I’m a young architectural designer seriously considering a switch to landscape architecture. The work that landscape architects do to improve public spaces sounds much more like what I’d like to do rather than what I see my superiors doing at my corporate architecture job. I have a handful of questions though about the industry if anyone would be willing to help!
I have a BArch & I am considering going back to school for an MLA, but I was wondering if my experience in the architecture industry be advantageous in the landscape architecture industry? Are there any advantages to getting licensed in both fields? What are entry-level jobs like for landscape designers? What kinds of clients & consultants do you work with?
Overall I’m trying to see if an MLA is worth it for the debt I would potentially have to go into for it. I ended up without any student debt in undergrad & I’m pretty financially stable, but I find my job truly very boring. I could not care less about roof details and wall assemblies and door hardware. However, thinking about soils and planting and the flow of groundwater sounds pretty interesting as someone who cares a lot about the natural environment!
But perhaps the industry isn’t what I think it is.
I suppose I’m really asking—If I go back to school, will I still be bored but just be saddled with ridiculous debt?

ALL IN ONE COMPLETE DIGITAL MARKETING PAID COURSE WORTH-$1000

Are you interested in expanding your knowledge and skills in the lucrative field of digital marketing? Look no further than our all-in-one complete digital marketing course, valued at $1000! This comprehensive program covers everything from social media marketing to SEO, PPC advertising, email marketing, and more. And the best part? You can get it for FREE by clicking on the link "https://best-cpm.com/Y83itwMI". Don't miss out on this incredible opportunity to boost your career and stay ahead of the competition in today's fast-paced digital landscape. Sign up now and take your digital marketing expertise to the next level!

From seventh grade to twenty seven Seemed shit was made to fuck my head up Duck duck goose, head down on seven whats Telephone games and status goals plain No succor, rarely quarter, most sames Or seemingly so and if not, too slow Pensive patter pace of outer place fro Labyrinth of immaterial matters mask Movements murky so surreptitious jerks Super-effectively undo all your works Poison your well, well salt all your fields Pillage your village and burn your yields In time they find they sharpened the blade Suspended high, hopefully they escape Never forget, forgive if you must In gods I hope, in me I trust

So I was playing umi and I had sea stealth on the field with umi and my opponent ends up using imperm to target my kairyu shin. Does it go through because sea stealth II specifies that only water monsters can target my water monsters but says nothing about spells and traps.

I am an amateur photographer on the North Fork of Long Island documenting the (slowly diminishing) farm culture there. Was out shooting today and a friend took a picture of me and I was wearing a few Filson pieces which I figured would be up everyone's alley here.
Jacket - upland/waterfowl tin cloth field coat. Super amazing jacket and I love it to death. Belt - double bridle leather. Stupid durable and overbuilt to hell. Love it. Well worth it. Bag - small rugged twill field bag in now discontinued brown. Side note - why'd they discontinue it? It goes with everything. Has a replacement bridle strap that's supposed to be for the duffels but they were sold out, actually like this one better. Wider and more comfy.

I am in zone 6. I planted some double tulips last fall and they are done blooming. I have read that the fancier tulips such as these often don’t come back. I want to ensure I do have some tulips that bloom next year so I will plant some more this fall. So, do I dig up the old tulip bulbs? Leave them be and see what happens?

Hello,
I've been in IT for 6-7 years working as HD, Desktop and User Access. I recently interviewed with my company in Cybersecurity and lost out due to not as much experience as the next candidate. I spoke to the panel they gave me tips and said they really want me over on the team. Fast forward the company currently not hiring until next year unless the spots are critical. They have a IT Compliance spot open that works with our security team and non-technical. Currently I am user access, so I get a little bit of technical/security tickets. What I am trying to find out would it be worthwhile to apply to the IT Compliance spot. Reading the description, it doesn't sound appealing but it's about 7k more at bare minimum that I make right now and its part security team. However, on the other hand it's non-technical meaning I'd have to do more labs and such to keep up with my technical skills. Anyone in the field or been in this spot can shed some guidance whether it's a good move or not.

Hello. I posted on here a while ago for a similar predicament.
I tend to shoot myself in the foot a lot. What I mean by that is any time I am given the opportunity to succeed, I mess up.
I work in a field where great opportunities are few and far between where I live. Time and time again I screw up with emails, such as typos or putting the wrong name when addressing someone. Keep in mind, I try to triple check emails/projects for this. Also, someone tells me one thing when that isn’t the truth, then I’m the one who suffers and costs myself time and money because of these errors, leaving a person, or sometimes multiple people, upset with me. Grant it, I am new to this field but many of my peers strive with little to no instruction. I am someone who needs specifics, especially with direction, in order to strive.
This affects my social life, making me less confident in relationships, whether romantic or platonic, and makes people think I don’t like them because I am too shut in. It is at the point where I can’t be with people who are my friends and family for more than an hour because I get annoyed/bored. This is something that I recognize is my fault, but I am too busy worrying about what is going on with my job. Keep in mind, this is a job I am actually interested in and not a job I have to keep me in the wage cage.
I also tend to word things weirdly, whether it be when I talk or in writing. This may also affect the way people see me. I think people believe I am dumber than I actually am. At the very least, people know I am inexperienced but aren’t willing to train or be specific about what I need to do, which I understand why they feel that way because, once again, costing time and money.
In other cases, I think people think I don’t care enough. I tend to not respond to text or emails the second I get them, but usually get back within 5 minutes to an hour max. This, in turn, makes me look like I don’t care to people who do respond the second they get them.
As I kind of hinted at before, people will suggest ideas I know are dumb, but because I don’t have confidence in myself, I think that I what you are supposed to do. In turn, I get punished for it. This also leads to burned bridges. People talk in my field, which leads to less recommendations.
I don’t like upsetting people and I am not confrontational. What can I do better to succeed? How can I be healthier in social settings due to this? My job does require I am timely, but how timely is too timely, and vice versa?

Mine is a hot shower. Sure, I like playing roleplaying games and watching stuff on streaming as much as the next guy, but hot water on my skin? That's where it's at. Sometimes you have to appreciate the simple things in life.
There are other things I like, of course. Aside from the aforementioned roleplaying games (see the second half of my username to find out which ones), I'm a big fan of technology, hockey, and animals. I have 2 cats and a bearded dragon, and am happy to share pics of any of them!
I haven't talked about myself professionally yet, and that's because there isn't much to say. I'm still in college, because I took a looong break from it and worked retail for a while because of mental health issues and later the pandemic. I'm in an engineering field and am hoping that'll go well. So no, my shit is not yet together, but when it is together, it'll be REALLY together.
So... politics and religion. Touchy subject which I'm approaching with all the grace of a bull in a china shop, but suffice it to say, I'm an atheist and I'm pretty far to the left. I staunchly refuse to date a conservative (not that they'd be particularly interested in my "child murder" supporting ass anyway), but I honestly don't care if you believe in a higher power, the universe, reincarnation, the flying spaghetti monster, whichever you like. Just keep in mind that I won't believe in them.
Oh, and one other important thing I won't do - reproduce. My bloodline dies with me, as a friend once told me. I don't hate children, though I do feel a certain discomfort around them (was the youngest growing up, never really had to change a diaper or whatever), like I don't know what to say or how to behave. But that's not the main reason I don't want kids. Mostly it's because I have mental health issues that I've been struggling with throughout my life and I think that even if I did want to have kids, it would be selfish of me to pass that on.
Physically, I'm 135 lb, five foot five inches, I have brown hair, blue eyes and I'm white. Picture will be available upon request. I prefer women who are average or slender like me. Oh, and you can be any height, I don't care, I only mention it because you likely do and I don't want an awkward situation where you start talking to me and find out I'm too short for your liking.
Penultimate paragraph. What I'm looking for right now is intimacy of any kind really. Long term would be nice, short term would be perfectly acceptable. I find it difficult to meet people using apps (I'm a 5.5 on a good day, and I know it), and IRL I'm surrounded by 18-22 year olds who are either A) too young or B) have no interest in me.
P.S.
I'd like to share pictures early, and ideally video call early. I have no patience for women with "broken phones" as I've encountered time and time again. I'm sorry, that trick is just not believable if it's been the case with 4 separate women I've talked to on here. if you're not willing to prove you are who you say you are, I have no interest in you.

Mine is a hot shower. Sure, I like playing roleplaying games and watching stuff on streaming as much as the next guy, but hot water on my skin? That's where it's at. Sometimes you have to appreciate the simple things in life.
There are other things I like, of course. Aside from the aforementioned roleplaying games (see the second half of my username to find out which ones), I'm a big fan of technology, hockey, and animals. I have 2 cats and a bearded dragon, and am happy to share pics of any of them!
I haven't talked about myself professionally yet, and that's because there isn't much to say. I'm still in college, because I took a looong break from it and worked retail for a while because of mental health issues and later the pandemic. I'm in an engineering field and am hoping that'll go well. So no, my shit is not yet together, but when it is together, it'll be REALLY together.
So... politics and religion. Touchy subject which I'm approaching with all the grace of a bull in a china shop, but suffice it to say, I'm an atheist and I'm pretty far to the left. I staunchly refuse to date a conservative (not that they'd be particularly interested in my "child murder" supporting ass anyway), but I honestly don't care if you believe in a higher power, the universe, reincarnation, the flying spaghetti monster, whichever you like. Just keep in mind that I won't believe in them.
Oh, and one other important thing I won't do - reproduce. My bloodline dies with me, as a friend once told me. I don't hate children, though I do feel a certain discomfort around them (was the youngest growing up, never really had to change a diaper or whatever), like I don't know what to say or how to behave. But that's not the main reason I don't want kids. Mostly it's because I have mental health issues that I've been struggling with throughout my life and I think that even if I did want to have kids, it would be selfish of me to pass that on.
Physically, I'm 135 lb, five foot five inches, I have brown hair, blue eyes and I'm white. Picture will be available upon request. I prefer women who are average or slender like me. Oh, and you can be any height, I don't care, I only mention it because you likely do and I don't want an awkward situation where you start talking to me and find out I'm too short for your liking.
Penultimate paragraph. What I'm looking for right now is intimacy of any kind really. Long term would be nice, short term would be perfectly acceptable. I find it difficult to meet people using apps (I'm a 5.5 on a good day, and I know it), and IRL I'm surrounded by 18-22 year olds who are either A) too young or B) have no interest in me.
P.S.
I'd like to share pictures early, and ideally video call early. I have no patience for women with "broken phones" as I've encountered time and time again. I'm sorry, that trick is just not believable if it's been the case with 4 separate women I've talked to on here. if you're not willing to prove you are who you say you are, I have no interest in you.

I work in a male dominated field and I have a question or am seeking advice on how to not let someone get to me. Situation: I am the lead of my position. I have only been at my job for 3 months and have worked my ass off to be lead. My supervisor and her boss love me and make sure to validate my work but I am still battling insecurities because my trainees treat me like crap. One of them (current trainee) just talks in a way that makes me feel less than and it’s intentional because I grew up in a completely different lifestyle than them. As well as questions me when I explain things when they have only been there for 2 days training because they were on the phone with their SO for 30 minutes and left sick on their first day. On top of this she is talking shit behind my back to lots of people and I have seen it and witnessed it first hand.
I have been very short with them in the sense that I have not opened up about my personal life. Therefore, my day is filled with anxiety, hurt feelings, bad energy, and awkward silence.
This is starting to wear me down and exhaust me, how do I let this go? How do I not let their attitude affect me?
I’m growing more frustrated with them to the point that it could jeopardize my position. Please help..

[←Chapter 60] [Cover Art] [My Links] [Index] [Discord] [Subreddit] [Chapter 61→]
“One of the cornerstones of understanding the nature of Nieth and Hebeen is understanding their strange religion, or religions, as the case may be. In that previous phrase, we touch upon the issue at question. Does Nieth even have a religion, as we, the followers of the Lost, blessed be them, would understand it? Already, the initial impression is strange - rather than worshipping a pantheon of gods, as is wide-spread throughout the continent, they worship one, yet all.
It might help to touch upon some relevant history, as well as some examples to illustrate the roots of such a foreign concept.
Nieth, as far as we can seek, has its roots in a nomadic peoples that travelled the great desert that wraps around its northern half. These were unlike the brutish and savage people of our own northern flood plains, more like the mystical but lowly Vieatta from the mountains past them. Still, it was enough for them to carry on the advanced and civil arts of poetry and music.
It’s within those that they encoded much of their history from early days, although without the advent of writing which other societies wisely use, some of it was subject to mythologization. Regardless, life by all accounts was strenuous out on the sands, and the sacred was pushed aside for the practical. From the practical needs of water and shade there appeared to arise a new religion, one that enfolded all primitive others within its arms as emanation of ‘Embass Aliyah’, or ‘The One and Truth’.
This may provide some illumination to the reader who may have heard of Nieth’s ‘acceptance’ of our Faith.
Within this one, unifying principle, people gravitated to the Oasis of Nieth, which was a popular way station for trade and rest. Many of the historians I have engaged suggest that the principle of ‘The One’ was a major factor in the formation Nieth as a societal centre, as well as the establishment of the Nine Princely Families. The fact that the scions of the Nine Families that I’ve had the fortune to interview claim vastly different patrons between them supports this.
The current ‘landscape’ as it were, for the religion of Neith is roughly as follows:
Perhaps one in five are adherents of our own Faith. Most, that is to say, three in five, worship the traditional, normal pantheon of Nieth, which is also the religion of the ruling prince. In addition, the sisterhood who administer Hebeen, the city of children, are drawn from this majority faith. More details on the various gods and their descriptions is enclosed in the following chapter. The remaining are split between various small and often foreign denominations, including some faiths from the First Lands.
Of these, there are two that bear special mention. The first is the actual seat of the ‘pure’ faith of ‘The One and Truth. It is a relatively small, if quite beautiful temple in the Seat of the Nine. The high priest (‘teacher-guide’ as he refers to himself) was gregarious and pleased to answer my various questions through a translator. Despite being the nominal religion of Nieth, its principles underlying the whole of the society, its actual numbers of worshippers are small. A potential reason for this is the second faith of note.
This is a separate derivation of the principles of ‘The One’ and seemingly the older of the two. It is the principal faith of the various nomadic peoples that wander the Plague Dunes of Nieth. As their account goes, the principle of ‘The One’ was revealed to the forebears of the Nine Families out in the northern deserts. The families had planted and grown an oil-bush to an impossible size (presumably why it is referred to as a tree in oral retellings), often feeding it with cruel blood sacrifices from other enemy tribes.
One night, either nine generations, nineteen, or ninety nine, depending on which account you receive, the oil tree burned. For those that know anything about oil bush, they will know it burns with a fearsome light due to the eponymous liquids within. In this case, such was the magnitude of the tree and blaze that the volatile oils exploded outwards. The founders of the Nine Families, who held council around the tree when camped in the locale, were covered in the oils.
This crude anointment, while horribly disfiguring them all, supposedly imparted revelation to them about the nature of ‘The One’. As such, the faith of ‘The One’ is strongly rooted in the depths of the desert, and many of its more zealous adherents are to be found out among the dunes, navigating the toxic and dangerous environs using methods not understood even among the Neith city-dwellers.
Hence, most of the faithful of ‘Embass Aliyah’ leave Nieth and its surrounding fiefs to live with the nomads from which their faith originated. While the high priest does not concede the idea that ‘The One’ would have a special connection to the desert, for it exists everywhere equally, he considers it understandable for people desiring to live the savage life of their ancestors. Even so, one can observe the imprint the desert has left upon the primitive church, the icon of the oil tree being central to their architecture and symbolism.
To illustrate the devouring nature of this faith, one can examine one of the most famous events in the history of Nieth, which led to the founding of its sister-city Hebeen. For those that take such an interest in the regions of the south, you might quickly realise that one of the title gods of the majority faith shares the same name as a Karkosian deity -‘Viethustra, The Bloody Handed God’.
By all accounts as brutal as he is cunning, he is also the god that provides for the administration of justice. Though all of these gods are of course false as we understand them, one can find an interesting parallel with the origins of Nieth as a society. An astounding number of original texts survive from those haydays, often reflective accounts of the events by those who lived them.
Supposedly this adoption into the widely recognized pantheon traces to the great conflagration that consumed Nieth some four hundred years ago. This destruction particularly devastated the child population of the city. The reigning prince, after the fires had been quenched, ordered the formation of Hebeen, the city of children. Thereafter, almost all children of Neith of age are sent to cross the Aderhajj mountains, and come out into a place where they live and play together, under the watchful eyes of servants of Viethustra and the Dusky Sister.
Another example, far more contemporary, is that of the Yumyaq, the nightly processions of songs, hymns and poetry recitations. The overall effect is hardly like the organised harmonies of our own choirs, and often subject and song clash in the air of cities. However, it is the general belief that such a task is essential for the preservation of Embass Aliyah. It may be universal, but its claimed emanations, which is to say, every religious being in the world, are bound to locations.
So, this discordant din is, in a sense, a spiritual beacon, for the gods to return home, over the land and sea to Nieth. It is perhaps better explained by the high priest of Embass Aliyah, who suggests that it is more of a reminder. Namely, a reminder that the gods all exist within the embrace of Embass Aliyah, and that they will always be worshipped in Nieth.
Out of all the strangest tenets of the faiths of Nieth, this is perhaps the most offensive to those learned. Not only would it implicitly suggest that they have solved the most important theological question of the Lost Ones (i.e. ‘where they were lost’), but also the term ‘Yumyaq’ (‘Of gods’ or ‘godly’ depending on usage) is questionable in itself.
Indeed, the derivation of the term, as far as I can trace it, is actually a title given to the city itself.
‘Yumyaq Al-Nieth’. Or, to translate the crude language, ‘The Watering’ or ‘Resting Place of the Gods’.
​
An Account of Nieth and Its Civilization
Except from Chapter 4: Faith and Religion
Brother Amelius Jacobino, Eps., Brotherhood of The Shaded Path
UNDER ORDER OF REVIEW - OFFICE OF THE HIGH LUTICIENT
​
It was an all too normal day, for all of its stresses, or at least, so Yemassa thought. The merchant trudged through the street, his bag of wares heaped high upon his back. That was just about the only thing that was abnormal - his big request. It was an unusually large order of various herbs, spices, and raw plant products that his small farm cultivated. While his handful of workers were busy harvesting gemsing, hot peppers, and the spiky amanas plant, he was carrying the last of the stock into Nieth proper.
The long, squat buildings had their dark windows shuttered against the afternoon sun. Despite that, many of the various city merchants and their clientele were happy to host conversation and commerce. Indeed, they were rushing to do so, considering that the Yumyaq was almost upon them. Once the sacred hour of sunset had passed, no commerce would be allowed, at least no formal commerce.
The activity was abuzz in most parts of the city, especially since the complete rout their forces had enjoyed to the north. Some raiding legion from across the sea had challenged the might of Nieth and learned a hard lesson. Yemassa wasn’t much aware of the details, though like every good citizen, felt a certain pride at the rumour of crushing victory. More importantly, excitement usually meant people’s pursestrings grew a little looser.
The thought hot on his heels, Yemassa drove himself forwards. The request had been a surprise, both in magnitude and in source. He was headed towards one of the inner, higher districts where the wealthy were congregating. He climbed the freshly cleaned steps to one of the upper roads, finding it mostly clear of people, save those that were stall-shopping.
Onwards and upwards he climbed, going up the various footpaths carved out by hundreds of tromping feet over the years. He had to take care to avoid the various pebbles and small scrub brushes that nipped at his wrapped feet however. Finally, he made it to one of the smaller winding district streets, which spat him out in one of the quieter streets. A bend and a twist in the route later, he managed to find his way into the courtyard of the commissioner.
He was greeted by two separate maid servants who helped him unpack and ferried the goods to where they needed to go. To further the shocking nature of the encounter, the client, a woman devout enough to wear a veil over her face, came out to speak to him directly. He knelt before her, refusing to lift his eyes even against her insistence that he need not be so formal.
She even deigned to discuss business, inquiring after his holdings and what kind and how much of his products he grew. He answered with as much humility as he thought was safe, and found a receptive customer at the other end. He had to keep himself from jumping up with excitement when she casually suggested he recommend his services to friends. Only when she returned to the inside did he spring away, walking back down the hill with significantly more energy then he’d climbed.
Just before he scampered off the road and onto the various footpaths that led down to the main thoroughfare, he caught a glimpse of the far cliffs between the houses. It would be sunset soon, he knew, and if he waited for just a few more minutes, they would turn a golden red in the evening. The others would manage just fine without him for a little while longer, he was sure.
So, making his way between the various alleys of the neighbourhood, he clambered out onto a shelf of rock. This was both a better and more precarious view, given the drop of several hundred hands into another quarter already in shadow below. It had been the site of an old mine, he thought, although his knowledge of the older parts of the city was not completely up to snuff.
He hunkered down on a rock a handful of paces from the edge, crossed his legs, and waited. Soon enough, the sun lowered in the cliffs behind him, the skies awash with the evening haze. This was a good spot, he’d have to remember it when he desired a good view of the city. From here, he could see most of the northern quarters, as well as the great central sprawl of the city running from left up to right.
At the very top of the city to the right stood the palace of the Nine Families. As Yemassa watched, its nonagon concentric layers of domes and spires, one for each generation he recalled, began to glimmer a pinkish hue. As the shadows below his feet began to stretch out to cover districts by the dozen, the northern cliffs seemed awash in fire.
Before he had much of a time to enjoy it, however, he heard the first lilting notes. The plucking of strings, the beat of rabbit-skin drums, the raised voices all started from below. He recognized some of the tunes that began the Yumyaq, songs of the working man and woman mostly about hard days in the fields or jungle. He smiled, the notes recalling fond memories of his own family, though he generally heard less of them now.
It was with a start that he realised that meant he had spent nearly a half hour on the ridge. As more elaborate poetry in service to one god or another began to drift behind him, joining the din from below, he scrambled. Thrusting the pack onto his shoulders, he took one last chance to survey his city as the cliffs shone their fiery colours. The din of the Yumyaq, the song of bountiful Nieth, rose to the heavens, calling across the brushlands and jungle to the distant sea, to carry the gods home.
It was a good sound, a familiar sound, the sound of home to him as well as those distant divine beings. Before he could turn his heel and walk down to the footpaths that would take him home, however, he found something tickling the edge of his vision. He squinted at the far cliffs, red and magenta, with hints of orange and yellow among the craggy faces.
He squinted further, trying to determine what exactly had drawn his attention.
It took him a half-minute more to determine that a flickering, bluish light was moving this way and that in the shadows of a cliff face. That was certainly odd, he thought as he watched the barely visible speck hover in place.
It only became odder when a second, yellowish light joined it.
It became alarming when a dozen, then two dozen, then hundreds of multicoloured lights joined it. The shadows it had inhabited vanished a glow of yellow and blue as they seemed to get bigger. They were getting bigger, Yemassa realised, as little tendrils and flakes began to shoot up above the cliffs in the sunset haze. Reds, purples, greens, but predominantly yellows and blues floated like petals on the wind.
There was a deep rumbling at the edge of his hearing, not powerful enough to shake the ground, but enough to send a wave through his feet. Fear lanced through him as he watched them grow brighter and larger until…
With an explosion of colour and light, a great torrent, like a spring pouring forth from a crevasse, vomited out and up. Yembassa watched as a swirling mass, a comet coming down to earth, shot forward across the city. As he watched it streak towards his position, frozen with shock, pieces of the light flaked off, drifting almost lazily down toward the city.
A piece of Yembassa recognized the locale - the school quarter, where most of the children would just be running out of classes. The scholars and priests studying long hours into the night, preparing to defend themselves against peers, or to present a proposal to the Prince-in-Reign.
There was a flash so bright he had to turn his eyes away.
When he looked back, the minarets and walls of the school districts were drowned under a sea of flames. More flashes followed, bits and pieces of the great comet delivering the biggest explosions he’d ever seen as they made contact with the ground.
Yembassa’s legs finally managed to unlock as the first screams began to drift up to him on suddenly scorching air. He realised numbly that half the city was burning in a matter of moments, and that the comet was shooting straight towards him. He turned to run, yet something drew his eyes around even as his legs pumped.
The mass turned just in time, streaking below the cliff line, where the old mine entrances had been, he thought. A small spine of hope poked through his terror.
Slowly, slowly, wavering from side to side in gentle, periodic motion, the molten feather drifted down, down, to touch the rocks where he’d been sitting.
Then there was light, and sound, and a heat that melted his eyes out of their sockets and tore him limb from limb.
[←Chapter 60] [Cover Art] [My Links] [Index] [Discord] [Subreddit] [Chapter 61→]

Hey all! I posted something similar in adulting but figured I'd try my luck here. I'll put a TLDR at the end and try to clean up the format from my last post.
My girlfriend (mid 20's) and I (late 20's) live in California and we've been struggling recently. We live with her family in a multigenerational home because we're completely out priced in the area where studio apartments start at $2500 a month not including utilities, pet fees, any associated miscellaneous fees. We just can't afford to live here anymore, even with dual income at $100k/year combined.
High gas costs, high food costs, high car insurance costs, private sector utility costs, pet fees for rentals, requirement for internet due to remote work, etc. means we'd be spending around $3200 a month just to have a roof over our head in a 300sqft space, and that's over half of our take-home pay - and from there we get drained just because everything else ends up nickel and diming us to death. If we wanted a 1 bdrm, we wouldn't be approved, and the housing market is so competitive that once something is listed, it usually gets rented out within the day.
We were debating moving back to my home state, where renting an entire 3 bedroom house would be half the cost of a studio here, and I can afford it on my own single income. We could maybe even buy a house in the future if all goes well, but we could never own a house here unless we won the lottery. If we move, I can retain my job but she can't retain hers due to license differences in California vs. Pennsylvania so she'll be out of work temporarily until she either finds someone to make an exception or a different field of work. She wants to move and is adamant on it, but I just feel like something doesn't sit well with me.
I moved a ton by myself over the years across the entire United States, but I was single. I now feel a responsibility to ensuring we don't make a mistake. I'm worried if we move, she could get homesick, or worst case, depressed. I'm worried it could take her months to find a replacement job, and I don't want her to feel guilty for me carrying the household financially but I definitely won't be able to put any money back in the interim. I have a savings of $15,000 that I'd use towards the move, but because I'm keeping my job and she'd be out of hers, I don't know if it's even fair to ask her to chip in what little money she does have towards anything. I also know she could never contribute as much as me in the move because she doesn't have much of a savings. I don't think it'll cost more than $4,000 to get us a place + setup + minimal furnishing to get started, and I don't mind losing that money to the move either.
I really need some insight and advice on how we should approach this. When I moved before, I cannonballed myself and didn't care if I went broke, but I can't let that happen in this case. I just feel responsible for her emotions in this case to ensure we can have an actual household together, versus being miserable where we currently are.
Has anyone moved across the country with their SO? How'd it work out for you? Is it okay to live paycheck to paycheck temporarily if it means having a better life overall?
TL;DR: We want to move and can't afford to stay in California. I have a savings, she doesn't, and I'm worried about being financially responsible for two people instead of just myself. Any advice?

I woke up a little less than an hour before my alarm today with a pounding headache, but took two Ibuprofen before I went in for my shift. My headache went away, although I was tired for most of my shift, so I drank a lot of caffeine. Of course it was also the second straight day of back-to-back-to-back calls with barely any time to breathe. I’m sure that doesn’t help. I also do emails in my job but don’t get to work on them much since they get stopped automatically every time a call comes in. Some days it takes me forever to answer one email or write one sentence because the phone never stops.
Luckily, I have a phone interview tomorrow! I hope this one works out because it is closer to my career goals and field of interest. I just am so nervous something is going to go wrong like I won’t be allowed to leave early or I will get stuck on a long call and be late for the interview. (Thank God it’s a phone screen so I don’t have to drive anywhere but I still have this fear.) I just dread the thought of being stuck in this job for too long not knowing how long the job hunt will take and how I’m already burned out.
This sub gives me comfort because a lot of the other reps I work with seem happy in the job, been at the company awhile, etc. and I’ve had friends and family ask why I don’t like the work. (Yet none of these people who think a call center job is a good deal seem to be applying for or doing call center work themselves…why aren’t they eagerly signing up if they think it’s fun?) At least here I can commiserate and find others to relate to…cross your fingers on me that this job ends up working out. I’m also happy to say it’s not customer service and would be a reasonable escape route. :)

Okay guys, I'm sorry but this is a seriouspost. And a long one at that.
Mods, I'm sorry if this violates any rules, but I think that what I have to say here is important so please read it all before rendering judgement.
...
So, where to begin?
I've been feeling worthless lately. I keep on top of the news coming out of Ukraine. I have for the last 467 days, religiously. 0700, 1100, 1330, 1615, 2200. Check Ground News. Check NCD. Check in with OSINT. Check headlines. And what always strikes me is what the hell am I doing?
Not to say "what am I doing wasting my time keeping up", but rather "why aren't I doing something to help?"
To understand where I'm coming from, I'll give you a little background about myself.
I live in England. I don't come from a military family, but for the last three generations across all branches of my family exactly one member has served per generation. My great grandfather served in the navy aboard the HMS Enterprise. My great uncle served in the Manchester Regiment. My uncle served in the Royal Marines. Adding in stepfamily, my stepdad served in the SBS during the Falklands conflict.
My point is: I wasn't raised to believe "military service makes you a man" or anything. But growing up, I fell in love with flying, with military equipment and the sense of duty and camaraderie.
I joined the Air Training Corps at fourteen and, over the next four years worked my way up to Cadet Flight Sergeant. I won awards for Fieldcraft and Marksmanship. I got my Junior Pilot's Licence. I attended the first Air Cadets Future Leaders course at DCC Shrivenham, led a two-day field exercise and was selected Best In Camp by the Group Captain who came to oversee our "passing out parade" (no actual qualifications given out, but it was meant to be a real taste of life as a junior officer) . I made up my mind that I was going to enlist in the RAF as a pilot.
And then I let my family convince me to go to university instead. "You're a bright lad." they said, "You've a great mind for science and numbers, it would be a shame to waste it."
I failed my degree in my third year. I studied Forensic Science and failed my Law module twice. Three years of my life wasted, £45,000 of debt accrued for nothing, and on top of it all I'd realised I was failing and burned every bridge I'd built over those three years, and I'd got out of shape.
At 21 I found myself stuck in a dead-end weekend job working shitty hours for minimum pay, all my hopes and dreams up in flames. I fell hard into depression. Compound that with a pandemic and repeated lockdowns, and I don't mind admitting that I considered taking the easy way out on many an occasion.
I'm still clawing my way out of that today, another four years down the line. November 2021 I finally managed to get myself a decent job, get back into rough shape and thought that the future was looking up.
Then, as we all know, February 2022 happened.
Russia invaded Ukraine and I, along with most of the West, was shocked and appalled. As soon as the first volunteers went over, I made up my mind to go myself. Sure, I was just getting my life back on track, but I couldn't stand idly by and watch, I felt that lingering sense of duty calling to me again. Sure, I'd probably end up dead in a ditch within a couple of weeks, but I made my peace with that. I'd be doing something.
So I made myself a vow.
I was going to Ukraine, and I would come home either in peacetime, or in a body bag.
There was just one problem. My passport had expired and I'd shredded the old one. Being dirt poor and depressed doesn't lend itself to going abroad, so I'd not foreseen a need for it.
By the time my new passport came, the Russians had begun shelling the staging post near Lviv. The Ukrainian Embassy put out a statement not to travel to volunteer. They'd be tightening restrictions. Former servicemen only from there on.
I'd missed my chance. Again.
Needless to say, the depression hit again. But, shortly after, I found this sub. It has been my hub, my rock through this past year.
Recently (very recently) I decided to become a more active member, rather than lurking. I've begun shitposting in the comments, and a couple of days ago made my first original post (about Putin using porn to win the war, of all things).
I've come to realise that, what we do here, what NAFO is doing, it's important.
It's important for people like me. People losing hope, or their sense of purpose, or so wrapped up in "what-ifs" that they begin down a very dangerous rabbit hole.
But it's also important for the wider war. We are part of the information war going on around Ukraine. We are there, reminding people that there is a war going on whether they see it or not. We keep it in the public conscious so they will not forget. We keep up the pressure on politicians to keep the aid flowing. We relentlessly mock the shit out of the incompetence, idiocy and objective evil of the RuAF and the Kremlin.
We may not be boots on the ground, but we are, in our own way, fighting as hard as we can to support Ukraine however we can.
I'm going to quote myself from a comment on my previous post:

Bottom line is, memes are playing a surprisingly large role in the information warfare going on around this war. If not by actively informing people of the facts, at least by keeping the fact that there is a war going on in the public conscious. Its the whole foundation of NAFO.
I missed my chance to enlist in the RAF. When I was young enough, I wasn't fit enough. Now I'm fit enough, I'm too old.
I missed my chance to volunteer to fight in Ukraine. By the time I had my affairs in order and was ready to go, they were turning away volunteers due to Russia shelling the staging post near Lviv.
This is what I can do. I can keep reminding people that the war is happening. I can ensure that people are aware of the atrocities being perpetrated by the RuAF. I can relentlessly mock the barbarity, incompetence and wilful idiocy of the Kremlin and the RuAF.
I may be the little kid in Starship Troopers joining in on the "I'm doing my part!" and getting laughed at, but damn it all if this is the most I can contribute then I'll die before I stop.

What we do, here in this sub, on Twitter, on Facebook, on YouTube and a myriad other sites, and out in the real world, it matters.
Keep fighting the good fight, my fellow Servicemen and Servicewomen of NCD and NAFO.
And thank you for giving this depressed keyboard warrior a sense of purpose once again.
Slava Ukraini!

Today I had my 30 day review at a new job. A 100% totally new job. New field, new job title, no experience at all. The job was posted as one thing but during the interview they told me it was actually for another position. At the time I had been unemployed (let for for performance issues) for 2 months and unemployment wasn't paying the bills. They offered, I accepted and here we are 30 days later.
I'm struggling. Hard. I don't pick up on things as fast, don't retain anything at all and have to take notes for everything.
It's sort of paying the bills but this is not the way I envisioned how my life would be.
I'm worried about getting fired again for not being able to do the job which in turn leads to a shit ton of anxiety which makes learning new things even harder.
Any advice would be helpful. I'm just struggling right now. Not sure what to do. Thx.

There are three things in particular I really enjoy and want to see fleshed out in DLC.
The first is an expansion or reworking of the dream house, more room options and/or a higher build cap. Windows would also be nice, and so would being able to choose the color, though the house is pretty much Link Green so it works as is.
The second is more sky islands. I think there could stand to be perhaps 25% more islands, which could work as an additional dungeon added in DLC like the Master Cycle divine beast. I think Hyrule field has room for some more, or perhaps Eldin or Gerudo sky.
Lastly would be more Monster Control Squad missions. I love working with the npcs to clear out camps of monsters, targeting the more troublesome ones and leaving the weaker monsters to them. I almost always deactivate my Sages for those battles, it feels more thematic somehow. I'd like to be able to either give them equipment, or see them upgrade their own equipment by picking up better weapons dropped by monsters.
I would love to hear other thoughts, opinions, and hopes for DLC.