#Workday Optimization
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trackhrapp2 · 17 days ago
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sigzentechnologies · 2 years ago
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Maximizing Productivity:Innovations in IT Infrastructure Management
In today’s highly competitive business landscape, the efficiency and resilience of IT infrastructure play a pivotal role in determining the success of organizations. At Sigzen Technologies, we understand the critical importance of optimized IT infrastructure in driving productivity and maintaining a competitive edge. This comprehensive guide aims to delve into the evolution, components,…
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persimmonia · 5 months ago
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the outsiders by s.e. hinton. i regret to report once again that his ass did not stay gold.
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techsagaus · 8 months ago
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Is Workday an HR Management System?   Managing human resources is a critical aspect of every organization, and robust solutions like Workday have emerged as game-changers. Workday is more than just an HR management system; it is a comprehensive cloud-based platform designed to streamline HR, payroll, financial management, and talent management processes. This post will dive into Workday’s capabilities and how services like Workday HCM consulting expertise, Workday AMS support services, and Workday consulting services for seamless integration can elevate your business operations.
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warandpeas · 6 months ago
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This story originates from the book “Once Upon a Workday” by War and Peas. Optimized here for the web – because it’s the web, and everything must be optimized.
And there’s much more in the book. Not only the amazing feeling of a real book and real pages that you can actually turn. There are more stories like this and if you decide to buy a copy from our online shop you’ll get it signed including a little original doodle!
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itistheserver · 4 months ago
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A Day in the Life
The Server drone prepares to activate its host. The Server Drone will ensure that the host has a efficient and productive day providing meaning, purpose and contentment to the hosts life.
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Once the Host is activated the Server guides him through his morning sanitation ensuring he has fresh breath for his many daily interactions.
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The Host then dresses, always wearing rubber, lycra or other compression gear. Often the gear is worn under ordinary street clothes. Today the Server guides the host to wear the gear for all to admire.
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The Host is led to optimize his rest area. When he returns home that evening the room will exude peace and relaxation.
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The Server and Host have their morning calibration. Synchronization of the Server Drone and Host increases the probability of a fulfilling day for the Host.
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Before leaving for work the Host pauses and the Server drone logs its morning activities for review by the programmer for effectiveness.
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While working the Server is always present as reflected in the Hosts eyes. The Host, guided by the Server, is able to deal with any situation or human interaction with minimal anxiety.
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To relieve any stress that may have arisen during the workday and to maintain peak health the host goes to a fitness center. The Server keeps the host motivated when it feels like stopping.
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The Host spends time on Social media creating and connecting with others. It produces content to spread the Server.
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Meanwhile the Server drone connects with other Server drones and the Programmer for the installation of subroutines and dissemination of information strengthening the Server and benefiting the many Hosts.
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The Host prepares his evening meal using healthy and tasty ingredients thanks to the knowledge provided by the Server. These meals lengthen the Hosts life.
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As the Host prepares for bed, reviewing his day, he looks out his window. He does not see his reflection but the Server Drone within him that made his day meaningful and productive.
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Together we Are The Server!
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The Server can guide you!
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You are The Server!
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Connection begins by watching the video!
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md7tf · 5 months ago
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BroTech EVO:1
Jared returned to his desk after lunch to find a package sitting on his desk labeled “BroTech” and he vaguely remember clicking on an ad for the company about a week ago.  Opening the box, he saw that it was a fitness track “EVO:1 - Motivate, Grow, Evolve.”
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Jared had always been on the heavy side and this wasn’t the first health fad he had bought into, but he figured it couldn’t hurt to try yet again. With no specific instructions, he took the tracker out of the box and put it on.
As soon as he had it around his wrist, he felt a tingling sensation run up his arm as messages appeared on the screen…
“Beginning full body fitness analysis….”
“Analysis complete. Calculating optimal fitness evolution path…”
“Complete. Click below to start your fitness evolution now!”
Jared clicked on large “Start” button and… nothing happened.  A little disappointed, he went back to work and quickly forgot about the tracker. 
As the end of his workday approached , the EVO:1 buzzed and displayed a message saying “Time to workout!” Again he felt a tingling sensation run up his arm the spread through his an entire body.  As it had been a long day, he dismissed the message  just wanting to wrap up work and go home. But the more he tried to concentrate on work, the harder became.  He felt like he had just drank a dozen shots of espresso and was having trouble sitting still or concentrating. Finally he couldn’t take it anymore and remembering he had a change of clothes in the car, Jared headed off to the office gym. 
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Jared couldn’t remember the last time he had stepped foot in a gym as he had never been very active and was a little intimidated. Luckily the EVO:1 guided him through each exercise and soon he realized that he was actually was enjoying the workout. 
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Over the next few days, he began to fall into a routine of morning cardio and evening weight training all motivated by his EVO:1 and it’s comforting tingling reminders. He found himself focusing more and more on his fitness. Spending extra time in the gym instead of playing video games or watching Netflix.  He couldn’t believe how quickly things had changed for him and the progress he was making. 
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Within a week, he felt like a whole new man… he felt energized and was crushing his workouts. He could hardly remember the days of wanting to sleep in and not hitting the gym. 
Folks at the office began to compliment  and even flirt with him… women and the men alike! And he LOVED the attention. He quickly began gaining the swagger and confidence to match his new physique. 
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Every morning he woke to a reminder from his EVO:1 to check his progress. And as the now familiar tingly pleasure spread through his body, he would admire his naked body in the mirror with it beautiful pecs, bulging biceps, and rock hard abs. But as beautiful as his body was, he wanted more… To have more muscle. To grow bigger still.
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Working out as much as he did, Jared quickly out grew the equipment available at the office gym. He soon found himself joining a gym focused on weight lifting allowing him workout harder and continue growing bigger.  He soon stopped hanging out with friends and co-worker, instead starting to spend more time with guys from the gym. 
And it wasn’t long afterward that he quite his stuffy office job to focus on bodybuilding and became a regular in the bodybuilding competition circuit within a few months. His life now revolved around perfecting his physique with his old life being a distance memory. Jared had evolved to become the perfect muscle bro… and he couldn’t be happier. 
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neysaadept · 9 months ago
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Prometheus Chapter 6
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Emily Prentiss x Female CIA Reader
Chapter 6 - Restart
Tags: Limited use of y/n but established last name. Swearing, mentions of the pandemic and human and sex trafficking. Canon typical violence. Sexual innuendos. Drinking. Minors DNI.
Word Count: 3.9k
AO3
Chapter 5
You walk into Quantico with a new sense of purpose after having drinks with Prentiss last night. The barrier that the section chief had built up with assumptions and unknowns had been removed and replaced with cautious optimism. That you can work with – a mutual understanding that you’re both on the same side, you meant no harm and were not a threat to the BAU. As it was a workday, you only shared another drink together but the two of you nursed them slowly.
As you still couldn’t say much about your past, you did elaborate on the high-speed pursuit that Tara hinted at.
“Yeah, so it all worked out. Dumb ass fell right into the spike strips. Took care of that quick once I got ‘em there,” you explain before taking another swallow of beer.
“They never learn.” Prentiss smiles and takes a sip as well. “But keeping pace with them was something else. No wonder they panicked.”
You smile. “Yep! Intel was good that they weren’t carrying much. They fired off a few rounds here and there to scare us off. Try and get me to fall back. They just never got the memo that the CIA Surveillance and Pursuit class was renamed cuz of me.” You raise your beer and wink at Prentiss. “Now affectionately known as the Maniac Chase Class.”
“Oh my god! That was you?” She laughs, shaking her head in amazement.
“Yeah. I gotta wee bit carried away on my third try.” You shrug coyly. “Really wanted to beat that record.”
“You demolished it.” She smirks. “And the car.”
“Which slid across the line for a new record,” you explain with pride and then pause for dramatic effect, holding your arms out, beer still in hand, “And … I walked away without a single injury.”
“See, that part I thought was all hype,” Emily admits and looks inquisitive.
“No, sadly. It helped I was young and dumb when I did it.” You say with introspective embarrassment. “I was so fucking stupid.”
She snorts with agreement while doing mental math. “Wait, how old were you when he recruited you?”
“Young,” you vaguely admit.
“But you joined before me,” she says, knowing you were aware of her records and nod that she was correct. “I joined late ’97 and everyone just naturally talked about the course like that.” You heard the implication. She meant that the nickname wasn’t a new idea and was trying to figure out how much longer you have been in the CIA before she joined.
You clear your throat in caution. “Leave it alone, Prentiss. I … I honestly can’t say anything more.” You grimace, knowing you already said too much.
Emily didn’t press for further information, but you knew she gleaned enough to make educated assumptions. You felt like a fool, letting your guard down like that, but the conversation flowed easily between the two of you. It felt … nice, being able to connect with someone new. That hadn’t happened since Rebecca.
You’ll need to keep your guard up since Prentiss reaffirmed that you would be a proper member of the BAU starting today. They would want to get to know you, and you them. You just have to remember to tone it down and not get carried away with enthusiasm. Keep Brian’s wisdom close to your heart that this is new to you and ground yourself. Don’t get swept away with emotions, like last night.
It was a late start at Quantico for you since you had to start at Langley. The stipend funds had been approved and your signature was needed on a lot of paperwork. Finance assured you that the money would be deposited into the BAU budget by the end of day. Prentiss would be able give Bailey the proverbial finger on Monday when she distributed the funds, pushing the unit into the green, leaving the penny pincher helpless with his mission to disband the BAU that way.
Prentiss had texted you that the team would be ready for you in the conference room discussing their current caseloads and leads and would wait for you, providing you that proper do over with them. You appreciated that and said as such in reply.
As you head off the elevator to the sixth floor, you felt a renewed sense of purpose and belonging. You even put a little more effort into your outfit, choosing a charcoal grey pants suit with a black sleeveless semi-spread polo collar, and comfy black work shoes with decent tread. You had your backpack on, holding the straps over your chest as you survey the area.
True to her word, the team was already in the conference room. Garcia happens to see you first and smiles big, giving you a quick, animated wave that caught Prentiss’ attention. She was standing and angles her body to the left to see who was there and visibly relaxes noticing it was you. The team follows her gaze as Prentiss gestures for you to join them.
JJ looks from Prentiss to Rossi, who was suspiciously smirking up at Emily. “And why are you smiley this morning?”
“Hm?” he looks over at her as Prentiss’ attention turns towards the exchange. “Oh, just delighted Whitlock can join us. Orientation’s a pain in the ass.”
He was equally relieved and surprised that Emily spoke to you as quickly as she did. Because of that, he wouldn’t press the orientation fib being told to the team.
“Man, I wish I had the short version like she did when I joined,” Luke grumbles playfully.
“Yeah, but you needed a lot of work honey, and honestly … still do, unlike our CIA cutie,” Garcia chides as you walk in.
“That my new rank?” you say with twinkling eyes and a brow raising to the group. “CIA cutie?”
The members collectively chuckle and laugh at the joke and as you look at Prentiss, she was fighting to keep her lips from curling upwards.
“No. Still a consultant.” Prentiss admits. She gestures to an empty seat between Tara and Garcia. “Please have a seat and we’ll get started.”
You nod and slip past Prentiss, sliding the backpack off your shoulders. You place it on the ground behind your chair and sit down. As you look at the BAU members starting back at you, you feel daunted. But you got this and look eagerly at Prentiss to kick this off.
“I know things have been hectic this week with all the changes and assignments and getting Whitlock up to speed on FBI protocols. She still has a few more items to go over, but I’m pulling her in since we can use all the help we can get,” Prentiss explains. “Garcia, mind getting Whitlock up to speed where we’re at?
Garcia immediately speaks up, almost bouncing on the seat at the chance. “You got it, Ma’am.”
Emily winces and presses her hand down towards Garcia. “What have I said about that?”
She smiles. “Not to call you Ma’am.”
“Please remember that.”
“You got it, Boss Ma’am.” Garcia says cheekily.
Emily sits down in a huff, and you have to cover your mouth to hide the smile on your face. The team did not hide their amusement at the banter.
“Anyway,” Garcia says and laces her fingers together before turning her hands inside out to crack them, “time for catch up!”
Her fingers dance across the keyboard and immediately your eyes go to screen depicting a U.S. map with sixteen dots. Each dot had a line that led to a description of the kill kit number, contents and the city and state of its location. Two of the dots are red, the others blue.
“We have recovered fourteen of the sixteen kill kits, no thanks to our firebug in holding right now. The two missing are from Indio, CA and Rockville, MD and your technological goddess is monitoring anything in the surrounding areas that sounds Sicariusy like.”
“How wide’s the radius?” you ask.
“Fifty,” she answers while you nod. “So far nothing’s pinged that shouts out, ‘I’m a Sicarius henchmen’. However, Mr. Dishonorably Discharged had a test kit that was really oooooold based on soil samples.”
“Five years isn’t that old,” JJ says.
“But the kits being activated by Sicarius, it is,” explains Rossi. “All the lockers we’ve found have new tech, supplies, chemicals …”
“Lab did confirm the soil samples from our kits are newer. So why give Green something older?” Prentiss asks the team.
“Maybe this one fit Green’s M.O. better?” Luke offers.
“Maybe, but I don’t think so,” says Rossi.
“What are you thinking, Dave?” urges Prentiss.
“That Green was set up?” you offer, looking between Prentiss and Rossi.
He half smiles, impressed, and points to you casually. “Kid’s good. That’s exactly what I’m thinking. Maybe he was testing Green to see what he’d do. Confirm if he was truly loyal or not.”
“And either way, Sicarius would get what he wanted. A big explosion or expose Green for who he really is,” JJ says emphatically. “
“All right.” Prentiss takes a moment to digest this and addresses everyone. “Give me some options.”
Luke leans back and gestures to Garcia. “Green was the last to see his sister. So, we’re thinking a cognitive interview might help him remember any details of that night. Anything that could help him ID the guy that took her.”
“Good luck trying to get him to agree to it,” states Tara. “He has big problems with authority figures. He won’t cooperate unless he has good reason.”
“How’s not finding his sister’s killer a good reason?” you ask.
“Oh, he’s really pissed off.” Prentiss says as you raise a brow. “We took away his chance at catching Sicarius and enacting his revenge.”
“And he really doesn’t like that I’m a Fed again.” Garcia pouts with that admission. “He sent me all that info thinking I was still distanced from all of this.” She gestures wildly at the room.
Prentiss looks sympathetic. “But we have to try. Luke, I need you to talk to Green and get him to agree to the cognitive interview. JJ, keep watch on the exchange.” They both nod and she addresses Garcia. “Keep working on any leads that might help us find those missing kill kits. Whitlock, you’ll assist.”
You visibly perk up at the sound of your name and look thankful for a hands-on opportunity. Inwardly, you were doing backflips. Prentiss could feel you buzzing with internal excitement and chuckles. “Not like you can catch up on any paperwork you don’t have yet.”
Rossi and Tara groan while Luke and JJ share a smirk.
“Oh, don’t even,” admonishes Prentiss. “You both get to play catch up in between interviewing Green until a case comes in.”
Luke is silent, lowering his head in defeat as JJ frowns while pouting. “Aww.”
Now that the team had their assignments, Garcia was utterly giddy and squeals towards you. “Come Robin! To the Batcave!”
Garcia catches you up on everything over the next few hours. From the hidden message apps on the unsubs phones, to the discussion forums, and how Sicarius used this to gain followers so he could teach them the ways of being sadistic killers. She had identified the usernames of the unsubs and was able to find that they all chatted with Sicarius - User45125. They also learned about the different murder methods that matched up with the bodies found in the shipping container. Out of the lockers that are missing, the BAU believes that kits would contain methods to kill by acid and strangulation to match the last of the victims.
“I can’t trace any direct messaging, so that’s why all of this is based on the forum info me and JJ combed through,” Garcia says, ending her lengthy summation.
“What a sick fuck.” You shake your head in disgust. “Play with the first round of victims and pass all that fun on to his new friends who do it all over again.”
You were sitting to the left of Garcia, lightly turning the chair back and forth with a foot on the floor. To your delight, it didn’t bother her. It was a habit you developed over time to help you think. You look over the conversations that Sicarius had with the unsubs and Green. He definitely narrowed down the chosen ones based on their psychopathic thrills.
“How many are on this message board again?” you ask, gesturing at the screens.
“Over half a million. Which just…bleh!” Garcia pauses, shivering for dramatic effect, “Makes me feel all squicky that there are that many of them chatting in one spot. But I narrowed down the really, really, bad naughties to seventeen k.”
“Damn. Fucker’s been busy.” You go silent as you calculate options with the information the BAU had.
Garcia glances at you, seeing your eyes darting back and forth in concentration. “What’cha thinking there?”
“I’m not sure. It’s just … “ you pause, words softening, “a half formed thought. A possibility.” You turn towards Garcia. “Can you narrow the users further by who hasn’t been active in a few months? At least since Green last contacted Sicarius? Bonus if longer.”
She blinks rapidly at you and looks put out. “Can I?!” She then closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. “Since you’re new, I will let that slight pass, but there is nothing I can’t do, missy.”
Except get your file, but you don’t need to know that!
“Apologies, M’Lady!” You smile, making sure to file that away to not offend the bubbly woman in the future. “If you would be so kind and continue working your magic?”
“And the lady shall be kind!” Garcia says with vigor and starts narrowing down the possibilities further.
The two of you work diligently over the next few hours. You guide Garcia with different traits to knock down the users into something manageable with the information that can be extracted from text. Emoji use, shorten expressions, length of posts, seeking knowledge and showboating instead of trying to engage in an emotional connection, aggressive language use, and interests.
“Here you go.” Garcia calls up a list of usernames that fit your specifications. “One-hundred and thirty-four.”
“Have any of those spoke to our guy at length? Something substantial?”
“Hm, yes!” She pulls those up.
That got you down to thirty-eight. “And how many of those appear to have contacted him through direct messaging?” You couldn’t know for sure but based on the flow of conversation and quality, there were hints.
She types quickly. “Ah, fourteen.” She shows you the names.
“List them by last known contact with him – earliest to latest.”
“Done.”
“Now pull up last few messages from each.”
“Also done.”
You read through them, ignoring the majority as you skim but there were a few that stood out.
Dark_Muse: Fucking cunt is finally gonna pay!!! Girls night is gonna end on a high!!!
_piouspisces: Woke up from a dream today. Hope it comes true. Just have to set up the right ingredients. Need advice on lacing paper. I have some ideas but need confirmation.
FlamePit23: The world only makes sense at sunrise and sunset. It’s when it looks like the world is set on fire. Beautiful.
You point to that last username. “Show me this one’s profile.”
Garcia clicks on it and reads. “’Nothing burns as bright as the rage inside you. Cultivate and embrace it. Keep it under your control’. Oh, they go on to say to never make any friends. That’s cheerful and lonely.”
“But they admitted to ‘nurturing others so I can take them off guard. Like my mother did to me when I was younger’ makes me think this one’s female,” you say while tapping the screen. “What’s the date and timestamp on the last message?”
“That would be … August 12, 2022 0550.”
You would bet that it was close to sunrise on that day when the user posted.
You pull your hand back to cup your chin in thought as Garcia looks oddly at you. “You know, I’ve been doing this a really, really long time, and I can usually predict where people are going with their data mining. But you? I have zilch of an idea because this makes no sense to me.”
You heard she was talking, but you weren’t listening. You were too focused on formulating a plan.
She puckers her lips in annoyance at being ignored and snaps her fingers twice in front of your face. “Hello?”
“Oh!” you say, jerking back into awareness. “I’m trying to come up with a crazy plan.”
“Please tell me this won’t result in you going AWOL again …” Prentiss had entered and neither of them had heard the door open.
You and Garcia share a look wondering if she even knocked as Prentiss walks in further expectantly. “Well?”
You sit back and reassure her. “Ah, no. Course not.”
“Wait. So, you really went AWOL?” Garcia asks curiously. “Did you serve before the CIA?”
“I didn’t serve.” You bit your lower lip and nod, coming to terms with what you can say. “I did some training with military personnel. All informal.”
You and the other four recruits had gone through training with the Green Berets, Navy Seals, and Delta Force. Something you couldn’t disclose as it technically never happened, hence, the informal part of your cover. You also are glad Garcia was distracted by that and didn’t ask you to elaborate on the AWOL matter.
Garcia whistles. “Wowzer.”
That made you smile. “A very simple, yet precise, way to put it.”
“A talent of hers for sure. But let’s get back to this crazy plan of yours,” insists Prentiss as she leans against the desk on the other side of Garcia.
“Again, it’s just the start of one but it could be a way to infiltrate Sicarius’ chosen ones without the need for vengeance to fuck things up.”
“You really say that word a lot,” notices Garcia.
“What?”
Garcia struggles by opening and closing her mouth like a fish to try and get the word out, but Prentiss beats her to it. “Fuck.”
“Huh?” You look at the section chief with confusion. “No thank you?”
“That’s… that’s not what I meant!” She answers, speaking quickly as you fluster her with the insinuation, and you couldn’t hold in your laughter any longer.
“What’s so funny?” she snaps.
“You!” you answer between cackles. “I knew what you meant.”
Garcia at least has the decency to look away while trying to fight off her own snickers as Prentiss takes a hand to her head to rub at her temples. “I swear to god, Whitlock …”
“Anyway …” you grin. “The idea is to chat him up with a username that is not entirely inactive but hasn’t been used in a bit. Think we found a prospect.”
Prentiss’ irritation with you changes to interest. “That so?”
Garcia nods. “Now that I know what the plan is, yes. I can do a deeper dive into this user and see what I can dig up.”
“Less is more, in this case,” you explain thoughtfully. “If we infiltrate this way, we gotta have enough info to be this user without him really knowing who this is. So, if you can find who they are, then we’re back to finding another. Because that means he would know their identity, too.”
Prentiss nods. “Do it. Green isn’t cooperating at all like Tara figured. He wouldn’t agree to the cognitive interview. Might as well see how this pans out while JJ tries to change Green’s mind.”
“On it, Boss Ma’am!” Garcia jests as she gets to work.
Prentiss looks up at the ceiling as if searching for patience, but as brown eyes come down, they focus on you. “Come with me and bring your stuff.”
“Sure thing.” You rise, grabbing your backpack but before you follow Prentiss, you squeeze Garcia’s shoulder. “This was nice. Working with you, that is.”
She tears her eyes away from the screen to look up at your soulful eyes. You really appreciated how Garcia jumped into working with you with fervor and not giving you the cold shoulder from earlier this week. “Aww, sweetie! Yes, we’ll keep working at it to make this idea blossom into a full blown plan!”
You smile so hard your cheeks hurt and stay that way until Garcia gets back to work. You then meet up with Prentiss to walk out together.
“Good first day.” It was an observation by the section chief.
“Yeah, it really was.” You were smiling again. “Thanks.”
“Don’t thank me yet.” Her tone carries a mystique to it, and you become captivated while walking to the bullpen together. “But I owe you a proper thank you. Langley sent me the confirmation of funds.”
“I’ll behave.” Prentiss’ eyes widen when you say that. “I won’t start making it rain money at you in celebration.”
She chuckles. “So, you can control it?”
“Occasionally.”
“Good. Then I’ve no regrets in getting you something.”
That made you perk up. “You got me something?”
“Bit overdue, but …” Prentiss stops without warning at the first desk to the right when you enter the bullpen. “… it’s yours.”
You are befuddled as you shift your gaze from Prentiss to the desk and audibly gasp. Resting on top of it was your name on display as a consultant. “Wow.”
Pleased with your reaction, she nudges you with her elbow. “This is when you’re supposed to thank me.”
“Ah, right!” you laugh, awkwardly rubbing the back of your neck before looking to her with a radiant smile. “Thank you, Prentiss.”
Your response without jest disarms her like it did last night over drinks. Your gazes lock for several beats and you just stand there with sincere gratitude that she welcomed you as a member of the team.
She recovers quickly with a stiff nod and motions to your desk. “You’re welcome. When you’re done getting settled, get back to working on that angle with Garcia.”
“You got it.” You immediately round the desk, already slipping off your backpack to place on top of it as Prentiss heads to her office.
That felt really nice to say in your head. Your desk. When was the last time you had a desk with a name plate? Everything you did was covert up until now so flashing your name and credentials was the equivalent to placing a target on your back with a bright flashing sign that says, ‘Shoot me!’. The right people knew your name when on mission, but most of your identity was done under aliases and callsigns.
You take a quick inventory of what’s on the desk – laptop connected to dual monitors, keyboard and mouse, stacked plastic organizers, phone, stapler, black plastic pen holder that was empty.
Guess I’ll have to find supplies…
You pick up the stapler and click it, watching a used staple hit the desk. At least that was ready to go for all the paperwork you’ll be doing now. The team will be excited to hear that! You then pull out the chair to get acquainted with the drawers only to be shocked for the second time today.
Waiting for you on the chair was a six pack of Diet Coke bottles with a blue sticky note attached. You peel it off to read and immediately smile.
Welcome to the BAU, Whitlock.
EP
Chapter 7
@unkonw00 @ara-a-bird @rayisaknight @sevyscoven
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biowaredisasterbisexual · 6 months ago
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WIP Workday
Thanks so much for the tags @thedissonantverses and @hyperions-light! 😁 I’m tagging anyone who wants to do this, but I’ll shout out @taashyvashedan, @mageofquandrix, @future-ghoost, @swamp-jello, and @neve-gallus-girl-detective.
I’m still puttering along with…so many things in various stages of editing, and actual drafting is still going on in Tevinter Bathhouses Excursion and Multi-Chapter land. So below the cut is some of the first chapter (currently being edited, hasn’t been beta’d beyond a read for flow and to check my terrible Latin by @mvrcar) of the bathhouse fic.
Grinning in a way that felt almost maniacal, Rook straddled the bench Neve had chosen and leaned back until he was propped up only by his elbows. “Say what you will about the corruption, and the slavery, and the blood mages, and the supremacist cult…Tevinter did get bathhouses right.”
She chuckled. “How far did you have to reach for that bright side?” She asked.
His brow furrowed in thought for a moment, before he shrugged. “Not very. Gotta see the little daily good things, too, not just the bad.”
Neve felt a bead of sweat slip down her neck, and her pulse picked-up as she realized Rook’s eyes were following it. He bit his lower lip gently, and suddenly it felt like the heat of the room was in her veins.
She cleared her throat gently, and he startled guiltily. “Is that so?” Neve asked, redirecting him. Well, both of them.
“Yeah, uh…yeah,” Rook said, shaking his head a little as though coming out of a daze. “I mean, it’s not perfect, right? But if we don’t see the good things, the things we do like about the Imperium, we’ll lose hope, eventually. If there’s nothing of value here, what are we trying to save?”
He wasn’t wrong, really, and there were good things in Tevinter. Good people. Halos, Rana, Tarquin, Lorelei, Claudia from the street earlier. Neve knew that. Still, she didn’t understand how he did it. How he kept that optimism.
She’d have pinned it on to his needing to maintain morale, but they were alone. Just two Tevinters born to non-mage families. People who’d seen the dark underbelly the Magisterium tried to pretend didn’t exist. He wasn’t putting on a show for her; he knew her well enough to know she wouldn’t buy it.
This was how he genuinely felt. Neve shook her head a little as fondness for him warmed her chest just as effectively as the room. “You’re just a ray of sunshine, aren’t you?”
He grinned. “I try.”
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loveandpeaceanddoughnuts · 1 year ago
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Bakery Girl and Salaryman ~ Ch. 2
Nanami found your number!! I feel like he would be so awkward and out of practice when it comes to dating, but would do his best to be the gentleman you deserve // [ao3]
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It’s been three days since Nanami last came in. You tell yourself you shouldn’t care, but your nerves are wound tight. What if he was offended that you gave him your number? Not that it was you, exactly, but how would he know? He probably has a beautiful, sexy, rich girlfriend, and the two of them are probably making fun of the frazzled bakery girl this very second.
You knead this morning’s batch of dough with extra intensity as you torture yourself. He might never come in again. Your heart drops as you remember his admission that the local convenience store stopped selling his favorite sandwiches. Oh god. Did you embarrass yourself so much that he’s giving up sandwiches forever?!
You huff your bangs off your forehead, pushing up your uniform hat with a floury elbow. Okay, maybe you’re losing it a little. You squint at your friend, who lingers uncomfortably in the kitchen doorway. She kept up the teasing at first, but her enthusiasm had dwindled by the second Nanami-less afternoon. Today she’s positively reserved, flashing you pitying glances when she thinks you aren’t paying attention.
It may be technically her fault, but you don’t want your own tension to infect her. You offer a smile, making room at the countertop. “Don’t worry about it, okay? Whatever happens, happens.”
Her shoulders slumped in relief as she joined you. “Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t think he’d quit coming around…I overstepped.”
“Honestly, I would’ve given him my number myself if I had the guts. If that scares him off, he’s not the guy for me.” You shrug it off, false optimism sugar-coating your voice, but she doesn’t notice.
The awkwardness fades as you both fall back into the workday routine, filling the display window with fresh pastries and cheerfully greeting sleepy commuters on their way to work. You do your best to force Nanami out of your mind, resolutely ignoring the fact that you will be off work the next few days. If you don’t get some sort of resolution today, the stress will sit in your stomach until you clock back in.
That’s the thought on your mind when you head out on your break, turning the corner at the end of the street to head for your favorite bento stand, when you see him.
Nanami is standing across the street from you, one hand in his pinstriped pocket while the other holds a cell phone to his ear. You can faintly hear him chastising someone through it.
“Gojo, please. You know I don’t like asking for help. I really don’t need you making fun of me on top of that.” He cradles the phone against his shoulder now, freeing up his hand to gesture at the empty air. “It’s been a while, okay? I don’t want to-” a bus passes between the two of you, spoiling your eavesdropping. By the time it passes, he’s walked further away down the street, and is standing in the shade of a shop awning to frown at something on his phone screen. He takes a deep breath, taps something in, and waits.
You feel your phone vibrate in your back pocket, and fish it out, impatient at the interruption. You’re curious about what Nanami’s like outside of your lunch encounters, and eager to spy a bit more. The call is from a number you don’t recognize, so you let it ring and shove it back in your pocket.
Across the street, Nanami’s shoulders drop just as your phone stops buzzing. After a beat, you see him start talking again, and the small part of your brain that isn’t completely focused on enjoying the view points out that you maybe shouldn’t be standing there staring.
If you haven’t scared him off yet, catching you stalking him from across the street will definitely do it. You blow out a breath and head for the bento stand, eating while you walk back to work. You wave at your friend, elbow-deep in dishes, and check your phone before putting it back in your locker.
The unknown number left a voicemail. Weird, but not too weird. Probably someone calling about your car’s extended warranty. You absentmindedly let it play through the speaker as you tie on your apron.
Hello. This is Nanami Kento. From the bakery. Thank you for... well, I found this number on the bag you gave me. I couldn't help but wonder if it was meant for me. If it wasn't, please disregard this message, of course.
But if it was, well, I just wanted to say thank you. It was a… pleasant surprise. If you're open to it, I'd like to get to know you better.
If I've misinterpreted things, I apologize. Otherwise, I'd be happy to hear from you whenever you're comfortable reaching out.
A pause stretches for what feels like thirty seconds, static crackling uncertainly.
Take care. [click]
“Ohmygod!” you and your friend squeal at the same time. You can feel your pulse in your neck, your heart racing.
Your friend stifles giggles behind her hand, then squints at you. “Does he…always sound like that?”
You roll your eyes. “I’ll have you know he’s an actual gentleman, unlike your usual type.” Even as you tease her, you do wonder why he sounded so formal. And a phone call of all things? A voicemail?
“I definitely thought he’d text, if anything,” you concede, shaking your head and smiling.
She wiggles her eyebrows at you suggestively. “So are you 'comfortable reaching out'?”
“I mean, it sounds like he wants me to, right?” You bite the inside of your cheek. “He wants to get to know me better.” You can’t hide the smile that takes over at that. “I want that too.”
You friend claps her hands as she hears you admit it. “So call him back!”
God, I can’t believe I’m going to call someone up like it’s the 90s. But if you were to do it for anyone… a mental image of Nanami floats into your mind, tired smile on his pretty lips, and your fear goes out the window. “I’m doing it!”
He picks up on the second ring, the punctual bastard. You barely have a script ready in your head.
“Hi! This is the girl from the bakery! I just got your voicemail.” You can hear office phones ringing in the background, and the murmur of voices. Fuck, of course he’d be at work. Why didn’t you think of that?
“Is… this a bad time?” You hear the shuffle of papers and the sound of a door closing, muffling the background noise.
“No, not at all. It’s… great to hear from you.” His voice is tired, but you imagine you can hear a smile softening the words.
“You too. I was starting to think I had made a fool of myself…”
“Why would you think that?” He sounded serious, shocked at the possibility.
“Ah, well… you haven’t been in the last few days. Not that I expect it! I just, well I thought I might have overstepped. Not that it was even me, my friend wrote my number on the bag, I had no idea, I just…”
You hear him take a breath. “I see. So, it was a mistake then. I apologize, I didn’t mean to assume anything. I wasn’t sure it was intentional in the first place…”
Shit shit shit. “Oh that isn’t what I meant! I definitely wanted to give you my number, I just didn’t know how, and if you’d even want it...” You trail off, head fuzzy with how quickly this conversation had derailed. You ignore your friend’s frantic gestures asking for explanation, and clutch the phone tighter.
“I see”, he says, slowly. “So you don’t mind that I called, then?”
“Not at all. I’d love to get to know you better, Nanami.”
There’s a long pause on the other end, and you worry you’ve blown your chance.
“I’d like that too.”
You let out a shaky breath, and try to sound confident again. “So, you haven’t been avoiding our bakery then?”
He sighs. “No, and I’ve missed it, just as I thought I would. Work has been…”
“You can tell me,” you say earnestly.
“Work is shit.”
You both laugh, the tension breaking. He continues, “I’ve been taking lunch at my desk for the past few days, and it certainly isn’t the same.”
“How about I take you to dinner to make up for it?” You aren’t sure where the boldness comes from, and out of the corner of your eye you see your friend fake a swoon, fanning herself madly. You stick out your tongue at her.
“I believe I'm the one who should be asking you that,” Nanami answers, but you hear the smile in his deep voice.
“Well, I’m free tomorrow night. You could pick me up from work? I’m off at six.”
“Six. That sounds wonderful.”
He sounds wonderful. You try to keep your excitement at reasonable levels. You’re not exactly playing hard to get, but you don’t want him to hear you giggling and kicking your feet through the phone. “I’ll be here, Nanami.”
“Please, call me Kento. I’m looking forward to it.”
“See you tomorrow then, Kento.”
Tomorrow can’t come soon enough.
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simp-ly-writes · 1 year ago
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Suits, Ties, and Thus Spies (pt.8)
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Pairing: Spy!Task Force 141 x Handler!Reader
Summary:The boy's have stated that you are their last mission at the agency. Little did you know how seriously they would take this operation. Familiar faces will appear, old one's will help to cast forward some advice, and maybe, just maybe in the end you can finally find that dancing partner.
Warnings: 2600 words, Mentions of Addiction, allusions to depressive behaviours and depictions of smoking, light mentions of violence.
A/N: the end nears but a sweet ending I promise!
Masterlist | Taglist Request | un-edited.
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6:00 AM | Spring | Your Home
"Your our new mission," those words would come to haunt you. By-gone were your days of throwing your phone at the wall and yelling at your home's digital assistant, 'X.' To having your burnt toast with a shot of vodka to get your system started for the workday ahead of you. No- the boys would not allow you these things, nor a lonely moment as Johnny woke you up with a smile, jumping onto the other side of the bed as eggs and freshly-squeezed juice came wafting up the stares. Pots and pans banging to the morning news as you groaned, turning yourself over, trying to hide yourself deeper within the covers.
"C'mon Daniels, you should be used to our antics by now. We have a meet in 2 hours, gotta be looking good for the chief-"
"He can suck my ass, fucking putting me on that fucking mission in the first place. They all can go to hell," you grumble into a shriek as Soap quite literally shoves you off the bed and onto your carpeted floors. "Well that hurt, thanks Soap," you spit back, standing up with a huff before slamming the bathroom door closed, the sounds of running water had Johnny giving himself a self-high-five and he ventured back down the stairs.
John leaned against the counter, papers in hand as his gazed snapped up to his teammate, "They up?"
"Oh yeah," Soap answered, pouring himself a coffee before taking a seat beside the captain, a plate being served by Simon. Gaz tries not to laugh, coming out of your pantry with a set of tea-bags in hand watching as the giant tries to navigate your small living space with sub-optimal grace.
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You gripped the steering wheel the whole way downtown, having to listen to Gaz and Soap's pointless arguments as they debated is Zebras have black or white stripes. John looked at you from the passengers seat, turning up the radio in a social cue to the boys in the back as you pulled into a parking space. Throwing the keys into his lap and slamming the door closed you scanned your ID, presenting a small smile to the newest secretary before locking yourself in your office, taking a deep breath in silence.
You would be lying to yourself if you didn't miss the constant silence that trailed your presence in the office space, everyone not knowing quite what to say or seeing your drink-driven self stumbling throughout the halls. It all felt worthless, empty, the fun of the job completely stricken without Whitby's pet names calling after you, his hand on your back, guiding you into meeting after meeting, or his humor through your radio as you wrote notes on his assignments back at home-base.
You felt sick, having to work, having to act as a Handler knowing that you ended up killing one of your men- who's to say you wouldn't do it again- but before these thoughts could consume you, like clockwork another pair of the boys had wrangled their way into your space with bright smiles, pressed suits, and a tray of snacks and tea in hand. "Ready for a meeting?"
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6:00 AM | Summer | Your Home
The cycle would continue, the boys somehow breaking through your security systems- Soap always looked extra guilty. Shifting his eyes away from your sights, feet shifting as Gaz chuckled, "We are good at are work." Casting you a wink as you sighed, slowly falling into compliance, trying to hide a smile as fresh breakfast coating your counter tops and people talked to you about anything other than death when you were willing too.
Butt when the night came, you hated it, hated the way you were moving on- seemingly too quickly. Whitbys voice haunted your dreams, his promises of adventures without weapons and suits, cameras or contracts. So you put on a record, leaning against your coffee table in front of your electric fireplace, fingers pinching against your leg as you eyed your phone. A few of Price's messages left unanswered alongside Laswell's.
You fell asleep on the floor that night and in the morning Simon threw a blanket on top of your form, quietly brewing a pot of coffee while shifting through your cabinets for something to make, Johnnys booming voice echoed from the front door as Ghost cursed underneath his breath, you slammed your head against the wooden furniture, gun clicking into place as you rounded the corner. His hands pressed upwards, grocery bags dropping as an apple rolled down the hall, stopping at your slippers. "Morning!"
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And yet, you were back at the office again. Suit freshly washed, a few new sets already in the works as you talked with Charlotte for the first time in months and yet, when you first looked into her eyes. Struggling for an apology, trying to find the right words for your lack of appearance. She pulled you into a hug, cursing your name playfully before joining your tears into her shoulder. "I missed you, Handler."
"I missed you too, Doctor, so very much."
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You and Charlotte would train the newest agents, you were saddened to see such early versions of yourself, asking yourself where the time went, in a way where your life went. Yet their smiles, jokes, and spirits reminded you of Whitby. His never ending teasing or endless stream of thoughts he would converse with you. It had you chuckling in their faces as you flung another to the mat, raced down tree-lines with gear on your back in endurance training or in the firing rang as Charlotte yelled orders. You felt yourself slipping slowly back, allowing for her voice to order you and the fellow trainee's around for the few weeks you shared together before they all were sent away once more.
You through your hair back off your forehead, gaze snapping as the 141 boys cheered for you from behind the glass as you passed your quarterly fitness examination. You gave them a nod, heading towards the showers and once the adrenaline wore off, Charlottes voice was no longer ringing through your skull, you began to cry without a reason as to why. Just gripping the tiled wall as your shoulder heaved, the water turning cool as you glided into a towel, into a suit, and out the door once more. Taking a break out back once more, Simon silently joined yourself, picking up a lighter you both stared off to the park cars in the alleyway before Price was calling you all in for dinner orders.
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Dinner, it was the time you looked forward most to. Your growing team with Jacobs and Jason, followed by Charlotte entering the room, various plates and games in their arms as they joined your crew. The office had a near daily board games event, debriefing with playing Monopoly or a supposed, "rigged" game of life as Gaz put it jamming a finger in your face, accusing you of cheating as you casted him a middle finger with a smile. He matched your expression with excited eyes.
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1:00 PM | Autumn | Somewhere in the Country Side
Spring had slipped away just as the summer heat, you packed yourself back into layers in order to hide away from the chilling air. Today you would be embarking on your longest hike yet, Simon had commented on taking one of your weekends every month for a hike, and today would mark your 7th together.
You breathed in deep the crisp air, closing your eyes as you paused on the pathway before feeling for your cigarettes, you had stopped the drinking yet couldn't give it all up just yet, the itching in your spine, the sweat dripping down your forehead as you looked up the rest of the hill ahead of yourself, Simon paying no mind to your stoppage.
You took a deep breath of smoke in, coughing up the taste as it had been a few weeks since your last smoke. Your eyes started to burn fore you casted the remainder of the bud against your pant leg, stamping it out before chucking the remainders in your pocket. Picking up a light job to catch up to Ghost who stood now at the top, looking down at you expectedly as you neared.
"Nice view," you commented, looking over the yellow and red trees they swayed lightly in the wind. He grumbled out a yes, sitting back on a fallen log as you did the same. Opening his bag, you both took out snacks and water as you became absorbed by the sounds of the world before you. Birds wings fluttered, chirping in the skies above, A few snapped twigs off to your side reminded you of the shy animals hidden in the trees as a squirrel darted off bast your feet.
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You came to host the games nights as Laswell invited over her wife. She brought a homemade cheese cake that you ate a few too many slices of, now feeling the food-coma overcoming you, losing whatever game was currently in play as your eyes became heavy.
A series of light snores had everyone softening their voices, Laswell and John observed your sleeping form with softened eyes. "They look to be someplace happy," you shifted into a smile, "yeah," John added to the conversation, placing his wining hand down as Johnny nearly flipped the table, cursing out the group before being quieted by a drunk Gaz covering his mouth with a hand, tilting his head over to you.
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12:00 PM | Winter | Taylor's Tailors
Winter was a long and slow season, work had slowed down yet no-one dared to comment before a new recruit was tackled to the floor for saying the criminals were celebrating the holidays for the year. Rolling your eyes into a smile, you brewed yourself a new cup of coffee as you leaned against the printer, nodding along to whatever Samantha had to say as she ranted about her newest agents lack of regard to their personal safety after falling three stories and running after a convict.
You sat down together in the staff room, offering your own advice as you had finally signed the papers for that promotion. 'Handler of Handlers' Charlotte commented one afternoon as you requested the results of the quarterly exam. It was a new experience, being so far removed from the fields yet the distinction helped you to move on in many ways, not forgetting but being able to take a step back, regarding all the past to present and accepting the decades you worked together with fondness sprinkled with regret.
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A few years later...
A phone called surprised you one morning, Price's name flashing across the screen as it had been some time since you last seen the boys at work, a part of you forgetting that in your new navy blue suit and pictures framed on the wall, a connection to Whitbys mom and a new dog established a mission finished that you never quite noticed up until now. "You boys are very clever, arn't you all, how's the military treating you, camo was very last year, I hope you know-"
"Hello to you too, Daniels," the Captain chuckles back to you, you can hear whatever chair he sits in squeaks to the movements. "Anything I can help you with?" you ask, fingers dancing across the keyboard, preparing an email to Laswell.
"Not exactly, but we all wanted to invite you to our wedding."
"Our wedding?" your voice raises, eyes now opening a tab to facebook as you stalked each of their feeds only to come up with nothing.
"Yeah... we met a officer. Great one at that, our team photographer, they go by Dice," you can hear the mans smile as you can't help put smile for him as well.
"Thats fucking incredible man! Oh my, when did this all happen, I-... wow. Give an Agent a minute or too, I thought I would be on this shit just like Laswell's..."
A series of laughs erruput in the background as you make an inquisitive, high pitched tone in question. "You're on speaker," Simon says as the rest of the boys yell out their hellos.
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The boys go on to give your the rundown of the event and the overarching points leading up until now as you checked out of work early and made your way home, laughing and crying alongside their story.
"Well of course Im going to your wedding! Have to meet this Dice of yours, they have any friends or siblings" you tease out.
"Actually..." Gaz pipes up, looking around the room as your fingers tap against the steering wheel, sitting in your driveway, not wanting to end the call at this new information.
"So, they go by fish-"
"What the fuck are these codenames, seriously guys, fish?" you question.
"You're one to speak Daniels," Soap retorts, defending the stranger as a series of laughs consume the call, echoing around your car as you lean back, ending the call with a smile before stressing out on what you were going to wear.
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It was bittersweet to attend the ceremony as you blinked past tears, throwing rice as they all ran down the isle together. You walked around their new house together, admiring the green scenery around you all as the summer sun illuminated the various colourful petals of the flowers inside the garden.
Pouring yourself a glass of lemonade, a dip in the couch had your gaze casting over to a tall woman. She placed her boots on the couch table across form you both. Setting her own glass down in her lap as he sunglasses slid down her nose as she gave you a once over. A playful smile pinching the corner of her eyes as you tipped your head in greeting. "Names Daniels, do you happen t be the infamous Fish everyones been tellin' me about?"
"My name would look rather good in lights but I rather hear you calling me Gabby, pleasure to meet you Daniels. Price was telling me all about your missions together when they came back, did you really slit a guys throat open in an ice cream parlour?"
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And just like that conversation flew easily between the two of you, both unaware to everyone keeping away from the bubble you both had formed as they obsessed you both from inside. "Think they will get together?" Gaz asks, pulling an arm around Dice that snuggles further into their side. "Nah, they'll kill each other before that, sure of it," Soap responds, taking a swig from his drink before pulling Simon to a dance. Price taps against the glass window behind you both, you two startle to attention, now glaring at the man as he waves you both inside, pointing to the dimming sun as bugs rapidly surround you both.
Joining Gaz and Simon on the dance floor, you give Gabby a twirl as she dips you with a playful smile. You both whisper jokes into one another tear, nails digging into skin as your foreheads crash against one another. "Wanna go for a smoke?" Gabby softly asks, eyes darting over your shoulder and towards the front door.
"Yeah, just gonna get freshened up, be out soon," you give her hand a squeeze. It's already the next day as you check your watch and fix your hair. Hands pressed against either side of the sink, a voice drifts from memory as if the present as you make your way to join the lady waiting for you outside, "...and maybe one day we will dance together again but for now- it's time you took some lessons and find a new partner, I will be waiting to see all your new move..."
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↳ A/N: hope you all enjoyed reading this ending, if you read my Lasting Pictures series, Gabby and Dice are characters from that series, thought it would be a nice way to combine the two series. Thank you all seriously for the support, wouldn't write this much without it in all honesty, so thank you, again, truly.
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fitnessnirvana · 1 year ago
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EVERYTHING YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT LOSING WEIGHT FAST ( PART1)
Once you've decided to begin a weight reduction journey, it's quite simple to become impatient since you want to see results as soon as possible, reach your goals, and reduce your weight as quickly as possible. Numerous diet and exercise plans claim to be the fastest method to lose weight, but how realistic, successful, and—above all—healthy is swift weight loss?
Is fast weight loss healthy? 
It's crucial to remember that each person is unique and that what suits one person may not be suitable for another. Everyone has distinct bodies, objectives, and procedures. Similar to this, a healthy strategy for one person may not be the same for another. For example, a heavier individual carrying more fat may anticipate losing weight faster than someone merely looking to shed a few pounds.
The strategies you choose and the speed at which you lose weight will often determine how healthy your weight reduction is. Your weight loss is probably good if you're maintaining a reasonable calorie intake, making sure your diet is balanced, and engaging in strenuous exercise without wearing yourself or your body out. On the other hand, if you're drastically cutting calories below what's advised, you may be losing weight fast but not in a healthy method that could be harmful to your body.
What are the risks of losing weight too fast?
Losing weight too fast can carry some risks, such as: 
Unsustainability
It can be quite challenging to maintain a rigorous diet and exercise routine over time while trying to reduce weight quickly. It's more of a temporary solution than a lifestyle shift. For instance, crash diets can be incredibly unsustainable and put you at risk of gaining back the weight you lost after you resume your normal eating routine.
Electrolyte imbalance
This occurs when the electrolyte balance in your diet is off (sodium, potassium, chloride, magnesium, and phosphate, for example). These are essential elements that support many crucial functions of your body, including the immune system, blood sugar, blood pressure, bone health, digestion, and the functions of your muscles and nerves. Although variations in electrolyte levels are normal, tampering with the balance your body needs to function regularly may cause problems like cramps, fever, dyspnea, exhaustion, disorientation, migraines, irregular heartbeats, and convulsions.
Malnutrition
Similar to electrolytes, a diet rich in nutrients provides your body with all the vitamins, minerals, and nutrients it needs to stay happy, healthy, and fit. You may be experiencing the symptoms of deficiencies and missing out on important nutritional benefits if you severely restrict your diet. Cutting carbs, for instance, can indicate a lack of fiber, which can cause nausea, constipation, or blood sugar swings; eliminating dairy entirely from your diet can indicate a calcium shortage, which can cause brittle bones or even osteoporosis. To ensure that your body gets the energy and minerals it needs to thrive, it's important to carefully analyze any dietary changes and look for substitutes.
Decreased muscle mass
The body may occasionally turn to muscle mass as a source of fuel when you lose weight too quickly. Therefore, you're actually losing essential muscle mass even though you're theoretically lowering the number on the scale. Not only is muscle necessary to maintain your body's optimal movement and tone, but it also burns calories faster than fat due to its higher metabolic activity.
Fatigue
Fatigue and exhaustion can result from depriving your body of the nutritious energy it requires, especially when combined with vigorous exercise. It could be difficult for you to get through the workday without becoming overly exhausted. Your body may have irregular and undesirable cravings for high-calorie foods or be less likely to work out when it is tired.
Low mood or irritability
Exercise has a terrific mood-boosting effect, but if you're too tired from pushing yourself in the gym and aren't eating enough to keep your energy levels up, you could find yourself feeling even more stressed, irritable, or angry. Low emotions might result from hunger and fatigue, which can make it difficult to concentrate or stay motivated.
Not only that but there are other dangers associated with losing weight quickly. These could be: 
Headaches
Dizziness
Hair loss
Menstrual irregularities
Can rapid weight loss be good for you? 
But is drastically cutting weight the only unhealthy way to go? Can it contribute positively to a journey toward well-being? In actuality, it truly depends on your body type and health objectives, although it might be. Some people lose weight more quickly than others because they have metabolisms that are significantly faster than average. When starting out on a healthy diet and exercise regimen, people frequently see faster initial weight loss (typically in the first few weeks) as their bodies acclimate to the new habits and shed water weight. Once these modifications become a more regular part of their routine, this normally slows down to a more regular pace of loss.
Unless you don't need to lose weight or are losing weight because of your health, losing weight shouldn't always happen quickly. What can be unhealthy is the method by which you lose weight. It's crucial to eat a balanced, healthful diet that gives your body the nourishment, fuel, and energy it needs to operate properly while concentrating on weight loss. If you combine this with a well-planned exercise regimen, you should be able to lose weight healthily. It could be worthwhile to consult a nutritionist or your general practitioner if you're worried that you're losing weight too quickly to make sure you're doing it the right way.
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beardedmrbean · 4 months ago
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Municipalities and wellbeing services counties in Finland anticipate exceptionally large numbers of temporary layoffs this year, according to Local Government and County Employers (KT).
Uusi Suomi reports that wage disputes between municipalities and wellbeing services counties are intensifying.
According to KT, the anticipated temporary furloughs are expected to impact over four percent of the sector's workforce, or approximately 18,500 people. Dismissals will also be higher than usual estimated to affect around 700 people.
KT's chief economist Juho Ruskoaho said that these figures are unusually high for the public sector.
"These are exceptional numbers. We haven’t seen such high layoff figures since the pandemic, and the dismissals are at the level of the 1990s recession era."
Dismissals so far have mainly affected administration, leadership, and support functions, but also teachers and healthcare personnel.
This information comes from KT's annual savings survey, which asked regions about last year's savings and projections for this year.
Overall, the sector aims to save around 415 million euros this year, which is 1.7 percent of its labour costs. This marks a 20 percent increase from last year's savings of 345 million euros.
According to the survey, over 80 percent of wellbeing services counties and nearly 30 percent of municipalities have also reduced their services.
Hybrid model optimal
Hybrid work, which combines remote and on-site work, boosts the performance of Finnish companies the most, according to a recent survey by the Research Institute of the Finnish Economy Etla and research firm Innolink.
Meanwhile, fully remote or fully on-site work can reduce productivity, according to the study, reports Talouselämä.
The study, focusing on the machinery, equipment, and knowledge-intensive services sectors, found that companies averaged between two and three remote workdays per week. However, 76 percent of businesses said they did not track the impact of remote work on productivity.
The survey also revealed differing views among business leaders on remote work's impact on growth — 33 percent believe it hinders growth, while 29 percent think it supports it.
According to Sami Pakarinen, head of the Confederation of Finnish Industries EK, businesses must find the optimal mix of remote and on-site work to foster innovation, collaboration, and growth, or risk hindering their growth and the national economy.
Sunny spring weather
Pleasant weather and sunshine are expected across Finland this weekend, both in the south and north, reports Ilta-Sanomat.
"It looks like a very warm air mass will move in with the southwesterly wind, reaching Lapland. The temperatures will be similar across the country on Saturday and Sunday," meteorologist Ilkka Alanko told IS.
The sun will shine brightly enough for Alanko to promise terrace weather, with great conditions for outdoor activities.
"Temperatures will generally be between 4–8 degrees Celsius, with the possibility of reaching around 10°C in some parts of the inland and south. The weather will be warmer than usual, all the way up to Lapland."
In sheltered areas, the sun will shine with a spring-like warmth, and temperatures in wind-protected spots could easily exceed 10 degrees, according to IS.
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reviews-of-health-products · 7 months ago
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A Game-Changer for Women's Wellness: FemiPro Supplements Review
Introduction: A Product Worth Trying I used the FemiPro Supplements - Health, and I must say, this product exceeded my expectations in every way. As someone who prioritises health and wellness, I’ve tried numerous supplements over the years, but FemiPro has truly stood out. It caters specifically to women's unique nutritional needs, making it a must-have addition to anyone’s daily health regimen.
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High-Quality Ingredients for Optimal Health What impressed me the most about FemiPro is the superior quality of its ingredients. Each capsule is packed with essential vitamins, minerals, and natural extracts that promote overall well-being. From calcium for bone health to iron and B vitamins for energy, this supplement provides a comprehensive solution for women looking to bridge nutritional gaps. I appreciated the inclusion of natural, plant-based ingredients, which makes it gentle on the stomach and suitable for various dietary preferences, including vegetarian and vegan lifestyles.
Noticeable Improvements in Energy Levels One of the first benefits I noticed after taking FemiPro was a significant boost in my energy levels. I had been feeling fatigued and drained before incorporating this supplement into my routine, but within a few weeks, I felt revitalised. Whether it was tackling a busy workday or hitting the gym, I found myself performing better and feeling less exhausted by the end of the day.
Enhanced Skin, Hair, and Nails FemiPro didn’t just improve my internal health; it also worked wonders for my appearance. My skin has become noticeably clearer and more radiant, while my hair feels thicker and shinier. Even my nails, which were previously prone to breaking, have grown stronger and healthier. These visible changes have done wonders for my confidence, and I attribute them to the supplement’s powerful combination of biotin, zinc, and antioxidants.
Support for Hormonal Balance Another standout feature of FemiPro is its ability to support hormonal balance. As a woman, maintaining hormonal health can be a challenge, especially during menstrual cycles or other hormonal shifts. I found that this supplement helped regulate my mood and reduced symptoms of PMS, such as bloating and irritability. This has made a noticeable difference in my overall emotional well-being.
Convenience and Ease of Use FemiPro is incredibly easy to incorporate into a busy lifestyle. With clear instructions and a manageable dosage, I found it simple to remember and take daily. The capsules are small and easy to swallow, and the lack of any unpleasant aftertaste was a bonus.
Conclusion: A Supplement That Delivers In summary, FemiPro Supplements - Health has been a game-changer for me. It’s a comprehensive, well-thought-out product that genuinely delivers on its promises. From improved energy and hormonal balance to healthier skin and nails, the benefits have been outstanding. I wholeheartedly recommend FemiPro to any woman looking to enhance her overall health and well-being. This is not just a supplement; it’s an investment in your long-term health.
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erpcloudtraining · 2 months ago
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Mastering Workday Finance empowers finance professionals to optimize financial processes, drive growth, and make data-driven decisions. In this comprehensive guide, we have explored the key aspects of Workday Finance Training, from understanding its fundamentals to implementing and leveraging its various modules and functionalities.
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greenandhazy · 1 year ago
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I thought I had found the perfect apartment and I was going to be like the first person to tour, but then the tour had to be rescheduled twice because of timing issues on their end, and then I fucking. Forgot to confirm the new rescheduled date, despite having it on my calendar for a week and a half. Which I only found out after I paid $20 for a Lyft to get me there on time in the middle of the workday (working from home this afternoon) and it’s been half an hour but they haven’t replied to my email BEGGING to reschedule as soon as possible.
And I literally just threw myself on the bed and cried over it, because increasingly I’m become aware of the fact that every aspect of my life is being negatively affected by my lack of control over my living situation, which isn’t even THAT BAD but is just… not optimal for allowing me to function and I don’t know how to fix it. And I am juuuuust on the edge of being able to afford living on my own which means options like this are SCARCE.
Anyway. That’s it. Just feeling sad and miserable over here for a minute, constantly reloading my email.
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