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[shalome7]

REDX Consultant & Security Training Services.

REDX Consultant & Security Training Services.

REDX Consultant And Security Training Services Are You Interested In Becoming A Security Guard? Or Are You Already A Security Guard But Do Not Have Your PSRA Certificate? Contact REDX Consultant & Security Training Services. We Offer Online And Offline Training. REQUIREMENTS FOR REGISTRATION: – –>Photocopy Of Your Jamaican ID, TRN & Birth Certificate —>Participants Must Be Able To Read And…

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[shalome7]

Are You Interested In Becoming A Security Guard? Or Are You Already A Security Guard But Do Not Have Your PSRA Certificate? Contact REDX Consultant & Security Training Services. We Offer Online And Offline Training. REQUIREMENTS FOR REGISTRATION: --->Photocopy Of Your Jamaican ID, TRN & Birth Certificate --->Participants Must Be Able To Read And Write --->Participants Must Have A Clean Police Record. You Will Receive Your PSRA Certificate Same-day After Completion. (*Conditions Apply) Length Of Training: 10 Days Please Use The WhatsApp Link Below To Contact Us For More Information. https://chat.whatsapp.com/Dbgo2lbhyZI9kdOlbwLwRo REDX SECURITY TRAINING #SecurityGuard #SecurityOfficer #SecurityTraining #Security #Psra #PsraCertification #SecurityLicense #SecurityLicenseTraining #RedxSecurity #MVHPromotions #AdvertiseWithMe https://www.instagram.com/p/CQ64Xhwh2Z3/?utm_medium=tumblr

[andrescarazo]

2nd Manny Flick in the books on a beautiful Sunday on the Schuylkill! Great rowing by high school and middle school rowers on fairly fast conditions and under social distance measures! Had the chance to referee on the water in the morning and work in the finish line tower in the afternoon! Great time was had by all participants! Scholastic rowing season is off to a good start #usrowing #philadelphiacityrowing #philadelphiascholasticrowingassociation #PSRA #phillyrowing #PCR #mannyflicks #rowingrelated #schuylkillnavy #jlracing #jlracingphilly #aviron #highschoolrowing #sweeprowing #sculling #middleschoolrowing #remo (at Schuylkill River Race Course) https://www.instagram.com/p/CN2WfTbl2td/?igshid=1nduqup25qkvv

[ishe3o]

Yesterday gig was about High Quality #Medication #Reconciliation . How to make it effective and consistent, what are the barriers we faced and how to overcome them, moreover... an updated form "MedRec list", new interview card and an enhanced process flow map "MedRec Tools". A policy update is due especially after moving from the old #PSRA to the new #ROP. A 5-steps process #TJC #JCI is more us that a 3-steps process #ACI . Our approach is a little more retrospective than a prospective one though. Anyhow, I would like apologize for our new colleagues in the pharmacy; maybe that wasn't your need, I am arranging a whole new training program for you... #HQ #MedRec #Pharmacy #HospitalPharmacist #Pharmacist #PatientSafety #Quality #Accreditation #CPPS (at Kuwait Cancer Control Center KCCC) https://www.instagram.com/p/BwR5c1TFQMZ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=b0kqds1wh64x

[tekmodetech]

Fighting regulation: Private schools stage strike against PSRA

Fighting regulation: Private schools stage strike against PSRA

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Fighting regulation: Private schools stage strike against PSRA  The Express Tribune

Private schools protest fee rules, other issues  The News International (blog)

Protest rally against private school owners  Pakistan Observer

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[luna-crow]

The Banshee’s Wail || OPEN

Luna ran her hands against the gown in her lap, the expensive silk running through her fingers like butter. The silk was a deep burgundy, reminiscent of the peonies growing in Crow Manor’s garden and one of Luna’s favorite colors. Her fingers lingered on a panel along the shoulder of the garment, small, precise and skilled stitches hiding the jagged rip that had been there.  Gone was the smell of sweat and the dark spatters of mud, the dress now smelling faintly of lavender. It seemed strange that the damage could be so easily undone, a mere needle and thread mending the damage done to the beautiful garment.

3 Months earlier 

The morale amongst the city fae had dwindled, the plague seeming to wipe away the happiness and life from the once bustling territories. Now all who could stayed inside, the stench of the dead still lingering in the city air. Wagons went to and fro from the mass graves that had been dug in the Wildlands, carrying plague victims. Only the rich had proper burials, buried in golden caskets, swathed in silks and adorned with jewels. The impoverished were buried in mass graves. The sound of the death cart’s wheels against the cobblestone streets now held dread for the city fae.

The plague’s destruction had been swift, taking out 1/3 of the Unseelie knights. Crime had risen since it had begun, the lack of authority’s presence had lulled the city’s criminals into a sense of security. Nobles were easy targets for thieves.

As her gilded carriage made it’s way back to the castle, Luna eased off her shoes and arched her aching feet. The heels of the shoes pinched when she danced. But, she’d hardly noticed it the whole night, to caught up in the party. But now, sitting in the carriage, Luna could feel the dull throb of her feet and the blisters beginning to form.

There was something eery about the city after dark, the streets pitch dark except for the few streetlights dotting the roads. Unlike a human city, the flickering flames within each streetlight were conjured with glamour, glowing more vibrantly than a real flame. But, still it was no match for the darkness, which seemed to settle over Belladonna like a heavy blanket.

It was only when the carriage was surrounded, the scant light flickering over the outlines of multiple figures on either side of the carriage that Luna noticed them advancing. It wasn’t until a palm smacked against the glass window that Luna began to scream.

It was a haze of voices and movement, Luna not sure how she got from outside the carriage out onto the streets. All  that she knew was that she was barefoot, the burgundy silk of her dress ripped at the shoulder. Hands reached out towards her, snatching at her finery. Her pearl necklace burst as someone ripped it from her neck, plump beads rolling onto the cobblestone. The robbers dove for the precious pearls, giving Luna the distraction she needed to flee. She could hear the carriage drivers screams as she fled.

Her hair had begun to escape her coif in the struggle, tendrils of hair sticking to the sweat on her forehead. Luna tore blindly through the night, only knowing she wanted to put as much space between her and them as she could.