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[delifreshvibez]

“tell me, what would you do for a free donut?” he asked to the first person he ran into. the guy’s question teemed with motive, as evidenced by the pink box in his hands. in the midst of lunch break, deli stepped back into the office with an assorted dozen from trejo’s across the street. in his mind — klondike bars? expired. donuts? always inspired! “one is yours for the taking, with the currency of my personal entertainment. you can cash in on a second pick if you actually do it.” he didn’t seriously need the participation and was about to give one regardless but who else, other than deli, would try to find out who passes the vibe check at vibez?

[snackpackhq]

𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 : spire 73 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 : evening 𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 : open starter

sutton had to do more than five tasks in the day, which was the sole reason why she deemed the day to be too long and decided to treat herself to a few drinks at her favorite place to be. the rooftop bar was one of her favorite places to go. it was always full of a wide range of people and mostly friendly. she wasn’t like other people who wanted to sit at home and relax after a long day of work. rather, she was out and about, ready to chat up a storm and make a few new friends as if she didn’t have enough already. ‘ i know it sounds weird, but you have to try it ! ’, she rambled to the person she stood with at a table. her eyes wandered off for a quick second and that was when she caught a familiar face. her face immediately lit up, she quickly excused herself from the conversation, and made her way over. ‘ what’re you doing here ?! ’, she asked. ‘ well… i know what you’re here… don’t answer that. ’, sutton answered herself, showing signs that she was a bit tipsy. ‘ how was work for you today ? was it busy for you ? ’

[brooklynfm]

open starter

               “  and  you  see,  the  best  part   is –  these  are  totally  gluten  free.  not  to  toot  my  own  horn,  but  i  think  i  really  might’ve  done  something.”  he’s  been  explaining  this  platter  of  cookies  in  his  hand  for  a  little  while  now.  there’s  nothing  oliver  adores  more  than  cooking.  getting  the  chance  to  create  in  the  kitchen  for  hours  a  day ,  and  get  paid  for  it?  simply,  too  good  of  a  deal  to  take  for  granted.  however,  there’s  a  minor  caveat.  finding  willing  test  testers  for  whatever  strange  creation  he’s  made  now.   today?  another  segment  in  the  vibez  latest  experimental  cookie  making  series.  “pumpkin  and  cranberry.  that’s  all  there  is.  just  trust  me,  try  it!”  he  puts  on  a  playful  little  pout.  “for  me?  please…”    

[brxdys]

brady prided himself on his many talents — one of which happened to be catching grapes in his mouth at a 100% success rate. it was a versatile skill, a perfect boredom cure he could break out pretty much anywhere…as long as he had grapes. and today he did, on top of being bored as hell, so it was game on. he leaned back in his chair and tossed up another one, catching it with no effort, and then straightened back up. “think i could break the world record for this?” he asked the person closest to him. a quick google search told him just what that was, and brady leaned back with a sigh. “87 in under a minute. better start training for real. might need a training partner to throw ‘em for me so i can focus,” he added, a hopeful look on his face.

[kcllans]

“hey, i’m going on a coffee run.” the phrase of the year. or…the last two years, really. kellan was always told that interns had to pay their dues, and he knew that, so he did it. but man. it kinda sucked when he already had. that was just what he got, though, he supposed. he was the one who’d decided to swap departments and start from square one, so it was about paying his dues all over again. and that, as everyone knew, included coffee runs. but he couldn’t totally complain; it was a little bit of peace, at least, once he had the whole order written down. the baristas were used to seeing his face, and kellan himself was used to asking just about anybody within earshot at the office if they wanted something while he was out. “can i get you anything? speak now or forever hold your peace. or your caffeine headache.”

[oneweekrph]

as she walked across the street to her job, she took one final look at the person next to her. “ rodrigo, coffee. now. “ she commanded, as the man handed her paper cup. “ good. thank you. leave. ” she further demanded, closing the door behind her.  the loud sound of her high heels clacking as she walked across the building echoed. she liked to make a statement with her heels, as it sent a message that she was arriving and to not to disturb her. walking up to the second floor, she didn’t care for distractions. “ good morning. is there anything i ought to know today ?? or are you merely here to waste my time ?? “

[brooklynfm]

 open  starter 

           mornings  tend  to  be  a  hectic  dash  to  the  office.  like  every  end  of  the  work  day,  brooklyn  took  a  few  stacks  of  work  home  with  her  the  night  before.  meaning,  she  hardly  slept  for  a  full  four  hours  before  she  had  to  be  up  –  bright  eyed  and  bushy  tailed  –  and  at  the  office  again.  this  jumbled  race  to  the  office  has  become  second  nature,  if  it  were  an  olympic  sport,  brook   would  win  gold  for   professional  eyeliner  application  while  driving.  “ hold  the  elevator,  please!! ”  she  calls  to  the  person  inside,  just  barely  making  it  through  the  lobby  doors  before  it  closes.   “ god,  thank  you.”  she  lets  out  a  sigh  of  relief,  leaning  against  the  elevator  wall  as  if  finally  she  can  relax.  a  loose  strand  of  curly  hair  falls  in  her  face.  “i  have  this  big  meeting  at  7:30,  and  i totally  overslept.”  she  complains,  hardly  paying  attention  to  whomever  she’s  venting  her  latest  woes  to.   

[hunterfm]

The  Vibez  office  is  one  of  the  greatest  places  to  work.  Only  second  to  Google,  the  amenities  keep  employees  both  happy  and  entertained.  That’s  what  the  flier  said  when  Hunter  first  applied  here  as  an  intern.  And  while  It  wasn’t  lying,  his  excitement  about  bean  bags  and  yoga  rooms  were  quick  to  deflate  over  the  years.  His  desk  was  picture  perfect,  practically  untouched  compared  to  his  old  intern  desk.  Hunter  only  had  one  passion,  one  thing  he  truly  loved  more  than  himself,  and  It  was  photography.  Seeing  all  those  college  kids  doing  what  he  did  best—  It  almost  always  put  him  in  a  sour  mood.  Especially  when  he  was  stuck  making  quizzes  like  ‘screw  jk  rowling,  what’s  your  real  harry  potter  house?’.  And  that  was  only  today’s  nightmare.  That’s  why  you  could  almost  never  find  him  with  the  rest  of  his  team.  Like  right  now.  His  lunch  break  wasn’t  for  another  hour,  and  yet  here  he  was  at  food  services.  “Whoever  said  pizza  day  should  be  moved  to  fridays  instead  of  tuesdays  is  on  my  hit  list.”  He  mused  to  the  nearest  employee.  “What?  Like  you  need  anything  else  to  look  forward  to  on  friday?  It’s  friday.  You’ve  already  made  It  to  the  end.”

[ofridley]

alice propped her iphone up on her macbook before standing up and pressing the red ‘record’ button. the doja cat song that was circling around TikTok this weekend started blaring, and she quickly moved her arms around, dancing along to the choreographed moves she had been teaching herself for the past… hour or so. she laughed as she danced, the vain side of her hoping she was attracting some eyes in the process. in the middle of the dance, however, she screwed up an important jump, making her pout and quickly press end recording. she sat down to watch her work, before smiling at a person standing near her. “hey,” she said, pulling on their sleeve. “wanna make a tiktok with me?”

[judefms]

jude sat at a table in the lounge, one hand pressing her phone to her ear and the other rubbing her right temple. her eyes were pressed shut as she listened to jennifer lawrence’s manager ramble on about why she’d be late for her interview today and how jennifer would need a bowl of unsalted– NOT salted– pretzels and orange gatorade in her minifridge and blah blah blah… “alright, i’ve taken note of everything she will need, just please call me and not anyone else when mrs. lawrence arrives so i can come collect her.  alright, goodbye mr. james,” she said politely, hanging up quickly before the man could add any other notes. she slumped down in her chair, shaking her head as she began to rant to the person next to her. “what a diva! i mean, damn, i’ve dealt with some divas, but every time she has to come into the office it’s always something. i mean, who eats unsalted pretzels, jesus!” she let out a breath before sitting up properly in her seat, turning her face to the person. she was a bit embarrassed for her outburst– it was rather unlike her. normally she would just wait until her weekly therapy appointment to let out feelings like that. “sorry about that. this job is… difficult, sometimes, to put it lightly.”