#intray

[tumsozluk]

Bill Foley’s Bournemouth in-tray: Appoint the right manager, invest in the future and respect values

Bill Foley’s Bournemouth in-tray: Appoint the right manager, invest in the future and respect values

A new era at the Vitality Stadium is all but upon us. As the days tick by and Bill Foley’s takeover reaches its final stages, an appetite for ambition is as palpable as the many tasks that must be completed to ensure that Bournemouth’s magical journey to the summit of English football this season is not in vain. Both in the short and long-term, the club’s prospective new owner arrives on the…

[paimonial-rage]

procedural - alhaitham

[random writing event] | requested by @crane1000

Being known as one of those more free-spirited sort, you were never one for schedules. It wasn’t that you had anything against them. You just found it difficult to devote yourself to doing things at a set time on a set day was rather constricting. So when you were hired to work as the Akademiya’s scribe’s assistant, you were in for a whirlwind of change. Alhaitham was scheduled. Procedural, even. And he made sure you were too.

With Alhaitham, work started at 9am sharp. After half an hour of reviewing his intray, he would start on drafting proposals, copying documents, and creating lists. It was your job to maintain and organize the many papers that passed through his hands. Lunch was taken at noon on the dot. After, you would be out and about passing correspondence, picking up new books from the House of Daena, and communicating with the other departments. Once 5pm hit, you were finally released.

Through everything, Alhaitham prized efficiency and efficacy above all else. And though it took time to get used to his spartan ways, you could see the value in following his work style. Everything made sense. That is, mostly everything. When you sat down and really thought about everything, though, you couldn’t help but feel that there was something… odd about the way he did a few things.

Ever since you started, Alhaitham began eating out for lunch almost everyday, always inviting you along. Which was weird because you heard he usually brought lunch made by his roommate. You didn’t think it was too strange at first. You were friends with Alhaitham during your student years, after all. He probably wanted to catch up. But to continue on for a few months…?

It didn’t help that you did much of the talking at lunch. Sure, you were extremely talkative, but you thought he’d surely get tired of listening to you ramble on by now. But no, no matter how much you babbled about, he’d always respond with some intelligent response showing he was listening to you all along. That wasn’t even considering the way he opted to sit next to instead of across from you. Were you that interesting to listen to?

Then there was the way he’d actually listen to and take the random advice you’d give. The new fountain pens upon his desk were suggested by you, as were the coffee beans he now used at home. He let you drag him to new restaurants at lunch and borrowed the books you raved about in the House of Daena. You never heard of him doing this for anyone else.

And lastly…

“Are you ready to go?”

“Yep! Just finished packing up,” you replied, standing up from your desk. “Let’s go.”

As that classes were finally finished for the day, the Akademiya was abuzz with students. In the back of your mind, you had no doubt that the streets of Sumeru City would only be busier seeing that most people were finally leaving work.

“You don’t need to walk me home,” you began with an apologetic laugh. “It’s probably going to take a while.”

“It’s fine,” he replied. “Besides, weren’t you the one that insisted on finishing your story earlier?”

“Oh, you’re right!” You exclaimed. “So what happened next was…”

As you chatted about the happenings and various gossip that managed to find their way into your nosy ears, at some point your hand found its way into his. It often happened seeing that the busy roads often pushed and shoved you about. And as kind as he was to help you, you couldn’t help but feel that it was, like all the other things, unnecessary.

“Why are you so nice to me?” You found yourself asking when you finally reached your home.

Though his eyes widened for a moment, they soon narrowed as he crossed his arms as if observing you.

“Isn’t it obvious?”

You paused in thought.

“Because you see me as a friend?” You asked curiously.

You were met with a long exasperated sigh.

“Sure, let’s say that,” he finally said as he turned to leave. “Rest well.”

As you waved him goodbye, you couldn’t help but let out a sigh to yourself. Oh well. You’ll figure out his secrets some other time.

[drconstellation]

Here's Chapter 6 a day early for you.

A Season of Whale Song

Rated E 6/13 23K

Chapter 6: Alethiea

Some truths start to see the light. Anathema spills the tea on some of Crowley’s past, and tells both of them they need to talk.

He thought about what he’d seen - or rather, hadn’t seen - in the other two bedrooms of the house. Curious, but not without some guilt, he had peeked into each room this morning. One he knew Crowley technically kept as the main bedroom, even though he didn’t seem to sleep there, and he saw a queen-sized bed, properly made with bed linen, but unslept in, a wardrobe, and a chest of drawers. This room, too, was tidy and spartan. 

The second room, the one Aziraphale thought of as the spare room, was similar. There was a small, half-sized bookshelf with a handful of astronomy books and some gardening books. A desk with a chair. An intray with some bills in it. A couple of storage boxes on the floor.

Otherwise, there was … nothing. It was as if Crowley had recently experienced some unfortunate event - no, that wasn’t it, Aziraphale realised, as he searched to put a finger on it, to write a label to describe it. But it was more than the aesthetic of minimalism.

He thought of his own home back in Perth, with rooms filled with books, books stacked on the floors by his bed and in the lounge room and the kitchen and on the kitchen table, art on the walls, objects he had collected in his travels around the world for work and holidays and just the general detritus that living for several decades in the same place seemed to accumulate; Crowley’s house was almost sterile compared to his dusty, book-strewn residence and looked like he’d just moved in a few hours ago, yet Aziraphale knew he’d been there roughly ten years.

It was as if most of Crowley’s past life had been deliberately removed.

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[notasapleasure]

tagged by @ireallyamabear and echoing the sentiment: are you sure you want to know me? Well here goes :)

rules: answer and tag 9 people you want to catch up with/get to know better

favorite color: I'm a sucker for BRG

last song: Das Kapital - Blindsker

currently reading: I read a chapter of Moby Dick! Liked it. Read a couple of poems from a compilation of contemporary women poets from Georgia, mainly got annoyed because That's Not How I'd Translate That. Reading some other poems for work, and a novel which I'm *really* enjoying, and a tome on medieval Irish law has just landed in my intray, which...doesn't sound thrilling, but who knows. But my ability to sit down and just enjoy a book for fun still hasn't returned from the war.

currently watching: two episodes left of s3 of The Expanse to finish, we got delayed thinking we'd carry on watching with my mum when she comes to visit but never got round to it so finally caved and started just watching for ourselves. Now Ed's away for three weeks, so that'll be on hiatus again. I'll be catching up with Doctor Who, finally working up the emotional strength for S2 of In The Flesh and maybe, if Netflix stops being such a whiny bitch about me renewing my subscription, I *will* renew my subscription because I'm curious about Scavengers Reign. And I *really* need to catch up with IWTV.

currently craving: prev's answer was €100000 which I can't really say I'm not craving but, otherwise, the feeling of being deeply mired in progress on part 2 of the saga au rather than being stuck chipping my way through the opening chapters. Oh god, also some actual summer weather. Please. I know this is Ulster, but constant rain, north winds, and highs of 13C in June, really? *sob*

coffee or tea: coffee. black. no sugar.

no pressure tags for nine of you plus anyone else who wants to say I tagged them: @distressednoise, @erinaceina, @boatcats, @stripedroseandsketchpads, @notabuddhist, @kheldara , @batri-jopa , @sailorsally , @jimtheviking

[prontaentrega]

im gonna sleep now remind me tomorrow that i have to clean my what the fuck was that called my ask box. received letters fuck shit. threshold. intrash. intray. tray . ? luchtray goodnight

[petnews2day]

How to use IntTray DM to culture for ringworm in dogs

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[surveycircle]

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[singhtransform]

Do not abandon workflows! You have more work to do!

Do not abandon workflows! You have more work to do!

In the good olden days, managers had a visual system. There were piles of files at every desk. If the intray is piling up, the person in charge needs help. Life was much simple. The manager can go around the office and sort out the bottlenecks simply by looking at the amount of paper. However, with the introduction of enterprise software (ERP/CRM) and BPM tools, the workflows are on our digital…

[mediaronity]

Kenya: Will Football Breathe Again Under New Man Ababu At Kencom House?

Kenya: Will Football Breathe Again Under New Man Ababu At Kencom House?

Nairobi — Ababu Namwamba walks into Kencom House, once his nomination as new Cabinet Secretary for Youth, Sports and the Arts is validated by Parliament, with a massive intray, top on the list being the current football mess in the country. Kenyan football has turned into the proverbial Tower of Babel over the last one year, since the decision by outgoing CS Amina Mohamed to disband the…

[latestnewstable]

Cuba crisis top of Joe Biden's in-tray as unrest spreads across Caribbean and Latin America

Cuba crisis top of Joe Biden’s in-tray as unrest spreads across Caribbean and Latin America

Joe Biden set his sights and lofty foreign policy goals far afield when he entered office. All eyes were on a new deal with Iran, tackling China, continuing the pivot to the Pacific. But in geopolitics men make plans and God laughs. The president’s attention is being drawn back closer to home, as America’s backyard, the Caribbean and Latin America erupt in crises. “Suddenly with all these events…

[sportsleague365]

David Moyes has plenty to ponder after being appointed West Ham first-team manager on an 18-month contract. #DavidMoyes #WestHam #InTray

[likeniobe]

Mille trecento ventisette, a punto su l’ora prima, il dì sesto d’aprile, nel laberinto intrai, né veggio ond’ esca.

petrarch, rime 211 

One thousand three hundred twenty-seven, exactly at the first hour of the sixth day of April, I entered the labyrinth, nor do I see where I may get out of it.

[cor-ardens-archive]

Petrarca: ‘nel laberinto intrai, né veggio ond’ esca’ / ‘I entered the labyrinth, and I see no way out’

Dante: ‘Incipt vita nuova’ / ‘Here begins my new life’

“Where does the difference between the past and the future come from?”

“Mine? Before you and after you.”

[qwertyfingers]

there is a heavy ache in the edges of you, and all you can say is ‘i’m sorry / so sorry’

one track mind tfw and jack posting got me thinking about like. the special kind of Fear that CPTSD leaves you with because like. inherent to cptsd is this kind of emptiness that just. gets filled up with fear. this bone-deep terror that lives in you and lives on, and is so resistant to change. and its not that fear necessarily controls you, or rules your life, but it defines you. it is the barometer by which you measure yourself; it is the shape of yourself in your memories; it is the eternal companion you cannot outgrow

you are afraid. every minute of every day you are Afraid. you are afraid in the phobic way, in the system-shock adrenaline way, in the ‘makes your nervous system breaks down if you stay there for too long’ way.

but cptsd also involves a bizarre kind of dissociation where you just learn. to not feel. you dont feel until you have to, until you cant stop it, because if you felt, acutely, every moment of that fear inside you it would break you and break you and break you. it would tear you apart in ways we don’t have words for. so you go through life mostly aware of everything that’s happening but utterly disconnected from it. and you aren’t disaffected, you still have emotions, you still see horrors that get lodged in your psyche but you feel none of it; you process none of it. everything goes into a little intray in your brain and theres no file clerk to make sure it gets seen to. youre empty and utterly full of terror

i think about this quote a lot; a poem embedded in a fiction piece by catherine lacey

and the only way to live with it is to learn how to fill the empty spaces of yourself. and there are no shortcuts or tricks or spells. there is no orchestration or alchemy to it.  sorry to reference my own poetry but ‘seeking shade from the fathoms of yourself / still trying to take your emptiness and turn it into love / through transubstantiation // aware it doesn’t work like that’ is the only way i know how to say what this feels like. you have to build a city inside of yourself and populate it with new loves, new interests, things to care about, things to be tended to. goals, plans. places to go, places you have been. find the things that make you care again. find things that make you feel again. and the thing is feeling is SCARY. because feeling means you have to confront the fear again. but also because you aren’t used to emotions; they burn and sting and ache and you always always want to push them away. and you feel like such a child for so long, because it hurts and it hurts and you just want to let it all go

but you have to you have to. you have to start connecting to the world again. you have to lay down roots and open up and learn to exist. in various storms and saints,  a song that is inseparable from this aspect of complex ptsd for me, florence welch sings ‘people just untie themselves / uncurling like flowers / if you could just forgive yourself / but still you stumble / outside the world seems a violent place / some things you let go in order to live’ 

i’ve been talking to people a lot recently about how. complex ptsd isn’t a disorder that you heal from, its a break in the connection of your life between birth and now. and after the break you rebuild. but fundamentally cptsd alienates you from your natural self so severely that you have to start again. it’s all new and it all feels fake; like your personality is an affectation and you aren’t real, you have nothing of yourself, nothing to give. you just become a vessel for everybody else.

i don’t have answers for this. i’m still stuck. i think everybody with CPTSD gets stuck. it’s never really clear if you have anywhere to go. life is a road but your path has diverged and youre furiously paving tracks in front of you to stop yourself from backsliding. you’re always trying to stop yourself from backsliding

suddenly feeling very bad for everyone who was subjected to me during group therapy because i am, unfortunately, literally always like this

[distractionactivated]

Gender man STILL has not responded since the last request for information

[shipaholic]

hate when my intray is full :(