#modern offices

[damedonger]

Home Office - Transitional Home Office Example of a mid-sized transitional freestanding desk medium tone wood floor study room design with red walls

[anim-ttrpgs]

(Exerpt from Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy.)

[vintagehomecollection]

Rooms by Design, 1989

[lvnesart]

the workplace is absolutely NOT the place for flirting yall

[hffhifjou]

thank you for the commision !

[meamiiikiii]

imagine if isa's confession kept getting interrupted in increasingly bizarre ways…. ASFASDASF

((this stems from a stream silly!! with my friends!! we are streaming now!! its the finale!! info rbed in a lil bit!! yeah thats it!!))

[shurikthereject]

Looks like these two are going on an adventure!

I had so much fun with this, especially drawing the suits and Thorin of course looks fabulous in his! I used alcohol markers and liners to create this, plus some adjustments on my computer.

[temeyes]

POV: you bump into Sergeant Garrick for the first time

[marqeting]

 The Environment of Yesterday’s Co-working Space was Baneful

Gone are the sick days of traditional office setups featuring rigid hierarchies and employee isolation. Crammed into cramped cubicles, employees were doing tasks and having breaks in isolation. Even amid co-workers, people felt deeply disconnected and alone.

Employees no longer built connections, shared no project ideas and hampered their problem-solving skills. Even when surrounded by colleagues, professionals often felt profoundly alone. The office Dilbert satirized became an unfortunate reality for many disillusioned workers.

But fret not, people have evolved with time and so do these co-working spaces. Co-working spaces have completely changed the way we view work itself.

These modern-day shared workspaces are designed brilliantly to the demands of today’s employees who crave:

 An open, collaborative atmosphere

Flexibility and freedom to work their way

Interaction, networking and creative cross-sharing

A sense of community and professional culture

The blog explores how modern co-working spaces have revolutionized the traditional office structures, ones that impacted people’s ability to connect and flourish in an office environment. By adopting a client-centric approach, each point addresses these issues from the perspective of individuals who were unknowingly experiencing the pangs of disconnection and isolation.

Networking and Collaboration While traditional offices provided clarity and direction in terms of profession, they stifled an employee’s creativity, innovation and collaboration. This limited autonomy is counter posed by the opportunities of networking and knowledge-sharing in modern co-working spaces

F For Flexibility Rigid work schedules and structures were taking a mental toll on co-workers. The modern co-working space understood the demands and problems faced by these workers and built private offices, meeting rooms based on specific needs and requirements. Earlier employees were required to adhere to strict nine-to-five schedules, regardless of individual preferences or productivity peaks. This lack of flexibility resulted in burnout, stress, and reduced job satisfaction, particularly among employees with personal or family commitments.

Sharing Ideas Over Competition However, the co-working offices have challenged this isolating workplaces. Today’s co-working spaces are specially designed keeping in mind the problems and demands of clients. These modern workspaces promote human connection, inclusive collaboration and creativity.

Work-Life Balance Contrary to popular belief, working longer hours does not necessarily equate to higher productivity. Unlike traditional offices with strict nine-to-five schedules, co-working spaces often gives you access to flexible hours. Members can choose when to start and end their workday, allowing them to accommodate personal commitments and preferences. We all know the price of neglecting personal life in favor of work which can strain relationships with family, friends, and loved ones.

Conclusion In the words of Steve Jobs, “Innovation is the ability to see change as an opportunity – not a threat.” And that’s exactly what the new, modern shift in co-working represents – an innovative approach to the dead workplace models of yesterday. As we come through this new renaissance of co-working, let’s change our perception of the way we work.

Book a free tour visit at LetsBrim and see why this modern co-working space is the ideal place to work and grow.

[pachimation]

they lost focus and had a consensual workplace relationship 😔

[morsmoon]

there’s something so magical about sitcoms…..they bring me so much comfort….whoever invented sitcoms thank you for your service I literally don’t know what I’d do without them god bless

[fuumiku]

It was Maid Day today yesterday a week ago so I got struck by inspiration to draw the worsties, and it ran away from me into a whole AU where they’re coworkers at a maid cafe. She’s a med student & this is just a part time job, and this is his depression job while he gets his life back together. He needs something he can be workaholic about to forget what it’s like having a personal life and personal issues. He’s actually the accountant, but the new hire janitor (Izutsumi) doesn’t show up for half her shifts and is a sloppy worker, so he gets the extra work of doing her job on top of his because he’s undervalued and overworked. Of course, janitors also have an uniform to keep the aesthetic cohesion as they go about cleaning the place, of course.

Senshi’s the part time cook you only see slivers off, he’s kind and warm when you do see him and have a chat but most shifts he’s in and out the kitchen without a trace. Laios and Falin are regulars because Falin and Marcille are besties & in the same med school, Laios accompanies Falin as she visits her friend at work and gets hooked on the food. Chilchuck has to remind Marcille to work instead of chatting with Falin for an hour, and next thing he knows she’s distracting him from work too. That’s it that’s the AU. Inspired by this idol AU fanart a bit <3

This was not meant to be birthday gift but well…… Happy bday Chil!!!

Read from left to right

[vintagehomecollection]

A small eucalyptus column is one of the highlights of the study on the north side of the house, which is earth-bermed for energy efficiency.

The Naturally Elegant Home, 1992

[cod-dump]

Ghost, eating dinner: Yeah, can you believe it? Soap fuckin saved me a seat.

Gaz: Uh... yeah?

Ghost: I told him no, obviously. Can't think about that kinda stuff right before an op.

Gaz: Uh huh...

Ghost: Me n my subordinate? In carnal embrace? Nah, not fuckin happening.

Gaz:

Ghost: Pass the butt stuff.

Gaz: O_O

Ghost: THE BUTTER. THE BUTTER. I just want some head and butter--BREAD. BREAD AND BUTTER.

Gaz:

Ghost: BREAD AND BUTT SEX FOR THIS BIG PIECE OF MEAT I'M EATING--FUCK DAMMIT--!

Gaz: You feelin okay, mate?

[sincerelytennessee]

[hbdttg]

“Hold the elevator!”

The elevator doors are mere inches from closing, but Steve dutifully shoots a hand out to stop them. They slide back open, revealing a flustered-looking man about Steve’s age on the other side.

He’s dressed head to toe in black, decked out in a simple black pullover with a modest V-neck, snug black jeans, and all-black leather Chucks with a messenger bag slung across his chest. The messenger bag is, unsurprisingly, also black, but covered in a collection of tough-looking patches and pins in varying shades of—well, it’s mostly red, dark red, white, and some yellows, but the pops of color still stand out against his otherwise monochrome ensemble.

His dark, curly hair reaches a little past his shoulders and he’s got this frankly outdated fringe that, despite its very 80’s vibe, frames his face perfectly. His eyes are large and expressive, and he’s got this frantic energy about him that reminds Steve of a live wire. He’s nothing like the buttoned-up suits Steve usually shares his elevator rides with each morning, and it’s a refreshing change of pace.

The man gives Steve a thankful look before stepping into the elevator and leaning against the side wall. “Thanks,” he says, a little distractedly. He’s got a pair big of headphones on and Steve realizes he’s in the middle of a phone call when he adds, “No, not you, Gare, I was thanking the guy who held the elevator for me. Yeah, this building’s crazy. There’s a whole-ass sixtieth floor—guess I’m kind of a big deal now.” He lets out a small, self-deprecating chuckle, reaching for the panel beside him.

As the doors close and the elevator starts to slowly ascend, Steve notices the man pressed the button for the floor above his. Both the fifty-second and fifty-third floor buttons are lit in a halo of green.

“You know I didn’t want to leave you guys,” the man continues, a bit more quietly now that he and Steve are sharing the same small space, “but shit, I couldn’t turn down the pay.” He scoffs. “Ugh, listen to me, just another cog in the capitalist machine. Man, if high school me could see me now. High school Eddie used to talk big about forced conformity and rising up against the man, and now here I am—”

Steve tries not to listen to the one-sided conversation going on beside him, but it’s difficult when a moment later, he hears his own name.

“—clocking in for my first day at fuckin’ Harrington Hargrove Hagan. The pretentious bastards can’t even shorten it to an acronym or something. God forbid they have to miss out on the sound of their own names.”

Steve manages to hold in the obnoxious snort that threatens to escape him. He’s starting to think he might like this guy—Eddie, his mind supplies helpfully—but Eddie’s next words have him freezing in place.

“And it’s nepo baby central. Yeah, pretty sure all the H kiddies are hotshot brokers with the company. All the biggest accounts—gee, I wonder why.”

Steve can feel the back of his neck burning hot with a mixture of annoyance and shame as Eddie cracks a caustic joke about silver spoons and trust funds.

“You’re kidding, one of them works at this branch? Damn, I guess I’ll just keep an eye out for the guy who most looks like he’s got a giant stick up his ass.”

This is quickly becoming the longest elevator ride of Steve’s life. He grits his teeth and stares fixedly at the floor display panel above the elevator doors, watching the numbers climb higher and higher. Thirty-seven. Thirty-eight.

“Listen, I should go, but let’s grab a drink at the Hideout later. Cool, see you then. Bye.”

Forty-one. Forty-two.

Eddie removes his headphones and shoves them into his bag, angling slightly toward Steve. “Sorry about that, man.”

“You’re good,” Steve says shortly, not looking away from the changing numbers. They reach the forty-seventh floor, and all the while, he feels Eddie’s gaze on him.

It’s not like he’s openly staring, but there’s a certain weight to his furtive glances that completely counteracts his attempts at subtlety. It’s the type of gaze Steve’s familiar with, one that he’s been on the receiving end of since his sophomore year of high school when he hit a growth spurt and actually learned how to style his hair. Assessing. Appreciative. Interested.

And in any other situation, Steve would gladly engage. He’d turn on the charm, quirk the corner of his lip up in that way Robin always rolls her eyes at but reluctantly acknowledges as ‘passably effective’, and maybe even make up an excuse to sidle a bit closer.

But he’s not giving this guy his A-game.

Instead, Steve waits in stifling silence until the fifty-second floor is announced and the doors slide open. He steps forward to exit, but at the very last moment stops in the doorway.

He initially wasn’t going to say anything—though, a past version of himself would have definitely spat something biting and bitchy to Eddie about his snark, would have snootily told him to take his little assumptions and shove them where the sun don’t shine—but sooner or later Eddie’s going to realize he and Steve are colleagues, and he’s going to remember shit-talking him in an elevator on his first day of work, and it’s going to be awkward and uncomfortable.

Steve’s just speeding up the timeline, pushing for the sooner rather than the later, when he decides to spin around and fully face Eddie.

“I think you pressed the wrong button,” he says, all sweet and helpful like he’s talking to Dustin’s mom over a sink full of soapy dishes. “Couldn’t help but overhear that you work at Harrington Hargrove Hagan. It’s on the fifty-second floor, not the fifty-third.” Then he takes a small step backward, moving out into the carpeted hallway.

“Oh.” Eddie scrambles for his phone, unlocking it and scrolling quickly until he finds something that has him straightening up and smiling gratefully at Steve. “I guess I remembered it wrong. Thank you.” He pushes away from the wall, takes a step forward to follow Steve out, but then stops dead in his tracks.

Steve gleefully notes the line of Eddie’s gaze, how it lingers at the breast pocket of his shirt, where, clipped to a retractable badge reel, his building keycard hangs. Eddie evidently hadn’t noticed it during the elevator ride up, but he’s certainly fixated on it now.

Perhaps on the abstract yet easily recognizable Harrington Hargrove Hagan logo in the top right corner.

But more likely, based on the positively mortified look growing on Eddie’s face, on the name clearly printed underneath Steve’s photo in bold, black lettering: STEVE HARRINGTON.

Slowly, Eddie drags his eyes back up to Steve’s face. He stares in silence, eyes bugging nearly out of his head, face turning a concerning shade of pink, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, and his reaction is extreme enough that a small part of Steve is almost inclined to take pity on the guy and laugh it all off.

Unfortunately for Eddie, a bigger part of Steve thinks Eddie looks kind of cute all red-faced and embarrassed like this. So he glances down at himself thoughtfully before turning his attention back on Eddie. “Wow,” he says with exaggerated astonishment, “now that you mention it, I guess I do look like I’ve got a giant stick up my ass.”

As if on cue, the elevator chimes in warning. The doors begin to close, but Eddie just remains rooted in place with that same wide-eyed, horrified expression.

When it becomes clear he has no intentions of actually exiting the elevator, Steve chuckles and wiggles his fingers in a cheeky little wave. “Welcome to the team,” he says airily, before Eddie’s still-blushing face disappears behind the elevator doors.

/ Now with a Part 2!