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likeawildthing · 4 years

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Your dorm design advice was fantastic! Wish I would've known some of that when I was in school! I'm wondering if you have any ideas/suggestions for a cubicle? The walls are magnetic and have holes for hooks. Everyone else's at work looks so cozy and organized, but I'm unsure of where to even start.

i wrote a thousand word post and lost it, so let’s try this again!

function:

unless you use it multiple times a day, put it in a drawer. even if you just use it once a day, keep it in a drawer. i have previously used printer box lids (aka kondo) to organize my drawers but i recently upgraded to $1 dollar tree organizers and haven’t looked back!

i did invest in a $15 target organizer for my lotion, pass, phone, pencils, and post-its. but you can use a mug and a small basket or tray from home. having something to corral the random necessary stuff makes it look more intentional and organized. one of those brain hacks!

utilize post its in Windows rather than keeping them all over your monitor

instead of a bunch of reference sheets taped to your cube wall, put them in a folio like this (my friend has this, but it’s $25!). i stapled 6-7 page protectors together for a similar look lmao.

bullet journal. i have ONE 3 subject notebook for training notes, meeting notes, leadership training notes, project plans and notes, weekly overviews, monthly goals, and my daily to do list. this could be it’s own post (?). it stays on my desk always, however at the end of every day i plan for the next day and (most importantly!) CLOSE THE BOOK. best way to signal the day is over.

instead of using a paper box on the floor for my shreddables, i put them in my drawer and change it out more frequently. i am also pretty ruthless about what paper i keep versus what i don’t. i scan and organize things on my desktop a LOT to keep paper clutter to a minimum. if you have to have paper clutter on your desk, use a proper magazine holder.

form:

these are my plants. everyone loves them. they survive just fine. i take them to the window every weekend. now lots of people have plants, but i was the trailblazer who insisted on green space in my cube.

i don’t keep photos on my cube wall anymore but i do keep art that inspires me. i change it out every 3-6 months to keep it fresh. i group it together so it’s not all over, makes it more impactful. i love this cube makeover using wrapping paper and magnets to create a focal area. kristina keeps her post cards in hers.hang up whatever inspires you!

i have a usb humidifier at my desk. i don’t use essential oils because i don’t want to offend coworkers but just having the fresh air makes a difference!

i have a hanging calendar that i got for like $7 from target and i love it and replace it every year.

i got cute little $1 clearance round place mats for under my monitors one year. eventually got rid of them but they were cute! some people bring in magnets that inspire them. my coworker keeps his bobble head collection at his. whatever brings you joy, my friend.

comfort

i did bring in an outside lumbar support for my chair, but ask HR, they might provide one for you!

i used this beloved printer box as a foot rest for 7 years. i finally retired him (aka threw him away) two weeks ago. i gave him a funeral. i got a proper step stool and, while it’s not the same as Box, it does elevate the space.

random

ask HR and your supply department if they will provide any of this like the flip folio, lumbar support, etc. you might be surprised!

for the love of pete check your hr manual and know the vibe of your office. at my last employer, we had mcd happy meal figures between our cubes. here that would be stopped immediately. i can’t hang wallpaper, but my friend at another insurance company can. ask before you do anything crazy.

do not be afraid to bring your own stuff in but label it just in case you get fired or quit unexpectedly!

here’s a bunch of buzzfeed hacks. i especially second the idea of using vertical space where possible and those freaking cute origami organizers.

and i spent $$ but you can do this for super cheap -- bring in a mug for pencils or cover three soup cans in fabric as a triple organizer. print out a monthly calendar and pin it to your wall. buy one big plant or ask for cuttings from someone. you can totally organize your space and keep it clean and then work on making it pretty!

#linds designs #work life #cubicle life #linds adults #strangeandwonderfulconcepts

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truemanblack · 6 years

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A/N: hi um, so i’m writing a 3 part blurb for a prompt I got! so here’s part one! it’s high school harry au!!

7. “Would it be alright if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.” pt. 1/3

I hated group projects – more importantly I hated group projects where it was important to work outside of class. I hated the idea of spending my Saturdays with someone I barely knew. Only forty-five more days until graduation. Mrs. Ryes, our art history teacher, never let us pick our own partner, I was usually luck enough to get someone who had an idea of what we were doing – instead I got Harry Styles. There was a rumor about getting him, a lot of the girls wanted him. (Mainly, because he was attractive more importantly, he had a class with Veronica and he ate her out if she did all the work).

“Fuck,” I muttered to myself as I picked up the layout of the project. This wasn’t just any project to me – it was the project. I had just got accepted into Temple University for Fine Arts, so fucking around with this class, isn’t a no go for me. I felt a hand on my shoulder and saw Harry, smug and cocky as usual.

“It’s gonna be good workin’ with ya’, O’Keefe.” I rolled my eyes at his nickname for me.

“I’m not Veronica, so I hope you’re ready to work.” I shrugged walking to my assigned seat. I was thankful we sat on opposite sides of the room from each other. I was feverishly writing notes while we were talking about projects and what she expects, and she expects nothing but the best from me – since she did write my letter of recommendation. A little square of folded paper fell on my desk from the person next to me.

“It’s from Styles,” They whispered, and I rolled my eyes shoving the note to the side and focusing back on the teacher. Finally, the bell rang, and I could walk home and prepare my armor for dealing with Harry for the next forty-days.

“O’Keefe, wait up!” I heard Harry coming after me as I was b-lining to my locker. “Amelia,”

“Aimee,” I turned around and corrected him. “And what, we don’t have to start interacting until tomorrow.”

“Did you read my note?” He smirked putting his arm around my shoulders, which I quickly shrugged off.

“No, I was writing good notes, because I knew you wouldn’t.” I crossed my arms, hoping that would send the message.

“I paid attention, smarty pants.”

“Mhm, passing me a note.” I got to my locker, which I regret going to my actual locker because now he knows where to find me.

“Yeah, I was too busy watching you tug at your bottom lip with your pin cap, or how you’ll bite at your lip when you’re focusin’ too hard.” I was glad that the locker was covering my face, I could feel my face get hot. “Too busy focusin’ on the cutest girl in class.”

“Oh, shut up.” I mumbled putting my books away, taking my time so he would get fed up. “Don’t you have soccer practice or something?”

“I do have football practice, but I have few more seconds to spare.” I closed my locker and he was smirking at me, of course he was – when does he not smirk.

“Don’t you have some cheerleaders to harass then?” He ran his fingers through his chocolate locks, shaking his head.

“Do yeh think I only flirt?”

“Yes.” I nodded and put my headphones on walking away from him. It was weird that suddenly he was speaking to me, I’m going to blame the project. I had to get home quickly to walk my dog and finish up some homework, so I needed to brush Styles off for a bit.

+ + +

“Football practice was great, thank you for asking.” Harry spoke as I was sitting at a computer in the library.

“I had no intention of asking you, but I’m glad I guess.” I shrugged giving him a small smile. I was going to let Harry pick the movement we were speaking about, I was hoping he would pick something I actually enjoyed and not like – Mannerism or something. “Have you thought about what you wanted to do the project on?”

“I like Romanticism, I think it’s raw.” I was shocked, that was one of my favorite movements too.

“Wow! I say the same thing, I love how they capture everything that’s happening in that era, when history and art bleeds together.” Harry was grinning at me as I spoke, which made me tone myself down a bit – but with art there’s passion.

“I know you’ve said that before, because I remember you said it. And I know you like it.”

“I’m not doing the whole project, Styles.” I shook my head, so I went with the second idea, something I was good on, but I could learn more about – Impressionism. “I hope you’re happy with Monet!” I grinned as I signed up for our movement – half the class was going with Pop Art anyway, I couldn’t wait to see so many explanations of Andy Whorl’s Campbell’s Soup. I could feel his eyes on me as I was finding some citable sources for us when we’re getting to writing the paper. “What, you’re just staring,”

“Nothin’.” He grinned, and I squinted at him. “Just got my own piece of Art right here.” I groaned, if he really thinks I’m going to do the whole project, he better ask for a new partner.

“Stop, nope, that’s not going to work!” I sighed as I started pulling my hair into a ponytail. “You’ve got to stop, because that’s not gonna work on me, Harry.”

“What am I doing? I’m just tellin’ the truth.”

“You’re trying to get me all doe-eyed and on my knees for you. I’m not like every girl who you get your little fingers and smooth accent on.”

“What type of girl are you then?”

“Not your type.”

“I beg to differ”

“Pfft.” Once again, saved by the bell. I quickly gathered my things and ran to printer to grab the articles I printed out. I tried to lose Harry in the crowd of students. Which worked while I was putting my things away but was quickly startled by him behind my locker door.

“Can I drive yeh home?” He asked me as he reached out for my backpack, “I won’t pull any funny business, I promise, petal.”

“Ugh, do you even live my way? Don’t you have soccer practice?” I put my backpack on my back and he quickly pulled it off me.

“No, I don’t have football practice, and I do live near you, so it’s not a big deal.” I furrowed my eyebrows at him, “Please, you walk every day, we can organize the project if you want.”

“The project only, that’s it.” I agreed, and we walked to his car, which was way too nice for a high schooler. I had a feeling he grew up with money – probably the reason he can be entitled sometimes. The sound of Pink Floyd was playing, and I couldn’t help myself from humming as we were driving towards my house.

“You like Floyd?” I nodded, and he titled his head at me for a second before looking back at the road. “Who else do you like?”

“Hmm, Fleetwood Mac, The Ramones, Elton John, I’ve been listening to Lou Reed for the last week with a little Tom Petty.” He turned down my street and nodded, turning up the music a bit. We reached my house and I quickly got a sense of déjà vu – wasn’t sure why, but I could feel it taking over my body, it all felt too familiar.

“You’re gonna get out the car?” Harry laughed as he sat with his door open.

“Yeah, yeah, I am.” I nodded quickly getting out the car and walking on the path to my house. Harry followed behind me with both our backpacks, giving his car a lock as I unlocked the door.

My mother, Ann, loved to decorate. The house was warm color with hints of blue, and being an only child, there was a shrine of me. I was getting embarrassed forgetting about the baby photos of me in the living room. One above the fireplace, one on both of side tables, my senior photos having their own section by our potted plants.

“Your parents love you,” Harry laughed scanning all the photos of me, “You were cute what happened?”

“I’m adopted, so I’m like their favorite thing, and I’m still cute.” I smirked walking over to the photo he was looking at a bit to long. I was probably around five in the photo, with my bum out laying by a slip and slide.

“You’re right, you’re still cute.” I shook my head at him furrowing my eyebrows at him and turning to make us a snack in the kitchen. “Just the project, okay.” He was a flirt, and I didn’t want to fall into his sticky trap of it. HE was so damn cute though, I’ve always noticed him, how he walks in a room like he owns the place but will talk to you like you’re the only person in the room. How he remembers things I said in class, so he could just talk to me, I never really had the nerve to walk up to him – maybe the fear of rejection took me over, or I’m not his type, which I’m not. I have to keep reminding myself that, I’m not his type, nowhere near it.

“What are you twelve?” Harry asks as I put some snacks in front of him, a bowl of pretzels, apple slices and bottles of water.

“No, I’m just saving the good snacks for myself.” I pulled out some of the notes from my backpack and sat next to him at our dining room table. He smelt good, like minty and cologne. He was extra close to me moving his finger under each word as I read along or giving me good input. We deiced to even make our own piece as an example, Harry agreed to help me paint it as well. We had a good base, so I felt good, we were ahead most of the class.

“Hey, I have a question,” Harry asked me as I was skimming through his notes to find something worthy.

“What’s the question?”

“We have a game coming up on Friday, and I was wondering if you’d wear my jersey?”

“Isn’t that like a ‘boyfriend girlfriend’ thing to do?” I moved a bit from him and he moved some of his hair out of his face.

“It can be, but I was thinking more about luck.” I could feel my face get hot from the nervousness, why was he asking me this?

“Why do you want me to wear it, it’s not some gross ‘Carrie’ prank is it?”

“No, I really want you to wear it, I see you in the stands sometimes, and no one ever wears my jersey, so I want you to wear it.”

“But-”

“Please don’t think about what other people will think,” Harry was close to me, his face inches from mine and I could smell his breath, like oranges and mint, not the best combination but it was nice from him. I couldn’t help but to move closer as well, but to our luck, I could hear the door open and my mom waking in.

“Anyway, sure, I’ll do it, but we can’t do this.” I motioned between us quietly as I moved back to my respected area, trying to collect my thoughts. Harry cleared his throat and started gathering his things. “You’re leaving?”

“What else did we have to do?” he was being a bit cold, maybe from the rejection, but I would be cold too. He couldn’t like me, I was too shy, too different from him.

“Um, I don’t know, I was thinking we could start on the painting in my room?” He perked up hearing my room, my mom walked past us giving us a small wave. And I gathered my stuff brining Harry into my room. I was secretly hoping to kiss him, maybe just a sick small incentive for working with him. His lips looked so nice, they were plump, had so much color in them it was like he would stain me if he kissed me. The hormones where getting to me, as we got to my bedroom. I closed my door and Harry was face to face with me, close. My back against my door, his hands on both sides of my head.

“I wanna kiss yeh, Amelia.” He whispered moving closer to me. “I’ve been thinkin about kissin’ yeh since junior year, when I first got here, you were in my art class, wearin’ a mini skit, I loved it, sweet little thighs, summer tan, I think about yeh all the time.” I closed my eyes and listened to him speak, it was weird with him admitting all this to me. I didn’t dislike him, it’s just we never crossed paths enough for him to make a large impression on me, just the hot arrogant boy who was funny sometimes. “I had to know yeh name, a lot of the guys tease me fo’ it, but I wanna kiss yeh so bad.”

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