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On the other side - Andrealphus

I have no idea who proposed it because sadly I can't find it (found you! Thanks for inspiration @\rae-pss!), but someone came up with an idea of what would happen if the characters from WHB started to realize that the MC was not us. That there is someone on the other side of the screen who takes care of them. I created a little silly fic loosely interpreting it.

Word count: 1284

Other parts: On the other side | Promised Land | Point to point | Love is blind (18+)

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Life is so repeatable. Work, eat, sleep, work, eat, sleep, work, eat, sleep, only with some little pleasures in between. You took off jacket, threw it away and plopped down at the chair. Old phone landed on a table as you were struggling with thoughts whether to eat instant noodles today or heat up yesterday's dinner.

"Come on, boys." You turn on game and tapped loading screen just from boredroom. "I don't have all evening."

You wanted to have a pet, you've considered it a lot. But with these earnings, the closest thing to an animal in this house were fish sticks. So all that had left to do was talk to fictional hot guys. At least they don't need to be feed.

When Andrea appeared on the display, you tapped on him with a smile.

"Hi, babygirl."

"Who’s there…?"

You've never seen this speech bubble before. Update? But nothing downloaded, and any additional files were in a queue. Well, maybe it was one of those little tweaks nobody notice. You tapped the screen about three hundred more times to see if there were any new voice lines, but this time everything was the same. Maybe it was just a combination of overactive imagination and tiredness. Yes. Instant noodles will be a better option, you will make them faster and go to bed faster.

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"…and then this stupid bitch said it was all my fault." 

Lying half on the chair, half on the desk, and half somewhere in between, you were chatting with a friend on Discord and doing tasks for nightmare pass.

"That sucks. What are you going to do about it?"

"No idea. But if they take my bonus because of her, I'll kill her, I swear."

"I hope everything will be fine, but I have to go. Sorry."

"Yeah… Have fun on a date."

"Thanks!"

Hearing the disconnection sound, you sighed. Obviously, you couldn't blame them, keeping fingers crossed that they had found their other half of orange, but now they didn't even have time to meet for coffee, and you lived three minutes' walk from each other. Talking together, joking together, everything faded into the background. In addition, work was getting worse...

"I also hope everything will work out"

The voice sounded different. Familiar. But they definitely weren't your friend. You quickly checked the screen to see if anyone had joined the voice chat, but the screen was blank.

"What… Who? How?" Of course, there was no one around the room. Is this the beginning of hallucinations?

"I'd like to ask this too."

The voice that came from the speakers. From the telephone. From...?

The phone screen showed only a familiar sprite turning its head from side to side.  You forgot about the strange update from a few days ago. Was that it again? Andrea's red braid was beautifully animated, and facial expressions changed, delicate movements of the eyebrows and lips showed new emotions. It really looked stunningly real.

"Gorgeous." You complimented in a whisper godly work of the animator. "I can't wait until you get L, since you already look so sexy as S..."

"What are S and L...?"

He answered without tapping. Moreover, he tilted his head as if listening. There's been a lot of talk about AI lately, but you didn't agree to use the microphone in game… Unless it's some stinky term of services. This needs to be turned off, it will probably be in the settings. But after checking options, there was nothing like that there.

"Strange…"

"Trust me, I find it unnatural too." Andrea replied with an uncertain smile. "I hear you, but I don't feel anyone around me. But your voice… It’s nice. Can you keep talking? It feels good to be less... alone."

He sounded so much in character. Whoever programmed this, put a lot of work into it. It was a little weird... but you were so tired and done that chatting with the AI seemed like a nice change.

"Sure. It's weird talking to the screen, but well, I do it all the time anyway. Good thing it’s only an AI, because if anyone heard half the nonsense I moan, they'd probably send me to solitary confinement."

"You're calling grown man babygirl."

"Because you are!"

He chuckled, and it felt almost like a talking to an actual human. Muttering such nonsense, you felt ashamed for a moment. If the government suddenly started eavesdropping, the agent who was in charge was such a poor man.

"Tell me something else." He asked. "I've been hearing your voice for several days. I'd like to finally know who I'm having the pleasure of talking with."

He didn't have to ask twice. Of course, without providing any personal details, but you could give him your name. And told about that stupid bitch at work...

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You checked tumblr, checked X, and checked the official website of the game. There was no word about an update anywhere, and after writing that this new option with talking to devils was great, all mutuals started to worry if everything was okay or asked how to unlock it. What were you supposed to tell them? That it just appeared?

What's worse, you started to treat Andrea like an ordinary person. A human being. Turning on the game during cleaning, cooking or making bed, talking to that little devil on the screen, and... listening to his stories. He spoke so beautifully. Talked about how he likes to spend his time (if not murdering angels), or what everyday life in Nilfheim is like. Sometimes he worried about the war, sometimes was happy when you stayed with him longer being off work.

"My blindness is truly a gift." He said one day with a dreamy smile.

"Why so?"

"In this daily hustle, if my eyes were still working properly, I certainly wouldn't be able to hear you, a small voice in my consciousness. I thought there was something wrong with me. But when I finally focused, you heard me too."

What he said was so similar to what you remembered about own feelings. Longing tightened your chest, longing for someone who didn't exist in this world, and that feeling turned into pain.

"I'm also glad we can hear from each other." Your voice changed noticeably. 

Andrea sensed it.

"Now that we've been able to talk, maybe one day we'll be able to touch each other?" He held his hand out in front of him, but you knew he couldn't pass through the screen. Still, you placed a finger where his hand was. Stupid mind was tricking you that you could feel his warmth. Tears came to your eyes.

"One day." You whispered with a trembling voice. "I don't know how, but one day we will."

"Do not cry, please. I don't want you to ever cry because of me.”

You tried to keep calm, but it was no use. Maybe one day, in another time, in another reality. Maybe it will work. No, it has to work. No matter how crazy others might think you were, this wasn't the world you were supposed to stay in. Your intended one waited patiently on the other side of the screen. You just didn't know how to do it. Not yet.

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Eric Sutherland Lomax was born on May 30th 1919 at Joppa, Edinburgh.

The only son of a General Post Office manager Eric was educated at the city’s Royal High School. Aged 16, he successfully entered a civil service competition for a Post Office job and moved up the grades rapidly, but with the outbreak of war joined the Supplementary Reserve of the Royal Corps of Signals which recruited men from the Post Office Telephones.

After intensive training he became a Second Lieutenant with the Royal Signals and was posted to the Far East. Captured in February 1942, following one of the worst defeats in the history of the British Army, the fall of Singapore, Lomax was one of 100,000 allied POWs sent to Changi, one of the most the notorious camps. Their treatment was harsh, fitting in with the belief held by the Japanese Imperial Army that those who had surrendered to it were guilty of dishonouring their country and family and deserved to be treated in no other way.

From there, Lomax was sent to the Thai town of Kanchanaburi, where he was set to work on the infamous railway, including the bridge, linking Bangkok to Rangoon in Burma. In all, about 61,000 Allied POWs (of which almost half were British) and 180,000 Asian labourers worked on the 258-mile stretch of line, but the harsh conditions and inhuman treatment took the lives of over 100,000 men.

In the face of malnutrition, illness and regular beatings, Lomax and other POWs built a radio with the hope of keeping up morale and finding out how the war was progressing. He also drew a detailed map of the camp’s surroundings which was to be used in an escape attempt. This, however, proved to be his downfall.

The discovery of the radio, on 29 August 1943, set off a sequence of terrible repercussions. Almost immediately two members of the radio group were arrested, nearly beaten to death, then transferred into the hands of the Kempeitai, the Japanese military police. Less than a month later, four further members of the group, including Lomax, were arrested and again beaten to within an inch of their lives.

“We survived but only just,” Lomax recalled. “I had both my arms broken.” He was later told by another POW that the rest of the camp had lain awake all night listening to the cries for mercy but could only pray for their survival.

On 25th September a further four officers were seized and of those, Captain Hawley and Lieutenant Armitage were beaten to death and their bodies thrown into a latrine. Because of his map, Lomax was subjected to a week of intolerable torture, including waterboarding. He was then transferred to the notorious Outram Road prison, where he was kept in solitary confinement and was convinced he would go insane, starve to death or die of disease. He survived by deliberately throwing himself down a flight of iron stairs in order to sustain injuries and be transferred to hospital. He feigned paralysis and got his wish.

When liberation and VJ-Day came in August 1945, Lomax felt unready to return to civilian life and signed on for another two years, becoming a Captain. He then entered the Colonial Service and was posted to Ghana in preparation for its independence in March 1957.

Lomax left the army in 1955 and studied personnel management, working initially with the Scottish Gas Board before securing an academic position at Strathclyde University. He retired in 1982.

Not surprisingly, Lomax was haunted for the rest of his life by his wartime ordeal, which resulted in the breakdown of his first marriage. Encouraged by his second wife, Patti, Lomax sought treatment, eventually becoming the first Second World War ex-serviceman to be accepted as a patient of the Medical Foundation for the Care of Victims of Torture.

Following years of counselling, Lomax’s intense hatred, particularly for the interpreter who had interrogated him while he was being tortured, became a remarkable journey of reconciliation outlined in The Railway Man, published in 1995. Unknown to Lomax, the interrogator, Takashi Nagase, had suffered agonies of guilt after the war and had dedicated his life to trying to make amends. He had also written a book about his experiences, Crosses and Tigers, and had financed a Buddhist temple at the bridge over the River Kwai by way of atonement.

In his book Lomax documents how he met Nagase on the bridge in 1993; the meeting was filmed for an award-winning documentary ? Lomax’s book won the 1996 NCR Book Award and the JR Ackerley prize for autobiography and was adapted for TV in 1995 as Prisoners in Time, starring John Hurt as Lomax.

In 2007 Nagase’s came to Britain and met Lomax. “Continuing to hate gets you nowhere,” Lomax said. “It just damages you as an individual. At some point, the hating has to stop.”

Eric died on ctober12th 2012 at Berwick upon Tweed, he was 93.

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Every year, I find myself up against the Tax Day deadline, hunting down paper forms and password-protected PDFs, disciplining piles of crumpled receipts, and getting all the fine-print arithmetic just right. This stress, like money, is distributed unevenly. The wealthy and their corporations operate not on the basis of a tax season but rather on a year-round minimization of liability, achieved by accountants, financial planners, and lobbyists. Meanwhile, low- and middle-income taxpayers count on their refunds, through the earned-income tax credit, to survive the months to come.

The Treasury Department collected $5.1 trillion in taxpayer dollars during the 2024 fiscal year—money that everyone has a different take on how to spend (Medicare and Social Security, education, scientific research, tanks and bombs, asphalt on the interstate, job training). But all that depends on a functional Internal Revenue Service, which Donald Trump and Elon Musk have targeted since January. Until recently, the I.R.S. had about ninety thousand employees to carry out tax collection and enforcement across the United States and its territories. That number is considerably smaller now, and will continue to shrink as Trump and Musk make cut after cut—and change the nature of the agency’s work. Last week, in a possibly unlawful move, the Administration announced that the I.R.S. would share confidential taxpayer information with the Department of Homeland Security, for the express purpose of arresting and deporting undocumented immigrants.

My conversations with workers inside the I.R.S. reveal an agency struggling to carry out its basic mission under the dual pressures of tax season and DOGE. This Administration’s policies, enacted in the name of so-called efficiency, could cost the Treasury more than two trillion dollars in lost revenues throughout the next decade. Federal employees are not used to being the protagonists of any story, especially a story as dreary as this. The willingness of one I.R.S. customer-service representative to be featured in today’s installment of my Deep State Diaries column indicates just how desperate conditions have become.

A week before Tax Day, Mike woke up at 4:30 A.M. and caught the train to Philadelphia just before six. The weather was brisk and sunny; from the window, the freeway traffic didn’t look bad yet. He wore his usual outfit: a Henley shirt, a light jacket, and slacks. He had two sandwiches for lunch. He carried his pocket radio, which was tuned to NPR’s “Morning Edition” on WHYY. “I’m definitely a creature of habit,” he said. Mike—whose real name has been withheld for privacy—has worked at the Internal Revenue Service for twenty years, currently as a customer-service representative. He is in his seventies and does not intend to retire.

The I.R.S. office in Philadelphia is situated in a grand, Art Deco-style federal building across from Thirtieth Street Station, along the Schuylkill River. Before President Donald Trump started his second term, the office employed around five thousand workers. Mike swiped through security, bought a coffee at the snack shop, and took the elevator up to his floor of padded cubicles. At his desk, he logged into his computer and put on a telephone headset, preparing for another day of what he called “the repetition—the same speech at the end of every call, the same speech during every call.” The I.R.S., which was created during Abraham Lincoln’s Presidency and sits in the Treasury Department, collected $5.1 trillion in the 2024 fiscal year—“nearly all the revenue that supports the federal government’s operations,” the agency wrote in its latest annual report. It runs a hotline, in English and in Spanish, with interpretation services available in more than three hundred and fifty additional languages.

It was peak tax season, which meant that Mike and other C.S.R.s in the building were on the phones more than usual. Thousands of representatives across the country handled tens of millions of calls, with an average wait time of just three minutes. “What’s your Social Security number? . . . Thank you. Hang on, please,” Mike began. “You got a letter from us. That letter is going to have a long number with some dashes or breaks. Can you give me that number, please?” In the cubicles all around him, his co-workers were taking similar calls, their voices forming a choir: “What’s your Social Security number?” “Address?” “Date of birth?” “Where were you born?” “Are you expecting a refund?”

If a taxpayer moves, sees a dramatic change in income, or is the victim of a scam, they might receive a letter asking them to contact the agency before their taxes are processed. Mike takes calls from taxpayers living abroad, taxpayers who have received notice of possible identity theft (the Taxpayer Protection Program), and taxpayers with random questions about their returns. Taxpayer-protection calls can last as long as half an hour, and Mike has verified the identities of people all over the world, from Texas to Egypt. One impatient caller went through the verification process, then asked why his account at irs.gov still reflected a protective hold. It takes time, Mike explained, for the data to go from “green characters on a black screen,” as it appeared on his computer, to an update online.

Lately, since Trump’s reëlection, Mike had been thinking a lot about racism and history. Where he lives, in the suburbs, most people are white (like him) and Republican (not like him). But the office, and Philadelphia in general, is largely Black. His dad, who was Jewish, had fought in the Second World War and faced discrimination in his own platoon. Mike came of age during the civil-rights movement. It was telling, he said, that Trump’s first campaign had “cast Barack Obama as an enemy” through the lie of birtherism. “That comes around to what we have today,” he added, “where half the country is just plain wrong and racist.” He believes that this prejudice is driving much of the Administration’s agenda, including its offensive against the I.R.S. and other government agencies. In 2024, nearly a fifth of federal workers were Black. “They’re perfectly happy to throw Black people out of work,” he said.

Four hundred employees in the Philadelphia office had been fired in February, a week after the “elation” of the Eagles winning the Super Bowl, Mike recalled. The several thousand workers who remained were being pushed to resign or retire, despite the crush of tax season. Flexible schedules were cancelled. Remote work would no longer be permitted. Trump did away with the civil-rights office, the union contract, and collective-bargaining rights. “There was anger, consternation on the floor,” Mike said. “Rage against the machine.”

A terse e-mail had arrived on April 4th, warning of a reduction in force “that will result in staffing cuts across multiple offices and job categories.” Nationally, the I.R.S.’s workforce of ninety thousand was expected to be halved. Employees were told to “upload a current resume to HRConnect”—their credentials would be scrutinized. C.S.R.s with even more seniority than Mike were having to market themselves like new college graduates. He helped a colleague dig up the résumé that she had used to apply to the I.R.S. It was another humiliation, not unlike the “five things you did last week” e-mail that Elon Musk and Russell Vought were requiring all federal employees to submit every Monday, or else.

Mike took that assignment literally, listing general tasks for each day of the week: “Taxpayer Protection Program line,” “international line,” “work and close cases.” “Our dear pal Elon Musk seems to push this idea that public-sector workers are lazy,” he said. “But we’re evaluated constantly. My calls are recorded. The adjustments I make are reviewed.” Systems analysts monitor what every C.S.R. is doing: the length of time they’ve been on a call, the length of time they’ve been between calls, the length of time they’ve been on break. “If you go over your fifteen-minute break, the managers start sending you e-mails,” Mike said. “There’s a lot of accountability. That’s O.K., because we’re getting paid to do a job. They have every right to know when we’re working.”

In the late morning, Mike attended a weekly meeting with the twenty or so C.S.R.s on his team. Their manager acknowledged that the agency was “understaffed and overworked.” She also stressed that it was not the time to slack off. The Philadelphia office had given each employee ninety minutes of “administrative time” to work on their résumés. “Do your hour and a half,” she told the team. She also addressed the impending return-to-office requirement. “In two weeks, everybody’s going to be in the building,” she said. “There is not enough parking, so it’s first come, first serve.” The C.S.R.s groaned. She also talked about the imminent reduction in force. “We don’t know who’s being RIF’d,” she said. “We don’t know how they’re doing it. . . . All I can do is tell you guys to just keep doing your best.”

Mike returned to the phones:

Can you tell me approximately how much you earned working for that particular employer? If you just go to our website, www.irs.gov, right on the left side, there’s a link that says, “Make a Payment”—fast and easy. Nine weeks to receive your refund, whether it’s issued as a direct deposit or a paper check. Did you have any dependents, and can you give me the name?

It all blurred together. “Same thing with variations all day long,” he said.

After college, Mike had briefly worked with adolescents in a psychiatric hospital. In his twenties, thirties, and forties, he was a railroad brakeman, a Radio Shack salesman, and a guitarist in rock and country bands. He applied for an I.R.S. job when he was in his fifties, after answering a personal ad and going on a date with a woman who worked there. “It didn’t turn into a relationship,” he said, but it did turn into a career. He was hired as a clerk, a literal paper pusher. He placed forms in file cabinets and opened envelopes that contained tax-return forms and paper checks. He reviewed original passports and birth and marriage certificates from foreign nationals who wanted to obtain a taxpayer I.D. number. He developed a basic faith in the premise of taxation. “I will say to people, ‘How much do you think it takes to get yourself a hundred and fifty fighter jets?’ What a criminal thing it is when people who are making tens of millions of dollars pay almost no tax.”

Now, as a C.S.R., he still “does paper”—the digital kind. When he wasn’t on the phone, he was examining the digitized 1040-X forms of taxpayers who had failed to report foreign assets (Section 21.8.1.28.1 of the Internal Revenue Manual). In one recent case, he made sure that a rare hundred-thousand-dollar “self-assessment,” or penalty, paid by a taxpayer with three dozen accounts in the Caribbean, was deposited in the right place. Normally, “I enjoy moving money from the taxpayer’s account to the U.S. Treasury,” he said. “But I feel no thrill today, knowing it’s going into the pockets of billionaires who finance politicians that are going to fire me in a few weeks.”

In the past, he had felt that, for most of the I.R.S., “things just keep working like they have been working all along.” Nothing at the C.S.R. level seemed to change “on the basis of who’s in the White House.” President Joe Biden had infused the agency with tens of billions of dollars under the Inflation Reduction Act, with the goal of improving customer service and tax enforcement, but Congress subsequently rescinded much of those funds.

On April 8th, the Treasury Department agreed to share private, individual taxpayer information with the Department of Homeland Security, in an effort to locate and arrest undocumented immigrants. In response, the acting head of the I.R.S., along with three other top officials—all Trump appointees—resigned. “We have always kept I.R.S. data, taxpayer data, strictly for use in processing tax returns,” Mike said. “Now we’re sharing immigrant identities. I think it’s atrocious.”

Mike wondered if the I.R.S. would continue to function. Trump’s cuts, in the name of so-called efficiency, might not affect collections or audits this month, but they are expected to cost more than two trillion dollars in federal revenues throughout the next decade. “Are they going to continue bringing the law to bear on wealthy people?” Mike said. “I don’t know. I haven’t got an answer.” He drew a contrast between figures like Trump and Musk and the ordinary, wage-earning rich. “If a heart surgeon makes five million bucks a year, he might pay a million and a half or two of it in federal taxes; or an officer in a large construction company who’s making three hundred or four hundred thousand a year and paying fifty or sixty thousand dollars in taxes. These are the folks really floating the boat, because they can’t hide their income.”

He had finished doing his own taxes in March, by hand. “I just clear a place on the table and get out my W-2s and 1099s and some blank forms,” he said. He had never used an accountant. He took annual training courses to stay up to date on tax procedures, and reviewed weekly alerts notifying him of changes to the law. “There’s a ton of information,” he said. “These folks who want to destroy the I.R.S.—they’re going to succeed, because it takes years to learn how to do this.” ♦

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LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

January 1, 2025

Heather Cox Richardson

Jan 01, 2025

Twenty-five years ago today, Americans—along with the rest of the world—woke up to a new century date…and to the discovery that the years of work computer programmers had put in to stop what was known as the Y2K bug from crashing airplanes, shutting down hospitals, and making payments systems inoperable had worked.

When programmers began their work with the first wave of commercial computers in the 1960s, computer memory was expensive, so they used a two-digit format for dates, using just the years in the century, rather than using the four digits that would be necessary otherwise—78, for example, rather than 1978. This worked fine until the century changed.

As the turn of the twenty-first century approached, computer engineers realized that computers might interpret 00 as 1900 rather than 2000 or fail to recognize it at all, causing programs that, by then, handled routine maintenance, safety checks, transportation, finance, and so on, to fail. According to scholar Olivia Bosch, governments recognized that government services, as well as security and the law, could be disrupted by the glitch. They knew that the public must have confidence that world systems would survive, and the United States and the United Kingdom, where at the time computers were more widespread than they were elsewhere, emphasized transparency about how governments, companies, and programmers were handling the problem. They backed the World Bank and the United Nations in their work to help developing countries fix their own Y2K issues.

Meanwhile, people who were already worried about the coming of a new century began to fear that the end of the world was coming. In late 1996, evangelical Christian believers saw the Virgin Mary in the windows of an office building near Clearwater, Florida, and some thought the image was a sign of the end times. Leaders fed that fear, some appearing to hope that the secular government they hated would fall, some appreciating the profit to be made from their warnings. Popular televangelist Pat Robertson ran headlines like “The Year 2000—A Date with Disaster.”

Fears reached far beyond the evangelical community. Newspaper tabloids ran headlines that convinced some worried people to start stockpiling food and preparing for societal collapse: “JANUARY 1, 2000: THE DAY THE EARTH WILL STAND STILL!” one tabloid read. “ALL BANKS WILL FAIL. FOOD SUPPLIES WILL BE DEPLETED! ELECTRICITY WILL BE CUT OFF! THE STOCK MARKET WILL CRASH! VEHICLES USING COMPUTER CHIPS WILL STOP DEAD! TELEPHONES WILL CEASE TO FUNCTION! DOMINO EFFECT WILL CAUSE A WORLDWIDE DEPRESSION!”

In fact, the fix turned out to be simple—programmers developed updated systems that recognized a four-digit date—but implementing it meant that hardware and software had to be adjusted to become Y2K compliant, and they had to be ready by midnight on December 31, 1999. Technology teams worked for years, racing to meet the deadline at a cost that researchers estimate to have been $300–$600 billion. The head of the Federal Aviation Administration at the time, Jane Garvey, told NPR in 1998 that the air traffic control system had twenty-three million lines of code that had to be fixed.

President Bill Clinton’s 1999 budget had described fixing the Y2K bug as “the single largest technology management challenge in history,” but on December 14 of that year, President Bill Clinton announced that according to the Office of Management and Budget, 99.9% of the government's mission-critical computer systems were ready for 2000. In May 1997, only 21% had been ready. “[W]e have done our job, we have met the deadline, and we have done it well below cost projections,” Clinton said.

Indeed, the fix worked. Despite the dark warnings, the programmers had done their job, and the clocks changed with little disruption. “2000,” the Wilmington, Delaware, News Journal’s headline read. “World rejoices; Y2K bug is quiet.”

Crises get a lot of attention, but the quiet work of fixing them gets less. And if that work ends the crisis that got all the attention, the success itself makes people think there was never a crisis to begin with. In the aftermath of the Y2K problem, people began to treat it as a joke, but as technology forecaster Paul Saffo emphasized, “The Y2K crisis didn’t happen precisely because people started preparing for it over a decade in advance. And the general public who was busy stocking up on supplies and stuff just didn’t have a sense that the programmers were on the job.”

As of midnight last night, a five-year contract ended that had allowed Russia to export natural gas to Europe by way of a pipeline running through Ukraine. Ukraine president Volodymyr Zelensky warned that he would not renew the contract, which permitted more than $6 billion a year to flow to cash-strapped Russia. European governments said they had plenty of time to prepare and that they have found alternative sources to meet the needs of their people.

Today, President Joe Biden issued a statement marking the day that the new, lower cap on seniors’ out-of-pocket spending on prescription drugs goes into effect. The Inflation Reduction Act, negotiated over two years and passed with Democratic votes alone, enabled the government to negotiate with pharmaceutical companies over drug prices and phased in out-of-pocket spending caps for seniors. In 2024 the cap was $3,400; it’s now $2,000.

As we launch ourselves into 2025, one of the key issues of the new year will be whether Americans care that the U.S. government does the hard, slow work of governing and, if it does, who benefits.

Happy New Year, everyone.

LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

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In our increasingly globalized world, effective communication across language barriers is more important than ever. Whether for business, healthcare, or personal reasons, over-the-phone interpreters (OPI) play a crucial role in facilitating clear and accurate communication. But how do you ensure that you’re making the most out of this valuable resource? Here, we’ll delve into some practical and insightful tips for working effectively with an over-the-phone interpreter.

Understanding Over-the-Phone Interpretation

What is Over-the-Phone Interpretation?

Phone interpretation is a service that connects individuals speaking different languages through a three-way phone call, with an interpreter facilitating the conversation. This method is especially useful when immediate, on-the-spot interpretation is needed, making it a flexible and accessible option for many scenarios.

Key Scenarios for Over-the-Phone Interpretation

Over-the-phone interpretation is widely used in various situations, including:

Medical Consultations: Ensuring patients understand medical advice.

Customer Service: Assisting non-native speakers with product or service inquiries.

Legal Matters: Facilitating communication in legal settings where immediate interpretation is required. Read More:-https://metaphrasislcs.com/helpful-tips-for-working-with-an-over-the-phone-interpreter/

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From the front page of the Winnipeg Tribune, May 15, 1919, the first day of the Winnipeg General Strike, 105 years ago today

"The Strike in a Nutshell

The Cause The Main issue is the refusal of three iron works to recognize the Metal Trades council. The refusal union labour interprets as a challenge to its right to collective bargaining.

The Effect Between 25,000 and 27,000 union workers are on strike in sympathy with metal and building trades workers: industry in the city is paralyzed and every person in the community is put to inconvenience.

Strike Features Policemen, although they voted to strike, remain on duty on instructions from strike committee to preserve order. City is assured of water supply, as committee promises to keep 30-pound pressure in mains. Fire department is manned by volunteers, mostly fire insurance men; striking firemen agree to attend all fires to save lives. Telephone service to cease at 7:30 Friday morning, when operators strike. War veterans meet at Board of Trade building tonight to organize for service in case of violence. Street car men completed the trips they were on when 11 o'clock struck, then took cars to barns. Post office closed. Assistant Postmaster T.T. Bower warns public that no mail service of any kind can be expected until the strike is over, and asks no letters be mailed. Orderliness and quiet marks all developments of the strike. All negotiations are off. Affairs of the strikers are in hands of central strike committee. Winnipeg homes are well provisioned in anticipation of a long strike. Most of the stores, including the big department stores, remain open."

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Give it up for the medical interpreters who worked tirelessly during the height of the pandemic to provide proper healthcare services to patients and their families in foreign countries.

Give it up for the telephonic and video interpreters who are always fighting for better wages when companies want to pay us far below market rate for the profession.

Give it up for the interpreters who help immigrants with basic services: utilities, insurance, banking, and more.