#thejob

[kitsuneofthemist]

Meeting up with my team was exactly what I needed after this heap of flaming trash kind of day. That feeling of adrenaline pumping through my blood always gets me buzzing like a hive of happy bumble bees. That solid vibration from my Bokken sticks into that wall-o-thug was even better. So satisfying. Even my fucked up kick had an element productive pain to it. Maybe that last hit didn’t need to be *quite* so hard but it KO’d that asshole. And who knows what he planed to do to that sweet old man upstairs, so seriously? Fuck that guy. And then one of them made the mistake of going after Francis’s sister. Not…good. I didn’t see what happened but I heard the extreme calm in Excalibur’s voice when she called Dee. All I heard was “Francis killed a guy and I need an adult here.” Then she took off with his sister while we dealt with the clean up. By the time I found Big Guy, he was freaking the ever loving shit out of that poor lady with the smashed head. She was far too freaked out to even let me help so I just kept an eye on Big Guy instead. Thankfully she was smart enough to answer all of his questions. He got real quiet after that and let Dee and Z-Day handle the rest. He didn’t even look at me. Just kept quiet. I tried to ask Mrs. Ex what happened when she came back but she shook my questions and told me we had to clear out. I know what a clean job feels like and this wasn’t it. Between the smashed head lady and whatever happened in the street out front, I’m thinking this was a total shit show. It left me with that same odd feeling I’ve had all damn day. I had to check on the kids at the Brewery to make sure they were all ok. Thankfully there was nothing unusual but I felt better just giving them a heads-up about Big Mood City today. As much as I wanted to just hang with Ravyn and the gang, I knew my foot wasn’t going to fix itself like that. I made up some excuse about meeting Thea for diner. Ravyn noticed though and asked if I was ok. He always sees more than people realize. I pulled him aside and gave him the supercut version of the fight. His eyes got real big like they do when I tell him stuff about our jobs, but I know I can trust him. He won’t say anything. I guess the upside of fucking up my foot is that it gives me time to process whatever the hell just happened while I ride on this dank-ass bus. The down side is having to listen to a PWG (Privileged White Guy) tell me everything that’s wrong with my generation while we creep through traffic. What a fucking day to lose my earbuds…

[biglisbonnews]

How to decide between job offers “I’m sorry, I can’t continue the interview process,” I explained over the phone.Read more... https://qz.com/how-to-decide-between-job-offers-1850091342

[fredhandbag]

The Job is book 3 in the Fox/O’Hare series from the team of Janet Evanovich and Lee Goldberg. “Kate and Nick go after Violante, the leader of a global drug-smuggling empire. He’s had plastic surgery and no one knows what he looks like or where he is. Once they sniff him out (a fine chocolate addiction can be bad news 🍫) Kate must avoid the clutches of the psychopathic bodyguard while Nick runs the scam. With their old team together they just hope to survive.” This is a fun series. The characters and situations are hilariously insane. Boyd and his method acting. Willie and her vehicle bucket list. Jake and his special forces skills and contacts. And the pull between Kate and Nick. A great audiobook performance and some great humor and action. #thejob #janetevanovich #leegoldberg #scottbrick #foxandohareseries #audiobooks #bookstagram #bookshelves #bookswithcharacter #bookhoarder #bookworm #sodacityreads #bookreview #hardcover #bookcollector #bookhaul #bookspines #goodreads #homelibrary #fiction #crimefiction #thriller #bookcollection (at Irmo, South Carolina) https://www.instagram.com/p/CJjPKMwAXA9/?igshid=1ou35rqvsn7nk

[joseaesquea]

So while listening to the news today I heard a discussion about sports. How a certain athlete is gonna be paid X amount of dollars to go here or there and how the @nfl draft is still something to watch and yes much needed distraction is necessary . I miss greatly the enrichment of sports in life. I just felt it necessary to mention that when this is all said and done we remember that health care professionals, food service and grocery delivery, education, Emergency Medical Technicians, Firefighters, Police and the national guard are in the #LIFESUPERBOWL without fanfare just grinding doing #TheJob. It is what they signed up for, I get it Let's keep in mind that what they signed up for puts them in the front line. A year or two from now when we all go back to normal when you see these professionals out doing what they do remember them when you are excited about the draft or who will go where for more money than some municipalities have to pay their first responders. (at New York, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/B9_5h4ZJO2l/?igshid=1erns9qoj3sxc

[gemified21]

Farewell 55

I wish I knew more about architecture. I think buildings speak of our history in a way very little else can. The conveniences we take for granted today – air conditioning, central heating, elevators, somewhere in history these were new and innovative ideas. Our buildings tell this story.

When I went to work in 55 Broadway I knew it would come with its challenges. It is a Grade 1 listed building – there are only so many changes that can be made. Conversely, there are parts we wish they’d kept that had already been ripped out in the name of modernisation.

I made the decision early on that I was never going to wait for the elevator because they were slow and old, and of a time when its promise to be able to carry 12 passengers was when people were obviously a lot smaller than they are today. That meant I got to climb the stairs with its decorative balustrade and enamel maps of the London Underground from ages past; pieces of my city’s history that we just casually past every day.

The bathrooms felt like they took forever to get to and were often cold or closed for cleaning. The kitchen closest to us felt like something from student accommodation. It was so cold in the winter that we took to wearing our scarves and gloves just to demonstrate how cold we were. In the summer we faced the problem of environmental migrants when it was discovered we were in one of the few rooms whose air conditioning still worked. Suddenly the room no one had wanted became the most sought after for a spare desk. Despite all of this, perhaps because of it, I loved this building.

It was not always the easiest of buildings to work in. However, it is one that I loved entering every day because I knew it was important. I knew it was part of London. I am grateful to have had the chance to walk along its corridors again, visit parts I hadn’t taken the time to explore before.

The first skyscraper in London, at only 13 floors high it is dwarfed by even small buildings now. Its architecture is unique. The crucifix shape and recessed floors meaning that it provided the necessary space without casting an oppressive shadow; important in getting planning permission. With the Palace just across the park, one must think of the neighbours. The foundation stones dedicated not by a Mayor or other titled person, but by the stonemason and the housekeeper – this was a building for the people who worked there.  

No one will ever talk of the building I am currently in the same way they talk about 55. It is functional, and in that functionality comes a certain amount of disposability. It was not built to tell the story of its occupants the way 55 was. Its history is not carved into the skirting that circles the rooms. There are no doors behind which London was drawn up and redesigned, ready to present to the world a global city instantly recognised by that seemingly innocuous of details – its transport.

I do not know what will happen to 55, how much it will change. However, I have the feeling that whenever I walk past this corner I am going to find myself looking up and smiling. I hope I still see the familiar clock tower, the sculptures that adorn each wing, the scandalous statue (minus its six inches). Whatever it becomes I will have been a part of its history. I, for a few years at least, got to walk along the same corridors as the people were so instrumental in shaping how my city looks today, and how it is looked upon by others. Red buses. The Tube. Mind the Gap. This is London.

I wasn’t sure it was possible, and yet it always happens to me. From the roof of 55, taking in these views from this building that is so much a part of London, and so much a part of me, I fell in love with my city all over again.

[outforbusiness]

Going home 🏡 with the nugget. Reppin #thejob on my shirt. No matter what you say about our work/ job conditions - one perfect thing came out of it. I met @patty_d_perfect1 and we brought forth innocence with #Sebastian! #bhcf #lovethem (at Vassar Brothers Medical Center) https://www.instagram.com/p/B2J-C-LB1b3/?igshid=59k4vn49sjn7

[cooljpuniverse]

Presser at city hall down town Chicago about digital terrorism. #tvlife #downtownchicago #working #career #thejob #videolife #video #pressconference #chillin #mylife #windycity (at City Halls) https://www.instagram.com/p/BxhxPQtJj82/?igshid=1ffmgh3vnix8n

[amalgamatedimagefoundation]

Low quality color newsprint photo with layered abstract magic marker drawing made in the car while #commuting to #thejob in my #mobileartstudio (at Los Angeles, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/BqCBYiqlufr/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=jbkp1u88rql3