38 street.
Moved in 2 months ago, seemed like a fair rate at the time after viewing similar apartments in the area, but I hear people pay much less for 2BR. Am I overpaying?

My (21f) parents own an apartment in my college town that I am currently living in. The unit has 4 bedrooms, so I normally live with 3 other girls. Next year though, my brother is coming to my college and we have decided that I will live with him and one of his friends, and I will get 2 bedrooms to myself (since I am having to share with boys). My roommate (21f) was supposed to move out in July when her lease ended, but abruptly moved all of her stuff out right when school ended. She did not tell me she was leaving and then cut off all contact with me. We have been friends for a few years and have lived together for 3 of them so I was pretty confused, but I did not push it any further. I decided that since she had already moved out, I would go ahead and move some of my stuff into her room, since it was going to be my second room next year. Now, she has found out that I moved in and she is refusing to pay rent. It doesn’t make sense to me because she chose to move out early and left her key so obviously had no intention of coming back, but she signed the lease which says that she has to pay for 2 more months. Am I in the wrong here?

I moved here from the west coast recently and I have an account with US Bank and Wings Credit Union. I am moving into an apartment tomorrow and they need a cashiers check for the deposit and first months rent. I had no idea US bank didn’t operate on the east coast! I have been planning on just stopping by the bank today to get the check, easy peasy. But now I see that there are no US bank locations to do so! Idk what to do. Do I go and open a new account at a bank her and try to transfer the money immediately and get the cashiers check? Does US bank partner with anyone over here I can get it from?

MUCHO TEXTO INCOMING.
I've been dating my GF for about 8 months now. Before this relationship we dated for a year (JUN 2019-JULY2020). But broke up for what i thought were solely long distance issues. So when i eventually came back to the US in 2022, I was willing to try dating again.
Topic 1: Current living and financial situations
I will admit some fault of my own to start with. Due to the driving I had to do to see her, after about a month of dating, i told her she could move in with me in my apartment and get a closer job if she wanted. I thought i had a good idea of what it'd be like to live with her but i clearly shouldn't have rushed into this.
That being said, I'm well off financially with my job so i pay the rent, all bills related to my car, and internet since all 3 of these were financial responsibilities i took up on my own. We split utilities, pet rent, and gym fees which usually ends with her contributing about $140 a month to bills and she usually contributes another 200 or so in various other things
In total, i pay around $4k a month to keep us living comfortably and she pays about $500.
She works a much lower pay job than me and hasn't done much in my opinion to get out of it. So that's why she's still making a lot less money than me. She also doesn't have a driver's license so anywhere we wanna go that requires driving is on me. She claims her vision may affect her driving ability if/when she tries to get one. I believe her as she doesn't have much of a reason to lie.
Topic 2: Jealousy/ Insecurity
I also can admit some fault as it pertains to a woman i am friends with. A while after I broke up with my current gf in 2020. I met another girl and developed feelings for her. We got drunk once and kissed each other, but never more than that. When i returned from overseas, I lived with this girl and her BF for about a month until i got my own apartment. One time i took my GF with me to her house to get some mail and on the way home she inquired about my history with my friend and i admitted to previously having feelings for her and kissing her in summer of 2021. My GF didn't like this and i shouldn't have hidden it from her.
This has created a trust issue in our relationship and to this day she clearly feels I'm hiding things. Any time she makes a statement that sounds accussing, i offer her to look in my phone and she declines.
However i think it's worth stating that she had trust issues the last time we were dating (before i met my friend) for no solid reason.
Everytime we talk or fight about the fact that i hid this from her, i feel like we hash it out and I even apologize again, only for it to come back up again in a month. I just want her to understand that I'm not hiding anything, which is why I tell her my phone passcode and offer her to look through it if she feels I'm hiding things.
She also got onto me about liking pictures of girls i went to high school with where they were in bikinis at the beach. She claimed these pictures were too "lewd" and "provocative". I assured her that i was just liking the pictures since it was a small demand and she still insisted i stop so i agreed to it to make her happy. I will say though, these weren't something like an only fans promotion. They were the most SFW bikini pics you could take.
This was also something we fought about last time we dated.
Topic 3: "I don't listen/ I don't care."
I can agree that sometimes I don't hear my GF when i should. That being said i also work in a very loud industrial environment so I may have some minor hearing damage after the past few years of working this job. This led to me recording what it sounded like at my job site and next time she brought up that "i don't listen " I showed her the video and said that i don't have good hearing after dealing with loud noises like that all day. She cried cause she felt bad for making me feel like i don't listen on purpose and i thought we had finally fixed that problem. But unfortunately she still asks if I'm ever even listening to her when I don't hear her, even if I'm doing something that requires my full attention like driving.
She also likely has a case of OCD. This has caused some contention as i sometimes forget to organize things how she likes to since I'm forgetful. When she asks.me.to put things back how she likes them, i have no issue with it and do it. But she'll still occasionally ask me if i even care about the fact she has OCD and this will usually result in an argument about whether or not I'm accommodating enough for her.
Topic 4: I don't spend enough time with her.
I will admit some fault here as the past couple weeks, I've been spending a lot of my days playing a new video game that just released. That being said, i still spent some time with her every day and spent all day with her on her Birthday and took her on a fancy dinner date.
Every day we usually cook dinner together. Spend an hour watching TV together. And we have sex about twice a week. We also run errands together and go with each other pretty much anytime we leave the house. We also go on a dinner date at least once a month, outside of special events.
That being said, she still says we don't spend enough time together and we should be going on more dates or doing more stuff at home together since the aforementioned activities aren't "quality time together".
The thing is I already make every effort to take her with me everywhere. I rarely go anywhere besides work on my own cause i don't want to make her upset, so saying we don't spend enough "quality time" together just makes me feel like shit.
Idk. I could definitely say more, but what do you guys think i should do with this relationship based off the info here?
TL;DR. Some of it is my fault, but my GF contributes less, is insecure, thinks i don't listen or care, and never thinks i spend enough time with her.

Looking to sublease a fully furnished double room at 433 Midvale from Mid June to September

Rent: 1200 per person per month
Spacious, furnished 2-person bedroom with a bathroom, 2 full beds, 2 closets, and 2 desks
Will be living in a 3 bedroom, 7 person apartment. The other 2 rooms will be occupied by 5 boys—one triple and one double. All of us are clean and responsible, and have lived together for a year with no problems.
Very large kitchen
Washer and dryer right across the hall
Parking spots available to rent during your sublease

My landlord filed N12 in bad faith and I have physical evidence that they violated the law. Been asking for compensation rent for months but called it a "bullying tactic" when I have texts and emails of them bullying me and aggressive so I had to involve a lawyer and every time they act childishly I ask them to contact my lawyer then they become more aggressive and abusive, it's mind boggling as they're elderly and behaving like a 10 years old.
So they decided suddenly to show up next week for a sudden inspection knowing that im going to be away but my friend will be there. So can I ask her not to bring in anyone with them as my valuables are inside the apartment still? And they filed N12 so legally they can not rent the apartment so no viewings allowed.
And another question, after finally agreeing to pay me compensation rent, they said they'll only give it to me after I give them the keys to the apartment which is absurd! so is this legal? I dont trust that person at all!
appreciate all the help and advice with these people.

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“It’s a hard truth to accept, son… but you need to let her go. You need to understand that your daughter is dead. Gone. Whatever's left… that’s not your little girl. Not anymore.”
Those words broke me, but I needed to hear them.

Pastor Sanders put a gentle hand on my shoulder as I bowed my head, feeling the tears come.
“I’m sorry, Father…” I said, expecting him to take his hand away, to chide me for my weakness. But he did no such thing. Ever the gentle shepherd, he comforted me in my moment of need. He was a kind, but stern looking man, with a comforting smile and greying hair.

“It is natural to mourn the death of your own child,” He said. “That’s what any good father would do.”
“I tried… I tried to raise her right… tried to take care of her.”

“You did your best, my son,” Pastor Sanders assured me, “That is all that a man can do. But Satan is relentless. He is devious. He never comes with horns and a pitchfork. He chooses a more innocent form. He comes bearing what seems like wisdom, he comes in the form of a teacher, a friend, a mentor. Your daughter is not the first child whos life he has slithered his way into… and until the day where he is vanquished along with all the demons of hell, she will not be the last. Children are among Satan’s favorite targets. He seeks to indoctrinate them for his glory, he corrupts them and destroys them. I know what it is like as a parent to watch as he takes the child you raised and leaves something evil in its place. Not knowing or understanding what is happening. It’s a horrifying experience.”

“It happened to you too?” I asked.
Pastor Sanders nodded solemnly.
“It did. The pain you’re experiencing right now, I know it all too well. I lost my son about two years ago. He… he used to be a good boy. A proud boy. Then he met some girl…” His voice lowered into a hiss of disgust, “She lured him away from God. Turned him into something he wasn’t. She took him away from me.”

“How did you get him back?” I asked.
“I didn’t,” Pastor Sanders replied. “There comes a certain point where they are too far gone to save. When your child has forsaken God completely, there is no returning from that. There is no life without God, there is only despair and the only salvation that can be offered to them is to prevent them from comitting any further attrocities before God.”

My heart seized up in my chest.
“Father…?” I asked.
He had a far away look in his eye.
“I brought that boy into this world… I took him out. It was the only way I could save him. The only thing I could do to spare him from eternal Hellfire. I sent his soul to God, and through God I hope he may be purified.”

I was silent, unsure what to say to that. It almost sounded as if the Pastor was talking complete madness. He looked back at me, studying my expression for a moment before smiling at me.
“You’re wondering how I could do it, aren’t you?” He asked.
“Your own son, Father?
“Yes, my own son. It was necessary, to save his soul… and if you want to save your daughter…”
“No!” I said, standing up suddenly, “No! No, I couldn’t!”

He remained seated in the pew of the empty church, looking up at me.
“Then your daughter will be condemned to Hell.”
“There must be some way to save her!” I said.
“If there were, I would share it with you. You know that I would. But there is nothing. Nothing more that I have to offer you, here. The only path forward is to deny the Devil his soul.”
“Please, Father… please, I can’t…”

He finally stood up, turning to leave me.
“Father…?” I asked, as he stepped out from between the pews. He sighed before looking back at me. He paused, studying me for a moment before speaking again.
“As I said before, your daughter is already dead. My son was too. Whatever remains isn’t really them. Not anymore. You won’t get her back. All you can do is set her free. In the eyes of our children, we are their greatest heroes, Bill. And the task of a hero isn’t always an easy one. It never has been, even in the oldest myths. Think of Perseus… that’s a name you probably know, isn’t it?”

I nodded. The Greek hero who’d slain Medusa.
“Perseus ventured into the lair of the Gorgon, Medusa as an act of penance. When the King, his stepfather had invited him to a banquet, Perseus had no horse to offer him as a gift. So he asked the King to name his price. He requested the head of Medusa… and so Peresus sought it and when he returned, he earned his redemption. See yourself in Perseus, Bill. Do what needs to be done.”

With that, he left me there, broken in the pews and struggling with the truth he had bestowed upon me.

I already knew what needed to be done. And I knew that I had no choice but to do it.

Pastor Sanders was a stern teacher… but there was always purpose in his lessons. He was a man who spoke only truth, I knew this. It was why others feared him, ostracized him, persecuted him, and those who followed him. He had come to me at my lowest point about a year ago and I had given everything to follow him. My home was his home. My wealth was his wealth. People said I was a fool for what I did, but I knew that when the time came, they would wish that they had made the choices that I had made. I knew that the Lord would reward me for my loyalty to Pastor Sanders and to Him, for my faith in the Lord could not steer me wrong.

That said - I will admit that what Pastor Sanders told me tested my faith in him a little. But only a little. I knew in my heart that he was right. My daughter was dead. All I could do was deny whatever was left of her the chance to sin again, and perhaps free her soul. Maybe then, I might see her again in heaven. Maybe…

I would see her in heaven.

I would see her again and I would have my little girl back and that would be my reward! God willed it! God would make it so!

I knew what I had to do… and by God, I would do it. Like Perseus I would hunt the demon who had taken my daughter from me and I would destroy it, and grant her salvation!

Hallelujah.

***

I knew that I’d raised my little girl better than this. I knew that I’d raised her right. That I’d raised her to be honest, faithful, pure.

But the girl I saw walking down the street looked like none of those things. My daughter had natural hair, she didn’t dye it! She didn’t put on makeup like some whore, she didn’t dress like a whore! But the girl I saw walking down the street wore short shorts, had dyed blue hair, she had tattoos, good Lord! I almost didn’t recognize her as my own flesh and blood, and were it not for her aryan features I might not have recognized her at all.

I’d known that she had been sick… that she had been twisted. But I hadn’t realized just how bad it had gotten. I should never have let her leave home… I should never have let her leave me four years ago. But she’d begged and pleaded with me to let her go to college. She’d said that getting an education would be good for her. But I’d said no. I’d said that she didn’t need to waste her time on such things! A woman has no business slaving away for a wage. That’s a man’s job. That’s a man’s duty. But she’d begged and begged… and in the end I’d given in. I thought that maybe if she saw the depravity of the world for herself, she’d understand why I was so against her leaving. She’d understand why I didn’t want my precious flower to be poisoned by the sickness that has infected this world!

Clearly, I was wrong.

Once my daughter was gone, she never came back. I was sure she’d come home when I refused to continue to pay for her indoctrination at some college, but she persisted. She stayed in the city, put herself in debt to pay her way through school and started living with some other whore, who she paid rent with.

When I demanded that she return to me, she refused. She said that she wouldn’t go back under my roof! Even when I drove into that city to drag her out, to bring her home by force she locked herself in an apartment and had her ‘friends’ stand guard out front, telling me that she refused to see me.

I would have pushed past them, but they fought me tooth and nail. One of them, a particularly tall and somewhat lanky girl that she lived with. This girl I remembered most prominently. She’d had sharp, roman features, intense eyes and a large beanie that she wore on her head that made her look like some stoner, hippie freak. I swore that I even saw dreadlocks under there. She had been the strongest of them, to an almost impressive extent. She’d kept me from even making it into her apartment.

I’d sworn to her that I’d be back, but she hadn’t bothered indulging me with a reply. And when I had honored my word and returned with my brother and some of his friends, we found that someone else had taken over that apartment. My daughter and her whore friends had fled from us… and we weren’t able to find out where they went.

For years, I had not heard a single word from my daughter… and I missed her every day, or at least I suppose I missed the girl she had been, once upon a time. When I had tried reaching out to her, she had ignored me. I even tried getting in touch with some of her friends, but they refused to talk to her on my behalf.

This was not the girl I’d raised! The girl I’d raised would have honored her father, she would have known she owed me her respect and her obedience, she would never have treated me with such contempt!

No… this was nothing like the girl that I’d raised! This was something else although just what, I did not know. Pastor Sanders had said that only an actual demon could change someone so drastically, and I wondered if perhaps he was right.

I’d tried hiring a lawyer to look into some legal avenue I could pursue to have her brought back to me, and when that proved fruitless I tried to sue the college, for indoctrinating my daughter and taking her away from me, but that didn’t get me anywhere either.

My options dwindled away into nothing… and as much as I hadn’t wanted to accept Pastor Sanders truth, it was the only thing that I had left to cling to. Finding my daughter again after all these years was no easy feat… but I was patient and God was on my side.

She didn’t even notice me as she’d walked past my parked car that evening, but I saw her in all of her depravity. I saw the way she held hands with that tall girl I had seen before… the one who wore that disgusting beanie on her head. I watched as they chatted among each other, I observed the way they lingered so close to one another and I knew that they were more than just friends.

The sight of my daughter in some girls arms sickened me… my daughter, corrupted by this vile woman. The way that the woman in the beanie kissed my daughters cheek confirmed it. And as I watched them, I made the silent decision to kill her first… to teach my arrogant, faithless daughter… or whatever was left of her a lesson. To remind her that there was no place on this earth where she was safe from God!

The gun sat in my glovebox, it was loaded and ready. I watched as my daughter and her lover entered an apartment building. I already knew what floor they were going to, and I already knew which apartment.

Finding them had not been easy, but as I said I was persistent and blessed by God on my holy mission. The strength of Pastor Sanders kept me going and my faith was ironclad.

The sky was growing dark. After a few moments, I left my car and made my move. The gun rested heavy in my hand. It may not have been the most divine weapon, but it would do the job.

Floor 7, apartment 721.

That was my destination.

Like Perseus into the lair of Medusa, I stood stalwart and strong. I stepped out of the elevator and into the hall, feeling my heart race with every step. The voice of Satan whispered in my ear, begging me not to slaughter my own child. But I needed to do it. Killing her was the only way she could attain salvation! It was the only way she could return to God’s light!

My heart raced as I pounded on the door.
‘The task of a hero isn’t always an easy one.’
I was a hero, wasn’t I? I would be her hero!

I could hear footsteps approaching the door. I recognized them.

My daughter was close. My daughter was coming.

I would save her.

I exhaled, and when the door open I moved, forcing it open. I saw the wide, terrified eyes of my little girl as I closed my hand around her throat and pinned her against the wall. She tried to scream, but I forced her not to, pressing the gun into her stomach.
“Not a word…” I growled.

Her big blue eyes were fixated on me, wide and full of tears. For a moment, I remembered the child I’d used to know… the child I’d used to love.

I couldn’t do this, I couldn’t do this, I couldn’t do this…

I needed to. FOR HER SALVATION!

Grabbing my daughter, I dragged her deeper into the apartment. I didn’t see any trace of her girlfriend but I could hear a bath running in the next room. I tossed my daughter into the living room, sending her crashing to the ground and keeping the gun aimed at her. She didn’t utter a sound, she just stared at me, knowing what I was going to do.

“Wait…” She said, her voice trembling as she raised a hand to me, “D-Daddy wait…”
I didn’t answer her.

I heard the bathroom door open. Her girlfriend had likely heard the commotion and come to investigate.
“You will watch this…” I said to her, before turning to send the whore who had corrupted my daughter straight to hell.

No sooner had I turned around, did I see her emerging from the bedroom, dressed only in a bathrobe, with a towel wrapped around her head. She seemed to tower over me, and she fixed me in that intense stare of hers, recognizing me and immediately realizing what this was. I aimed the gun at her and watched her freeze.

“You took my girl away from me…” I hissed, “You took her from me…”
My finger pressed down on the trigger. There was no hesitation here. Only rage, pure and unfettered.

I would shoot this woman dead without batting an eye.

It would be easy.

And yet while the gun went off, the bullet missed.

I felt my daughters weight slamming into me, trying to stop me from killing the whore who had corrupted her. I heard her screaming at me, begging me not to. I threw her off of me. She was always a petite girl. She couldn’t stop me for long. I tried to aim the gun at the girlfriend again, but she had taken full opportunity of the distraction that my daughter had produced to close the distance between us. She grabbed me by the wrist with an iron grip, and kept me from aiming the gun at her.
“NO!” I spat, “DIE, YOU WHORE! DIE!”

With my free hand, I clawed at her face. I tore the towel off of her head and then…
Then…

Then I saw what lay beneath it… and my heart froze in my chest.

My daughter's girlfriend seemed surprised for a moment, but not for long. The things on her head on the other hand, seemed almost relieved to be free. They writhed and twisted on her scalp, hissing at me as they fixed me in their burning yellow eyes. They bore their fangs at me, rearing back to strike, but didn’t.

I stared into the eyes of Medusa. Beautiful, yet hideous with tangled emerald serpents for hair… and she looked back at me with a cold disgust that flayed me down to my very soul. Perseus would have stood brave! Perseus would have fought! I needed to fight too!

I struck her again, screaming in both terror and rage. She tried to stop me, but she wasn’t fast enough. I’d hit her across the head once, and was swinging my fist at her again when she caught it. One of the emerald snakes upon her head struck at me, biting my hand. Its bite left a searing pain behind.

I screamed as the Medusa pushed me off of her, sending me crashing to the ground. The gun slipped from my grasp as I gripped my burning hand. Its fingers clenched into a fist, but would not unclench.
No… no! I would not succumb to whatever this was! I would not succumb to the Gorgon’s poison!

“Gabrielle!” My daughter called, rushing to her side. She ran into the embrace of the Gorgon, before looking down at me. Her eyes settled on the bite in my hand, and a solemn look crossed her face.
“Don’t look, May…” The Gorgon said softly, and my daughter turned her head from me.

I tried to stand, but my body was already starting to burn. My muscles felt stiff and moving felt harder and harder… but my skin still looked like skin… it didn’t look like stone! I collapsed, gasping for breath as I did. Watching my skin, I could see something beneath it shifting. It could see my skin begin to bulge and deform. I could see new bone growth appearing in those deformities. My body was burning, growing, changing, coming apart.

I tried to reach for the gun, but my arms would not move anymore.
This shouldn’t be happening!
This shouldn’t be possible, God was supposed to be on my side! I shouldn’t be falling to one of Satan’s monsters! I shouldn’t be dying at the hands of the demon that held my daughter!

I looked up at them one last time. The Gorgon held my daughter close, comforting her as my body turned against me. Every movement caused fresh new pain to erupt through me. Breathing became impossible, as my lungs and throat became solid.

I lay on the ground, gasping for breath until no more breath came and then, when there was nothing left I only watched as the Gorgon gently took my daughter into the next room so she wouldn’t have to watch me die.

The room was empty when I finally slipped away into darkness… and when I did, I knew that God would not be waiting for me.

I(21F) live with my dad(43M), Sisters ( 9 years old and 2 years old), and my stepmom (42). Fair warning this could be triggering for some if they had suffered through family trauma or lost a loved one. For some extra context, My mother passed away from cancer when I was a teenager, and my sister Rachel was two years old at the time. My father soon remarried to his current wife and three months after they wed she got pregnant and freaked out. Since she had never been married or pregnant. My dad was happy because he always wanted more kids. As for Rachel and I, we couldn't be happier we were so excited. I love being a big sister and Rachel was excited to become one. Things started getting crazy after the baby was born. My stepmom refused to lift a finger and wanted her mom to help her with everything from cooking to helping her get dressed. I understand if this was only after she gave birth but this is still happening now. My half-sister Ally is two years old and her grandma is still doing everything in our household. I try to do my best when can to help Ally's grandma as much as I can because even though her grandma is very healthy she is a 70-year-old woman and not as young as she used to be. I wish I could do more to help but I am in law school and work a full-time job at a law office that is almost an hour away from home and I come home worn out. The problem is that Ally's grandma is moving 20 mins away and won't be as close to us as she is now because she lives 5 mins away. This has left my stepmom spiraling and going crazy. She starts fighting and gets upset at random all the time. I try my best to keep the peace and stay out of her way but she has been pushing it too far. Recently she brought up the topic of wanting me to start paying for rent. Which I would be fine with but, find extremely unfair because I am paying for my college tuition on my own. Plus I provided $300 a month with a property that I partially share ownership with my dad and I help pay for groceries twice a month. My dad knows that I do all of this but, to say the least, he doesn't want to make her more upset so he lets her do as she pleases. On top of that, she wants me to now pay for rent?! What do you think Reddit, AITAH? (excuse my spelling errors)
Edit: I am overwhelmed with the amount of support I have received from you guys truly I am grateful. I wanted to let you guys know though I know miracles don't happen overnight. I ran into another situation with my stepmom. I had a doctor and eye doctor appointment back to back and had to pay it all out of pocket because as it turns out my stepmom took me out of my dad's insurance. I had to pay almost $900 out of pocket. I struggled so much to contain my frustration with her. I immediately called my dad and told him what had happened and he assured me that he would look into it and speak to his wife. When I got home my stepmom confronted me and was really upset because she says I am a 21-year-old adult and shouldn't need insurance from my dad. She also said not even think about asking my dad for money because "I am an adult". I was so upset because yes I am an adult a young adult there are many reasons why I do my best to keep the peace. Plus I personally don't feel ready to move emotionally. I want the best for my sisters and I want them to grow up in a healthy environment and work with my stepmom for my sisters. Even though I could take the easy way and move out I have not yet moved out. As many of you all know that rent is expensive even for a small apartment and for many other personal reasons. However, I wanted to take the peaceful route and built up the courage to talk to my dad privately and vent to him about how I was feeling and how she was making me feel. He said he would talk to her about it which I appreciated. It didn't fix the problem completely but It's a step in the right direction and I am okay with that because it shows progress for my family. I don't know what the future holds for me but I am doing my best to survive and stay positive.

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Before applying we were in contact with the leasing agent for the townhome/apartment complex and she told us that if we were to apply within a certain timeframe we would have the first months rent free, and second month have $300 off to help ease our way into it.
We paid $45 per person, three people for application. We were also paying a $300 holding fee and were told that would be refunded or be the security deposit depending on the outcome of our applications. We got accepted and are scheduled to go over and sign the lease tomorrow, but how much would we need to pay upfront? It seems hastly thrown together and pretty vague, and I think it's stating that even after security deposit they will owe us the $413. We are all new to this and are struggling to understand exactly what is being stated

I just moved to Ashland and both stores made me similar offers. Any advice on which is better to work at?
Also, if you know any apartments for rent, that would be awesomes.
Thanks!

My (22f) bf (25m) and I have been together for almost 5 years. We have been each other’s bestfriend, it’s been me and him against the world. He’s my first in everything and I am the first girl he loved. We are each other’s first serious relationship. Like any other relationship, we work through our problems, insecurities, etc by talking it out. “Communication is key” is what he always says. We don’t talk to our family that much bc they are toxic- we rely on each other heavily (emotionally and mentally).
We’ve been living together for almost 2 years now and we would always argue about him working too much (used to work 2 jobs and now working ot)and slacking on his fair share of chores (bc he’s exhausted). I have been working on being patient with him but I felt that my part wasn’t appreciated. He’s not the type of person who opens up to people due to the fear of vulnerability and being seen as “weak”.
One morning I woke up and wanted to check the time so I looked at his phone and saw a text from a “coworker” that says she is home at 4am. I am very against going thru your partner’s phone bc of privacy and I believe that we are our own individuals but my intuition told me that there’s something more. Long story short I found out that he was flirting with a girl from work and he let her kiss him on the lips and neck. She pursued him even after knowing that he has a gf. I confronted him about it but he denied it. He said that he loves me and that I am the only one. I showed him the evidence and finally admitted that he cheated. There were lots of tears and questions. I felt so betrayed, hurt, disrespected, insecure, and shocked. It’s not in his character to cheat or entertain other girls so I asked him why he cheated. He said that he wasn’t happy in the relationship, that I was nagging him too much, he didn’t feel appreciated, he had financial burden (we recently moved to a big city I have been struggling to find a job since my plan A fell thru). He did not want to tell me his problems bc he felt that it would put too much pressure and burden on me. He also mentioned that he wanted to leave the relationship but didn’t have the courgse to do so. I wish he communicated this to me so I could have helped him. I wish he gave me the opportunity to support him the way he needed. I started to blame myself.
The man who I trusted, loved, and cared for the most has cheated on me. He was my stability. He is a huge part of my life. He always took care of me and prioritized me. We were long distance before and he would drive 3.5 hrs away after work to see me every 2 weeks for about a year. He never gave me a reason to doubt him before. Ending this relationship means I would have to get a full time job while being a full time student (I have two cats and prefer to rent a 1 bed 1 bath apartment or a house with trustworthy roommates), lose someone who understands me best, and have to learn how to live alone.
I am willing to work on our relationship and he is too. He apologized multiple times and is even willing to do couple’s counseling. But he is hesitant to get back together bc he is ashamed to face my family and friends, it’s going to be a lot of work to repair our relationship and earn my trust back, and he wants to take a break first. He said he was exhausted of all his problems plus our relationship issues combined. I honestly want to trust him but I still have my doubts. I told him that it will be a while until I stop asking questions about the cheating part and his interactions with female friends and coworkers (which he is getting tired of already).I am confused on how to proceed with this.
Do I fight for this relationship even if it’s going to take a lot of work and risking the possibility of being hurt again? Do I end things even though I know it’s going to feel like the end of the world? Or should we take a break? My only concern of us taking a break is him potentially hooking up/flirting with other people since his coworkers have been inviting him to go drinking/party.
TLDR: bf of almost 5 years, who meant everything to me cheated on me. Not sure if I should stay or end the relationship bc I love him too much. I’m not sure I can handle a future without him.
Any advice will be greatly appreciated.

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I first met this guy three years ago Ill refer to him as T. After a few dates we eventually started dating. We made plans once to twice a week where I would drive an hour to come see him and every time our plan would change and we stayed in and eat food. The relationship plateaued pretty quickly. We stopped trying to get to know each other. Anytime I would ask him about himself or his day he always deflected and switched topics. I started to feel like that he didn’t want to be seen with me in public and that I was secret. It started to take a toll on my mental health. (I felt like I was being hidden and he didn’t want to be seen with me) I ended the relationship after being for a few months and took a break to focus on myself and my mental health. Fast forward a few months later and I reached back out to him just to see how he was doing. I felt like I was in a better place mentally and was ready to try things again. He was in a relationship with someone else. I told him I was completely fine with being platonic and if he felt like that crossed a boundary with the current person he was seeing that if he didn’t want to talk me I would be ok with that. He told me it was fine and we rarely chatted and when we did it was just about how our day was and that was it. Eventually he stopped talking to me all together. (Months later he stopped talking to me because he still had feelings for me and couldn’t lie to his current gf at the time about the feelings he had for.) I messaged him to give him back his hoodie (I tried giving it back to him right after the initial break up but he wouldn’t take it back. The hoodie was a gift from T moms of his favorite basketball team and I didn’t feel right just throwing it away.) I was getting ready to move in with my then BF Ill refer to him as J and didn’t want to explain why I had exs hoodie after all this time. We met up just to give him the hoodie back briefly chatted about how good our relationships were going and that was it. He reached back out to me a few months later wanted to check in and see if single or if I was still in a relationship. (He just gotten out of a relationship) I told him if anything it would have to be strictly platonic because I was in a relationship and if he couldn’t keep it that way then it was be best if we didn’t talk. He agreed that it would be platonic. We briefly chatted a few times a months just normal how are you and what not messages. (T later told me that he never really wanted to be just platonic friends and was just waiting for his moment when my relationship with J would be over) My relationship with J eventually ended we were just at different stages of our lives. T and I started to talk more and it lead to more flirtatious conversations. Unfortunately I am currently locked into my lease contract with J and all the bills are in my name. I can’t really move or afford to pay double rent. J and I are currently roommates and sleep in separate rooms. As T and I got more serious I started to talk to J about T and see how things would work if one of us wanted to bring someone home. J got really upset and became very toxic and started to make my home life hell. He was constantly stressing me out whether if was starting random fights or being late on his share of the rent. It got so bad sometimes to the point of where I couldn’t afford groceries. I started to get so stressed and overwhelmed it physically made me sick. One time I had gotten so sick I was put on bed rest for a week. I talked to T about J and how my home life took a horrible turn. What used to be simple conversations with T just turned into how to get J out the house or how he was just going to have to deal with the fact that I moved on. In theory it sounds great but for my health and mental well being it was a really bad idea. Legally I couldn’t get J out or even evict him and unless he physically hurt/abused or threaten me there wasn’t much I could do. I decided that I just needed a few days away from everyone so I told T I needed some space. T later texted me saying that he was going to move on. I finally responded to T two days later saying that I respect his choice and that if he really wanted to find someone else he could. T and I talked and he said he just said it in the heat of the moment. T and I talked about being a family and me being his wife. My health got so bad from the amount of stress I was going through I ended up in the hospital twice in one week. After my second hospital visit I decided to break things off with T temporarily while I focused on my getting my health in better place so T and I could be in better place. He said he understood and would by my side and loved me no matter what. When I first said I needed a break I thought it would take a month at most. During the time away from T my home life did improve a little J started keeping to himself more and ignoring me. Which I couldn’t be any happier about. Also during that time I became even sicker during those months I had a miscarriage and bleed on my period for almost two months. (I’ve been on birth control for a long time and didn’t even know I was pregnant till the miscarriage happened.) I also got another diagnosis about my health. I spiraled quickly. I only had a miscarriage one other time in life and when I was sexually assaulted by someone I knew. I felt so alone I didn’t really have any friends to talk to so I just dealt with everything by myself. I spent days, weeks thinking about the miscarriage. Do I tell T about the miscarriage? Is it worth it? He wasn’t really ready for kids. We weren’t really ready for kids and there was a lot of things I was still working through. T and I had things of our own that we needed to work such as creating a more stable relationship that wasn’t so messy and finding a place together. I couldn’t stop thinking about T. I missed him. Seeing him. Being around him they way he made me feel safe. I finally deiced to reach out to T because I felt like I was in a semi better place. I wanted to work on us if there could be an us. I still wasn’t sure if I should tell him about the miscarriage. I found myself smiling watching in name pop up on my phone. T and I conversation were ok. T did mention that he was upset and felt betrayed by me. Apart of me felt hurt by this because I felt like he felt like I should have put him before my mental and physical wellbeing. One day while messaging T I forgot my phone in kitchen and J found out that I was talking to T again and had a complete melt down. I made and impulsive decision that I deeply regret and told T that it might be better if I wasn’t in his life. I just started to get better and couldn’t go back to toxic home life. I didn’t want to end up in the hospital again. My doctors were worried about the long-term effects of the stress. The amount of stress I was under it was going to kill me. I don’t want to jeopardize my health just to be happy but I don’t want to miss out on the guy I love. I tried reaching out to T later that day to talk about everything but he didn’t respond. I thought maybe he just needed space so I reached out a few days later then a few more and a few more till finally a month has passed and I called him and left him a voicemail asking him to talk. He said he wants nothing more to do with me and that I am too toxic to be with. Random things I didn’t mention T said the choice was always me. If I would have mentioned having feelings for him when I gave him the hoodie back that he would of left his current relationship for me. If he could define the person he wanted to be with it would be me. He held onto old pictures of me from the first time we dated even after he got a new phone. Apart of me waited so long to reach back out to him because I wasn’t in the best space to complete commit to him with a relationship. I was also ashamed and felt like failure because I wasn’t completely better. He doesn’t’ know that J being toxic again is reason why I made the impulsive decision to push him away.) I guess I’m just looking on advice or anything thoughts. I still love T greatly.

I first met this guy three years ago Ill refer to him as T. After a few dates we eventually started dating. We made plans once to twice a week where I would drive an hour to come see him and every time our plan would change and we stayed in and eat food. The relationship plateaued pretty quickly. We stopped trying to get to know each other. Anytime I would ask him about himself or his day he always deflected and switched topics. I started to feel like that he didn’t want to be seen with me in public and that I was secret. It started to take a toll on my mental health. (I felt like I was being hidden and he didn’t want to be seen with me) I ended the relationship after being for a few months and took a break to focus on myself and my mental health. Fast forward a few months later and I reached back out to him just to see how he was doing. I felt like I was in a better place mentally and was ready to try things again. He was in a relationship with someone else. I told him I was completely fine with being platonic and if he felt like that crossed a boundary with the current person he was seeing that if he didn’t want to talk me I would be ok with that. He told me it was fine and we rarely chatted and when we did it was just about how our day was and that was it. Eventually he stopped talking to me all together. (Months later he stopped talking to me because he still had feelings for me and couldn’t lie to his current gf at the time about the feelings he had for.) I messaged him to give him back his hoodie (I tried giving it back to him right after the initial break up but he wouldn’t take it back. The hoodie was a gift from T moms of his favorite basketball team and I didn’t feel right just throwing it away.) I was getting ready to move in with my then BF Ill refer to him as J and didn’t want to explain why I had exs hoodie after all this time. We met up just to give him the hoodie back briefly chatted about how good our relationships were going and that was it. He reached back out to me a few months later wanted to check in and see if single or if I was still in a relationship. (He just gotten out of a relationship) I told him if anything it would have to be strictly platonic because I was in a relationship and if he couldn’t keep it that way then it was be best if we didn’t talk. He agreed that it would be platonic. We briefly chatted a few times a months just normal how are you and what not messages. (T later told me that he never really wanted to be just platonic friends and was just waiting for his moment when my relationship with J would be over) My relationship with J eventually ended we were just at different stages of our lives. T and I started to talk more and it lead to more flirtatious conversations. Unfortunately I am currently locked into my lease contract with J and all the bills are in my name. I can’t really move or afford to pay double rent. J and I are currently roommates and sleep in separate rooms. As T and I got more serious I started to talk to J about T and see how things would work if one of us wanted to bring someone home. J got really upset and became very toxic and started to make my home life hell. He was constantly stressing me out whether if was starting random fights or being late on his share of the rent. It got so bad sometimes to the point of where I couldn’t afford groceries. I started to get so stressed and overwhelmed it physically made me sick. One time I had gotten so sick I was put on bed rest for a week. I talked to T about J and how my home life took a horrible turn. What used to be simple conversations with T just turned into how to get J out the house or how he was just going to have to deal with the fact that I moved on. In theory it sounds great but for my health and mental well being it was a really bad idea. Legally I couldn’t get J out or even evict him and unless he physically hurt/abused or threaten me there wasn’t much I could do. I decided that I just needed a few days away from everyone so I told T I needed some space. T later texted me saying that he was going to move on. I finally responded to T two days later saying that I respect his choice and that if he really wanted to find someone else he could. T and I talked and he said he just said it in the heat of the moment. T and I talked about being a family and me being his wife. My health got so bad from the amount of stress I was going through I ended up in the hospital twice in one week. After my second hospital visit I decided to break things off with T temporarily while I focused on my getting my health in better place so T and I could be in better place. He said he understood and would by my side and loved me no matter what. When I first said I needed a break I thought it would take a month at most. During the time away from T my home life did improve a little J started keeping to himself more and ignoring me. Which I couldn’t be any happier about. Also during that time I became even sicker during those months I had a miscarriage and bleed on my period for almost two months. (I’ve been on birth control for a long time and didn’t even know I was pregnant till the miscarriage happened.) I also got another diagnosis about my health. I spiraled quickly. I only had a miscarriage one other time in life and when I was sexually assaulted by someone I knew. I felt so alone I didn’t really have any friends to talk to so I just dealt with everything by myself. I spent days, weeks thinking about the miscarriage. Do I tell T about the miscarriage? Is it worth it? He wasn’t really ready for kids. We weren’t really ready for kids and there was a lot of things I was still working through. T and I had things of our own that we needed to work such as creating a more stable relationship that wasn’t so messy and finding a place together. I couldn’t stop thinking about T. I missed him. Seeing him. Being around him they way he made me feel safe. I finally deiced to reach out to T because I felt like I was in a semi better place. I wanted to work on us if there could be an us. I still wasn’t sure if I should tell him about the miscarriage. I found myself smiling watching in name pop up on my phone. T and I conversation were ok. T did mention that he was upset and felt betrayed by me. Apart of me felt hurt by this because I felt like he felt like I should have put him before my mental and physical wellbeing. One day while messaging T I forgot my phone in kitchen and J found out that I was talking to T again and had a complete melt down. I made and impulsive decision that I deeply regret and told T that it might be better if I wasn’t in his life. I just started to get better and couldn’t go back to toxic home life. I didn’t want to end up in the hospital again. My doctors were worried about the long-term effects of the stress. The amount of stress I was under it was going to kill me. I don’t want to jeopardize my health just to be happy but I don’t want to miss out on the guy I love. I tried reaching out to T later that day to talk about everything but he didn’t respond. I thought maybe he just needed space so I reached out a few days later then a few more and a few more till finally a month has passed and I called him and left him a voicemail asking him to talk. He said he wants nothing more to do with me and that I am too toxic to be with. Random things I didn’t mention T said the choice was always me. If I would have mentioned having feelings for him when I gave him the hoodie back that he would of left his current relationship for me. If he could define the person he wanted to be with it would be me. He held onto old pictures of me from the first time we dated even after he got a new phone. Apart of me waited so long to reach back out to him because I wasn’t in the best space to complete commit to him with a relationship. I was also ashamed and felt like failure because I wasn’t completely better. He doesn’t know that J being toxic again is reason why I made the impulsive decision to push him away.) I guess I’m just looking on advice or anything thoughts. I still love T greatly.

It's ironic that in this day and age with the internet so accessible and social media holding so much significance over everything everyone does, that corporate america (or should i say corporate taiwan) still thinks it's ok to condemn workplace abuse (emotionally & physically). Me being naive running to HR for help but HR going directly to my supervisors and ganging up on me. Oh how silly, I guess they didn't realize who they just made their public enemy #1. Where should I even begin? Wow the endless possibilities I have here huh well I guess lets just start rocking the boat by talking about how OSHA is a gimmick and why even exist when everyone working in TSMC Arizona are in a office with unsafe working conditions every single day yet when reported to OSHA they do absolutely nothing about it. Let me put into words for you since I can't share with you any pictures. Imagine working in a office that isn't even nearly remote close to being completed and their is so much construction going on everyday you literally are either inhaling silica dust or hear drilling sounds pierced in your ears, vibrations under your foot for 12 hours on end. TSMC when first beginning their Arizona project had rented temporary office spaces that were only allowed a maximum amount of occupancy on each floor they rented but do you think they even cared about that? Nope, everyday the temp. offices were crammed so full that people were practically sitting on top of each other and shoved into random spaces not even real legal office spaces just empty areas that upper management decided "Yeah ok, that works lets just shove them there." Later on mid march when the official TSMC AZ offices announced they would start moving people in everyone was so stoked, thinking we would finally get proper office spaces, our own seating real lunchrooms accessible bathroom etc everything + anything a real billion dollar company office should have. Instead to our disappointment we were left with no running water, bathrooms that can flush but you can not wash your hands, sinks and water fountains that dispensed brown water when you tried using them every other month we have notices of water stopping to not use the bathroom and bring our own water.......12 HOUR SHIFTS WITH NO BATHROOM? In the middle of the desert? How on earth is this ethical. Not to mention the office is either burning hot like the desert air or freezing like alaska and when we asked for something to be done upper management just replied "Wear bigger jackets" So you had hundreds of employees sitting in a below freezing office 12 hours a day with heavy thick winter coats IN THE MIDDLE OF APRIL IN ARIZONA??? I was amazed anyone in Arizona owned winter coats. I literally got sick 4 times back to back working in that condition, I was so cold one time my fingers froze and stiffened up so bad I couldn't type anymore I had to keep rubbing them together inside my jacket until they warmed up enough to continue working. Look what I am trying to say is that a lot is happening inside TSMC Arizona that so many people do not hear or know about so I will gladly be the one to update you all because I want change I want a safe work environment for me and my colleagues I want TSMC to take accountability and until they do I want to be the one to expose what they're really like, what is really happening behind closed doors. Here below is a brief update list of all the that has happened from the day they allowed employees to work inside the official F21 site.
- on a daily tsmc spends about $300,000 to their contractors and vendors like ABM who are hired to work on site to help with this project but what tsmc themselves don't even know is that lately we have been having evacuations almost every week sometimes even as far as twice a week but they're not even real evacuations concerns! they are occuring because ABM workers have gotten smart and realized if they blow the emergency airhorn it will create a chaos and we have to evacuate the whole entire building for about an hour each time because there are like hundreds and hundreds of workers everywhere on each floor so it takes so long for everyone to get out safely and by the time the entire evacuation is over they come back its lunch time and then boom at 2 they go home. not only has this been happening so often but on top of that people started paying people to take turns blowing the horn and standing guard so they don't get caught.
- ABM workers are being paid to do nothing literally every day. When walking on the construction site you have no idea how many people I see sitting by the door just napping or staring at the floor. We have to wear shoe covers in some parts of the building and there was 3 workers handing out shoes covers....3 WORKERS - literally just handing out one shoe cover. It does not take 3 people to complete this task. Sometimes i ask them what they were assigned to do and they said to just stand there in the hallway literally thats it, stand.
- One day my coworker took the elevator with some people and when the elevator reached the 4th floor the cable snapped and dropped to the 1st floor. He then was stuck in there for 40 mins because nobody could find out why or get the doors opened. But then when opened he told me they hurried him away, said they would pay him for the rest of the working day but to go home immediately. I didn't even hear about this until he had to tell me himself. TSMC could've done the right thing and issued out a warning to not use the elevator for the time being until deemed safe again but instead they shoved money into the problem and hid it from all of us working there.
- the FABs where the semiconductor chips are being made sometimes have areas where there are open holes or flooring that were not properly placed yet but because as always tsmc prioritizes money not safety they rushed engineers to go inside and start working immediately and one day one of the engineers fell into these holes. Luckily he is fine! But it really could've been a lot worse
- Contractors working in these FABS are not near or have any drinking water accessible to them all day while working inside but the temperatures in these places sometimes go as high as 90 degrees inside because there is no working electricity so there is no proper airflow or windows so they are literally being suffocated in these confined covered spaces and have to wear cleanroom suites so they are so hot and humid too.
- there are no bathrooms in these places so we have found many water bottles full of pee lying around inside the FABs on top of that they were now being tossed and moved around so much when i was driving to work last week i saw a water bottle filled with yellow liquid sitting in the parking space under the hot desert sun
- the fbi had to be called in because we had one week where there was 3 fires and the police questioned that these fires were starting to be intentional and someone was risking everyones life by starting real fires on site
- a angry worker had a fight with one of the taiwanese worker that had just flown in from taiwan and that american grabbed a steel pipe and hit the taiwanese assignee over the head and he was sent to the hospital. Yet again we were not made aware of this situation and tsmc tried to hide it keep it hush hush to protect themselves not protect us
- are you ready for this one?
an employee last week brought a real PISTOL INTO tsmc. INTO. FOR 12 HOURS.... there was an active gun inside this building and the worst part of this all was that we have a whole x-ray machine + metal detectors 8 security guards working in the front more security inside the building and this employee managed to carry a whole gun inside TSMC Arizona he managed to get a whole gun inside past the metal detectors past the x-ray machines PAST the security guards who also scan you up and down when you walk inside. Now this is all made to public eye because he had gotten caught can you even imagine the employees who haven't gotten caught? If he was able to so easily bring a gun inside tsmc az then who's to say he was the first or will be the last? Who's to say there hasn't already been more or others.
Every day i go to work i feel constantly scared because they recently torn apart the ceilings above our heads so all the mechanical work the wirings the cables they all are hanging and dangling from above and i just feel like one day one of it is going to either fall or hurt me or my colleagues. Now i have to worry about my actual safety as well because they're just letting anyone bring anything up inside here. Make matters worse whats the point of all the security when TSMC Az has no security cameras working or on? They are literally all just for show the security cameras you see they are not being of use right now they don't work. Everyday our personal belongings are being stolen TSMC projectors that cost thousands of dollars are being stolen from meeting rooms, workers sneaking past wire cutters to this point where we locked our projectors to a cable and that cable is being cut and things still get stole. Anyways thats all i have for now, for today at least. Don't worry I will definitely be back even if nobody reads this i will continue to shout from the top of my lungs
GET REAL....TSMC AZ