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Director of the company asked me to design an app that's near impossible on Tuesday. Explained to him the constraints of what he wanted, he told me to give him a low down of all the constrains by the end of the week. Gave him a a full report yesterday.
Calls me in today and tells me head office's CSO is coming next week Friday and he wants the app ready by then so he can show it to the CSO.
What the fuck. Guess I'll be spending nights late coding the impossible. (because my actual job at the company has nothing to do with his bloody app).
Communication is key, but when the communicator is flat out fucking ignored, what's the point.1 -
Not sure if I'm disappointed or relieved.
Just spent 5 years trying the get into this class. Studying and asking and getting recommendations. I knew it had less than a 5% pass rate but it's all that I've been aiming for for years.
Finally got into it, and spent 4 months working my ass off. Today I got told that I'm maybe being dropped. And honestly, as disappointed as I am, and I might need a new dream to aim for, I'm actually pretty okay with it.
I've been so stressed and annoyed and unhappy lately. I was starting to debate if this is even what I want. And for the first night in a while I can just drink whisky and not worry about the next test or doing classwork at midnight instead of sleeping.... I can just relax and whatever happens happens. I can't control how tomorrow goes.
Not sure if "oof. I need a drink" or "thank god, lets celebrate with a drink!"2 -
It started as an ordinary Tuesday. I was transferring 5 BTC my life savings at the time to a new cold wallet for better security. My fingers moved swiftly, copying the address, pasting it, and hitting Send without a second thought. Then ,the horrow struck.A split second after the transaction confirmed, I realized I had pasted the wrong address. A typo. One wrong character. My stomach twisted into knots as I watched my Bitcoin disappear into the blockchain abyss, headed to an address I didn’t recognize. Panic set in. 5 BTC. Over $300,000 at the time. Gone. I spent sleepless nights scouring forums, reaching out to blockchain experts, even pleading with miners but the immutable nature of Bitcoin meant no one could reverse it. The address was active, but the owner? Unknown. Then, I stumbled upon Washington Recovery Pro, a firm specializing in cryptocurrency transaction reversals and asset recovery. Skeptical but desperate, I reached out. Their team, led by a seasoned blockchain investigator named Marcus, took my case. They explained that while Bitcoin transactions are irreversible, if the recipient is identifiable, recovery is possible through negotiation or legal pressure. Using on-chain forensics, they traced the mistaken transaction to a crypto exchange wallet meaning the recipient had likely cashed out or moved the funds. Washington Recovery Pro contacted the exchange, providing irrefutable proof of the erroneous transfer. After weeks of pressure, the exchange froze the funds and initiated a recovery process. two weeks after my heart-stopping mistake, I received an email: Your 5 BTC has been recovered and will be returned to your wallet. I couldn’t believe it. Washington Recovery Pro had done the impossible. My Bitcoin was saved, but not by luck by skill, persistence, and legal expertise. If you ever face a similar nightmare, remember: some mistakes can be undone.
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