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kickthecan-revolution · 2 months

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Last week was a lot. I told my team that I was leaving for another experience. They are sad and processing but also very happy for me. We cried a little at the end of the meeting. The initial support structure I had in place was OK but a few parts were confusing/concerning so I adjusted those and I think they feel better. My boss isn't sure where they will officially report into yet but I just made the call and confirmed who their direct manager will be. I've let all of my partners across the company know which has been weird, but OK.

The work in the new role is SO intense, I'm learning everything as fast as I can but also have to apply new learns to what I really don't understand yet to a plan that has to be localized into multiple languages by next week. It's nuts but there's no option not to do it, so I'm working a lot this weekend. I was experiencing such a confidence crisis but a few meetings on Friday validated I am moving in the right direction. For the first time in so long, I had anxiety dreams about work which in a weird way is a good sign - I was just kind of....dead, going through the motions, not super busy, not really caring about anything. My brain is waking up. It's where I am at my best. There will be a time for another way of moving through the world but right now for this next year/last experience, I want to be driving something hard and seeing the impact. I want to push myself to take risks and not be an invisible middle manager. Shirley said that I am like a little joey (baby kangaroo) - I am mostly comfortable living my emotions through animals and I have a tendency of hiding like a little joey. I already see this job will make me deal with conflict, stand in the strength of my opinion instead of being accommodating and malleable, afraid of making someone upset. There's such personal growth here for me.

The Alki remodel continues to provide a number of surprises. After we found so many concerns in the electric wiring in the lower unit, I asked the contractor to have the electrician check the upper unit as well. He couldn't even do much given the electrical panel is over 30 years old, so I had it replaced. We also repaired some cracks in the roof and an HVAC person is coming out to assess what I should do to upgrade the 30 year furnace. It's a lot but I am comforted to know these upgrades will make everything so much stronger and safer, I'm much more confident in renting it now. Another fun thing, the contractor found an outdoor shower on the side of the house so we're going to replace it with this and create a little area with a sauna, so someone can do a cold plunge in the ocean, and then wash off in the shower and take a sauna. It's actually not expensive and the contractor can build it for us. I'm excited!

Health-wise, I signed up for a service that will make it easier for me to get the updates to my health that I need. I got 16 vials of blood taken on Friday for a number of tests - a full panel including a lot of early detection stuff.

This is going to be such a good year. It already is. I trust it. I trust that good things are here, that I deserve them and I am going to meet every moment with new strength, new capability and create more silence so those that are guiding me can be heard even more clearly.

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nanastea · 3 years

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comforting his s/o headcanons | n. kento

pairing: nanami kento x fem!reader word count: 444 tags: fluffy! stress, domesticity and love

nana’s note: i've finally finished my finals !! i'm so sorry for the super late update, but i was able to catch up on some requests occasionally throughout the week so i will be uploading those on the normal dates :> i hope you guys enjoy the requests because they were wonderful and lovely ideas!! also i lk want to try a new theme :| uh oh

previous order: nap time

today has been the worse for you

you woke up late because you kept pressing snooze which made you late for work

you spilled your morning coffee all over your clothes and you didn’t have a spare set which enabled a lot of scrutinizing stares from your coworkers and boss

not only that, but because you rushed yourself in the morning, you didn’t even get the chance to pick up the packed lunch that was tucked in the fridge so you settled with curry bread and tea from the local convenience store

you were definitely going to get a scolding from your boyfriend later

all you could think about was how home was where you really wanted to be, cuddling in the warm bed with your said dear boyfriend

but your boss gave you stacks of last-minute paperwork that would take you way past your shift

you did not make it home until 2 that morning

finally stepping foot through the front door, you’re greeted by the looming build of your lover

he wasn’t very pleased from you getting home this late without telling him, but he softened and opened his arms for you to fall into them

nanami knows how your white-collar job is like and to be honest, he kind of wishes that you would quit already

he knows how the office can overwork their employees and he hates to see you struggle and exhausted every day

carefully, nanami lulls you to your shared bedroom and makes you undress because he has prepared a bath for you

the lights are off with the exception of a few candles and the bath is filled with a gentle scent of lavender

nanami makes sure you’ve taken a proper bath and leads you to the kitchen where he’s reheated dinner

he sits across from you, carefully watching and making sure you’ve eaten everything

in bed, nanami holds you so close with his arms wrapped protectively around you

he asks how your day was and if you shrug, he doesn’t push and rather uses that opportunity to utter sweet nothings and affirmation to you

‘you did so well today’

‘i’m here for you, always’

‘i love you’

and occasionally he’d make a silly dad joke (that he heard from gojo) and it’d often lift the mood and bring a smile to your lips which was enough for nanami

overall nanami is a very loving and caring significant other in all aspects and makes sure that his partner is properly taking care of themselves

he isn’t great with words so actions are common, but he is not stranger to comforting and sweet words

and those silly jokes

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vagrantblvrd · 4 years

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Got any jeremwood ideas rattling around your brain? I've been craving battle buddies (lately, but also always), smooches ideally

You know, friend? I’ve had Battle Buddies in the back of my brain a lot recently and like nothing for them to do? But then in the shower this morning I had an Idea.

These two idiots working for their respective agencies or units and have the Worst Bosses whether through sheer incompetence or design. (Laziness or greed and not their problem if some asshole agents/operatives bit it on their watch. Hell, might be for the best if they do, if the WB is corrupt or working for the Enemy whoever that is.)

Ryan, well he’s in a Bad Place because some missions that Went Wrong and his name’s not worth much in their world anymore, right? Everyone thinks he’s either the worst kind of jinx with how many missions/operations go to shit when he’s around or he’s on the Enemy’s payroll. (Whoever that may be.)

Jeremy?

Young and stupid and got into some shit he shouldn’t have and it was this or jail and for whatever reason this seemed like the better deal. (Tell that to his scars or nightmares or shortened life-span whenever that shitball mission that gets him killed way before his time rolls around, though.)

They’re both stuck where they are and (more or less) resigned to it.

Ryan’s got Plans, though, on how to get out of his situation. Intel and Secrets he’s been gathering for years hoping to expose the people behind whatever gave him a bad reputation. (He spins it like that in his head sometimes, tries to make it about himself and not the others, the good people he’s known, who got killed by these assholes because otherwise he might abandon the long game he’s been playing for years and go in guns blazing. (OR the equivalent.)

Jeremy’s got an idea or two, but they keep reassigning him or the people he trusts to help him and he’s not sure what the safest way to do this is anymore. (Oh, he’s not worried for himself, but Matt and Trevor? Yeah. Big, big worries about those two assholes and how easy it would be for them to have “accidents” if he fucks up, so. Yeah.)

ANYWAY.

Their bosses have been working them hard for a few months (months, years, it all blurs together you know?) and they get some downtime before a Big Mission.

Conveniently (Plot Reasons) they’re in the same city at the time, because of course they are. Last stop coming back from a shitty mission to go to HQ to brief for the next shitty mission and their flight isn’t until the next day or something along those lines. (PLOT REASONS.)

Ryan gets a message telling him to meet a contact who might be able to help him with his own secret mission at a shady club somewhere. Jeremy – fuck.

He just wants a drink, and if he runs into someone to spend the night with that’s a bonus. (All this stress from the last however long and knowing he’s probably going to be dead by the end of the week, and why the fuck not, right?)

SO.

They both end up at the same club (PLOT REASONS) and Ryan’s contact never shows, so he just. Fuck, he’s already there and the diet soda’s flowing and just.

He doesn’t even know, is the thing.

Doesn’t want to go back to the shithole he’s been staying at because it’s bugged to high hell and it’s always entertaining to people watch. (Entertaining and keeps his skills sharp, two birds and all that.)

After a while he notices this one guy, right? Short as hell but there’s just something about him that makes you forget that – might be the fact he’s about to get into a fucking fight with some asshole hassling a couple of women. (Young, college age or thereabouts and looking around for the bouncer who’s been MIA for a while now.)

No one else seems willing to get involved, deescalate things or back the short fucker up, so Ryan tosses back the last of his drink (and fuck, fuck, don’t do that again because oh, God, the carbonation,) and goes over to help.

He doesn’t catch what the drunk asshole says – music’s too loud and there are people all over the fucking place – but he hears the short guy laugh. This bark, really, sounds like he’s heard the best damn joke ever – and hauls back and decks the drunk asshole without dropping that bright, friendly smile of his.

Fucking goes for it, you know? Perfect form and in the back of Ryan’s head he knows it’s weird to be hung up on that, but he’s too busy watching the short bastard turn to handle the drunk asshole’s friend to be bothered by that. (Also, making his way through the crowd to help, all “Pardon me,” and, “Passing through, don’t mind me, ladies,” and so on.

By the time he reaches the short bastard (of course it’s Jeremy) Jeremy’s taken care of two more assholes and all that’s left for Ryan to do is trip the last idiot running into the fight so he falls on his face and just kind of stays there, too drunk to realize what just happened and overall just dumb.

Jeremy’s got all this adrenaline running through him and turns to face Ryan, thinking he’s just another asshole (he’s not wrong on that one, but Ryan’s a different kind of asshole, so…) and Ryan gives him this dumb smile and holds his hands up.

“Whoa, hey,” he says, and he’s laughing a little because Jeremy looks like he’s about to go for his damn throat. “I was going to lend you a hand with these idiots, but it looks like you have everything under control.”

Jeremy stares at him because what? After a moment what Ryan says actually registers and he looks around at the drunk assholes picking themselves up off the ground (or helping their buddies who Jeremy knocked the fuck out) scurry off with their tails between their legs.

And then it’s mutual staring because Idiots, and the women Jeremy helped clear their throats and thank him before wandering off.

More staring?

Jeremy looking Ryan over like hey, okay, not bad on the eyes, and he doesn’t seem like an asshole? Meanwhile Ryan’s like oh, no because Jeremy’s also not hard on the eyes and it’s been a while for him and how do social interaction with someone who’s not a contact or target or WB?

Thankfully Jeremy is less of a human disaster (not by much, but it’s enough) and they wander off to a quiet table somewhere. Ryan gets another diet soda and Jeremy gets his drink and they chitchat for a while, Jeremy getting a wee bit tipsy and Ryan getting a wee bit more oh, no because Jeremy’s nice and funny and laughs at Ryan’s dumb jokes even though they’re both well aware how terrible they are?

And then!

Just when they’re about to maybe get around to the your place or mine bit of the conversation, they both notice some Shady Dealings going on.

Too well-trained not to notice, and Ryan’s like well, shit and makes up some lame excuse to go check on things, not knowing he beat Jeremy to it by mere seconds.

Ryan goes all Sekrit Agent/operative with the stealthily following/eavesdropping whatever while Jeremy does the same. (Due to Plot Reasons they don’t spot one another right away because Plot Reasons.)

The stalking continues long enough for them to realize some serious shit is going down – maybe ties into their respective missions, maybe not.

Shenanigans in which they lose the guy’s they’re tailing and round a corner to run into one another and don’t recognize one another at first, just think they’re baddies?

Some hand-to-hand Sekrit Agent fighty stuff until Ryan manages to pin Jeremy (height/weight advantage or something, and Jeremy’s still got that alcohol slowing his reflexes and just, yes) and then Ryan’s like - !!! because it’s the guy from the club?

Jeremy totally gave him a fake name – old habits and Ryan still doesn’t believe anyone would be so cruel to name their kid Rimmy Tim, but whatever.

ANYWAY.

Jeremy is likewise !!! because what are the odds, right? (Ryan also gave him a fake name, and no one names their kid Reggie or whatever, but the hell does he know?)

Some Suspicion because what are the odds, indeed. Also, their respective situations and career choice make trust a hard thing to earn and all that, but before they can get too deeply into the do they or don’t they of trusting one another the actual baddies find them.

Thought they were being followed and better check it out, and anyway, there’s the usual shootout/hide behind cover and snark back and forth before one of them gets a flesh wound and they manage to escape.

Go to some cheap motel – God knows wherever they’ve been staying isn’t safe or secure – bugged to hell and who the fuck knows what else – to patch one another up. Offer some truth – sekrit agent/operatives and (technically) on the same side and the baddies are definitely NOT on their side and too much Good Guys NOT to look into things even if they’re on their own?

And wouldn’t you know it, they both know where to get their hands on the weapons gear they’re going to need to deal with things in the city and it’s just.

The two of them working together – and totally flirting because there are no rules tonight, you know? They’re probably (definitely) going to get themselves killed doing this and no WB breathing down their necks and their next mission probably would have killed them anyway.

Super competent sekrit agent/operative stuff with the track jig down the baddies and finding out what they’re doing (weapons trades or national secrets, something blah, blah, blah,) and being all oh no, that’s hot when one of them shows their competence or does some cool sekrit agent/operative thing?

Also bantering and realizing that while this is the worst idea either of them has ever had, it’s also the most fun?

(Which is sad because wow, they’ve wasted a lot of their lives working for assholes, but whatever.)

Before they go in for the climactic fight or whatever, they’re like, fuck it and kiss because might as well at this point, right?

Probably going to die, and if they don’t it’s not going to hurt. (They were thinking about the whole one-night stand thing before the sekrit agent/operative shit happened, so yeah.)

Action scene like whoa in which there is shooting and yelling and (flesh wounds on Ryan and Jeremy’s part because I’m a sucker for those, sorry friend) and one of them being held at gunpoint, because of course they are.

The thing where their eyes meet and the one being held at gunpoint by the Head Baddy (Jeremy, it’s totally Jeremy) is all “Do it,” or “This isn’t your fault,” or something else the Good Guy always says in this situation? And Ryan starts to lower his gun because he can’t let the HB kill him?

And just when the HB is all gloaty mcgloaterson, Ryan whips out a throwing knife and gets him in the throat, saving Jeremy’s life and making the HB super dead.

The !!! moment of realizing wow, he’s not dead? And Ryan being like wow, it actually worked? Neat! And then the two of them staring at one another like what now?

Which, of course, is when the sekrit agents/operatives who have been watching HB and their cronies this whole time show up.

Geoff and his idiots and just. The fuck did you two do? (~Ruined months of work on Gavin and Michael’s part, since they’ve been working on getting HB and their people with the weapons trade/national secret thing and goddamn, what the fuck you two?)

Ryan and Jeremy being all ??? while Geoff’s people swarm the area and get shunted off to a little gray room somewhere for debriefing/interrogation thinking they’re really fucked this time? Sit there for hours and hours and hours. (Chitchat and banter and try not to think about what’s going to happen to them now.)

But of course not. (Because Plot Reasons.)

Geoff sweeps in with Jack and they have a nice chat about things.

The shit Ryan and Jeremy did with HB and their people, and their respective situations with their agencies/units and what do they say about working for Geoff instead?

“Uh,” and “What?”, and “Are you high?”

Because look.

No way their respective agencies/units are going to let them go knowing what they do, right? Shady as hell and corrupt and they’d rather see Ryan and Jeremy dead than let them tell anyone what’s been going on. (Have been trying for a while, actually, but they’re stubborn bastards.)

Geoff rolling his eyes and asking them if they’d like to work for him if he helped them take care of their respective agencies/units because he’s had his people looking into things since Ryan and Jeremy stumbled into their operation and the things they found, you know?

Still.

Best deal they’ve been offered – and who knows, they might live through it – so they say yes.

Geoff is delighted because he’s been meaning to deal with their agencies/units but hasn’t had the time with other shit going on. But with them on board it’ll go faster, or something?

Whatever.

Jeremy won’t do it unless Geoff gets Matt and Trevor out of his agency/unit – which he does because they’re useful bastards. (Also, like hell would he have left them there once he found out what was going on.)

Ryan’s own people (the ones still alive) were out of the line of fire before now, so he’s good to go.

Geoff (who doesn’t realize what he’s done, but when he does? ALL the regret) introduces them to Gavin and Michael and everyone else and it’s pretty much a disaster in the best way.

They get teamed up because everyone's impressed with what they managed to do and all that. Work together for a few months with the flirting and banter before they finally go on a date-thing?

Like.

Flirting’s easy, comes with the territory, but actual FEELINGs and whatnot are complicated and stupid hard. (...that’s what she said.)

Takes a close call to make them realize they’re wasting time better spent NOT being dumbasses (and maybe one of the others says as much) and then it’s some blurted invitation to coffee or burgers or whatever and this date...thing.

It gets ruined, of course, because enemies from their past pop up and shoot at them and then shenanigans? But they smooch somewhere in there and get other the awkward stage of being them and not knowing how to do FEELINGS and like. Save the day, but also smooch, idk, you know how these things go.

And then everyone makes fun of them for forever for not figuring their shit out before then, and also a lot of death-defying shenanigans and explosions and sekrit agent/operative fun-times???

#ragehappy #jeremwood #battle buddies #anon #prompt fills #technically not a fic #vagrant fic #sekrit agents aus #Anonymous

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fuck-customers · 7 years

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Buddy I've been here 3 years.

So, tex mex place person here again.

I've had a good streak going for a few months of perfect nights with no complaints or issues I couldn't personally fix.

However, I've had an anxiety attack for 3 days straight and last night at work I wasn't feeling too hot and was running a section on my own (Not a fuck management thing, I'm perfectly capable of taking care of that many customers at once. That's why they have me do it)

Anyway so this one table comes in, and I'm already pissed with them because they waste my fucking time. They're one of those tables where they say "we're ready to order" and then ask a million and one questions. So like, they're clearly not ready to order? They just can't wait five fucking minutes for me to serve a few other customers, or run some drinks, or clear some tables, which I can guarantee I could do quicker than them making up their fucking minds.

So anyway, finally I get to leave and think I've made a successful upsale to them which I'm glad of. It took a lot of questions answering but it was worth it. This next bit doesn't work without the context of the sales and why I made the decisions I made, so, right now we have a special on, it involves getting ribs, you don't get a choice on sides or the type of ribs, it's all laid out in the special. It's a smaller portion than our normal servings but also hecka cheap.

There are, however, several other options for ribs always sold at our restaurant not included in this sale. One of which is an option where you get a fucking HUGE plate of ribs and a choice on your sides, and instead of getting one type of ribs, you get both (beef and pork). So this couple each ordered a special and I was really trying hard to counter the sharing on this table we have a no shares on specials policy and they had less meals than people and were clearly going to share when I wasn't watching. Anyway so while I was upsaling I noted (and the customers noted) you get both pork and beef. I told them about the difference between picking one over the other, differences in prices, benefits and etc, just so they were fully informed on what they were getting and happy they made the right choice. So, no complaints during their meal, when I checked on them, nothing until the minute I clocked off. Then they complained. Coz I hadn't taken off my apron or got my bag out yet, or even signed off I felt obliged to go over and chat with them. Figured they wanted a takeaway container and that it'd be quick.

The guy points at his plate and goes "What are these?" I answer "um, beef ribs?" not really sure what the point of his question was just yet but then the guy is like "I told you we can't have beef, that's why we wanted pork" immediately my mind launches into a tirade of oh shit oh shit oh shit what do I do this is really bad. In case anyone doesn't realise, I'm afraid I was accidentally culturally insensitive and fucked up super bad. So I immediately apologise and say to him that I must have misunderstood but I'll go catch him a manager since I'm not capable of giving discounts or making that call. Now I know what I said and did, I know they're almost 99.9% likely to be lying to me based on our conversation when they ordered. 0.1% telling the truth due to a miscommunication because my hearing has crapped itself lately. But I talk pretty loud so unless everyone on that table, including both the people I talk to, has shit hearing, then they should know what I said to them and that it wasn't the right choice for them. I try to find a manager, but end up getting the boss. He took me to the table and we both talked to the table (this is, again, in no way a fuck management story. What my boss does here is actually pretty cool). The boss explains to the guy, "look it says on the menu what the rib platter is." and the guy trys to say he didn't read the menu (I know he and his wife did) tells my boss that he told me he can only have pork and I apparently said it was ok. my boss said we don't do all pork rib plates for no extra cost, that costs an extra $10-15, my boss knows I know this because I've sold several all pork rib plates in the last few weeks and always talked to him about it to recheck the price and always put it through correctly.

My boss then turns to me and asked me what happened and I said "I'm sorry but I think perhaps we have had a miscommunication, I've been working here for three years so there's no way I would have told you that the rib plate was all pork" my boss was prettymuch like "you see" and the guy is like "well I don't know why she's denying it but we're not coming back here again". At this point my boss sighs and tells him he'll go grab him some more pork and has me take away the beef and chuck it, then I sign off and grab my bags and go chat to the boss because I had to show him something on my phone to receive a voucher. When we went to the office to get my voucher I thanked him for having my back and said "you know I wouldn't make that kind of mistake right?" and he said "yeah that guys just lying. I know he's having it on, you wouldn't do something like that"

So basically fuck that one guy in particular and yay for good employment.

#submissions #fuck customers #happy ending #submission

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