#daywork

[lazyydaisyyy]

Jessica Fisher, “Lyric” from Daywork

[ddelicadezas]

Levanta cedo, enfrenta o chão da vida, Com fé nos braços, alma aguerrida. Constrói com suor o sonho e o pão,Dá forma ao mundo com dedicação, E nunca perde a esperança erguida.

Dia do trabalhador

[bluespider008]

Today's adventure: catchin' a cow that got loose

[thirtyskeletons]

not announcing this anywhere real but like. just got a crazy stupid bonkers job offer and i’m incredibly stressed out about it. have only seen 3 operas in my entire life and yet when i sent Thee Metro Politan Opera my resume they said ok cool wanna work on our winter season and i said Huh

[wurds-fur-nurds]

Daypixprogger (noun)

Pronunciation: /ˈdeɪˌpɪksˌprɑɡər/

Definition:

A whimsical, imaginary creature known for its industriousness during daylight hours, often associated with folklore and myth. Daypixproggers are believed to combine the diligent work ethic of dayworkers with the playful and magical qualities of pixies. These entities are said to bring productivity and enchantment to those they favor.

In contemporary fantastical literature, a character or entity that epitomizes the harmonious blend of practical work and magical influence, often depicted as assisting humans with their daily tasks while adding a touch of whimsy and enchantment.

Etymology: A portmanteau of "dayworker," referring to those who work during the daytime; "pixie," a mythical creature known for its mischievous and magical nature; and "progger," a term denoting progress or proactive effort.

Example Sentence: The garden flourished under the care of the daypixprogger, who ensured both the flowers and spirits of the gardeners remained high.

[ladymarvel27]

So Skeptical | Carlos Sainz

Carlos Sainz x Reader

Description: He is suspecting you fell out of love for him.

Word count: 800+

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He was noticing you were distancing yourself from him since the last race. You always looked busy. Not like in real busy but fake busy, as if trying to avoid him. Another thing that bothered him was that you were talking to Charles, even more than you were talking to him.

His heart sank seeing you rapidly texting someone discreetly on Saturday morning before the quali.

“Hey princess,” he appeared in front of you. You immediately shut your phone, shoving it in your pocket, and he felt his heart break a little.

“Hey, Carlos. Ready for the quali?” He could see your made-up smile.

“Yeah,” he nods, bringing up a smile covering up his little heartbreak. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to press a kiss on his cheek. “Good luck honey,” you say. He pulls you into his arms and you giggle against his chest, feeling warm and lovely. You were so perfect, the thing he has and he feels for you is so beautiful. He keeps wondering how could you do this to him, as his grip around you tightens. Maybe he is just overthinking? It was only frantic texting, fishing some information for your new venture. He found it so endearing how you were so passionate about your profession. You were so lovely, so adorable. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing you. He felt the urge to pick you and spun you around and kiss your pretty lips passionately and tell you how much he- “Carlos?” He is snapped of his thoughts by your voice. He pulls away and looks at you. “Are you fine?”

“HUH?”

“You are crying?” He didn’t even realise tears streaming down his face. You wiped it away. “Yeah just,” he trails off and you raise your eyebrows, making him continue, “I am glad that I have a girl like you in my life.”

“Me too. I love you my-” You were interrupted by his engineer calling him. “I should leave, huh?”

“Yeah, go smash in the quali!” You say with excitement.

As soon as he got free from the parce ferme, he ran to talk to you. He needed to. He was so tense during the quali that he couldn’t focus at all and ended it in heavy disappointment. “Y/N!” He sprinted to you, out of breath.

“Hey, Carlos,” you immediately hugged his sweaty body tightly, “You did so good. I am so proud.” He was confused as hell and scrunched his nose. “It was just P5.” He replied to your compliment.

“But you couldn’t even make it to Q3 in last race.” He felt bad when you spoke it out. “You improved Carlos!” You smiled brightly and shook him by his shoulders. “Yeah,” he chuckles lightly.

“Y/n,” he rubs your shoulders, “can we-”

“Carlos the media pen is starting,” his PR interrupts.

“Carlos. I am tired. I think this gonna take time, so I am returning to the hotel.”

“Oh yeah, you should. Bye. See you in the evening!”

As soon as he finished up all his daywork, he rushed to leave immediately to see you. He glanced at his wristwatch. 11:55 p.m. It’s too late. You would have fallen asleep. Gosh! He felt like time was slipping from his hand as sand. He feels something is wrong. Maybe you’re not doing but there is something. Maybe you just fell out of love? And it’s all your disinterest surfacing up but he isn’t catching. He rushed to the door and immediately placed the key card. The door buzzed open. The lights were off. He turned on the lights. You were nowhere to be seen. His heart sank. He slowly made his way past the room to the lobby area.

As soon as he turned on the lights, several voices shouted, “Happy Birthday!” You were standing between everyone, holding a small cake with a lit 30th candle. You went forward to him and brought it in front of him. He smiled brightly seeing the cake: with a customized picture of him from last year when he took pole in Monza. He was suspecting and overthinking so much, he forgot he had his birthday coming up. And how this could be the reason for it.

“Happy birthday, my bear.” He grinned with all his teeth out. “The cake Carlos, we got it specially for you,” Charles shouts from behind. He nods and blows the candles, his grin being a constant presence on his face. Everyone starts singing for him. “This the prettiest birthday cake I have ever got,” he spoke, “but we have to cut it, right?”

You chuckled at him. “Of course, you have to, Carlitos,” you wink. He laughs and cuts the cake, his heart swelling with the warmth and love he feels for you. You press a kiss on his cheek, making his grin wider.

A/n: Yeah, this is a birthday special, I wrote in just few hours. Thanks to my sister for proofreading.

Taglist: @faithshouseofchaos @itsjustvs4

[geryone]

Daywork, Jessica Fisher

[nylovfeet]

Foot rest after a long daywork

[myriad--starlings]

A dayworker reaches into the wall of the parsonage his crew’s revamping and pulls a piece of history up, the edges of its pages crumbling under the fingers of his glove, and I have to think that, if his supervisor isn’t walking by at just that moment, then this construction grunt stuffs that journal from a century ago into his tool belt to pawn, or trade for beer, and the world never knows about it. If this works out, though, then I owe that dayworker my career.

— The Buffalo Hunter Hunter, Stephen Graham Jones

[sunnyscoolblog]

home from evilsale daywork btu its ok...some aold litle lady told me im so pretety and so nice and that may name means Hope amd im going to thinkofher everynight okay?

[licially]

A Study in Scarlet.

// An hour's warmup, with @wpk12art's Halina and Mordecai interaction.

He found himself reading a book again. This time it was only for entertainment, most of his daywork had been catered for thanks to the Savoys taking over operations and his role as a triggerman mostly dedicated to bigger ‘favors’ from Asa himself. As of now he doesn’t need to do anything, and rather than walking around aimlessly under the rainy St Louis weather, he opted to be at home instead.

He felt as if detective novels have taken on a whole new meaning - especially after most of the law enforcements are too focused on the smuggling alcohol aspect of criminology - and if anything, understanding how an otherwise fictional detective operates will help him avoid certain phrases or actions. So far, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s “A Study in Scarlet” held his interest, the chapter itself also had him fixated on such works for the first time. 

However, as he sat in suspenders and a white collared coat with his back against the sunny rain, he felt almost uncomfortable. Despite the book in his hand, and his careful consideration for his own symmetry with the way he sat, there was a slight feeling that he was being watched. Whether it's the chair he’s sitting on that didn’t exactly sit right with him, the rather unusual temperature of the living room itself, or it was the fact that Halina stood directly beside him, and read aloud every word from the chapter.

“He threw the paper across to me and I glanced at the place indicated. It was the first announcement in the “Found” column.” She softly spoke up, supporting herself slightly on the coffee table next to him.

Her words rang across Mordecai’s complex complexion, as he kept reading despite how far back she was reading. Halina didn’t mind either way, she was an avid book reader as he was as well, and rather than to boast about it she wanted it discreet. Almost like everything she did for Marigold. Halina stood up properly again, having come out of the kitchen to just check on Mordecai just in case he went off on his own accord. She only put down a cup of coffee prior to the one-sided conversation she engaged in, and saw the book’s illustrious author. As she slightly toyed with her hair, she continued with this conversation in hopes of getting any response.

“You never told me you liked Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.” She remarked, having seen what he would read every other day was newspaper articles. “Why the sudden interest?”

“Because it’s rather sophisticated, his way of storytelling is compelling.” He marked his page with a simple corner fold, and put it down to the side as he replied to Halina. “Besides, the vocabulary of such authors always fascinated me.”

She let a soft chuckle out, as she sat on the sofa that faced the fireplace. Of course, for a person like Mordecai, he’d be interested in works from such authors. His way of speaking almost becomes reminiscent of a work from fiction novels. 

“A Study in Scarlet is not one of his best works.” She brushed her hair, her words co-mingles itself with the fire crackle and the obstruction from her arms. “The Valley of Fear is a personal favorite of mine, have you read it before?” 

“I have not.” He brought up the cup of coffee that Halina put down earlier: A shot of espresso, nothing too special. “Rather, I’ve not had the time to read it.”

“If I had known, I would have given you that first. Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson’s legacy throughout his works leaves me interested, and inherently did to you as well.”

“Interest took hold of me as well. During this rather tragic weather, there was nothing else to do after all. Wes and Fish were called instead, and I was told to stay home with you.” He took a sip of his espresso, and the flavors muddled with the morning taste rather nicely. A good cup of coffee, he would deem it. Halina noticed his equally monotone expression subtly became relaxed, it’s a habit she picked up when she spent time with him for extended occasions. 

“You are still investigating that case with Atlas, aren’t you? Have you found any sort of leads?” She asked, curious as to why he’d spend time reading this book instead of back in his study.

“I have reasons to believe that there were aspects amongst the Atlas investigation that were left ambiguous.” He said with a disdain, as he had spent most of his down time shifting through the murder case of Atlas, his former boss. “The private investigators that I hired are brilliant yet they don’t seem to paint the whole picture. In turn I’ve resorted to-”

“Uncovering the scarlet thread that surrounded his murder, exposing it. Poetic, don’t you think?” She interrupted him, completing his sentence with a subtle nod to the book he had put down earlier. “A scarlet truth in this colorless world, don’t you think?”

[nebra-sky-disk]

we're advanncing our clocks at 2am which means the whoooleee ship looses an hour of sleep except for the nightwatch who lose an hour of work 💪 presumably this was done because the prev two time changes meant i 1) gained an hr of work and 2) lost an hr of sleep. i feel a bit... bad almost bcus the ratio of nightwatch to daywork is muuuchhhhhh less than 1:2 lol

[cosm1cbrownie]

dayworking

[carpedzem]

one of the people from my work wrote me an email one hour after my daywork to book him a business trip and expects an update one hour after my working started today even tho i still have other things to do

[geryone]

Daywork, Jessica Fisher

[labelleperfumery]

Feds Grab Dayworkers Off Street Outside L.A. Home Depot In Immigration Raid

Masked federal agents grabbed a day laborer off the street outside a Home Depot in Los Angeles … locals who saw the apprehension were pissed … and it’s all on video. TMZ obtained video showing a swarm of feds — some wearing U.S. Customs and… from TMZ.com https://www.tmz.com/2025/06/23/immigration-raid-home-depot-los-angeles-day-laborers/