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You get into a bank by clearing exam like IBPS PO, SBI po etc. PO full form is probationery officer so when you clear exam. You will join as PO. PO or DRO this is what they call until you got confirmed.But this not your designation. Your designation is assistant manager. So for as per your query PO and assistant manager is same.

Okay. I am reluctant to answer this because its moderately repulsive but funny as fuck so, here goes; long after my prison sentence was over and my parole successfully discharged, I was pulled over. It was November and nearing Thanksgiving. I was all legal and legit and insured and riding clean and sober as a judge. After all, my prison experience was over in 2003 and it was 2017. I see the lights, pull over, hand over my license etc, hands on the wheel in plain sight….and the cop was gone forever. Way too long. A second, female, cop shows up and I knew they were taking me in. Why was a mystery but whatever. Called my lawyer and my husband. Went to jail. On a parole hold from 2003. Which had been successfully discharged. It was a snafu, a mix up, a mistake. And I was locked in county for 60 days till it was sorted out. See, the issue was an incorrectly filed paper at the parole board. They only meet once a month. But not in November because, well, Thanksgiving. Not December, because well, Christmas. And I was stuck. Missed all the holidays including New Years. Bastards.So I was unhappily ensconced in the hoosegow. I'm a dedicated fan of cannibus and was sorely missing my marijuana, as well as my family and freedom and dogs and holidays and stuff. This little chick comes in and sees my bag full of commissary snacks, and sidles over. My poor husband, helpless to effect my release, sent me care package after care package so I had heaps of snacks. Ridiculous amounts of crap junk food. So this chick says to me, Hey. I got some brown. I say Not my thing. She says, I got ice. I say, Who wants speed in here? Why would anyone want to be awake for this?!She says I got dro.I say You wanted what flavor ramen? And hot cheetos? Not a problem. Let me have the pot before I get it though.She says, I gotta get it out.Okay. I'm waiting.She goes to the bathroom. For a long time. Long enough for me to wonder where she had to get it from. Er, maybe it isn't such a great idea.She comes out looking pale. Yep. It was in her hoo haw and she couldn't reach it. It was way-y-y up there, and she could feel the edge of the baggie with her fingertips, but had only shoved it further up those nooks and crannies.At that point I was willing to let it go if I had to. Did I really want weed that had been lodged near someone's cervix for 36…then…48….then 72 hours?I admit with only a bit of shame that, if the seal on the ziploc baggie remained waterproof, well, that yes. I wanted the weed.The lady tried and tried and tried. She was starting to get some irritation down there, whether from repeated missions to retrieve the stuff or because our hoo haws dont like foreign objects up there for long periods of time. Maybe shorter visits up that way with more FUN shaped objects, but maybe not ziploc bags filled with a selection of drugs. She was heading for the fun of a bacterial infection (which oddly enough is actually not fun at all,), which would lead to Pelvic Inflammatory Disease. That sucks, but even worse? A visit to the infirmary with a snatch full of stashed drugs. That would result in another dope charge. A felony. And not an easy felony, either. Sneaking drugs into jail is pretty frowned upon.At any rate, shes starting to panic. She just cant get a grip on the damn bag. So she asks for help. She gets a couple gloves from the kitchen, brings them to me, and begs me to remove the baggie.Well, I got it eventually.And yes, the ziploc seal was intact, so I commenced to eating cannabis. Got higher than the grocery bill. Laughed my fool head off. Had a ball.But the road there was ghastly.I'll never look at food service gloves the same way again. Or vaginas.EDIT: In my telling of the tale, I left some crucial bits out. Namely the fact that I boiled the crap outta the baggie of dro in our hot pot to kill the vagina germs i feared had contaminated the weed. I also ate it with a big spoon of peanut butter, the cheap,oily kind you buy off commissary in jail. I strongly suspect the heat of the hot pot, around 220°, maybe hotter but not much , for the 10 to 20 minutes I had snuck access to it resulted in that chemical change from non psychoactive THCa to it's fun cousin THC.***I DID NOT, HOWEVER, POP THE BAGGIE OF WEED OUT OF HER VAGINA AND INTO.MY MOUTH. ****CALL ME CRAZY BUT I THOUGHT AN ATTEMPT AT STERILIZING IT MIGHT BE WISE.So there.Fucking dilettantes. Try it at home before you ‘’cuse me of bullshit. . I never lie about marijuana. It's one of the gifts from the universe I enjoy so much.

Football games are full of these moments…this one is the best so far..It is the Italian seventh division playoff between Dro and Termeno during a shootout to decide which club would win promotion to the sixth level of Italian football (the Eccellenza).Termeno's Michael Palma was the penalty taker at the start of the clip, going against Dro keeper Loris Angeli.Palma blasted his attempt off the crossbar, sending the ball high and out of the frame as Angeli -- with his arms flailing in joy -- ran to celebrate with his teammates what both players assumed to be a miss.While the ball bounced back onto the pitch, a depressed Palma trudges away. Meanwhile, the officials kept watch as the ball took several big bounces right into the net.Not clear… just have a look at the videoThis is why goalies shouldn't celebrate too quickly