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The Assistant’s Mantra

When the panic starts to rise,

Take a breath and step outside.

Nothing real is without fault.

Perfection grinds you to a halt.

Accept the flaws and find a hack--

Get it done, and don’t look back.

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Awesome Library Cake

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So good, & totally on point.

Relatable. 

Office Job vs Retail Job by @noobtheloser

Check out Confessions of a Retail Worker

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Vaya lectora-devoradora de libros! (ilustración de Oriol Malet)

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Origami artist shares his diary of paper cranes

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Winter fairytale by Cora-Tiana

More by the Artist Here

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♥ 

Reunited At Last

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The Take This Job and Shove It Ode

Soon the children will come home having learned new obscenities to hurl at each other across the cul-de-sac, meaning “end of the road, bottom of the sack that is your body.” Division and subdivision, each weekend there is a new fence hewn from raw wood that draws more hornets, too many wind-chimes at the mercy of weather. Your son has a puzzle in a frame with one piece missing that he pushes around and around trying to make a picture. Your dog lacks control and greets you so ferociously you fear one day he will turn on you and eat your face. What other life did you think was possible? Sit down, you’re having spaghetti again, and yes, you must finish it. There are days when you are the best human humanly possible. And then there are all the others. Failure, you will say in your next interview, is an opportunity. Like the open window a bird flew in was an opportunity for the lazy housecat. You want to scream, Because of you I’m ruined! You have not slept well this past decade. At the office, there is a cake that says Farewell. It is loaded with frosted roses and it would be a shame not to partake. A co-worker confides: It’s only the first and last weeks that they even take note of you. They, meaning management, handing you a balloon and an engraved pen, smiling. You are closer to the last week of your life than the first, so squalling naked in a crowded room would be hardly appropriate now. Your boss once said, Don’t you ever think? And you thought, I will have my revenge, not like the others. I will take retirement from these sons and daughters of bitches and never look back. There is no sense explaining to a beetle what it means to be you, to get your kind of mail, to feel the electricity up-surging through joints every time you rise from bed. The sun goes down and everyone heads into separate living rooms to watch different shows. With such flickering, you might think we have something in common. Oh, but we do. The boss is the same everywhere and for everyone, an asshole in a black suit holding a flaming cake, coming closer and closer, and beyond that, the door.

By Stephanie Lenox - Winter 2015 Winner of Baltimore Review Poetry Contest (link)

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This is from Matilda. #altj

The Professional is one of the greatest movies ever. #TheProfessional #Leon #NataliePortman #LeonTheProfessional

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Sorry, Yao Xiao

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Because of our humble Starbucks beginnings, not gonna lie, Me and Sky pride ourselves on being “good customers” -- epicly polite, understanding, and usually good tippers... BUT THIS WINS. This is the kind of customer I want to be. And no, I don’t care if it’s made up. It SHOULD exist, damn it!

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Lol! #worklife

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You can’t use up creativity. The more you use, the more you have.

Maya Angelou  (via yahighway)

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My life at U.S. Bionics.

‘Seek Funding’ Step Added To Scientific Method 

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Word.

Peanuts