#noovertime

[editorsusan]

Overheard in the Newsroom #1669: Reporter to no one in particular after filling out a 40-hour timecard for a 60-hour week without overtime: “This is the biggest piece of fiction we never print all week.”

[ashprado]

#aggretsuko #noovertime https://www.instagram.com/p/BoLRVd2l9aJ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1anixy4cfznwl

[darthwindows]

12 hours and counting #noovertime #fuckmyjob #amideadyet #please

[iwakeuptomoney]

Another testimony (who can use a pay raise at their current job) __ The shift❗ __ #lottoliving #payincrease #resultsoverhype #noovertime

[iwakeuptomoney]

I wonder why 🤔 __ #lottoliving #incomeshifting #payraise #noovertime

[coffeetachi-blog-blog]

latte { airi / satonaka }

noovertime

[ With how everything was, she could be considered content. Everyone was safe, and she had nothing to worry about in that department. But the fact she no longer needed to worry about that make her all the more saddened by the fact she even needed to adapt anyways. She couldn’t complain, but that didn’t stop it from being true.

She missed her real home, dearly. She’s able to make coffee herself, sure, but it’s nnot really her coffee. She can’t share it with anyone else, unless Ryotaro or Yuuto miraculously decided they specifically wanted Airi’s coffee. It’s not like it was special, though, so that idea is quickly turned down by her. She wasn’t really interested in any cafes other than the Milk Dipper, either. Problems of being kidnapped and taken to an odd city, she supposed.

Of course, there was only one way for her to clear her mind. Just because she didn’t want to work there herself doesn’t mean she doesn’t enjoy spending most of her time at the cafe. The steaming coffee in her hands made her smile, knowing someone else also did their best to make it.

Looking up, a flash of something that made Airi’s heart skip a beat. Something she’d always wanted to see, but was never able to. Something she couldn’t help but contain her excitement about as she tried to walk as calmly as she could. Something she had to bring up. ]

“…Excuse me. Your outfit– I’ve never seen anything that cute…!”

[grandmothersaidthis-blog]

curry over cake | satonaka

noovertime

It had been a little bit difficult to acquire the things Tendou needed, but he’d ended up finding a food cart to help out at in exchange for using their facilities. The cart had long since closed down, so only Tendou was left to cook what he’d come here to make.

He’d been meaning to try out a new recipe for a while, a request from Juuka, and he figured... It would be a good use of time in between finding a way to leave--one could not simply imprison the sun, after all--and planning, to hone his skills. So, the sun’s low position in the sky coating the park the cart was stopped in in a orange wash, Tendou worked diligently.

He didn’t let his mind wander, extraordinarily focused on his work until he had finally put down his utensils and spooned the food into a small, shallow dish. He’d already tasted it himself, and thought about just eating it himself for a moment. It was a green curry, quite spicy, and the scent wafted out through the area. Tendou looked up, then, finding the park deserted except for a woman sitting on one of the bench.

After a moment of contemplation, he came out from behind the cart and walked over to the woman, holding up the bowl.

“Are you hungry?”