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WBJEE counselling procedure is very much similar to the counselling procedure adopted in JEE MAINS. After obtaining a rank in the exam interested candidates will be required to generate username and password and will have to pay the registration fee. This registration fee will be non-refundable,which is around 500. After registration candidates will be required to fill their choices online through the website. After declaration of round 1 result a candidate will be left with 3 choices. 1- accept the seat and take admission in the allocated seat.2- consider the candidate for up-gradation to higher filled choices.3- surrender the seat and pull out yourself from the counselling procedure.candidates will have to report to the reporting center within the specified period of time and will have to submit their choices failing to do so in round 1 will automatically remove you from further consideration and you will loose your seat. For choices 1 & 2, candidates will have to pay seat acceptance fee which will be returned in further rounds if you opt for choice 3( but will have to report to the reporting center,otherwise the candidate will not be able to claim it).This procedure will be repeated for three rounds and extra rounds can be introduced if the counselling team feels the necessity of it.In last round you will be forced to either accept the allocated seat or surrender your seat.

Even before the series of embarrassing incidents that have since come to light in the news, the morale in the U.S. Secret Service agent corps was very low.  The management rarely led by example;  Supervisors were authorized to stand post, to assist with protection assignments and conduct investigations... They never would.  In addition, the bureaucratic paperwork was overwhelming;  form after form after form was expected to be filled out for the most mundane things.... I had a fellow agent who printed up the "TPS Cover Sheet" PDF Form that he found online (the one popularized in the film "Office Space") and would turn it in with every document that was required.  That's what it felt like... Documents that were sent in were required to have three, sometimes four, copies.  If you had receipts for something, those were required to be taped down onto a clean piece of paper individually, and then have additional copies made.... You can imagine how long this would take when an agent who was out on the road for two or three weeks during the campaign (which was a very normal rotation) had returned with three straight weeks of hours worked.....  Keep in mind, agents weren't billing by the hour;  they were already paid.  This was just monotonous documentation to see how many hours were being used in an agents life.  Ultimately, that information would go to management and they would use it to squeeze more work time out of an already-exhausted employee.  After Colombia, the agency started to "crack down".  More paperwork, more documentation.  Agents I know have told me that the agency has since started an "Office of Integrity" to police employees who are staying out too late on a road trip or filling out their paperwork improperly.... So you can add "paranoia" to the other issues, I suppose.      

I have collected a nested set of leftover plastic lids in one of my kitchen drawers. The largest one was saved from one of those 32 ounce containers of cashews. Or mixed nuts. No matter, as it’s a big lid of about 4.25 inches or 11 cm, and is a perfect size for a burger that shrinks to fit the usual burger bun. The smaller lids are for the occasions I’m feelin’ kitchen frisky and step up to the extra time to make baby burgers or sliders as named by some folks. Who needs a burger press when you can virtuously up-cycle a plastic lid?Now I betcha you’re wondering how a lid is going to work without making a mess. Most of the time I’m making burgers ahead and freezing them because I’m processing a grocery deal on bulk ground beef. Fix it and freeze it!The burger mixture is divided usually into “quarter pounders” or 5 parts from a pound if I’m stretching the meat. 8 parts if I’m heading toward baby burgers. A square of clear wrap near 3x’s the lid width is nested into the lid. The pressed ball of ground meat is then flattened firmly into the lid to fill out to the edges and a small indentation is pressed at center for less swelling later during grilling. Sometimes I need to add a little or take a little of the mix if the lid, also functioning as a measure, shows the ground meat portion isn’t quite sufficient or too much. A quick yank on the edges of the wrap pulls the new patty out of the lid form leaving no mess behind. The excess wrap is then folded over the top and smoothed to cover, then placed on a cookie sheet to freeze hard. Later, the individually wrapped patties are stacked into a labeled ’n dated freezer zip bag and tucked into our chest freezer.The patties are near perfect in a round, but, more importantly, they’re very even in thickness meaning they’ll cook for the same amount of time. Hard-pressed to about 1/2 inch, deeply chilled or frozen, they hold together well and end up with the crispy edges I love. Bon appetit!

Around 1993 or 1994, I was working at a community clinic, which is basically slave labor for trainees / interns. Little to no pay, but you get supervision and rack up a lot of hours quickly. Mental Health Services were on the 4th floor, and regular health services were on the 3rd floor, and we’d get a fair number of referrals from the health clinic. A lot of drug users and alcoholics, cases of abuse, runaway teenagers, and so forth. If you were one of the on-call trainee / interns, you handled the walk-ins and referrals as they came, so you never really knew who or what was going to walk in that door.I had a walk-in one afternoon, and this guy could have been my youngest brother’s twin. I did a double-take when he came in the door, holding his referral slip from downstairs in his hand. He told me his name, it was the same name as my brother. So that was a little unsettling. He filled out his paperwork slowly, distractedly but only got about halfway through it and then came back to the counter and asked if it was necessary to finish the whole form, or could he do it later, or while we talked? Sure, that was not a problem, so I led him to one of the session rooms. He sat down and handed me his form, half filled out. I looked it over; his handwriting was neat and legible, so apparently not a drug addict or alcoholic. No spelling errors, he had the day and date correct, so no cognitive issues, at least not yet. He was dressed casually but appropriate. Typical 19 or 20 year old kid, damn if he didn’t look just like my little brother. And the same name, too.I was still scanning over his paperwork, and was just about to ask him what brings him here today, and how can we help him, when my eyes hit on the point at which he had stopped filling out the form. He had only just now come from getting the results of his blood test: positive for HIV.I didn’t need to ask what brought him here today.There sat my little brother’s double, across from me, barely 19 or 20 years old, looking me straight in the face, white as a sheet, and incredibly sad and terrified at the same time and begging for someone to do something to make this go away and not be real, to turn the clock back one hour, one week, one month and change everything. What can you possibly say in a moment like this? “How can I help you?” That falls so far short of what is wanted and needed.In all honesty, I can’t remember how the rest of that hour went. I vaguely recall setting up some plans with him to follow up with the health clinic, keep his next appointment, talking about next steps, etc. Filling out the rest of his paperwork with him, and writing some action items down for him. At one point while we were doing this, he looked up at me and in a small voice, barely above a whisper, said, “I don’t want to die.”What do you say? What words can possibly be helpful? Rather lamely, I answered, “I know.” Then the dam burst. This was going to kill his mother. He had been kicked out of his house when his parents discovered he was gay; he had been living on the streets; gay for pay to be able to eat and pay rent; but he had recently found a full-time job, and a decent apartment, and had started to patch things up with his parents (through his sister, with whom he had stayed in touch). It had looked as if a reconciliation might be possible. And now this…What can you say? I don’t remember the rest of the session. What I remember is the look in his eyes when my little brother’s double told me he didn’t want to die. I can still see that and hear him saying it. After that, the rest of it is a blank.That was the hardest hour I had with a client.

I will share two stories:When I was 5 I made a new friend, Evan. Evan and I played each day in my room. My mom and her boyfriend were not concerned about my “imaginary” friend, until they started seeing him. They would see him standing near our bathroom or in their bedroom sometimes. Once, my mom’s boyfriend literally ran out the bedroom and refused to sleep there. They thought switching rooms would help.One day, As Evan and I were playing, he became upset and hit me. My mom called a Reverend and his wife who were close friends of my family. They came over and brought others, but I don’t remember how many. When his wife entered our apartment, she went straight to my bedroom and walked over to a net that held my stuffed animals. She pointed at my favorite stuffed Barney and said “This one, he’s attached himself to this one”.Next, Reverend, his wife, and the others formed a circle around me in our living room. They were praying and speaking in “tongues”. This is what I remember the most: I was terrified, confused and crying. I remember them being so much bigger than I. I didn’t understand why Evan was bad and I certainly didn’t understand what they were doing.After their prayers, the Reverend told my mom that we mustn’t speak of him. He also told her that we would be getting a lot of company over the next few days. I remember getting MANY visitors. My mother would only let them in if they agreed to let her put a cross on their foreheads with oil, I think. There were also crosses on the door to enter the apartment. Later, she told me that she was instructed to annoint everyone because Evan would be trying to get back in “on the backs” of our visitors.She never let me talk about him after that. It’s funny because I remember him. He was a small boy, around my age. He had dark blonde hair, he wore a white collared shirt and white shorts. He was a kind boy, a fun playmate. Perhaps we had a disagreement about my toys like many children do. He was real to me even though his memory fades as I age. It’s insane to me until this day that he wasn’t “real”.That particular complex had some strange happenings from what I can recall. I had some very vivid nightmares during our time there, and even though I was quite young, I still remember them very well.There was a woman across the hall that would always come to my mom’s house and as I eavesdropped, I overheard the woman say that something was attacking her and her son. A lot of the people there gossiped about the complex being haunted.I have another memory of talking to another boy in the hall of the complex, he was older. He said something funny or I think he did because I remember we laughed. He walked away from me toward an elderly woman’s apartment who was one of the residents on our floor, Maggie. When I turned to say goodbye, he was gone. I had never seen him on our floor, my mom was friends with literally everyone on our floor (there were only 4 apartments). I do not know if the boy was “real” or not.I also heard years later that the residential manager said that the complex was built over a former cemetery. I do not know if there is any truth to this, I have not looked into it. If I can confirm that it is in fact true, I will update this post.————————STORY #2———————-I have an aunt and uncle who are very close in age to my brothers and I so we all grew up together. We all shared this weird experience while having nightmares. My aunt called them “Hanks”. The hanks were malevolent entities that we could not see, but they would attack us and grab and squeeze our sides. The sensation that was felt when they would grab our sides is similar to what it feels like when you’ve hit your “funny bone”. The feeling was deeper and more intense though, an uncomfortable feeling…like they were digging.When I got older, I started searching the Web for similar experiences with no luck initially. Finally, I came across a term: “haint” which are spirits that are unable to find peace. So, obviously I realized they weren’t called “Hanks”. It’s just odd because my aunt never told us how she learned that word. Even today, she has never said how she knew that, even though she was mispronouncing the word.I still have nightmares about the Hanks (I still call them this). Now, they appear to me as people. When I was a teenager, I was convinced that they were grabbing my sides because that was the easiest way to get to my soul. Now that seems so absurd but, after having so many nightmares about them over the years and considering the emptiness I have experienced over the years, I wonder if they haven’t been taking it piece by piece all of this time. This experience is recurring so, I’ve learned to wake myself up when it happens. Sometimes I can’t, so I close my eyes and pray to whomever is listening to wake me up.

Caution: Lengthy answer ahead:I was lucky enough to be selected by Indigo (a major low cost carrier in India) as a junior first officer in August 2017 after clearing about 5 rounds worth of their selection process. Now, the exact and rounds process may vary from airline to airline but the essence is the same throughout the industry. Now remember that the process that I'll describe is for a fresher in the industry, i.e. Non Type Rated CPL holder. If you're an experienced pilot with lots of hours, the process may be different for you. I'll elaborate on indigo's process and provide details about other airlines' process too wherever I can.Round 1 - Technical written examThis is the first round for almost all airlines' selection process in India. There are 120 odd multiple choice questions based on topics like aerodynamics, jet engines, performance, meteorology, air navigation, regulations , etc etc. Though the questions are multiple choice, they're not objective questions. Some of them (numericals) need to be calculated and marked accordingly.Indigo's first round was on pen and paper with an OMR sheet being provided. It was the same with Vistara, a full service airline in India. Spicejet (another low cost carrier) had this round on computer screens.Round 2 & 3 - CASS and PsychometryCASS, in my opinion, is a test of your presence of mind, multi tasking skills, and stress management. You'll be in a room with 5 computer screens. 3 of them will be in front of you, combined, and 1 each on either side. On the 3 screens in front, you'll be playing (almost) a computer game on which you'll be flying an aircraft with the help of a joystick. No technicalities, it's pretty easy to handle. You'll be following instructions which will be given to you through headsets. At the same time, you'll be solving some problems on the screens to your left and right. Problems based on mental math, memory, logical reasoning etc. You'll also be given a 4 digit pin to remember right at the beginning of the session, and you'll be asked questions about the pin (sum of digits etc) during your session. You'll also have to look out for traffic, follow instructions, and fly the aircraft safely while doing all this. The entire session lasts for about an hour.After the session is over, you'll have a debrief in which you'll be asked to rate your performance, tell them about what went wrong, why it went wrong, and what you could've done to do things better.A few days after CASS (can be done before as well) you'll have to fill out an online psychometric form. 160 odd questions to get to know you better. Then you'll have a Skype interview with a psychologist (I think) from the UK and this will last for about 50–60 minutes where you'll have to open up and be completely honest about the questions they ask you. Some of the questions could be based on the psychometric form you filled out so make sure you fill it yourself and you fill it honestly. There are no right or wrong answers. It's just to know you as a person.Other airlines may conduct a COMPASS test which is also to check your multi tasking skills and stress management abilities.Round 4 & 5 - Group activity and Personal Interview (GA/PI)Congratulations on getting this far. Last few steps now.You could have your GA and PI on the same day or consecutive days. In the group activity, you'll be put in a room with 4 other people and 3–4 moderators who'll be judging you. Now remember, it's a group activity, not a group discussion. So you 5 will be given a scenario on which you all have to work together. Showcase your leadership skills here but do not be overly dominant. Work as a team. Work the problem. If you're not able to, tell the moderators at the end of the activity what didn't work and why it didn't work. The session lasts for about 30 minutes.The personal interview. This is your chance to leave a last impression on the panel. The interview is a mix of technical and HR. On the panel will normally be a couple of senior captains and one person from the HR department. That doesn't mean that the captains can't ask you HR based questions. You require adequate technical knowledge and a good personality with confidence and passion to clear this round. Do not, for one second, think that you can fool the panel in any way. They're probably in this industry since before you were born. They will catch you.Get one more thing straight - knowing the A-Z of Aviation will not get you a job. Even if you know the A-J, but have a willingness to learn, a positive attitude, and you're ready to accept when you're wrong and not argue unnecessarily, you'll make the cut. Smile, be confident, be courteous, and think twice before you speak. You'll not get this opportunity again for a long time.The interview could last anywhere between 10 minutes to an hour. Don't judge the interview based on how long it lasted. My interview lasted for 50 minutes. My friend's lasted for 10. We both cleared.The results are declared within 10 odd days via email.I hope I've been of some help. Feel free to ask me anything else related to the selection process and I'll be happy to help.Good luck and happy landings! :)

I am qualified to answer this:You are no doubt a manager and love, I mean adore, no worship XL. Right?And there is no greater pleasure than wasting someones time with filling in meaningless info day in, day out, day in, day out, day in, day out day in day out dayin dayout dayindayoutdayindayfuckingout.And that is because managers are not programmers. They think that people come to work to do battle with colleagues. Most programmers have entire other ideas. They work to do battle with competition. They make stuff. They invent easier ways to avoid having to repeat themselves. In one word, they are different human breed. Unlike managers who think the pinnacle of control is that everyone fills in endless paper lists and sheets with useless facts.If the above sounds like a rant… it is.So how to solve it. Begin to think like a programmer. It is refreshing. So rather than instantly grab your XL.. have one of them write a little program that sits in the top of the screen and ticks away time. A few select buttons allow for selecting how the next time will be spend and on which project. And that makes it possible to do the entire fill in procedure with just a few clicks each day. And it gets better. Rather than you having to spend 4 days on compiling some total sheet, you just ask the database to do that for you… and suddenly you have 3.9 days left to do other stuff.Oh.. just in case you wonder why the anger… I spend four weeks writing a program to eliminate 32000 entries. By hand. Each a name or email number that is case sensitive. In 5 different systems. That be about half a million keystrokes. All of which have to be flawless or it will cost the company about 3k dollar to replace a device. They original planned to hire ten or so Indians to hammer it in and managers to check it was all ok.So, app done, we now use scanners. Client elated. Operators in heaven. Congrats from CEO. Guess what low level manager in charge instantly added, for no special reason as to be in control? Yup .. an XL spreadsheet where people have to sign off that they scanned each item. As if maaybe, maybe the computer is not smart enough to tell if something is missing.Managers… weird people really.

Great answers by Dick Karp and David LaSpina.I can only add my two cents of knowledge to their insights.The first thing: citizenship and naturalization are two different matters.You can only get citizenship if you were born from Japanese parents, AND being registered within 3 months with your local Japanese consulate.AND when you signNow 20 years old, it's mandatory you choose whether lose your local citizenship or your Japanese citizenship.Should you not make a move, you lose your Japanese one by default.On the other hand, you might be naturalised Japanese (i.e.: become a non-born Japanese with a permanent visa) if all these criteria are met:- you're living for at least 5 years in Japan- you're at least 20 years old- you can read, write and speak Japanese fluently- you are willing to go through writing exams and interview processes- you have professional skills and $ to support yourselfEvery case is examined and weighed individually. Say, if one of your parents is Japanese (Japanese-born), the Ministry of Justice may wave the age and residence requirements. But again: it is a case-by-case process.Sources:Japanese nationality lawI want to become a Japanese nationalMany angles to acquiring Japanese citizenship | The Japan TimesAlso, I went myself to my local Japan consulate and talked with them.

My first child was born fairly uneventfully even though the hospital was a long drive away and after the doctor said we barely made it in time. The second had to be induced, they said my amniotic fluid was leaking. When they broke my water he climbed up. I mean up under my ribcage! My stomach was flat! I had to sit up and arch my back to breathe. As my labor progressed he continued to fight his way up. With every contaction I pushed him down and he climbed back up. The nurse and doctor acted like this was my fault. The nurse started screaming and yelling at me even though I was being calm and quiet. She said I thought you wanted this baby and he's going to die. She did this over and over. I turned to the nice nurse that had been with me before this one got there. I asked is he ok and she nodded yes. That's when I told the crazy one she had to leave. That made the doctor furious! He stomped away saying now you have sent the best nurse away. She may have been the head nurse but certainly not the best! When the doctor stomped off my son was crowning, my husband ran to the foot of the bed. The doctor came back just in time to catch him. We left the hospital hours after that birth. I have never seen my husband so mad. He wanted to have a word with that doctor but he couldn't be found.We decided to have our next child at another hospital. The story was the complete opposite but hilarious. I was up in the middle of the night alone with my hyperactive toddler in the living room. He was wreaking the place but my stomach was really hurting so I just watched mostly. I had finally got him down to sleep and then my water broke. This had never happened before, they had to break my water with the others. I woke my husband after I showered, changed and began cleaning up. He ended up standing in the doorway yelling we have to go! Meantime I am still sitting during contractions and cleaning in between. On the way I tell him I have to throw,up he pulls over to a closed store but I refuse to throw up in someones parking lot. We got to the emergency room and left our toddler and almost fourteen year old in the car just until my husband could leave me. While we were doing paperwork I excused myself to go to the restroom. While I was there a contraction hit that was so strong I literally couldn't move and it didn't pass. My husband had decided he should check on me. As he came in a security gaurd showed up to find out why he was going into the ladies room. Hubby asked if I was ok, all I could manage was a weak noooo while I was still frozen there. I finally managed to lean forward and unlock the door as I fell. At this point everyone but me is yelling for anything with wheels to get me to delivery. We got to delivery and it was like there was a party in there. There must have been fifteen nurses in there. They said this was the most exciting thing going on that night. My son was born about 10 minutes later. That's when we were able to get the other kids out of the car. I noticed that the white part of my baby's eyes were blood red. My doctor said that he had pushed so hard to get out that he had ruptured blood vessels in his eyes. Luckily this was a minor condition that cleared on it's own. I am still thankful for everyone who was so nice and took such good care of us that night.I learned somethings that night. First, in labor you are not thinking clearly and may not have as much time as you think you do. Second, never go to the bathroom unattended when you are in labor. I am just glad they are all healthy and I don't have to tell my son he was born in the bathroom.

An accounting worksheet is a spreadsheet used to prepare accounting information and reports. Accounting worksheets are most often used in the accounting cycle process to draft an unadjusted trial balance, adjusting journal entries, adjusted trial balance, and financial statements.

The workbook is the entire book, while the worksheet is a single page within that book. A workbook can contain, at minimum, one worksheet, and up to a very large number of worksheets that is only limited by the available memory on your computer. Worksheets can be added, deleted or renamed within the workbook.

A worksheet or sheet is a single page in a file created with an electronic spreadsheet program such as Microsoft Excel or Google Sheets. A workbook is the name given to an Excel file and contains one or more worksheets.

An accounting worksheet is a tool used to help bookkeepers and accountants complete the accounting cycle and prepare year-end reports like unadjusted trial balances, adjusting journal entries, adjusted trial balances, and financial statements.

Updated: 05/13/2019 by Computer Hope. A spreadsheet or worksheet is a file made of rows and columns that help sort data, arrange data easily, and calculate numerical data. What makes a spreadsheet software program unique is its ability to calculate values using mathematical formulas and the data in cells.