Hi everyone 👋 another cool assortment of gold and silver jewelry for sale today.
FREE SHIPPING on all items sold this weekend.
All gold items have been XRF tested and are in excellent condition.
All 925 Silver pieces are brand new and Italian made.
Proof: https://imgur.com/a/Ln81ru6
Gold Chains/Bracelet:
1.) 24” 24k Handmade Anchor Chain 3mm 30.0g $2275 https://imgur.com/a/NLdmPai
2.) 26” 14k Diamond Cut Rope 3mm 19.9g $840 https://imgur.com/a/qg2DyKq
3.) 7.5” 18k Diamond Cut Rope Bracelet 3mm 8.0g $450 https://imgur.com/a/3YQSfLP
4.) 20” 14k Yellow Gold Rope 3.3mm 20.3g $825 https://imgur.com/a/ue0YDaD
5.) 20” 18k Yellow Gold Rope 2mm 7.4g $410 https://imgur.com/a/8Aqkfhi
6.) 18” 14k Diamond Cut Rope 2.7mm 8.6g $355 https://imgur.com/a/JsPoPkX
7.) New 24” 10k Rose Gold Rope 3.2mm 26.1g $795 https://imgur.com/a/LP7Y9O6
New Silver Cubans (box lock clasp):
8.) 8” 14mm Silver Cuban 94.5g $210 https://imgur.com/a/usiDQtS
9.) 8” 12mm Silver Cuban 69.8g $150 https://imgur.com/a/62jmHhZ
10.) 9” 12mm Silver Cuban 77.4g $165 https://imgur.com/a/XiFGF8D
11.) 20” 12mm Silver Cuban 168.5g $325 https://imgur.com/a/WbXtLC6
12.) 22” 12mm Silver Cuban 187.3g $384 https://m.imgur.com/a/eOVbMEK
13.) 24” 12mm Silver Cuban 203.2g $405 https://imgur.com/a/Pt7pi67
14.) 8” 10mm Silver Cuban 44.5g $100 https://imgur.io/a/F04V3Za
15.) 8.5” 10mm Silver Cuban 55.5g $115
16.) 20” 10mm Silver Cuban 109.1g $229 https://imgur.com/a/DC1WwGv
17.) 22” 10mm Silver Cuban 120.1g $242 https://imgur.com/a/Kf8o0AX
18.) 26” 10mm Silver Cuban 142.9g $290 https://imgur.com/a/apezBOZ
19.) 28” 10mm Silver Cuban 150.6g $300 https://imgur.com/a/BxabdtS
New Silver Diamond Cut Ropes:
20.) 8” 5.6mm Silver Rope 20.4g $50 https://imgur.com/a/ft0wILn
21.) 20” 5.6mm Silver Rope 53.1g $115 https://imgur.com/a/dqTZGsw
22.) 22” 5.6mm Silver Rope 58.0g $125 https://imgur.com/a/O4mKU0Q
23.) 24” 5.6mm Silver Rope 62.8g $134 https://imgur.com/a/qMwuLlG
24.) 26” 5.6mm Silver Rope 66.8g $140 https://imgur.com/a/yXBFRHy
25.) 28” 5.6mm Silver Rope 72.8g $152 https://imgur.com/a/iECyNlF
26.) 30” 5.6mm Silver Rope 78.7g $165 https://imgur.com/a/LeJuOFM
FREE SHIPPING on all items purchased this weekend. Items purchased before 1pm CST will ship same day.
Payment via Zelle, Venmo, CashApp, PayPal (must have references! It’s a biz acct so I only have G&S which is +3% due to the PayPal fee).
Any questions please let me know! Thanks
I also have tons of other styles and sizes of silver chains/bracelets available. I just don’t have time to make a post that big lol. If there’s something you’re looking for please shoot me a message 👋

Hey bit of a long post but looking for feedback on my financial plan for my family's future.
For context my partner is a decade older than me and a lot of my motivation is to be able to work part time when im 55 in 20 years and she retires so i can be with her while we both have quality of life while trying to set up my childs future. We are not in america so i dont know what the story is with 401k
I have a small house that i live in mortgage free and a lifestyle block that is also mortgage free about a 5 minute drive from our residence.
My plan is to do this house up a little and then build a medium sized shed on my lifestyle block, move into it for a summer while i build a house to live for the rest of our lives and rent out the house we live in to pay the new mortgage. The plan with the rental is to do it in 5 year stretches and then evaluate how happy we are as land lords, we could use this to really pay the mortgage down and if its not for us we can just sell the house and pay the new mortgage off but obviously the longer we keep the house the better for us financially. If we can keep the house and pay the mortgage off than we can use that money to supplement my income while i go part time. If we have to sell then any money that is left over from the sale could be invested in an s&p and the money from that could be used in the same fashion. I also have 2 investment accounts tracking the s&p that i invest 100 a month into each. 1 for us and 1 for our child. Even though i have these 2 properties i make a modest amount of money each week and my partner works part time so i struggle to invest more at this time but the lifestyle block is large enough that i could sub devide a piece for our child to buuld on in the future.
Does this seem realistic or am i missing something? Really just trying to get to a point where i can live comfortably on a 3 day work week with some eztra money feom investment/rental property and my partners pension

I’ve recently signed up for Avis locality program and I did my 2nd rental via their App/portal. I rented standard SUV with ALI and no CDW.
When I was picking up a car, they offered me to chose between two cars and didn’t say anything else and just told me I’m good to go.
2 days later I got a notification from my Credit Cars about new charge made by Avis. I called Avis and office desk said that it was an up-sale charge because they gave me a next tier car. I argued that no one told me anything about up-sale at the time of pick up and they promised to refund it when I return the car.
Now, I’m looking at the rental contract on the Avis app and it says I’ve declined ALI (liability insurance). I found my original reservation statement where I was charged money for ALI. I’m gonna call them tomorrow and argue about that as well.
But, what should have I done to avoid this bullshit? The guy at the front desk didn’t show me any agreement nor asked to sign anything because I rented via Avis App and everything was prepaid.
Is Avis known for its shady practices? Should I switch to another car rental company?

I've never been good at expressing myself or how I feel due to the stigma and outlandish nature and severity of some of my issues. But in the short 19 years I've been alive, I've never told anyone the things I've done, or the things others have done to me in an attempt to take them to my grave. But seeing as I outlived the life expectancy I imagined, I figured typing it out would allow me to let go of it and feel better because I feel horrible. So, without further stalling, I think I'll just hop into it, starting at the beginning.
When I was little, I lived a life similar to what I'm accustomed to now. Alone and fairly lonely, the few friends I had were due to being more well-adjusted or, at the very least, less fucked up. In addition, one of my friends was the child of my mother's best friend, and we were about the same age. The earliest memory I have is when I was 4 years old and something I can't remember happened. I was upset about something, and my mom left me in the room to cry while she went and played with my friend. While this situation has little relevance today, I think it's a good example of the catalyst that drove my behavior all through my life to what it is now, mainly my relationship with my mom, along with others we'll get to later.
My mother was not the nicest to me, and as I grew older, I would learn how much of an understatement that was. So skip forward a couple of years due to my memory and the irrelevancy of them to the story. Basically, I was a normal-ish kid with a few friends here and there who occasionally got in trouble, for which I almost always got my ass kicked, but who didn't? Jumping back in at around 9 years old, I was in the third grade, probably my favorite year in school due to having met my best friends and getting along with most other kids. The abuse had already taken hold at this age; I was already pretty apathetic to most feelings and never smiled. It was so noticeable that when I finally did smile, a girl at lunch pointed it out like she had seen a unicorn. But I wasn't depressed; I was just angry and didn't know how to express myself.
As a result, I got into more trouble, some of it BS, some of it not, such as my music teacher sending me to the principal for mouthing curse words while quietly talking to myself. In my defense, I wasn't talking about her; I was all the way in the back and didn't know the ambiguous individual could read lips. In fifth grade, I had a female teacher and her assistant whom I disliked because the teacher, in my opinion, was a dick and her assistant would constantly misinterpret what I said as if I were speaking Japanese. She asked me for a paper, and it being a round table, I didn't want to bend all the way across the table to slide her the paper. So I slid the paper gently across the table, and, as anticlimactic as it sounds, the paper slowly made its way to her, and she did not even attempt to grab it or stop it. Instead, she let it fall on the floor and claimed I "threw" it at her. I got sent to my homie at this point, the principal (she wasn't my biggest fan either).
These two incidents led to some of the worst ass beatings I've received at this point in my life. I would later come home to my mom, who is about 2.5 times bigger and stronger than me, and she was furious. I was punched in my chest and thrown into a stool on the ground, followed by a merciless beating with a belt, and left alone to stare at a wall, wallowing in my sadness. I think I could have handled the physical abuse, but the most damaging was the mental and verbal abuse. I would be forced to strip down to my t-shirt and underwear and stand at the door for hours. while she faked phone calls to my relatives, telling them to come get me and that I'd be leaving, before telling me to go sit down. I was constantly threatened with my life if I didn't comply, told I was a worthless "father less individual", etc. I would yell and scream so loudly that apparently our neighbors could hear it, which led to DCFS being called.
How it was explained to me was that the lady next door was crazy (even though we knew her kid, who was like 2 years younger and went to the same school), and the DCFS agent would take me away to a horrible place, a foster home. My mother told me that if that were the case, I wouldn't be placed with my other family members; nope, straight to the government. She came in my room a week before the agent to "warn" me of the dangers I might face if I snitched on her. She made me watch an hour-long documentary about people who were abused by the staff of foster homes, drilling into my head that if I ended up there, the other kids would pick on me and steal from me. That the staff would repeatedly molest (she had a weird thing with this one; I was asked about it every other day if "someone was playing with my butt" completely unprompted from 3rd to 6th grade) me and my toe would be eaten by mice as she claimed happened to my cousin (apparently he needed his toe graphed back on but I never confirmed this with him).
All of this terrified me, so when the time came to nut up or shut up, my nuts retracted back upstairs, and I most definitely shut up big time. Unable to process my emotions, they started manifesting in anger, which led to me being excluded from certain events at school like the outdoor fun day. I had to stay inside while everyone else played. The principal told me that she was going easy on me, and had she been following the rules, I'd have been expelled from elementary school already (I did get suspended though). When it came time to visit the middle school near the end of the year, I had to beg them to let me go because apparently my reputation preceded me, and the middle school principal knew who I was and asked me not to come because of my behavior. My mother had an overwhelming amount of control over my life and others that I would only learn about when I was older (she was responsible for me being in the same class as my best friend 3rd through 5th grade and making sure they served food I would eat on an out-of-state field trip so I wouldn't starve). (It's not really negative, but it sets the tone for how it would soon turn negative.)
Sixth grade rolled around, but this time I got to stay with my great-grandmother in the south. The entire time away from my mother and I improved significantly; I made a lot more friends (probably because of southern hospitality) and overall had a good time (trust me, it was an oddly cool school with equally cool teachers) except for a couple other issues that came with living with my grandma. I returned the next year to mom and a new middle school. All that progress from earlier, yeah, went straight out the window almost immediately. My anger had subsided, and what was left developed into a deep depression and resentment for people, my mom included. I thought people were worthless, making friends useless, so I went out of my way to avoid most people for the longest time. Until I succumbed to my social urges and made a few friends by avoiding the lunch room and eating in one of the science classes with some kids I had other classes with. During this time, I was reluctantly in "therapy" (I had been there since elementary, just talking to social workers, but nothing came of it until now).
Trouble would always seem to follow me; anytime a message was relayed from the school to mom, it almost guaranteed an ass beating. I would seemingly get in trouble for nothing, and my teachers would unknowingly be sending me on my way down death row to meet the executioner. Once I got in trouble for "throwing" another paper. I didn't realize we needed it and put it in the recycling, but the teacher saw it and told me to keep it, so I put it under my seat, and it fell through the bars of my chair basket while I wasn't looking, and she was mad at me for it. I also told my math teacher to "stop harassing me" because every 5 minutes she was hounding me about completing some work I had no intention of doing. That mistake was damn near fatal because, for some reason, I wasn't allowed to feel harassed, and telling my teacher that was apparently way out of pocket. I should also mention I had good grades up until I eventually began failing them.
All of this leads to more violent abuse. I was shoved into a wall, which hurt my arm so bad I needed an ice pack (and had to lie to the nurse about why I needed it). The next day, I was repeatedly hit with a broom, picked up by my collar, and slammed into walls before being thrown on the ground. The physical pain would subside in hours, but because what was done and said to me never left, I would almost always be left to sit and stare alone with my thoughts, and because of this, my mental state would degrade rapidly. Nothing else could bring me to tears like the pain of the person responsible for your entire life, who was supposed to love you unconditionally, constantly tormenting you. Her words would pierce and sting, while the same thing said to me by anyone else would roll off me like water off a duck's back.
Unable to escape the constant beratement, and depending on the severity, this would send me into suicidal spirals, and when I hit emotional rock bottom and couldn't feel any worse about myself, it was the only thing I looked forward to and all I thought about for months. When people asked me, "NT (Me), what are you going to be when you grow up?" or "NT, you're getting older. Have you thought about what you're going to do when you reach x (usually 18+) years old?" I had no idea, no answer. In my mind, living to be older than 16 seemed impossible. They were right when they said time would fly by. Back at school, the stress was getting to me. During a random game of Uno, I broke down and expressed some of my feelings, along with the fact that I was almost getting my ass beat with random objects on a weekly basis.
This ultimately led to no improvements in my life, just more people in my business. The process of them trying to help was akin to getting a law passed, full of procedures and red tape they had to follow because there was no physical evidence—I had no cuts, bruises, or wounds they could see. All they had to go on was the testimony of an emotionally disturbed preteen. They recommended I be placed in a mental hospital. I stayed after school while they called my dad to pick me up, and the car ride was silent until we arrived at the hospital. He asked, "Do you want to go in?" I said, "Yeah," and he couldn't figure out why he said I had it easy as a child. Because all I had to worry about was school and I had no bills to pay, I shouldn't have any reason to kill myself. I was essentially overreacting to him. So we went home.
Because I'm about to enter the next arc of my story. I'll share some extra fun facts that aren't directly related to the story, but I'd be remiss if I didn't. Our principal told us we had too many students for what the building was originally intended for. One day, while walking up the narrow stairs in between a crowd of kids rushing for their lockers, I was knocked over and trampled. I had at least two feet up my ass, one in my back, and one on top of my head, and I couldn't get up because no one could see me. Not long after, a teacher had to stop them from walking up the stairs so I could get up. When I got to my locker, the person whose locker was next to mine casually mentioned the trampling, and to be honest, it had only happened 30 seconds before, so I was pretty blown when she said that (I looked at her like, yeah, ambiguous individual, that was me y'all were just stepping on) and I told her, "Yeah, that was me." But let's not forget the time two of my classmates were fucking around playfighting and threw each other in such a way that the dude kicked me in the face. I sat in the same spot on the wall while waiting for my teacher, and, believe it or not, lightning does strike twice, because they were fucking around again and kicked me in the face in nearly the same way. This was an advisory class we had only once a week, and to make a long story even longer, I learned not to sit next to that wall anymore.
I began high school at the age of 14 and remained largely unchanged during this time. I still couldn't talk to anyone and dealt with the stress of going home to my mom, which significantly impacted how I behaved and how my grades would turn out at first. I had almost all A's before spiraling downward; at that point, I stopped caring what others thought of me and did whatever I could to make myself feel better. I would sleep in hallways on the floor, skip class, and do little to no work. I couldn't concentrate and wasn't worried about the consequences of my decisions until I graduated. The food in my house would run short, and my mom always told me if I ate it all before she went back to the grocery store, she wouldn't buy any more. I started skipping meals and eating less per meal to stretch the food we had, and at times I couldn't move without being doubled over in pain.
I was confined to my room almost constantly. I wasn't allowed to go anywhere but school, a couple of nearby restaurants, and back home. I couldn't leave my house if I wanted to hang out with friends (if only I had any) because I had to be in her presence at all times. I hypothesized about going to hang out with a female friend and was told I wouldn't be allowed to without her following behind us (I was 17 when I asked). If I wanted to hang out with a male friend, they had to go through a background check of sorts (it was easier to get a gun card than to get some friends I could hang with). I had to get their parents' phone numbers so she could talk to them, and then she would decide whether or not I could go, which wasn't even a guarantee. Imagine you're in school, and a kid who wants to be friends with you tells you they need your parents to talk to each other and give their permission. That's embarrassing. I would imagine I'd be laughed at and made fun of, or they wouldn't go through all the trouble for someone who was already known as an incredibly strange individual, so most of the time I never tried out of fear of this.
I had no way to cope surrounded by people, and knowing what some of them might think of me, I would put my head down for weeks in every class because at this point I was genuinely terrified of people. I had developed selective mutism and would not talk to 98 percent of students and about 80 to 90 percent of staff; when I did, it was in short, vague sentences and almost only when spoken to. Up until I was 15, the abuse continued the same as before, but as I got older, it became more Physical I had mostly stopped getting hit with belts, and when I did get hit, it was in the arm and chest, with the occasional hit in the mouth. I'd be backed into a corner while my mother yelled the most vile and hurtful things at me. I was told I ruined her life and that I kept her from having a life. If I ever lost my keys, I would immediately be in trouble, but if I lied about it, that was even worse. My mom worked from home before it was cool to work from home, so she was almost constantly home. If I had lied about having my keys, I would have been locked out of the house for hours until she finished working, rain or shine; snowing and cold; hot and humid; it didn't matter. But that mostly stopped when the damage it did to me became apparent, and I had a psychotic episode.
My mother was upset with me for some reason and was yelling loudly about how worthless I was, that she wished I was never born, and so on. (At this point, I was the most miserable I'd been in a long time. My mental state was comparable to the fragility of a ceramic plate: solid, sturdy, and functional. Just pray to God you don't drop it if you'd like it to remain intact.) I became late because I had misplaced my hat, but when I told her I had it in my pocket, she said, "Let me see it then; why is it not on your head? Put it on!" So I began looking for my hat in my bookbag, and when I found it, she snatched it from my grasp and smacked me on the head with it. I felt something click inside me, like a light switch being turned on. Without warning, I began having a psychotic breakdown. I put my hands on my head and started screaming as loud as I could uncontrollably, "I can't take it! I can't take it anymore," repeatedly while frantically shuffling like a chicken with its head cut off in front of my mom. I had no control over my actions, and my mother stopped me and pulled my hands off my head, but I wouldn't stop screaming, and she had to calm me down in order for me to stop. It was terrifying for the both of us because I think it was the first time she had ever seen anything like that, and it was the first time I ever did anything like that. The feeling was terrifying almost indescribable the closest comparison I could make is to the tea cup scene from get out. I felt like I got yanked out my body while simultaneously remaining in there like my soul was trapped behind my eyes and all I could do is watch.
After that experience, my mother began to soften her stance toward me, and the big 19 began, so I had virtual classes for about two years that I never finished, but I persevered and eventually graduated (while failing a significant number of classes), and when I did, I was enrolled in an alternative school. When I was eighteen, me and my mom got into an argument because I didn't want to go back to school. It was boring and sad because there were only two or three kids in my class, and we did elementary school work all day. There were no phones, we had to wear uniforms, and free time was scarce. The only slightly good part was that we worked a couple hours a day and they paid us. But it was only four dollars an hour, and we worked two hours each day unless you were in the special work program, which meant you worked two extra hours after school. With the long cab ride there, I'd get home around 5:30 to 6:00 every day, only to wake up at 8 a.m. and do it all over again. But we agreed that if I found a job before school resumed, I wouldn't have to go. I had a week and a half to do it.
I applied everywhere and even made it all the way through orientation at one place, but I was in a factory doing 12 hour shifts and about 4 miles from my house, so I turned it down because I was scared and had to be realistic because walking multiple miles through areas I'd never been to daily was just too much for me. I was told I had to leave if I wasn't working or going to school, and I couldn't stay the night. I was kicked out after calling my grandparents, who said I could stay with them. I packed two weeks worth of clothes and walked over there. The first few weeks were weird, but I finally saw the light at the end of the world's darkest and longest tunnel. For the first time in years, I knew what it was like to not be abused and verbally assaulted on a daily basis. But, unfortunately, I was beyond repair, at least on my own. I searched for a job and tried to enroll in college, but I was never taught or allowed to do that growing up. I was raised indoors and was never taught the skills needed to survive outside. I still didn't know how to talk to people, and I was terrified of them. I would have panic attacks a couple times a month and rely on others to feed and clothe me. I was wearing the same two weeks worth of clothes for several months until my great-grandmother sent me more.
Around this time I started smoking weed, and it was amazing how those first times getting high were the best and made me forget all about my problems and truly relax. But I didn't know what I was getting into and developed an exponentially growing habit. I started taking fake Xanax and getting slumped while I went about my day high as a kite. Just to forget about the majority of what I did the following day. The only reason my Xan problem didn't get out of hand was that I kept losing all of the pills after a few times, so I stopped buying them. But it was too late when I exhausted the small amount I had and began withdrawing. Let me tell you, like anyone else who has dealt with Xan withdrawals will tell you, they are not to be played with; hell isn't even a good enough comparison. It's something I truly wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. (My mom excluded.) I had severe paranoia, extreme agitation, a splitting headache that wouldn't quit, and panic attacks frequently (plus a strong urge to KMS as well, which is normal at this point). But I was lucky: Xanax is the only drug that can kill you by going cold turkey, and if your body became physically dependent, you were more than likely to have multiple seizures coming your way.
My replacement for Xanax was fake Mallinckrodt pills, aka dirty 30s, blues, perc 30s, or whatever name you used or knew they were synonymous with fentanyl or worse. (Believe me when I say they most definitely make things worse than fent) I'm confident I got worse because they didn't test positive for fent, which means its something the test couldn't detect. I turned full junkie and was smoking them off foil before I was 19. I overdosed twice going to sleep, and I was never confident if I was going to wake up. The opioid withdrawals are 100x easier than the Xans, and I was smoking drugs stronger than fentanyl. I quit those, and not too long after, I was taking fake ecstasy pills and Molly capsules, which, aside from the slight stimulant psychosis and vomiting, were probably my favorites. They let me experience happiness for the first time and gave me the ability to communicate and interact with other people. It felt like I'd been missing something my entire life.
Now I'm 19 on the cusp of being a broke "adult" with no real skills, aspirations, or anything positive going for him. This year I discovered while in high school I was diagnosed with autism, ADHD, ODD, social anxiety disorder, and antisocial personality disorder, all while attending school, and nobody ever told me or hinted at it to me in the slightest at all. I guess they just wanted me to cruise through life ignorant and struggling. I'm constantly reminded of how much of a burden I am because I can't do much more than take care of myself. I hide it somewhat well due to my lifelong fear of being mistaken for insane, but it takes an enormous amount of effort to even get out of bed and make something to eat. In order to keep the invasive thoughts and feelings away, I have to keep myself entertained and amused all day or else the feelings come rushing back. I honestly hate my life. I have little to look forward to and regret my almost entire life due to me ruining any chance at fun I had growing up because of how I behaved. I can barely leave my house, and if I go anywhere beyond a couple of blocks, I have panic attacks and get extreme anxiety that effects me physically. I feel my ability to comprehend and understand things slowing down. It's harder to focus and pay attention, and I feel almost like an alien when I'm around other people.
Recently, I had a phone call with my mom and had a panic attack (we haven't spoken in 2 years since I was put out). It was just like old times, when she was mad at me about a misunderstanding and was yelling and screaming about how I don't care that I'm wasting her money. (she bought my phone as a gift on a payment plan when I turned 18) As an adult I felt extremely disrespected by the things she said so before my mental health suffered anymore I hung up mid sentence and blocked her. The next day my phone was bricked and completely unusable, as it was technically not paid for, so somebody had to get me a new phone. Today I feel extremely hopeless towards any chance of repairing my life. I don't know what to do and I wish I did. I wish I could shake this dead man walking feeling I've got. Throughout the day, life doesn't even feel real at times. I feel as though if I keep hanging in there, eventually someone's going to find me hanging from somewhere. I don't know how my relatives do it. I could never imagine being their age. This isn't everything that's ever happened to me (I know it's hard to believe), but I feel I've described my story as concisely as possible in a semi-chronological order. Anything else would just be extra or I'd be repeating myself. With all that being said, my think noodle is hurting, and I think (clearly I do too much of this) I need to find it some dopamine. I appreciate anyone who takes the time to read this fully because, as God knows, I can't tell a living soul who knows me this. Night. -NT

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Confused, in England. Professional couple, we were told to leave the property in a hearing that was concluded almost before it began. It was an accelerated eviction. We were advised by the usual supporting bodies (CAB etc) to see the duty solicitor before but apparently they didn’t work on that day. Asked the judge if we could wait to see them who said in response there would be financial implications if we postponed.
Partner is autistic and had a disturbing meltdown during the entire 30 minutes while I’m trying to take care of them and represent ourselves. Judge looked very concerned but didn’t check if they were alright or needed a break. The landlord’s team whooped on the way out after witnessing an incredibly distressed autistic person being made homeless.
Next day the judge’s office invites us to see the duty solicitor saying there were some points in our written defence that weren’t brought up in court and after a review of the defence, there could be another hearing. Went back to see the duty solicitor, waited 3 hours for them to check paperwork for 5 minutes only to say there was nothing there. They also said our hearing should have been listed on the day they worked.
I’m leaving out information about how distressing and humiliating this has been- but what was all that about?

Hello everyone,
I am new here and have been following this sub for few days and its very informative. I require urgent advice on a current situation.
I am talking of the Indian job landscape. I am an engineer with an engineering diploma (12th+3 years). Most companies here consider only degrees inspite of me having 15 years full time education. I could not do a job in my field due to health reasons as it is in adverse terrain and I only discovered my limitations while being in a year long training after my diploma. I had to change my field after that and start fresh. I also started pursuing a degree via distance method and it would be done by this year. I started in an inside sales profile in the insurance field in a popular startup. My starting salary was around INR 16k-17k. After 6 months, I switched to a fintech startup in similiar field in sales and customer service with an INR 10K/month(no pf deduction) hike. My current company has started layoffs and wants me to go to field sales profile. It has only being two months, I started looking outside as I was not entirely comfortable. My company convinced me to just try it out for a month and see if I like it or else they will release me early if I get an offer.
I got an offer from a leading insurer in relationship manager in sales role. However, the catch is the salary is slightly lower (Around 3k lower after PF deductions). The profile involves corporate partnerships and data analysis. I went through a consulting and they advised not to show my current 3 month experience as companies consider a candidate unstable for such a job duration. So the hike is based on my first salary.
I seek advice that is this offer worth taking up? I don't think there is a long term future in customer service profiles( please correct me if I'm wrong). This profile gives me the chance to upskill and get skilled in data analysis for future growth. I know basic excel, so working here might help me as they mentioned they need somebody who can work in excel. Is the paycut worth it for future growth? Most people in my current org say that my current 3 month experience in the org won't be worth it anyway.
What should I do? Field sales or go into RM profile?
Thank you for reading. Looking for advice as I am very confused.