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“If you were in love with a person and they had you sign documents so they could receive undeserving SSI benefits and refuses to take your name off of the documents, what would you do?I would never sign such a document. My personal integrity is important, and I can’t think of a way that I could stay in love with a person who seriously asked me attest to a falsehood.So the answer is that I would never get to that point. However, were I to somehow find myself in the situation you describe, I would withdraw any lie that I foolishly set beside my name.EDIT: I thought about this some more, and you may have a legal issue if you knowingly swore to a false statement to the SSA. You may wish to consult a lawyer.

When I first arrived at the job, there was this woman who would bully me by not scheduling my requests for lunch, writing me up for being 2 minutes late from break,she would transfer all calls to me before they got to anyone else, and make me train new people so they could get positions higher than myself. When I questioned her about the training, she told me that the trainers were supposed to document my hours needed to gain a higher position. When I asked the trainers, they told me that she was supposed to be recording my hours. So as soon as she tried to sign me up with another person to train, I told her that I wasn’t able to do it because I talked to the training department and they said that she was supposed to be recording my hours, and that I needed her to, “Get on that.” She got red in the face and walked away. I assume she went to tell her supervisor.When she was transferring calls to me before anybody else, she failed to notice that upper management was monitoring how many calls people had taken and whether or not they were taken care of in a professional manner. I made sure my name was at the top of that list for several weeks. I even gloated about it within her earshot. After that, they stopped monitoring calls and keeping track of them all together.When she kept writing me up and conveniently disappeared by the end of the day so I couldn’t talk to her about them, I managed to talk to her about the writeups in front of the Operations Supervisor. I told her that I felt targeted and that the writeups were unfair, and that whenever I tried to talk to her in the past, she would disappear. I got one more write up and I signed it in red ink to indicate that I had been forced to sign it under duress. I no longer received any writeups from her after that.I stayed on that shift for a year, and when I gained seniority, I switched to graves to get away from her. My bully asked me how did I like being on the graveyard shift, and I told her that I loved it. My work became so good that people were questioning why I wasn’t made a lead yet, and why I was constantly being passed up for the opportunity. So I wrote to the bully’s supervisor to ask why this was going on. She said I, “didn’t have the personality type for the job”. I had never spoken to or seen this woman before, so I asked her what was it that I needed to change and that we have never officially met at the time, so I had no idea what she was talking about. A few weeks went by and I was made a lead.While on graves, I ended up making a mistake on filling out one of the checks. She issued a document that everyone has to sign that basically stated that if anyone was to make a mistake on the checks, they were to be fired. The document was to be placed on the Operational Supervisor’s desk. When it was my turn to receive the document, I noticed it was poorly written. So I decided to put on my English Major hat and I got out my red pen to address all errors in the document. At the end, I wrote, “Who wrote this?” The document contained spelling errors, run on sentences, sentence fragments, one of which was started with the word “Like”. I didn’t sign the document, but I did place it on the Operational Supervisor’s desk. The next day, the documents were thrown out, never to be mentioned again.So, that’s how I dealt with my coworker who tried to get me fired at any chance she got.Edit: Wow! Over 800 upvotes! I had no idea my response would have been receiving such responses from people. Thank you so much!

I left home when I was 24. Until the day I took the flight from Bangalore to Houston, I hadn’t EVER stayed away from home. I was a spoilt brat if you will. Life in the USA has itself changed in multiple ways in the two years I have been here. Let’s see how.I cook. I can pretty much cook anything if I have a recipe. After a couple of times, I can cook without the recipe and can even add my own little twist sometimes.I am genuinely interested in fitness. While in India, my quest for fitness was fueled by body image issues. But in the US, I literally just chase the high of the happy post workouts. I haven’t really lost much in weight, but I have lost inches. I started running when I was in New York for my internship and never really stopped. Here is a comparison.I am organized. I have always been an organized type of person, but life here has made me chaotically organized. I lay out my clothes for the next day on the night before, I meal prep, all my important documents are backed up in TWO Google Drives, I double check flight reservations, I even check my credit card statements, heck.I thoroughly read any and all documents. In India, I had a horrible habit of rushing to sign or to sign up. In the US, I often take extra time to read lease documents, ask for clarifications about terms and conditions and be 100% sure of what I am getting myself into.I am patient. All the behavior I would’ve possibly judged if I was back home, I don’t anymore. If I see someone doing something wrong, I have compassion. For example, back home, if someone said that they passed out of college in 2015, I would snicker. Here, I correct them and tell them that they graduated and that they didn’t pass out.In contrast, I am also more honest and straight forward with people here. I often don’t engage in unnecessary conversations. I sass my way out of them and sometimes I have borderline been rude.I have stopped planning for the long term. All my five-year plans are out of the window. Life here is pretty unpredictable. When I first started, the uncertainty often drove me crazy. Now, I just have vague plans in place with a couple of back-up plans. Okay, maybe five backup plans. See point 3 above.I value family. Oh my god. This is one of the biggest changes I have seen myself undergo. Back home, I never bothered to share my life with my parents. Now, if my mother doesn’t call me the ten-minute frame of regular call time, I FREAK out. I mean, I have to tell her about the rice and daal I cooked already! I have learned to appreciate my parents and I have realized my mother has always been my best friend and that she is always right. And that she has always been right. Yes, even about the ex she told would wreck my life. Thanks, mom.I can decide how productive I want to be. I have learned the art of multi-tasking.Finally, all these factors have led to me believing in myself. If I was in India, I would have probably been VERY proud of myself, haughty even. But now, I have been humbled and all I am is grateful for the experiences, knowing that I can count on myself and believe in myself with quiet confidence.EDIT: For the comments about this could all be done in India, it sure can be. My answer is not about what can’t be done in India, but my experience of how my life has changed in the US. Thanks.EDIT 2: Passing out might be the right usage in Brit English and India, but it is still wrong in the United States. People will be confused if you say that in the US because it is not apt in Eng-US. Also, thank you for the upvotes, y’ all!

When most non-technical people hear the words 'artificial intelligence', they imagine something like this:Or this:Or even this:When actually, AI is more like this:For some reason, the phrase alone conjures ideas of robots with human-level cognition; designing such a system must require inconceivable technical skill, creative wit and thorough comprehension.Well, I call bull****!When I was 17 I designed an image recognition program as part of a school project, and was the only person to receive full marks.I already had a keen interest in AI, and I jumped upon the opportunity to make my own. At the same time, I knew AI was the hottest buzzword in computer science of the decade, so any attempt would surely impress the examiner enough to squeeze out a few more marks, right?How right I was. The program was brilliant. It was beautiful. It worked. My classes were integrated like a well-oiled machine. My functions slid together like jigsaw pieces. My comments were like poetry.I not only received 100%, but I'm the only person to have done so at my college.And that's the problem.I didn't deserve it.Sure, the program worked, it did its thing. All of the technical requirements given by the teacher were met. But it felt… uncomfortable.I didn't know what was wrong with it. When designing it, I felt like I was cheating. My methods worked a treat, but my intuition said they shouldn't. When coding it, I expected it to break, but it didn't.So why do I feel so guilty?To start with, I'm not the best computer scientist amongst my cohort. Of the 60 people in my year, I'm not even top 5. The most gifted guy in the year scored 67/75. He made his own messaging service using C++, complete with server-client communication, encryption, an interface, etc. 67/75 is a fantastic score of course, but 8 less than mine. Why?I even included the word ‘rudimentary' in my project title to show the examiner that I'm aware it's basic. The worst thing a student can do is make the examiner think the sun shines out of your arse.But now, I think I know the problem. It goes back to what I said earlier about squeezing marks out of the project simply because it sounds impressive.AI is certainly impressive. The folks at Google, DeepMind, Facebook and IBM are some the world's greatest architects for humanity's next technological revolution. No doubt.But what I did? It was all right. The fact it worked was cool, but if you opened the bonet expecting to find a roaring engine, you'd find a little green man in a hamster wheel with a very sheepish grin.I believe I was given the grade I did based on the ambition and the idea, not the technicality. Sure, I delivered the product, but it was the audacity of the project that bagged me the marks.…and to me, that sums up people. It applies to all avenues of life. Look at Trump. He was ambitious and presented yuuuuge ideas. The technicalities of it? Laughable, but he still succeeded in clambering into the White House.Now look at Jonas Edward Salk. He discovered the cure for polio and could have made billions of dollars from it, but he chose not to so more people could access it and make the world a better place. He is the opposite of Trump; he thought about the technicality rather than trying to impress, and now nobody remembers or honours the man.Without being too cliché, I feel my project is a metaphor: to truly be successful with your work, you need to not only be ambitious and show great determination, but actually be able to deliver. Like this guy can:Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed my answer, feel free to leave an upvote!Happy coding!Edit: Blimey, 1,500 upvotes! This post alone doubled my follower count. Thanks all!

Common Scams in India:Scene 1: Aadhar mobile number update:Went to a private Aadhar e-seva kendra, filled form and was ready to submit. Assumed it’s going to be nominal charges for same. Lady said 300rs. I said bye bye.Went to e-seva kendra. This time all done. Lady asked for 50rs. I said I know its 25rs.She said “Sir we have to pay rent as well.”I said “As you are asking very less compared to others I will pay 50rs.”Felt bad about it later. Complained to UIDAI via twitter. Got reply that they will register an official complain and take necessary action.In addition to this its very common that these e-seva center charge anything between 100–300rs for new Aadhar registration(should be completely free) or update(nominal charge of 25rs). Saw it happening in one instance, raised my voice but no one supported. Seems everyone else was just wanted to get their work done and I was creating a nuisance.Scene 2: Mobile number portability:Went to Idea store. With commanding voice, I said “I am here for MNP”, as I was giving them a new customer. Got reply from lady “minimum recharge of 475rs will be needed for MNP”. I said “MNP charge is 19rs, what recharge I do after that is my choice”. But this lead to nothing. Left the store.Visited a local idea retailer. Inquired about MNP and he said 178rs minimum recharge. Didn’t want to argue again. Paid the money and left for home. Felt bad again, later complained to idea_cellular and TRAI via twitter. Still to receive a response.Even for mobile and Aadhar linking some retailers charge money, its supposed to be completely free.Scene 3: Flash Back - Last monthHad a bad mood and my train was about to leave. Thought some water could help. Went to stall and asked for two water bottles. Vendor asked for 40rs(20rs per bottle, MRP was 15rs). I became furious and scolded him left and right. Got my money back (10rs). Complained to local DRM via twitter. Got response that action will be taken and immediate fine of 500rs is charged to vendor.You see what I am trying to say, here in our country(not only our country) people always find a way to dig out money or more money by this means or another, many are aware of it but many just ignore it. I know I can’t be idealistic all the time but it disturbs me seeing people’s common lust for money around me.Call it a scam or whatever, but it’s part of our life, it’s more of a mindset and reflection of our ideologies.We might accept it, ignore it or fight against it.Sometimes it seems like endless cycle, because “We the people” always find innovative ways to scam each other.Take Care.PS. Purpose of this answer not to brag, but to make aware. What you do after that is up to you.****Made few corrections, Thanks for views, comments and upvotes, If this helps even 1% of who read, my effort was worth of something.********Corrected Aadhaar update charges as 25rs, uidai official twitter handle communicated 25+taxes hence the confusion. I would like to thank all who appreciated me in comments. Still you see I was not perfect during handling these situations, hoping to get better with that.********Update: Idea care responded, got call from manager of said idea store, he apologised and asked me to visit again. He said there are no charges for mnp and recharge is optional. I told him to mention this everytime time any customer comes for mnp rather then projecting a mandatory recharge. Also asked to make sure his team members follow that. I said I or any of my friends will be visiting store anytime and will complain again if same incident happens. Hope this is some kind of win.Got update regarding e-seva kendra complaint as well. “Fine is imposed and warning is issued.” Couldn't check personally but this is official reply.****

We didn't mean to fall in love. And we don't want to be in love with each other but we are.Sarah and I work together in a US multi-national and for the first 2 years of our “relationship", we only communicated by phone or email. We had never meet in person as the distance between us is over 2,000 miles. Our relationship was always professional and never really got personal in anyway.After two years, Sarah got a great promotion and moved to another role in the Company. I remember the feeling of shock I had when she told me. In hindsight, that feeling of shock, loss and regret, was a signal. At the time, I did not see that.We parted ways…About 3 months later, I was in the US in our head quarters for meetings. My boss and I were having coffee and when we finished he said 'I got to go to a meeting with Sara'. I was taken aback. 'Oh she is in the US?'. It worked out that we were both in the US for the week.I sent her a message and we meet that night for dinner and finally meet face to face. 8pm at Sara's hotel.I waited in the lobby with a couple of my colleagues. And then it happened…A tall woman with long dark hair walked towards the lobby, I immediately noticed her and was struck by her beauty. She came into the lobby and stopped for a moment.'Are you Jonathan?', the women asked. I immediately recognised the accent. It was her, it was Sara. We exchanged two kisses on each cheek, as is the custom in Europe.There was an instant attraction. It was like we created some kind of spark that lit the fire. For the entire night, we were inseperable. We talked and talked and talked.We met the next night and it was the same. During the evening, we were getting tired, it was about midnight, so I asked Sara if she would like me to walk her to her hotel. We did not get very far. As we walked towards her hotel, the music of a late night party caught our imagination. We went to a rooftop club and danced for the rest of the night.By the time we left, we were holding hands and walking back to her hotel. We found a place in the hotel terrace and talked until 5am. She had a 9am flight and we did not want to leave each other.The feeling of attraction is profound , we are drawn to each other, physically, mentally, intellectually, in a way we can't comprehend.The reason we can't be together because we are married to other people. Yet, we are both in a state of shock about how we feel. We were not looking for love.When we returned back to our home countries, we continued talking. It was mostly messaging. It was dynamic, like our conversations in the US. I would say something and she would add to what I would say and we would be entangled in fascinating, humorous and amazing chats.We began to message regularly. And the we started sending each other selfie's of where we were and what we were doing. I remember Sara was sick in bed. There was a guy in work holding a big bunch of balloons. I took a photo and sent it to her to cheer her up. It was all innocent fun.But in reality, our own lives were not perfect. We were in unhappy marriages. I don't think we sought out each other but I do think we were lonely.About 2 months after our first meeting, I was struggling to come to terms with the feeling I was having for Sara. I decided to see her and took a flight to her city. When I told Sara that I was coming, she said no. I confessed. I told her about my feelings.I arrived and went through to arrivals. My plan was to go straight to my hotel and check in. Surprise, surprise, Sara was at arrivals waiting for me. I had forgotten how beautiful she is. I was stunned to see her and she was very nervous.We went back to my hotel, I checked in and we spent the evening walking around the city. It was beautiful.On the second day, she came to my hotel. We got comfortable, talked all day, and day turned into night. We were lying on the bed, she had her head on my shoulder and we shared some intimacy. We did not kiss or have sex. That was out of the question.We shared our feelings openly. We told each other how we felt. We were unable to resist other.Before I knew it, we had to say goodbye. It was so difficult. I watched her walk away into the darkness. I wanted run after her, stop her going. I wanted the moment to last forever.The journey to her city confirm alot for me. I was truely, madly and deeply in love with this woman. I was conflicted by this as I am married. But the feelings, the attraction and chemistry of this relationship were far more powerful that anything I have ever felt with anyone, not my wife, not previous girlfriends. Sara felt the same way.We realised that we had to stop. We were on the verge of an emotional affair. My journey to her city stepped over the line.After Xmas we stopped all communication. I think about her all the time. It is thee most difficult, challenging and emotional episode of my life.We are both romantics. We made a vow of sorts. Our pledge was to leave our love to the faith of the Gods. Let destiny choose our path.We fell in love by accident, and if it is meant to be, well then that will happen by accident.And so it is.My name is not John and Sara is not her real name. I choose to use the names of the characters from the movie Serendipity. In some ways, that movie is about us.

I have to tell this story:In 1985 the German Post (Deutsche Bundespost) released the following postage stamp:The text says “40 years of integration of expelled Germans”. The government of Poland (still communist at that time) felt offended by that and the spokesman of the government, Jerzy Urban, publicly declared that Poland considered this stamp invalid and the Polish post would not deliver letters marked with it. They would be stamped as “undeliverable” and returned to sender instead.Now, in 1986 I was working in Hamburg, at DESY, and a group of Polish students came as summer students. One of them asked me for help with the following task : his colleague, a philatelist, wanted for his collection an envelope with an “undeliverable” stamp from the Polish post. The idea was that we send him (to Poland) a letter with that stamp, wait till it returns as undeliverable, then said student will bring it with him to Poland.I must say I was rather sceptical. The government declaration was already almost a year back, and knowing the attitudes of Polish government employees at that time I sincerely doubted that anyone would care to watch for such letters anymore. But well, why not try, a letter that has been delivered against government declaration would also be an interesting collector’s item. So we went on to buy the stamp. It was not that easy, most post offices didn’t have it any more, but eventually we found one that had it. So we send our letter, expecting that it would take at least a month to have it returned, if at all (the post from “the West” to Poland took weeks to deliver at that time, I don’t believe they censored it all, they probably just held it, because they didn’t want to facilitate communication over the iron curtain).To our surprise the letter was returned already on the next day, stamped “undeliverable”… by the German Bundespost. They actually had a really impressive rubber stamp prepared, size almost half the envelope, saying that they were very sorry, but they couldn’t deliver the letter because Polish post had illegally declared the stamp invalid…This really struck me as an absolutely German thing to do. The intention was probably to help their own citizens, who might not have known that Polish post did not like the stamp. But they did it so perfectly, that effectively they did the job that Polish government censors were supposed to do, and invalidated their own postage stamp in the process. And they still watched for it a year later, even though the Polish side had probably already forgotten it at that time…

This can vary wildly from day by day.Monday morning I reviewed my project list (like normal and caught up with some email. That’s fairly standard for me. Usually my first hour is reviewing email and answering questions. Had a drawing to sign-off.Visited the tool room and discussed a modified core for a small mold.Later in the afternoon I designed and printed a nest for a pin press fixture for a targeting need I’m working on.Tuesday and Wednesday was spent review some proposals for quotes (I work closely with our sales engineers). I worked with one of our technicians and our documentation groups to get the manufacturing procedures into our system so we can perform our pilot run on one of our new products.I also was working on modifying a wire specification to reduce voltage drop. The initial design had a small AWG spec’d but was having issue with charging. I did a quick calculation to show the with the current design the observed voltage drop matches what you would expect, and made some recommendations.Test fit some customer supplied electrodes to some proposed contact (still working on that design).Both Tuesday & Wednesday I have standing customer conference calls, so each took just under an hour.Thursday was simpler. I came in a bit early because I had a pilot run for a new project to get on the schedule. Then I headed down to Virginia Tech for an event because our company sponsors one of the prizes. Counting for the award ceremony & dinner afterward, I got home about 9 pm. But it was a good day.Friday I spent time developing and documenting a manufacturing process for the targeting needle discussed, and proceed to build 40 of them in the afternoon myself.This coming week I need to spend more quality time in Solid Works as two customers expect detailed assembly drawings of what we are going to build for them.Note: Many readers may have seen this answer, but if not this one has photos of my office:What screams "I'm an engineer"?9/13/19 Edit: Yesterday I got to spend a day designing! Yea! It was a connector based on an existing design, but optimized to pass AMMI/EC-53 defibrillation testing.

If anyone wants to convince me that Shakespeare didn’t write the plays attributed to him, they’ll have to begin by persuading me that a number of things are likely:That someone else wrote them and was determined to remain anonymous not just during his (or her) own lifetime, but forever. Whoever wrote them must have known that they were good; it’s conceivable that the author had some reason for covering up his identity at the time (writers do sometimes use pseudonyms). But wouldn’t they have wanted posterity to know the truth? It seems to me massively unlikely that anyone would be so utterly self-effacing.The answer anti-Stratfordians give to this is that the author was an aristocrat, and that writing for the public stage would have been shameful. I’m aware of no evidence that this was how aristocrats felt. Indeed, there’s plenty of evidence to the contrary: Sir Thomas Sackville, a cousin of the Queen and later a baron and earl, co-authored ‘Gorboduc’, the first noteworthy Elizabethan tragedy. It was printed under his name in about 1570, evidently from a manuscript that he supplied. Two plays by William Cavendish, Earl of Newcastle, were presented at Blackfriars, London’s most popular theatre, in the early 1640s. Manuscripts, dated about 1600, survive of several dramas written by Lord William Percy, a younger son of the Earl of Northumberland, for production by the Children of Paul’s. So if these aristocrats were unashamed of writing for the public stage, why would the Earl of Oxford (or whichever candidate the anti-Stratfordians put forward) be ashamed?Even if we accept that he didn’t want to be disgraced by writing for the public stage, we’ve still got to accept that he nevertheless did so when there was no necessity. He could have written dramatic poems intended to be read but not acted (closet dramas) instead, or narrative poems.In any case, Shakespeare’s first published work wasn’t a play, but a poem, ‘Venus and Adonis’. It would have been perfectly proper for an aristocrat to publish a poem, even an erotic one, under his own name. Why would Oxford (or whoever) publish it under a heavily guarded pseudonym? Writing poems was a highly prized aristocratic accomplishment. Oxford wrote published poems under his own name; why would he publish others under a pseudonym?If a pseudonymous author wrote the plays and somehow persuaded Shakespeare (who almost everyone agrees was an actor and businessman) to pretend to have written them, how likely is it that he (Shakespeare) could have carried off the deception? During the rehearsal process numerous questions and requests for rewrites must have been directed at him. If he wasn’t the author, people would have noticed extremely quickly and word would have got around. The fact that he was a front man would have become public knowledge, and it’s very hard to believe that no record of this would survive.In the 1680s John Aubrey was collecting material for what was to become his ‘Brief Lives’. This was about 70 years after Shakespeare’s death, and people who knew people who’d known or worked with Shakespeare, or at least been part of the same milieu, were still alive. Aubrey was a great lover of gossip (as his brief biography of Shakespeare shows), yet there’s no suggestion that he heard the slightest hint of any whispers about the authorship.Why do conspiracy theorists concentrate on Shakespeare? We know far less about Thomas Heywood, but no one questions his authorship of his plays. Ben Jonson came from a much more humble background than Shakespeare, yet no one questions his authorship of his plays. What a massive coincidence - the one Elizabethan/Jacobean author who turns out to be a fraud was also the best, and possibly the best ever.We know frustratingly little about Shakespeare, but this is not evidence, let alone proof, that he didn’t write his plays. There are some puzzles about him (why was his younger daughter illiterate, for example), but again this proves absolutely nothing. Those who wish to doubt his authorship because of a few puzzles such as this one have to believe a large number of outrageously unlikely things to be true. Like all conspiracy theorists, their motivation is a desire to make themselves seem important and special by claiming to have access to arcane knowledge, rather than a desire for the truth.