#Toyota Micro Box

[whenalltheeyesopen]

Whelp. Just for you.

Edit: AO3 cross-post

It was quite a miracle, really, that driving was boring. It was a miracle that a big metal box running on controlled petrolium combustion shooting down massive slabs of tar at several times the speed of any known land animal could be considered boring. It was a dozen miracles put together that it was just as boring on an ephemeral rainbow road between dimensions.

Irene was stressed. She was stressed and she was bored and she was focusing badly on the road. In the back seat of the car, her usually well-behaved Persian was yowelling piteously in its carrier because it had been exiled to the back seat, too far from Mommy, because the passenger seat was occupied by a man, and the man was sobbing so fast that Irene expected him to throw up. He was hugging himself with one hand and with the other he squeezed his Bill Cipher pin so hard that deep ridges lined his fingers.

He was choking back air with every sob, too despondant to breathe.

Irene was bored and stressed and down to her last frayed nerve and she had no more control over the man in her passenger side seat than she did over the animal in the back. His fear and despair were just as animalistic, too. The cat at least had the self-respect to think it was people.

A cobolt blue sky-crawler from Dimension 62`~ flashed its headlights at her, then didn't even give her a chance to change lanes before adopting corkscrew posture and zipping around her Toyota. Irene screamed "OH FUCK OFF" to the unheeding driver(s), suddenly overcome with the urge to gun it and make those alien bastards regret the days they were born.

Behind her, the cat burbled. Beside her, the man hiccoughed and sputtered.

Irene wanted to gun it, and possibly wanted to scream, but she hadn't made it through med school in the apocalypse by giving in every time she felt like doing something dramatic.

I am getting overwhelmed, she reminded herself calmly. I have to take steps to calm down.

There was an overlook coming up, a pocket of omnidirectional convex micro-gravity put in by the nearest subdimension's tourist committee to tempt more Earthlings out onto this highway. Irene pulled in and navigated to the furthest parking space, situated on a wall. Dancing colors illuminated the interior of the car from the passenger's side. The driver's side looked out on sparkling eldritch eyes which formed constellations in the void.

Stanford Pines did not admire the colors and he did not notice the cosmic beasts. Bill had taken his glasses before the agility competition. That probably contributed to what had happened. Ford also reeked of alcohol and something sweeter; he had been running the course so blitzed out of his mind that Irene considered it a medical miracle that he was able to stand.

Irene stepped out of the car. Ford let out a cry, but lacked the strength to protest further.

In for three, out for five. Ten counts. Clear your mind.

Irene had studied pediatrics. She didn't work with a lot of kids, but she thought it was just due diligence before she open a proper family practice. Everyone should study pediatrics; as a whole, adults had a lot more in common with children than people realize.

In three, out five.

Done.

Dr. Irene Oleander admired the Eldrich gods under her feet while she walked around the car.

She opened the passenger side door.

Ford's face turned away, then haltingly back toward her. His sense of left and right must still be reversed. Doctor Oleander was not a neurologist, so she had to just pretend that wasn't terrifying and let Bill fix it later.

"Doctor Pines?" she said as gently as he could.

He stared at her. His eyes were puffy and so wet with tears that she could hardly make out his irises. He was still sobbing.

"Please speak," she said. He usually responded only to imperatives when he was upset.

"Yes?" His voice squeaked.

"Calimari is very scared," Irene said.

He blinked a few times in confusion. The tears cleared out of his eyes to show rich brown and bloodshot red. He looked over his shoulder, though, at the cat.

"She's scared of being in the back seat," Irene said, still as calmly as she could. "She's used to riding in the front."

Doctor Pines's eyes went wide. "Oh no," he said, insecure replaced with a whole new terror. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"No," Irene said loudly and firmly. "Pay attention."

Immediately he was totally still. Even the sobbing paused. The only sounds were goopy cat noises and his ragged wheezes.

Irene didn't let her conscience nag at her for utilizing his operant conditioning. It was all for a good cause.

"I think Calimari might like it if someone held her," Irene said. "I don't suppose you're experienced with animals, are you?"

Of course he was, he was a biologist.

He blinked stupidly at her for a minute before saying, "I am." Then he sobbed again.

"Will you try holding her for a little bit while I drive, to see if she calms down?"

"Of course, Doctor," he said through renewed sobs.

The carrier was shifted. Irene looped through a jughandle and back onto the road.

To her immense relief, he seemed steadier. Pets, children: sometimes all they need is a job to do. (The cat was calmer too, which was a pleasant surprise.)

Irene got as far as the exit to 46'! before Ford fell completely silent. At this, Irene glanced over to check on him. He was holding the carrier with both hands, not even playing with the necklace anymore. At least now he was calm, if a little... checked out.

"Doctor Oleander?" He whispered as Irene took the backslash exit and the Toyota began to groan against the sudden reintroduction of physics.

"Yes, Doctor Pines?"

"Did he leave me on purpose?"

Yes. Yes he did. He abandoned you because he hates you and if you were a real pet you would have been repossessed and rehomed then and there. He isn't taking care of you and he does nothing but hurt you and you're too broken to recognize that nothing about this has ever, ever, ever been anything but intentional cruelty.

Then again:

Primum non nocere.

"He was just bored," Irene said. "You know how he gets when he's bored."

Ford winced and shuddered and smiled all at the same time. It made Irene's skin crawl. "Yes, I know," he said. His voice was playful, almost like that was an adequate excuse, like all was forgiven.

Irene had thought about kidnapping Ford before. Many times, in fact. She had thought about drugging him, blacking out the eyes on his jewelry and tattoos, and taking this same highway as far as she could into the omniverse. She hadn't thought about it for long. There was literally no way she could make it far enough to completely escape the All-Seeing Eye, and the one time she'd considered a more elaborate plan than a plain old cut-and-run, Cipher himself had visited her dreams to mock her for it. Besides: Irene was selfish. As long as she played nice with this one well-paying customer, she got to keep a good house with a luxury cat and disposable income in a world where many people were lucky if their organs stayed on the correct side of their skin.

Ford was not a pet. He was a grown adult man with several doctoral degrees and a prestigeous scientific reputation. Like it or not, he had the right to make his own decisions.

And the only thing that terrified him more than Bill Cipher's displeasure was the thought that Bill Cipher might possibly leave him behind.

Ford did not do well in the dog competition. He knocked over all the agility equipment and got stuck in the tube

[the-firebird69]

Luvly O Is An $11k Micro EV That Ships Like IKEA Furniture Without The A...

and he is an imbicile wants to make toys into cars like our son but makes toy cars man yo of them the new toyota has no towing capacity and it is the truck you change out he body on.  but..others see it anddo it and re forg and he a fool

we use this now and our son and dougher had help asked them to and good.

Thor Freya

We came over started blabbing his **** off was telling us what to do he has make the thing and it sucks so we put it in for redesign and he's sitting there with his fat **** on it saying we can't do it it's his idea and he said he had over and over and we said this we can't do it but you put the idea but you put the idea out there and it's everywhere because of you and everybody's doing and he said is that how that works let me say it apparently so he looks around he sees all these companies gearing up to start doing it and he's trying to send people and he's trying to send people out to stop them and the towing capacity is like 3000 pounds and it can carry about 3500 pounds it's A just a real flatbed just like our son and daughter said to use not a toy. And you can switch it out with all sorts of things people gonna have fun with it during the week they can work on the weekend they put the toy box in it or they put a camper on it and they tow a toy box and it is ridiculously fun ridiculous the amount of fun you can have it's terrifying how much fun it is so I'm Japanese and I'm his father no I'm his father in law and she my wife is his mother in law and he said that these electric dirt bikes are so light that you could make a quad and some of them have tires that aren't so wide that would fold inwards so if you had a pickup you can fit like 5 of them in it and they go just as long and just as fast as gasoline they can trade out the battery so the idea is great you take a regular dirt bike and you can make a quad and it's from a electric dirt bike the motor you'd upgrade a little in the battery not too much they're all like about 2500 so you make it 3000 and the tires you put on a little smaller than these huge balloon tires those are too big and really it only like 5 inches in in across and the way the electric courts is it's really actually quite skinny it's like a motorcycle it's like a dirt bikes you can make the center part like a dirt bike and it would look like a sand rail or one of these UTV things where the hardware is kind of sticking out there and furthermore you could actually make it shrink by putting the wheels downwards and it could wheel it in and out and I'm gonna work on it it's like a transformer idea but it's very simple you might be able to just disconnect the top and it drops down it's really simple and it's so simple it probably hurts I mean it's electric it's skinny and it's a quad and everybody would ride one because you can't stay up on a motorcycle anymore no one can they went too high as not wide it's impossible and he says that you can't do much about an electric 4 Wheeler but you take almost the same configuration but you change it a little of course and you see down to make like the Baja car but a small one and when you put it into your truck you put it vertically so instead of fitting like one or two you put in like 4 in a regular pickup truck does it be like two feet high well maybe three but still you can put everything else on the sides and you could fit it in there with a cap on it most likely and maybe not but a toy box you can fit five of them I think we're gonna try and make that too but it's electric you see it's not gasoline with gasoline you have to treat the vehicle with regards to gravity with the electrics you can put them on the side or facing upwards and that's what he's saying and it will help get his baja car going is by making it electric I'm gonna go ahead and make these now. And we're gonna start pumping out a whole bunch of ideas and see what happens. I like his new idea I like to design it's basically a Chinese design it came from the tube and they they did it and took it and we want to use it and calli t Troy Bilt and have people assemble it. and we love it..  it would wiegh only about 350lb and shp easy assemble like ikea furniutre  but with some insturucitons. we do ths now

Posieden and Goddess Wife we send out our name shortly good he says

Olympus

[essay110wenshu]

The Versatility and Future of Lean Production Management

给大家推荐一篇优秀的代写Paper-- The Versatility and Future of Lean Production Management。精益生产是对质量的追求，在生产过程中尽量减少浪费。  它起源于1950年代的丰田汽车，当时该公司看到了美国汽车装配线改进的可能性。  通过一系列的探索和试验，开发了一套全面的精益生产系统，这有助于日本成为汽车工业的主要竞争者。  精益生产很快应用于制造业，电子，计算机和飞机制造行业。  精益的中心思想是通过完善工作流程，改进技术，组织有序的物流以及消除低效的劳动力和浪费来提高产品质量。  通过最小化的投入，精益生产能够返回最大化的产出。  在本文中，将通过两个案例研究来证明精益在不同领域的应用，然后分析精益生产的未来趋势。

Lean production is the pursuit of quality and minimize waste in the production process.  It originated from Toyota Motors in the 1950s, when the company saw the possibility of improvements in American car assembly lines (Jasti & Kodali, 2015).  Through a series of explorations and experiments, a comprehensive lean production system was developed, which helped Japan become a major competitor in the automotive industry.  Lean production was soon applied in manufacturing, electronics, computer and aircraft manufacturing industries.  The central idea of Lean is to improve product quality by improving work processes, improving technology, organizing and orderly logistics, and eliminating inefficient labor and waste.  By minimizing the input, lean production can return to the maximum output.  In this article, two case studies will be used to prove the application of lean in different fields, and then the future trend of lean production will be analyzed.

The lean concept extends from manufacturing to any process where efficiency needs to be improved. As shown in the YouTube video, people who were hit by Hurricane Sandy have difficulty getting enough food. Six months after the disaster, there is still a shortage of food, which is unimaginable. This shows that the food distribution system has a lot of room for improvement. Although volunteers and employees are full of enthusiasm for people in need in the world, they do not understand the potential improvements that Lean can bring. The lean management concept introduced from the Toyota Production System is to establish basic principles and strictly abide by them. Eliminating waste is one of the most effective ways to improve efficiency. However, without a comprehensive understanding of the entire food distribution process and attention to detail, there is no chance to determine the source of waste. It has been found that the original box used was too large to contain the canned food. Since a large amount of air is transported at the same time, the transportation of food is reduced. By redesigning the boxes to fit the product perfectly, the amount of air in the truck is greatly reduced, and the number of boxes per truck is also greatly increased. It can be seen that lean management does not necessarily lead to increased costs. In this case, the principle of minimizing waste and the attention to detail are truly different. The packaging area is another area that needs to be simplified. In the past, the time required to pack a box of food was 3 minutes. People travel long distances in disorder. After creating an integrated assembly line, the filling speed and quality have been improved. When working on the assembly line, employees can pack the boxes in an average of 11 seconds, which is only 6% of the original time. Perseverance guided by basic principles can bring real change, and in this case, it can more effectively provide food to thousands of hungry families.

Lean applies not only to traditional industries such as automobiles, but also to innovative technologies. As the world’s largest computer chip manufacturer, Intel not only applies the principles of Lean Six Sigma (LSS) in production but also in research and development. For a company of Intel’s size, it is crucial to correctly evaluate innovative ideas. At Intel, a configuration control process framework has been developed, so all plans of the R& D team are reviewed and approved at three levels. This ensures that both rejections and approvals can be quickly reflected to the R& D team for adjustment. In the micro and nano manufacturing environment, the idle time experienced by researchers and engineers when they are suspended by administrative procedures is the biggest source of waste. Through direct observation, a three-level framework can free up a lot of time for the R& D team (Panat, Dimitrova, Selvamuniandy, Ishiko & Sun, 2014). An effective feedback system has also been established so that engineers and researchers can learn more about Intel’s configuration control business processes. As a result, they are able to adjust their work to minimize free time through coordination between different departments. In the configuration control process, a quality tracking table is provided for the management level so that the quality improvement can be quantified for better evaluation. Although these steps can be performed voluntarily by employees themselves to improve work efficiency, the standardization of these processes makes efficiency a habit. By eliminating idle time and implementing LSS, the time required for the evaluation process has been reduced to half. The application of LSS gives Intel the ability to maintain flexibility, despite its large scale. Innovation at the R& D level is being passed to decision makers for evaluation with the highest efficiency. As a result, Intel was able to reduce the number of employees and costs, and expand it into the unprocessed computing field (Bailey, 2016). Lean management enables Intel to become powerful, focused and versatile at the same time.

The ultimate goal of lean management is to eliminate waste by focusing on the details of product, inventory, cost, quality, maintenance, delivery and safety. In the future, more and more companies will adopt lean management styles instead of mass production in the past. As a brand new management method, Lean will become the ultimate autonomous system that adapts to different businesses and industries. Since becoming a business manager is my future job, it is necessary to adjust the traditional way of looking at things. First of all, although mass production is market-oriented, the focus of lean production should be to minimize costs in a stable and tight supply chain. Excessive inventory is considered the biggest source of lean production waste. By reducing inventory to a minimum, defects in the production system can be found and corrected more easily. The continuous improvement of production enables lean production to flexibly respond to any fluctuations in demand and the market. The management in lean production is more about adhering to basic principles. Instead of continuously monitoring and wasting human resources in mass production, the management process of streamlining production should also be simplified. The increasing popularity in the future will be consistent with the demand for producing green products. Although defective products are considered inevitable in mass production, the focus of lean production is to eliminate defective products through continuous reflection and improvement of the production process. As a result, the amount of resources required for lean production will be greatly reduced. Lean philosophy also requires business managers to treat employees as flexible people rather than fixed parts in the assembly line. Finally, due to improved quality and reduced waste, most consumers will be attracted to lean production in the next few decades.

All in all, the importance of Lean is that its ideas can be applied to completely different fields and will never fail.  There is waste in all processes carried out by human beings.  The main reason for this waste is the lack of design and attention to detail.  Lean provides a systematic process design method, so it can minimize waste by improving quality.  These ideas apply not only to traditional manufacturing, but also to R& D and philanthropy in innovative industries.  Compared with mass production and large inventory as a safety measure, lean production adopts a more dynamic method in business management.  In the foreseeable future, these advantages will gradually become the mainstream of production and consumers.

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[chrisloria215]

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[scottahemi]

Toyota unveiled like 25 concept cars the other day. while everyone was focused on the FJ, MR2, Lexus si, eses? and EV Tacoma i noticed this little oddball cyberpunk delivery van!  Toyota called it the MIcro Box.  and I drew it! 

[mae-gi-writes]

DRIVER'S LICENSE || LEE HYUNJAE

Driving lessons with your best friend seems pretty tame. Except, they're not.

Genre: bestfriends to lovers! Au, part-time uber driver hyunjae, young adult! Au, mentions of sexual harrassment.

Words: A lot.

A/N: I KNOW ITS BEEN SO LONG BUT I SWEAR I AM STILL WRITING. i just have no time to be constant so i apologize for my sporadic updates :( enjoy this one! It's a cute one!

—————

"You can cry if you want."

You hope the glare you throw Hyunjae over the rim of your glasses is enough to shut him up. But like anything else, Hyunjae never does know how to shut up about stuff. Any stuff, for that matter.

He babbles on, unknown to the murderous intent forming at the back of your head, "I mean, you could have done all you could but driving is hard. You're not a loser for failing and you're definitely not a loser for crying about it."

"I swear I will throw this tomato at your face if you don't stop talking," you warn, hand already reaching for the tomato beside your chopping board. You're in the middle of cooking up a simple lentil and tomato stew, not bothered with your usual meat and vegetables combo that work supposed wonders on your diet and lifestyle (whatever the fuck that means).

You're usually not this carefree when it comes to food. You always have your meals planned for the week, the weekend, the snacks, everything in between. You've grown up this way, counting nutrients and macros and micro calories until it comes as natural as breathing does.

But you're a mess right now. You're a mess and you don't give a flying pig's fuck whether you're eating all the right nutrients for the day. Not today. Nope.

It's just... you do know that driving isn't everything. It's not. There's wars happening, there are people losing their lives, there are countries struggling to keep their finances afloat and families who are counting every penny they're making just to make it through another day. And when you put things into perspective, you can't help but think of how privileged you are to be even standing here, in a flat of your own with food you buy with your own money. Your family is safe, your family is healthy. Honestly, what more do you need?

And yet.

And yet.

That driving test had been so important to you. You'd already put aside some money to buy this second-hand toyota vitz that you've had your eyes on for over six months, you want -- no, crave -- this desire to drive. To be free.

And the worst part -- you could've done so much better than this. Than whatever had happened on the road this morning.

"What mistakes did you make? You're allowed up to three mistakes until you fail right?" Hyunjae asks as he lifts himself up from the couch, where he's been stationed for the past hour, "do you need help by the way?"

"No I don't," your scowl deepens despite knowing Hyunjae and the driving test are not related. Not onr bit, "I crossed the yellow box at the intersection. And I turned a little too aggressively apparently. And then there was stupid stuff too, like switching lanes. I was too close to the white line as I waited."

"Bullshit."

"See?! It is bullshit! I mean, the errors are so ambiguous!" Your hands shoot up in exasperation, "I don't get it! And some people pass on the first try."

Hyunjae can't help but snort, "like me."

"You don't have to rub that in my face."

You're too busy sliding in your tomatoes into the pot to notice Hyunjae's figure moving over to stand next to you, until your elbow bumps into his stomach.

"Ouch," he grimaces.

"What do you expect? You're in my way," you answer back with a roll of your eyes. You stir the pot, the aroma lifting up in the air and making you sigh in bliss. Hyunjae does the same. He's always loved your stews.

"I can help you out."

You don't look at him as you ask, "with what?"

"With the driving."

This time, you look up at him, browa furrowed in confusion, "you? Helping me with my driving? You barely even have time for yourself."

"I've cleared up my schedule for uber so I'm free on Wednesdays and Fridays. And the weekend."

"I thought you needed money," you turn to fetch two bowls from your cabinet, only to see them in Hyunjae's hands, ready to be served.

"I do, do you wanna pay me?"

You punch him lightly in the arm, grabbing one bowl at a time to serve a decent helping and of course, adding extra chicken pieces to the said young man's bowl.

"Are you serious?" You can't help but ask because in all honesty, Hyunjae ia a good driver, "I can definitely pay you...if that's not too much trouble for you."

"It'll be more fun to hear you complain while driving, that's for sure."

You show him the middle finger in response, which makes him laugh before following you to the dining table cramped with two chairs.

"So is that a yes?" Hyunjae asks with a mischievous gleam that makes him look like a little kid.

You throw him a pointed look, "I'm going to ask you again: you're sure about this?"

"Hundred percent."

"Do I get a discount?"

"No."

"Why?" You can't help but whine out, leaning over the table to give him the best puppy eyes you can muster up, "I can pay you back in free meals."

A spark lights up Hyunjae's eyes. He grins, cocking his head to the side, "now that, is a good deal."

---

"Watch out for the sidewalk--No! Don't--Don't turn!"

It's your first lesson with Hyunjae and it has been a week since the start of your small arrangement. It's Friday afternoon and you'd skipped your business management class in favour of driving around the neighbourhood with Hyunjae. Him, on the other hand, had cleared his schedule of any uber activities. And for that you're grateful.

However, it seems that your best friend has a temperament. And you're not quite sure whether that works at your advantage or not.

"Jesus Y/n," Hyunjae's breathing hard by the time you swerve back into your respected lane, chest heaving up and down and if you watch closely enough, you're certain you can spot the sweat dripping down his face, "no wonder you didn't pass your driving test."

"Thanks Hyun, that's exactly what I wanna hear right now," you retort.

"What do you want me to say? That you're an excellent driver when you're a danger hazard?!"

"Well no--but a little support would've been nice!"

He snorts at that, arms crossing over his chest, "you don't need support. You need someone to actually show you how to drive," a pause as you hit the brakes at the red light before you. That gives him a little moment to breathe. You see him turn towards you at the corner of your eye, "why didn't you continue with that driving school you used to go to?"

Instantly, your mood turns sour.

You don't answer. The light turns green and with a little more force than necessary, you swivel to the right, following the traffic crawling up one of the main streets.

"Hellooo," Hyunjae, however, doesn't pick up on the sudden change in mood, "you could at least not ignore the person trying to help you out here."

"I didn't have time."

You do know that your voice is coming out colder than expected. You hope Hyunjae is too oblivious to care.

"In any case -- oh, go. The car's moving," he directs you forward upon seeing the traffic ease up, "slowly, make sure to check out the upcoming red light. They dock marks when it turns yellow."

"That's such bull."

"Uhuh. Go right. Keep your vehicle steady," his hand rests on yours, gently turning the wheel and navigating you into the right position. You notice how big his hand is in comparison to yours.

You're turning onto another side road when you aak, "Has your hand always been this big?"

"Pfft. Honey, my hands have always been big," he wriggles his brows, "if you know what I mean."

You shove him, "dick."

You try not to let yourself think about what happened in driving school back then. The memory still haunts you even to this day, despite you brushing it off and hoping to carry this secret to your grave. There are many things you regret in life. One of them is continuing on with it despite of what was happening. How stupid--pathetic--an idiot.

Hyunjae, of course, doesn't know anything.

You meet him a few days later for another lesson in the heart of the city and you're waiting where driving school students usually do, when your eyes suddenly spot a familiar green vehicle in the distance.

You freeze.

It's him.

You blink. A shiver runs down your spine. Fear.

A hand on your thigh. You, unmoving, terror spreading like venom.

A voice in your ear. Disgusting.

The car turns and a gasp leaves you upon spotting his face. The world suddenly comes to a halt, blood freezing and air suddenlt getting sucked out of your chest.

It would have been impossible to avoid him forever. But you hadn't expected to see him again this soon.

You feel trapped. You can't breathe. Your legs feel like cement, stuck to the ground.

Your voice. You can't speak, you can't--

"Y/N."

You jump. Swivel around to see Hyunjae waiting for you with a confused furrow to his brow. He's looking pretty good, with a simple white shirt, checkered shirt thrown over the top, and dark jeans and sneakers to match.

"I've been calling your name for ages, you asleep or wha--" his words are cut off when you stride towards him, grab his arm to pull him away. Away from him. Away from all the mwntal pictures flashing before your eyes.

"Y/N?" He's calling after you, worry now lining his voice, "what-- what's wrong?"

"I--nothing I just--where's your car?"

"Y/N--Hold on. Wait," he grabs your shoulders, turning you around with a firm grip that's impossible to escape and though you avoid his eyes, drop your gaze to the ground, you know from the way he's tightened his hold that it hasn't escaped his notice.

He waits though. Until your door is closed, until you're already pulling out of the parking lot without a backwarda glance. Until you're driving down the road at full speed as if you're on the run for your life.

You don't know how much time has elapsed until Hyunjae calls your name. Once. Twice.

"Y/N."

"What?"

"Can you pull over to the side?" He points towards a free spot where another car is pulling out. You diligently slide in, and Hyunjae grabs onto the wheel for assistance. He makes sure you're well settled into your space before turning to you in a way that makes you squirm in place.

"Care to tell me what that was about?" His tone is serious, causing you to look away and swallow hard.

Of course he deserves explanations. It's just that... you don't know how to tell him.

"And don't tell me it's nothing," he cuts off your mental scramble with a finality to his tone, "you can't hide that from me Y/N. Who do you take me for?"

Crap.

"There's nothing to say," you lie. But it's useless, because Hyunjae has seen the fear stretching across your face, has noticed the terror glazing your eyes over.

His hand grasps your wrist, a familiar action he does whenever he tries calming you down, "tell me, Y/N."

You can't keep it in any longer.

You break.

You tell him everything. About how it had started with comments on your appearance at first, how pretty you looked today, how beautiful the clothes fitted on your body. You'd thought it weird but not weird enough to stop. So a polite thank you was your only response. Apparently, that had only escalated from there. His hand, venturing under the wheel to touch your knee, then slide up your thigh. And you, driving, terrified that doing something about it would be overreacting. Was it overreacting? You weren't sure. Of anything. And you were ashamed.

So ashamed.

The more you speak, the more tense Hyunjae seems to become. His jaw clenches and he fists his hand so hard in his lap that his knuckles turned white. He doesn't look at you, instead keeps his gaze on the vehicle before him and finally, when you're done and drying your eyes with the edge of your sweater while avoiding his at all costs, Hyunjae's hand slowly slips up to your shoulder and pulls you in.

He hugs you to his chest, not minding that your bodies were separated by a joystick. He tucks your head into the crook of his neck and it was only upon noticing the trail of tears on his shirt that you realize you're crying.

"I'm sorry," you attempt to pull away but Hyunjae halts you, arms locked into an iron cage of comfort that leaves you no choice but to melt even further into him.

When he speaks next, his voice is filled with silent, seething rage.

"How long has this been going on for?"

It scares you. And yet, the concern, the security that pools around you in layers of warmth in the form of Hyunjae's figure. He makes you feel safe. Heard. And most of all, not judged.

You shake your head. Time had blurred the moment this started happening. As if a recurring nightmare that would go on and on without end.

"Did he do anything else, Y/N?"

You don't answer, hiding your face into Hyunjae's neck.

"Y/N. I need to know. Did he do anything else?"

Maybe it's the way Hyunjae speaks that make you shiver. But you answer in a hoarse murmur:

"He--tried. But--I... I uhm, I--"

Hyunjae hugs you even tighter in response, though you can feel the physical tension running through his veins. He's burning, ready to explode and knowing Hyunjae, he's bound to get into a reckless fight just because of you.

"I'll kill him." He grovels out.

His words make your heart jump. You tug onto his shirt in response, "don't," you murmur, pulling back to look up at him, "don't do anything stupid."

He doesn't respond, but you feel his jaw clench. Reaching up to cup his cheek and turning his face to yours, you continue, "it's not worth it. And it's already done."

"He hurt you."

"Well, technically--"

"He hurt you, Y/N." Hyunjae's eyes darken menacingly, "I don't--I can't--" taking in a breath, he exhales shakily as though trying to regain a sense of control, "I can't let that slide."

"You can't beat him up for it. There's no proof. And you can't complain either--"

Anger flares through his nostrils, "what about the other girls he did that to? Are you just going to let it slide?"

"It's not worth it, not for you. If anything, I'm the one that should do something about it, " you try catching his gaze with your eyes after a moment of deliberately ignoring them, he does. And the anguish, the amount of emotion running, swirling through them is enough to knock the air out of your chest in one single breath.

You don't know how long you stare up at Hyunjae, him doing the same. You don't notice that his other arm has fallen to your waist, gently caressing the bit of skin underneath your shirt. Nor do you notice the way his heart speeds up as if he's just run a marathon in five minutes.

"Will you?"

"Hm?" you blink back to focus. Since when has Hyunjae been so close to you? Absentmindedly, you hear a car honk in the distance to remind you that you're still in the parking lot, and this is definitely still a public space.

"Will you do something about it?"

"I--" suddenly, it feels too hard to breathe. Hyunjae probably notices your inner turmoil, for he shushes you, hand smoothing down your back and pressing his head atop yours.

"I'm sorry I raised my voice at you," comes his murmur.

You shake your head, "that's nothing to apologize for."

"I still think you should go and report him to the driving school company he works for, at least."

Biting down so hard on your lip that you taste blood, you allow your eyes to fall to Hyunjae's collarbones and notice, for the first time, that he's got a scatter of moles across his neck. Cute.

"I will," you mumble in hopes that he'll be convinced. He isn't.

He grips your shoulders, turns you to him and says, "I know it's hard and I don't want to push you to do something you don't want to. But for the goodness of everyone else's and for the safety of the other students that are taking his lessons, you should report him."

You lower your head to his shoulder, "...I will."

How you will do such a thing, you're not quite sure.

But one thing you do know is that you haven't felt more safe anywhere else but in Hyunjae's arms and you wish this, this feeling can last forever.

As if listening in to your thoughts, Hyunjae snuggles even closer to you, dares a small kiss to be pressed upon your forehead.

"What's that for?" Your words echo against his nape.

He shifts against you without answering, though you hear his heart rate pick up through his chest.

"What?"

"You just..." your voice trails off at the last two words, "kissed me."

"No I didn't."

"Hm. Could've fooled me."

----

Nothing else was said on the matter of the forehead kiss. You did, however, pluck up your courage with two hands and, with Hyunjae's help, deposited a formal comppaint to the police station. Thankfully, both officers are kind and gentle with you, listening in attentively and assuring you that they will be looking into the matter as soon as possible.

"Since when has this been happening?" One of them asked while the other has his pen ready in hand. Outside, you can hear the bustling of police officers mixed in with landlines ringing in caocphony. It's no wonder the police are always running around the clock.

Is this a mistake? Just a waste of time?

"Hey," Hyunjae's voice brings you back to reality, one of his hands coming to a rest upon your own before he squeezes it softly.

Your eyes flutter up to meet his, and his tender smile makes your ribs contract.

"You okay?" He asks.

You croak out, "yeah."

You've never seen auch an attentive side to him before so it does surprise you, the way he coaxes words out of you as you continue babbling on about what your driving instructor had done, the way he gently guides you down the corridor, away from the policemen, away from the thought of what you'd just confessed in your own words.

He pushes open the door so that you can step outside and you take a shaky inhale, not noticing the way your best looks at you as if you've just opened up a whole entire universe to his eyes. A universe at which you're the center.

"Thank you," you can't meet his eyes. Not after everything that had just transpired.

"You don't have to thank me, Y/N."

"I do. It--that--I--" you stutter over your words as emotion catches in your throat, "I never would've been able to do that without you."

A few beats of silence pass, in which he gazes down at you, and you back up at him. Something stirs in the air, as new as a baby bird shaking its wings, as new as a butterfly breaking out of its cocoon for the first time.

His hand reaches for yours, pulls you closer until you have no choice but to look up at him, and the depth in his eyes makes your heart jump up to your throat.

"Proud of you," he murmurs.

You can't help but smile, "shut up."

"I really am," he pushes a strand of hair off your face. You feel the heat of a blush creep up your face. What? This is Hyunjae, the guy who'd make fun of you because you'd always sleep with your mouth open!

"W-We should probably head back." You stammer and proceed to side-step him. He lets you, allows the distance to grow once more between your bodies as you walk up to the said car. Nothing else is said during the drive back home and, despite the heavy realization that maybe you have a teeny tiny crush on your best friend, you try not to give that away when you say goodbye with a small sidehug.

"I'll see you around," you'te already gathering your things, scrambling to get out and away from him as soon as possible.

You don't even wait for him to say bye.

----

You could've imagined it.

The forehead kiss.

His hand holding yours.

The way he looks at you.

The more you try to push it out of your mind, the more Hyunjae seems to come haunt you.

You continue your driving lessons once per week, which does not help matters in the least. It's as if you brought your best friend back and yet, he'd do something like put his hand on the back of your seat, or place his hand upon yours to steer you in the right lane. More often than not, Hyunjae would lean over to direct you and you'd get a whiff of his deodorant. And oh my, had he always smelled this good?

"Earth to Y/N."

"What?" Your head whips up only to catch Hyunjae's eye as he strides to you. His hair is parted sideways this morning and he can almost pass as a model with those tight-ass jeans, black v-neck and metal chain hanging just above his collarbone.

The thing is, you've known Hyunjae all your life. You know that he knows how good he looks. And he'd played with those cards without fault today apparently.

" it's the D-Day," he grins wickedly, "how do you feel?"

"Like I'm about to throw up."

He takes a seat beside you, "you drive well. You just have to be careful of your turns and that you don't run over any red lights."

"But it's so hard! And you know how unlucky I am when it comes to that!"

"You'll be fine," he holds your gaze, "I promise."

You were not.

It's only fifteen minutes later that you step out of the police car, tears stinging the back of your eyes as you make your way back to the police station as shame crawls all over your tummy. The police woman recites off all your mistakes but you're barely listening, the rush in your ears so loud that you only nod in response to all her complaints and by the time you do make it out of the police office, you're disoriented, lost. Unsure of what to do.

You find Hyunjae or rather, he finds you in the middle of the parking lot, glassy-eyed and flushed to your toes.

"I'm such a loser," is the first thing you say to him, almost laughing at yourself. Except this situation is not funny at all and you soon realize that you’ll have to do this again, and again, and again, until you somehow miraculously get this stupid piece of paper that doesn’t even mean much in the real world. That fact alone is frustrating in itself and you swear you almost break down right then and there, if not for Hyunjae’s firm grasp on your shoulder, propelling you out of your thoughts.

“You did nothing wrong,” he looks into your eyes, searches your gaze until he’s sure you’re finally looking at him and not through him, “and we’ll keep trying until you get it. There’s no shame in failing a driving test Y/N. You know that right?”

“For you probably,” you mumble.

He pulls you into a hug then, as if that might solve all the problems that seem to burst out of your life. Though it does calm you down, the way his chest presses against yours, the way his warmth engulfs your entirety, like you can drown yourself in him if you really want to.

You briefly wonder whether he’s aware of the effect he has on you, but decide against saying anything. You’ve said enough for today.

So you only hold on to him even tighter if that’s possible before breathing in deep. Hyunjae’s scent fills your nose and you’d be a liar to say that it doesn’t ease your worries, because it does.

You’re not sure how you feel about that.

The more you try to push away thoughts of your best friend being what people called "boyfriend material", the more his presence haunts you. It's impossible to go five minutes without thinking of the way his body feels when he leans over you, or the way his hand covers yours, or the way butterflies erupt in your chest when he looks at you for a little too long.

To the point where it annoys you, grates at your nerves. So annoying.

It seems though, that fate isn't on your side, when you bump into him on your way home from work.

"Hello stranger," his face eases out into that mischievous grin that makes your cheeks warm. You look away, as if burnt, "you've been avoiding me."

"I've been busy," you retort, "and I have other friends."

"But I'm your favourite, right?" He wriggles his brows as he follows you to your said bus stop. It's the middle of the week, around five in the evening, and the place is void from people.

That doesn't help. That leaves you alone with him. You can't have that.

"What's going on with your driving? You haven't asked to meet up after your test," Hyunjae asks.

"Ugh I don't even want to think about it," you grumble.

"You don't want to pay me anymore?"

"Stop being so dramatic, Hyunjae. You know that's a lie."

"So you're avoiding me then?"

"What makes you think that?" You scoff, looking down at the scuff of your shoes, at the end of your road. Anything to avoid Hyunjae if you can help it.

"Well you're not looking at me, for one."

You look up, frowning, "that's not--"

Hyunjae stepping forward to trap you against the wall of the bus stop has you yelping in shock. Dipping his head towards yours with a smirk that causes you to squirm in place, his arm presses against the wall to trap you in, heat against heat. Tempting.

Your head is buzzing. You feel dizzy. Light-headed.

Suddenly, it's hard to breathe.

“What are you—“ the words catch in the back of your throat upon seeing his face up close, so close to yours. You turn your head away, only for his fingers to grasp your chin, turn you back to face him with again, that mischievous glint in his eye, almost as if he’s a five year old boy ready to tease you senseless about your unexplainable crush on him—

You do not have a crush on him. As if on cue, you take a sharp breath.

Hyunjae notices, causing his smirk to grow wider, “so,” he says as casually as you would discuss today’s weather forecast, “my dear Y/N, I’d like to ask you something—“

“Please don’t.”

“—Because I think that you and I have—“

“Shut up Hyunjae—“

“—still have things to discuss and you—“

“I said shut up!”

“—do you like me like I do?”

You’re about ready to kick him at this point, to throttle him with bare hands. That is, until the weight of his words sink in.

You blink up at him, momentarily lost. Did you hear him correctly or is that another figment of your imagination? Because in a universe tucked away from this reality, you and Hyunjae are — well, if you’re being honest with yourself — fully immersed in each other’s being. It’s a pathetic secret that you’ve merely realized was true a few nights ago as you lay in bed, wide-eyed and staring up at the ceiling, and wondered why your heart beat so fast whenever Hyunjae’s name floats to mind.

Hyunjae prods the side of your hip, bringing you out of your sudden daze, “hello? Did you hear what I just said?”

“Wha—I—Did you—I—“ you can’t help but splutter out and making him chuckle deeply as his hand reaches up to curl a strand of hair behind your ear. You feel the heat ignite within your chest, so tight and bundled up in a knot of fire that makes you squirm in place and — why the heck was he so close?!

Amused brown eyes gaze down at your flushed face, though his grip on your chin is firm, stopping any attempts for you to hide your face somewhere, anywhere. His body, his warmth, you can feel it. The heat that buzzes between you, a tension that’s been pulled tight like an elastic band and ready to pop at any given moment.

“Hey,” Hyunjae murmurs.

You bite your lip. Your eyes flit to his, then back up to his.

Your heart lurches at the tenderness swimming in his orbs.

“Wh-What?” Your heart is pounding.

“Are we…” Hyunjae searches your gaze for a moment as the tension wraps around you in a tighter embrace, “…can I…kiss you?””

You don’t know what to say. You don’t know what you can say to such words, except that there’s no denying the jolt that your heart gives, practically jumping up your throat as it tightens. Which is why you blurt out the first thing that comes to mind:

“Are you flirting with me?”

Hyunjae blinks. You blink back. Then, horror seeps in.

Oh no.

Oh no no no—

But he bursts out laughing, “yes Y/N, I am — well, no — I’m trying to flirt with you. I have been trying for ages now.”

“Stop shitting me.”

“I swear it on my mother’s head that I am not shitting you,” Hyunjae’s hand releases your chin to raise it at his side and despite yourself, you miss the warmth of his fingertips, “ask the rest of the boys if you’re not convinced.”

“Is this why you wanted to give me driving lessons?”

“Well…” He grimaces, “partly, yes. But I also genuinely wanted you to pass your driving test.”

That earns him a hit on his arm, causing him to yelp, “ouch! What? What did I do? I helped you!” He whines out like a kicked puppy and though you’re aware that Hyunjae is a little too close and that it should’ve made you more uncomfortable that he’s in your personal space, you can’t help but laugh at his expression. He joins you soon enough, all grins and smiles. His free hand absentmindedly drops to your hip to draw comforting circles.

Your small moment is broken when a bus pulls up. Your bus. And though you should’ve been more surprised when the said young man decidedly hops on to accompany you home, there’s something that shifted in the air between you. The ball is in your court now, you know Hyunjae feels and there’s a warm glow that seems to spread across your heart and tingle at your fingertips the more time you spend pondering over the thought that yes, you want this. You want this as much as he does. Maybe more.

He goes back to being your best friend during the bus ride home and it isn’t until he walks you up to your apartment door that nervousness creeps up on you again.

“Thanks for dropping me off. You didn’t have to do that,” you tell him.

He answers with a raised brow, “I only accompanied you home because I’m waiting for an answer. A positive one, hopefully.”

“What answer?” You play dumb.

“Don’t make me repeat it again. My ego’s already gone under the bus. Do you really have to do that?”

You only grin up at him.

He sighs, “fine. Y/N, I like you and I’d like to know if you like me too because otherwise I don’t think we’ll be able to be best friends anymore. On top of that, I don’t think I can keep the promise of being your best man at your wedding—“

Your hand clamps upon his t-shirt and you tug him down, cutting off his speech as your lips press against his in a short, sweet kiss.

Hyunjae’s eyes are glazed over when you pull back, looking at you as if he’s seeing you for the first time.

“Wow.” He murmurs, and before you know it he’s wrapped his arms around you, pushed you back against your front door, before his lips lock upon yours.

Wow is an understatement.

His mouth, so gentle yet firm, opens up against yours. His arms firmly press you to his chest and your hands flatten against his t-shirt, instinctively curling into the material when he parts your mouth and kisses you till your head starts spinning. You never would’ve taken Hyunjae for a gentle kisser, but the way he handles you with care — cupping your face with one hand to tilt your head sideways — causes tingles of excitement to shoot down to your stomach down to your toes.

Every color of the rainbow imaginable bursts behind your lids the more you kiss like you’ll never kiss again for the rest of your life. Pressing you against the door, a gasp suddenly falls from your mouth upon feeling his chest against yours, and that urges his tongue to slip past your lips into your mouth. You moan softly, the slightest of sounds that rumble at the back of your throat, but Hyunjae’s satisfied growl is enough to send your stomach cartwheeling with fireworks. His hands pull you even more insistently, slipping past the material of your shirt to rest against your naked skin, leaving you gasping against him as your hands slip up to the back of his head to fist into those gorgeous locks of his.

Hyunjae grunts in pleasure, tongue tangling up with yours and one hand tracing random shapes along the small of your spine. One of his legs slip between your thighs, causing you to gasp at the sensation. His only response is to drop a hand to your thigh and before you realize what he’s doing, he’s pulled your leg up to hook it around his waist as another soft growl of satisfaction rumbles from the back of his throat.

You can't hold back the whimper escaping you as he traces patterns up your clothed thigh.

"Hyunjae," you gasp out when your lips disentangle so that his dot a line of kisses down to your jaw, "you--"

You never thought of your best friend, capable of doing such things.

You never thought of your best friend, and doing such things with him.

It causes heat to spring up your entire body. It feels all kinds of wrong and all kinds of right at the same time. But one thing for sure is that it feels good. Too good.

He grumbles out something that sounds like, "don't move," mouth echoing kisses along your neck. He brushes along a sensitive spot, causing you to let out a sharp breath and grasp onto his shirt like he's the last thing keeping you afloat.

Pulling back only for air, you're met with his brown eyes filled with such naked affection that makes your tummy twist inside out.

Your nose brushes against his tenderly. With affection.

And when he gives you a smile, it is one filled with a feeling so exhilarating that it knocks the air out of your chest.

He's so beautiful.

"I--" you're at loss for words. What to say when there's nothing that can match the way he makes you feel?

And when he speaks next, his alto has dipped to a murmur:

"I like you."

Your breath catches in your throat.

"I mean, I wouldn't be kissing you if I didn't," he chuckles nervously, pulling back and allowing his hold on your thigh to fall slack, "I couldn't help myself, sorry, maybe I should've asked--"

You tug him to you and kiss his next words away, and the young man moans, kissing back hungrily, even following your lips once you pull back.

"I would've punched you if I didn't like you," you whisper.

As if unconsciously, your hand reaches up to his cheek, thumb stroking over his cheekbone.

He shivers at your touch, leans into it before closing his eyes, "so...you think we can go out for a coffee sometime?"

You can't help the smile that breaks over your face, "if you let me drive us there."

[carry-the-sky]

there is the road,

and there is the story of where the road goes—

(or: jesse finds his way. tw for brief descriptions of ptsd-related nightmares.)

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+ one day after.

Haines is—different. You sure as hell aren’t in the ABQ anymore. There’s like, no people here, for one thing, and that makes you nervous. You’re a strange face, a newcomer. People will notice, right? They’ll notice, and then—

But you make it to the grocery store just fine. You push your cart around, pay for your food the same as everyone else, and no one looks twice at you. Then you’re driving back through town, past a post office and a bank and at least three different seafood restaurants, which, hell yes. The classiest seafood place you’ve been to is Red Lobster, and only then because their biscuits tasted fucking phenomenal when you were high. Skinny had once convinced Badger to bribe the waitress for the recipe, which went about as terribly as you thought it would. Later, Skinny looked it up and found out you could just buy the mix at the store.

God, you miss them.

It hurts more to try not to think about them, so you let yourself. All the way out of town, you think about Badger hitchhiking up from the Mexico border, Skinny taking heat from the police, covering for you. You think about the last words you said to each of them, and how you wish you would’ve said more.

The turn comes up faster than you’re expecting. Asphalt gives way to mud and snow pack, and you shift the Toyota into four-wheel drive. The street doesn’t even have a real name—Road S.7, reads the battered sign at the turn-off—and you can’t help but feel a swell of gratitude towards Ed. Quiet, he’d promised, and he definitely delivered.

Your house is the only one on this street. It’s an a-frame, like the ones your parents always talked about building. They wanted a place up north, somewhere like Wyoming or Montana where they could take you and Jake skiing, or whatever it is normal families do. Maybe that’s what they would’ve done with the extra cash from selling your Aunt Ginny’s house.

You put the Toyota in park, open the back hatch, and grab a bag of groceries in each hand. The snow here is still fresh, and it crunches under your boot when you take a tentative step.

Start over. Start fresh. Put things right.

No. Sorry, kid. That’s the one thing you can never do.

Maybe, maybe not. You take another step forward anyways.

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+ one week after.

The a-frame is nice. You’re not sure what you were expecting, but the place is fully-furnished, down to the shower curtain in the bathroom, and the living room windows face south, so it’s warm and light most of the day. It’s the last type of place you ever saw yourself living, but it’s yours. It’s safe.

This morning’s routine is the same as the last few have been—coffee, breakfast, get a fire going in the wood-burning stove. There’s a deer outside the window, and you watch her for a moment while you sip the rest of your coffee. She lifts her head to look at you, the length of her statue-still—and then she’s turning away to resume foraging. You aren’t a threat.

You have more money than you know what to do with, but you still give the job classifieds a once-over. The thought of hanging around the a-frame day after day makes your palms itch—you want to stay busy, stay doing, so you circle a few part-time stints, places you’re reasonably sure won’t laugh you and your lack of a resume out the door.

No flashbacks today, when you finally make it to the shower.

This life you’re carving out is a work in progress, but that’s okay. You’re building it from scratch, sanding it down and filing away the jagged edges. It’s gonna take some time, and you’re okay with that. You’re okay.

.

There’s a dog curled up on the porch when you open your front door. Definitely a mutt, some kind of lab mix maybe. No collar. You ease the door shut as quietly as you can, but it stirs at the noise and lifts its head.

“Hey, bud,” you say, squatting and reaching a hand out.

The dog takes a tentative sniff in your direction, so you shift closer. It’s the wrong move. The dog scrabbles to its feet and tears off into the trees before you can blink.

“Yo!” you shout, but it’s gone.

You make a mental note to grab some kibble when you’re in town.

.

The first three jobs on your list are a bust. One of them has been filled already, another wants at least a year of previous experience, and the lady at the last place takes one look at your ink, plasters a fake smile on her face, and tells you she’ll be in touch.

“Bitch,” you growl under your breath as soon as you’re back in your car. Your fingers itch for a cigarette, and you dig around in your pocket before remembering that you don’t have any, that you’d purposefully avoided buying any at the store. Fresh start, and all that.

You tip your head back to rest against the seat. For the first time since getting here, it starts to sink in just how alone you are. It has to be this way, you know that. It’s like your life’s been split cleanly in half—everything before Alaska, and everything after. You can’t go back, and you can’t fit the pieces together again. You get it.

Doesn’t mean it’s not gonna suck, sometimes.

You pick up some dog food on your way home—a bag with words like “natural”  and “grain-free,” because why the hell not—and you’re almost out of town when a sign by the road catches your eye.

Morley’s Custom Woodworking, 2 miles south on 3rd Ave

When you get to 3rd, you turn automatically, like you know exactly where you’re going. It’s your foot pumping the gas, your hands on the steering wheel, but you can’t shake the feeling that you’re being pulled towards something.

Fuck off, universe, you think, but you keep driving.

Morley’s sits where the road dead-ends. You duck inside, and the first thing that hits you is the smell, all pine-y and sweet. There’s a table and a couple chairs sitting by the entrance, and you run a hand over the closest one. Smooth as glass.

“How can I help you?”

You turn. There’s a guy walking towards you who looks like a lumberjack poster boy—big and tall, full-grown beard, arms like tree stumps. He’s older, maybe Mike’s age.

“Uh,” you say stupidly. “Yeah, hey, man, I was just—I was in the, y’know, the area, and I just wanted to see if you maybe needed help with, I don’t know, stocking inventory or cleaning up, or whatever—”

The guy’s looking at you like he’s trying not to laugh, and honestly you can’t blame him. You sound like a rambling moron.

“You know what, I’m just gonna—” you gesture towards the front door.

“You new in town?” the guy says, looking thoroughly amused.

Shit. It’s that obvious.

“Yeah, been here about a week.”

The guy appraises you. His eyes are soft and kind, which kinda flies in the face of the whole lumberjack thing, but, hey, no judgment here.  

“Got any woodworking experience?” he asks.

Sure, if making half a dozen boxes for a vo-tech class in high school counts.

“Not exactly,” you say. “But—I’m a fast learner, and I’m good with my hands. In a totally non-pervy way,” you quickly clarify, “which you probably didn’t need to know, but it’s always good to, y’know—” you trail off and heave a sigh. “Okay, how badly am I screwing this up?”

The guy quirks a smile. “Depends on if you’re gonna keep talking or not.”

You’re laughing before you can think better of it, and the guy’s chuckling too, and then he’s saying, “I’ve got a workshop this Saturday. Why don’t you come by? We’ll see what you got.”

You’re not sure if it’s the universe making the decision or if it’s you, but you don’t really care. Either way, it’s another step forward, and you’re gonna take it.

.

+ one month after.

You still have nightmares. Sometimes you’re in the cage, and sometimes you’re on top of it, and they’re pressing you down, pressing your face against the bars.

“Open your eyes, Jesse,” someone—Todd?—is saying. “Open your eyes and look.”

Sometimes, you fight back. You strangle Todd with your handcuffs, the metal digging into his neck. You beat the shit out of Jack, or one of his other inbred thugs (you never bothered to learn their names). You shoot yourself in the head.

Sometimes, it’s Walt holding you down instead of Todd.

You’re not sure when, if ever, the dreams will stop, but maybe that’s not the point. Maybe the point is that they’re all gone and you’re still here. Whatever that means, you’re still here. You’re still fighting.

It’s a small comfort, but it’s something.

.

It’s taken you a couple weeks, but the dog is starting to warm up to you.

You’ve started calling it Skinny, and yeah, you tell yourself it’s because the poor thing really is skin and bones, and no other reason. It still sits a comfortable distance away from you whenever you’re outside, but it’s stopped bolting every  time you make a movement that’s faster than not moving at all. You don’t know shit about dogs, but you know enough not to try approaching it again. Just let it be, let it see that you’re here and you mean no harm.

You keep a handful of dog food with you when you’re outside, just in case.

You’re stacking cords of firewood in the shed out back when the dog comes up to you, right up to you, tail wagging tentatively.

“Hey, there,” you say, but as soon as you stick a hand out, the dog growls.

“Okay.” You fish around in your back pocket. “You don’t know me, I get it. I totally get it. But maybe this—” you proffer the hand with the kibble— “will change your mind.”

You’re careful not to make eye contact as it sniffs your hand. Then it’s crunching the food up, tongue licking your palm enthusiastically as it searches for more where that came from.

“Right on, my kind of guy. Or, uh—” you duck your head and quickly scan the dog’s underside— “girl, I guess. Sorry about that.”

It’s another few weeks before Skinny will let you pet her, and one more after that before you can coax her into your car to take her to the vet. She’s not micro-chipped, and no one’s reported a missing dog, so they give her a routine series of shots and tell you it’s okay to take her home.

You’re not sure if this is a good idea—can you really even take care of yourself?—but it feels right. She’s like you, lost and alone. Maybe this is what both of you need.

.

You rent out a space at Morley’s after hours to work on the projects he gives you. Small things, at first, like cabinet drawers and birdhouses. During the week, you take orders and receive shipments and assist him with the larger custom pieces he’s working on. It’s hard work, but it’s good. You like working with your hands, making things instead of breaking them apart.

You think a lot about that box you made. You wish you would’ve actually given it to your mom. She would’ve been proud of it, of you.

You wish—

.

+ one year after.

“...and I’m gonna gently, gently tap, following the angles in the mountain. Always follow your angles.”

“Follow the angles,” you echo, bringing your brush up to the canvas. “Hell yeah, I can follow the angles.”

You must be pressing down too hard, because the colors are starting to smear together. If you’re being honest, most of this painting is a mess, but the mountains actually look halfway decent. You’re starting to get the hang of those.

“...and then just beat the devil out of it.”

“That’s my favorite part,” you tell Skinny, who’s watching you with mild curiosity.  

Netflix freezes for a moment, the percentage ticking upwards slowly as the episode renders, but you’re not concerned. That happens pretty frequently. You take advantage of the pause to clean your brush beat-the-devil style, which startles Skinny. Her claws clack against the wood floor as she scrambles away from you.

The rest of the painting is relatively painless—you mix the phthalo green with your purple instead of phthalo blue, but hey, happy accident. You’re getting used to accepting those.

Skinny re-emerges, eyeing you warily. You laugh and stoop to ruffle her ears.

“Sorry I scared you,” you say. “But, hey, it’s part of the process, yeah? Can’t jerk around with the process. Especially not Bob’s.”

Skinny just licks your hand in response.

.

You finish your first major piece at work, a two-leaf, red oak dining table. You’re almost a little sad when the couple who ordered it come to pick it up, but it would just sit in the shop otherwise. And you’d never live it down if you admitted it to Morley, who likened selling the first piece of furniture he ever built to sending a kid off to college.

“It’s beautiful,” the couple tells you. “Even better than we imagined. Thank you.”

You do your best to ignore all the knowing looks Morley shoots in your direction for the rest of the day.

.

You write to Badger and Skinny (the human) on a semi-regular basis. The letters are pretty general—you try to avoid any details that might give away where you are—but you tell them about the wood shop, and Skinny (the dog). Once, you accidentally write your return address on the envelope. You briefly consider sending it anyways. They’d come, they’d absolutely come if they knew where you were, and you’d be selfish enough to let them.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss them, but it’s gotten better. You picture them playing GTA on Badger’s Playstation, or smoking a bowl, and it hurts a little less. They’re safe and they’re happy, and your loneliness is a small price to pay for that.

You’re, like, my hero and shit.

They have no idea it’s actually the other way around.

.

You watch the Northern Lights from your porch, a mug of hot tea in your hands and Skinny’s head resting on your knee. You think, this must be what heaven is like.

.

“So, where should we go?”

Skinny looks at you like she’d like nothing better than to murder you, but you figure that probably has more to do with the car than you. She’s quivering in the backseat, and you haven’t even turned the key in the ignition yet.

“C’mon, don’t look at me like that. You love car rides.”

Skinny whines and paws at the door.

“Okay, maybe love’s a strong word, but you love the mountains right? And the only way to get to the mountains is to ride in the car, so. We cool?”

Soon you’re on the highway. The back windows are rolled down, and Skinny’s sticking her head gleefully out the passenger side, all thoughts of murder gone from her head. You think you both might be happiest when you’re driving like this, wind in your hair and your ears, nothing but open road stretched ahead.

You don’t know where you’re going, but that doesn’t matter. You’ll find your way.

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It’s Lit

@wordshakerofgallifrey​ prompted “"all our friends are drunk" with whoever's most responsible between the Newsies and Les Mis revolutionaries (aka gimme more of your crossover please;))” This went more into crossover land in general and less into drunken shenanigans but I think you’ll like the outcome.  Rating: G Words: 2,750 Gen AO3

Combeferre had been looking forward to spending New Years in New York. Not that they were going to the ball drop, no one really wanted to deal with that crowd, but getting to go into the city and spend the time with his friends had been all he could think about since Katherine and her friends had invited them.

The day after Christmas he’d packed his bags and his mom had given him a ride to the airport. It was shorter and cheaper to just fly from Savannah than to try and drive or take a train. Some of his friends would be doing one or the other but he knew that Bahorel and Musichetta would be flying in too, they’d tried to coordinate their flights to all land around the same time so it was easier for whoever would be meeting them at JFK.

Combeferre checked his phone once they landed and it had time to power up, Specs had texted that he had found Chetta and they were by the rental car kiosk. He smiled as he typed out a quick reply.

The Newsies seemed to be taking the task of hosting the ABC for a week with aplomb, figuring out housing arrangements and airport/train pickup/drop-off schedules and relaying it through Katherine to their groupchat. By the time they were leaving Baltimore from their last summit the week before the holidays it had already been settled and all that needed to be done was ticket purchasing. Combeferre had asked for his plane tickets as a last-minute Christmas present and been thrilled when his grandparents handed him them, wrapped up in an overlarge box and stuck into a book on the legend of Mothman. The book had made the flight interesting, if only because of the strange looks from the guy sitting next to him.

He scanned the lobby, looking for the car rentals and subsequently Specs and Chetta in the spacious white and silver environment. They saw him first and started calling out to him and waving; Combeferre grinned and course corrected as he made his way over.

“Ferre!” Musichetta pulled him into a tight hug when she saw him, forcing him to let go of the handle of his small carry one to return it. “How was your holiday?”

“Good! Good. And yours?”

“Oh excellent. I got new shoes!” She twirled her foot to show him the boots that did look new.

“Nice,” he smiled before turning to Specs who had been watching them with a grin of his own. “And how’s your holiday?”

“Well hosting one of my friends from D.C. for a week definitely makes it pretty great.”

Combeferre laughed and hugged the other boy. They’d gotten close over the last semester and when he’d been told that he would be bunking with Specs for the week Ferre couldn’t stop grinning.

“Rel should be landing now,” Musichetta commented once they released each other, checking her watch.

“Cool. I had to park pretty far, just warning you now,” Specs said, giving them both a look. “So if you want to sit now’s your chance.”

“I’ve been sitting!” Chetta laughed. “I can stand and troop to your car yet. Trust me.”

Combeferre quirked an eyebrow. “You drive?”

“Yeah. It’s my mom’s car but it’s better than having to pay for a cab or an uber out here.”

“I didn’t think you could drive,” Combeferre said honestly.

Specs smirked. “Oh, cause I’m a New Yorker I can’t drive? I’m a rare breed, sure, but my grandma’s not from the city and she thinks that it’s a necessary skill so…” he trailed off with a shrug.

“Well as long as we get where we need to be in time for food, I have no complaints,” Musichetta added with a twist of her lips.

“Race’s mom is hosting dinner for everyone tonight, homemade Italian,” Specs said.

“I heard, someone let that slip to R and he hasn’t been able to shut up about it. He got Joly and Boss set on it too.” She rolled her eyes but it was with love, not malice.

“Ayyyy-o!” Someone called out, drawing the attention of everyone in the lobby. They all looked to the area that led from the baggage claim where Bahorel was now walking, arms raised with duffel bag in hand and backpack on his shoulder.

Combeferre laughed as Musichetta let out a responding “Ayyyy-o!”

Bahorel ran the rest of the way over and pulled the trio into a tight hug.

When he could finally breathe again Combeferre turned to Bahorel with a raised brow. “Finally see Bohemian Rhapsody?” he guessed.

“And Mary Poppins and Aquaman.”

“Well you’ve got me beat. I only got to see Into the Spider-verse,” Specs said as they all turned to start the trek to the car.

“Oh how was it?” Chetta asked, leading to a conversation that ended up just being about John Mulaney by the time they actually got to the car. Specs wasn’t kidding about having to park far away.

They’d all left their bags in the trunk of Spec’s mom’s Toyota as they walked up to the apartment building in Manhattan Racetrack Higgins called home, at least for now. Specs had told them about how he and his boyfriend Spot were trying to find a place to move into together at the end of the spring semester.

Specs pressed the buzzer, waving at the camera with a warm smile. The door clicked open and he ushered them in. When they got off on the eleventh floor they turned a corner and upon reaching the door at the end of the hall Specs raised a hand to knock. A lanky boy with dirty blonde curls answered, pulling Specs immediately into a hug when he did.

“Race! Let me go!” Specs laughed as he tried to fight the other boy off, who by this point had turned the hug into a headlock even though Specs had a couple inches on him. He finally did and Specs shot him a dirty look before rounding on the three ABC members behind him. “This is Bahorel, Musichetta, and Combeferre,” he pointed to each in turn and Ferre gave a little wave at his name. “Racetrack,” Specs finished, pointing back at the boy still standing in the doorway.

“Welcome to the madhouse, keep your coats on,” Racetrack said and stepped aside to let them in.

The apartment wasn’t exactly small, after seeing Jehan’s micro apartment Combeferre had a new appreciating and understanding of what constituted a small home, but it was cramped. Filled to the bursting with people.

“We’re all going up to the roof then so you don’t have to sit on anyone’s lap to eat,” Racetrack called over his shoulder as he led the way. “My family’s pretty big so my ma knows how to cook in bulk and made up her mind before I could point out the space issue. Just be glad that the cousins aren’t all here yet, you wouldn’t be able to even get in the door then.”

Ferre took the plastic plate someone had handed him and began loading it up from the platters of food on the dining table. Some seemed to be leftovers from Christmas dinner the day before but there was still more that looked freshly homemade. Suddenly starving now that there was food in front of him everything else seemed to disappear but the table until someone clapped him on the shoulder. Combeferre startled but held onto his plate, turning to find Courfeyrac grinning at him.

“Happy Boxing Day!” Courf raised his own plate piled high.

Ferre snorted. “Boxing Day?”

“Technically my family is French-Canadian. It’s a Canadian holiday.”

“Your family has lived in Maine for the past hundred years,” Ferre said dryly.

Courf seemed unperturbed by this fact, just shrugging and turning to head back out to the living room where people seemed to be crawling out a window and up the fire escape.

“We were in Canada for Christmas,” Courf called over his shoulder as Ferre followed him.

Combeferre scoffed. “You were in upstate New York for Christmas.”

“Right. Canada.”

“You’re from Maine, you’re not allowed to call Albany Canada.”

“I dunno, it’s pretty close,” a boy about their age with fluffy blonde hair sticking up from under a knitted lime green beanie that Grantaire would be jealous of when he saw it had said from where he stood next to the window. It took a second to recognize him but once he did Combeferre grinned.

“See! Charlie here agrees with me!” Courf said with a smile. It was the one he only got when someone joined in on his ridiculousness. Combeferre had a love hate relationship with that smile.

Charlie smirked and held out his hand to Courf. “I’ll hold your plate while you climb through. There’s drinks up there already.”

“Oh! Thank you,” Courfeyrac beamed at him.

Once Courf was on his way up the fire escape Combeferre turned to Charlie. “You really don’t have to encourage him.”

“I’m from Manhattan, Albany really is Canada to me,” Charlie joked.

Combeferre snorted as he took his plate back. “Do you want help with the steps?” he asked, guessing that Bossuet had already given Joly a piggy back up to the top.

“Thanks but Jack’s gonna come. Besides it’s nice and toasty in here,” Charlie smirked and Combeferre nodded in return before starting up the stairs.

Charlie was going to soak up the warmth while he could and Ferre wouldn’t blame him for it. It wasn’t exactly cold out but it certainly wasn’t normal picnic weather. Yet that’s where they were all eating, on picnic tables on the apartment building’s roof. A small patio area with lights was all set up and it looked like just about everyone was there from the ABC with nearly as many Newsies.

“Combeferre!” Someone called and he turned to see Enjolras motioning him over to their table.

Setting his food down Combeferre folded his long legs under wood top and turned to see who all he was sitting with. Enjolras and Grantaire seemed to be next to him with Katherine, her boyfriend Jack, and David were across from him. Jack, David, and Charlie had all been to visit Katherine and Specs so Combeferre was glad to see the familiar faces so soon.

“Hey Ferre,” Kath smiled, lifting a glass filled with dark liquid to him in a small toast.

“It’s good to see you Katherine,” he told her. “I must admit though, I hadn’t realized you were a vampire.”

Katherine noticed his look to her glass and laughed. “It’s sangria. Race’s sister smuggled all the alcohol up here, something about if we’re going to be outside we might as well stay warm. Just, uh, mind the gap,” she giggled.

Combeferre caught David rolling his eyes. “She means don’t fall off the roof. It’s a bit stronger than anyone expected.”

“And she spent the entire day yesterday watching British movies with her sisters,” Jack snorted.

“So what?” Kath turned on him, a fire in her eyes. Combeferre couldn’t help the corners of his mouth from twitching up at that, he’d missed her and it had only been a few weeks.

Jack started teasing her, something Grantaire joined in on eagerly. Combeferre let the jokes flow around him as he began to eat what he was willing to call some of the best homemade food in his life. Not that he’d let his mother know that. The conversation changed to an actual topic, rather than just poking fun at Katherine, and Combeferre listened with interest. Combeferre realized that Charlie had joined them at some point and grinned as he said something that had Enjolras laughing.

Their table seemed to become the nucleus of the gathering, everyone coming over at some point to join their conversation. Combeferre also realized that everyone seemed to be getting steadily drunker. Even Enjolras seemed to be more than a bit tipsy, the sangria really being stronger than anyone had anticipated. Grantaire could hold his liquor but if the volume of his laughter was anything to go by then he was edging towards being inebriated too.

Everyone had finished eating at this point and Combeferre as fairly sure he’d been introduced to all the Newsies as someone pulled out a speaker and started playing Queen. The effect was instantaneous as a little over two dozen college kids all started singing “Mama, just killed a man…”

Combeferre couldn’t help himself, it was hilarious, but he knew that if Enjolras saw him laughing the blonde would get offended and the effect would be ruined. So, he got up from the table and moved to stand at the edge of the patio, laughing at his friends from the shadows.

“All our friends are drunk,” someone said from next to him. Combeferre glanced over to see that David had joined him. Ferre couldn’t read his expression and his tone had been hard to decipher too; whether David was annoyed or amused by this turn of events was anyone’s guess.

“I don’t think anyone thought this through, getting back down and into the apartment is going to present a challenge.”

David winced. “I’d forgotten about getting them back through the window and past Race’s parents.”

“Well we could dump the drinks and force them to dry out?” Combeferre suggested.

“I’m fairly certain they finished it all off themselves. I just checked the cooler and it’s only capri suns in there.”

Combeferre couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped him at that. At this whole situation. David shot him a questioning glance. “I’m on a roof in the middle of New York City with a bunch of young, arguably, revolutionaries who have drunk literally everything but a bunch of juice boxes and are now thoroughly sloshed as a result. On the day after Christmas.”

“It is kind of crazy,” David said with a twist of his lips.

“I think my favorite part is how in to the song they all are.”

David’s head fell back a little as he laughed. “They really are. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Spot that invested before and we play this song at parties a lot.”

An idea creeped into the back of Combeferre’s mind as he saw Courfeyrac grab Marius and start jumping up and down, Bahorel and Cosette dramatically singing to each other, and Joly, Bossuet, and Musichetta huddled around Joly’s cane as if it were a microphone. Even Enjolras had been pulled in, with his arms slung over Feuilly and Katherine’s shoulders as they swayed.

“Do you know whose phone is playing this?” He turned to David quickly.

“Probably Mush. He has a tendency to dj.”

“Do you think we could steal his phone and queue up some songs of our own?”

“Seeing as he’s trapped under Blink right now and I can see his phone on the table from here I’d say so.”

Combeferre glanced to where David had nodded. Blink was indeed sitting on Mush’s lap and had his arms wrapped around the other boy, giving the impression that Mush was truly trapped. Not that he looked like he minded.

“Be right back,” David said. He slipped around the edges of the patio, coming up behind Mush and Blink and swiping the phone off the table before retracing his route to come stand next to Combeferre again. He tapped at the phone and after a couple tries got it unlocked. “It’s Blink’s birthday. They’re cute if gross,” he supplied at Combeferre’s raised brow. “So, what did you have in mind?”

Combeferre passed David his own phone, a playlist called “White People Get Turnt” already pulled up. David laughed at the name but typed it in to Mush’s spotify search bar and found it on the first try. As soon as Bohemian Rhapsody’s final gong began to fade he pressed play and Mr. Brightside started up, to everyone’s excitement.

“So maybe most of us aren’t white, it’s still the best party playlist we’ve found,” Combeferre said with a shrug as their friends began to scream along to the lyrics. Combeferre raised his phone, zooming in slightly so that it was clear who was who in the video as he started recording.

“Really?” David whispered when he noticed.

“You have no idea how rare Enjolras acting like this is. It’s for posterity.”

David just snorted. They shared a wicked smile before going back to watching their friends make absolute fools of themselves.

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Autel MaxiCheck MX808 Diagnostic Tablet In-depth Review

For many car enthusiasts who have owned different types of scan tools from various brands, they said some have disappointed them, and some have lived up to their expectations. One of the scan tools that I would love to share with you is the Autel Maxicheck MX808 professional scan tool. It is the advanced version of the Autel MD808 Pro and the Same as the Autel Maxicom MK808 diagnostic tool.

Autel Maxicheck MX808 scan tool comes with a battery for off-car review analysis and has a fast quad-core processor. This ensures that you carry out different functions quickly and accurately. I would definitely recommend this amazing scanner for serious car dealers and mechanics. At just a great price, you get amazing features and functions. Read on to see its functions, pros, and cons.

Technical Specifications of the Autel MaxiCheck MX808:

FeaturesAutel MX808Image📷Works:All 1996 US-based, 2000 EU-based, and newer vehiclesOperating System:AndroidProcessor:Cortex-A9 processor(1.5 GHz)Display:7inch LCD capacitive touch screen (1024×600 resolution)Memory:32GBConnectivity:• Mini USB 2.0 • Wi-Fi • USB 2.0 • Micro SD card(supports up to 32GB)Sensors:Ambient light sensor for brightness auto changingAudio Input/Output:• Input: N/A • Output: buzzerPower and Battery:• 3.7 V/3200mAh lithium-polymer battery • Charges via 5 VDC power supplyBattery Charging Input:5 V/1.5 APower Consumption:500 mA (LCD on with default brightness, Wifi on) @3.7 VTested Battery Life:Around 4.5 hours of continuous useOperating Temperature:-10 to 60°C(14 to 140°F)Storage Temperature:-20 to 70°C (-4 to 158°F)Operating Humidity:5% – 95% non-condensingRead/Clear Codes:YesFreeze Frame Data:YesENG/AT/ABS/SRS EPB SAS Codes:YesAuto VIN Detection:YesDisplay live data in text, graph & analog for easy data review:YesSupport IMMO functions:YesReset Steering Angle Sensor (SAS):YesSupport TPMS sensor relearn:YesCheck Engine Light:YesReset service mileage and service intervals:YesOil Reset:YesLive Data:Yesbattery registration and reset:YesMode:6I/M Readiness:YesVehicle Coverage:Acura, Audi, Benz, Auford, Bentley, Bmw, Bugatti, Chevrolet, Chrysler, Gm,  Holden, Euford, Ford, Honda, Hyundai, Infiniti, Kia, Jaguar, Land Rover, Isuzu, Mitsubishi, Maybach, Mini, Nissan, Mazda, Lexus, Skoda, Saab, Scion, Smart, Opel, Porsche, Seat, Sprinter, Subaru, Vauxhall, Suzuki, Toyota, Volvo, Vw etc..Weight:788 g (2.42 lb.)Dimensions (W x H x D):237.8 mm (9.4”) x 148.6 mm (5.9”) x 35.5 mm (1.4”)Software Update:Lifetime free software updatesWarranty:Limited 12-month Warranty

What’s the Advantage of Autel Maxicheck MX808 scan tool?

1.It has Auto VIN technology which can automatically detect the vehicle’s make, model, and year information within a very short period of time.

2.It supports all the OBD2 protocols and 10 test modes with the inclusion of enhanced mode 6, onboard monitor, vehicle info, I/M readiness, freeze frame, and component test.

3.Relearn parking brake pad after replacement

4.The MX808 scan tool supports IMMO functions, forced DPF regeneration, and adjusting injectors.

5.It also performs various TPMS OBD2 service functions such as oil reset service, DPF service, BMS service, EPB service, and Relearn.

6.Other reset services that it offers include reset steering angle sensor, battery registration and reset service mileage, and service intervals.

What’s the Shortcoming of the Autel MX808 scan tool

Cumbersome to register the gadget – many users have reported that registering this scan tool is very difficult and time-consuming. As a result, using it straight away from the box is very challenging. But once you’re done registering the gadget, it is easy and fast to use.

Generally give a score: 5A middle level Autel Diagnostic Scanner, recommend to buy.

Source: http://blog.cardiagtool.co.uk/autel-maxicheck-mx808-diagnostic-tablet-in-depth-review/

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Lexus IS300 Fob Keys And Remote Program San Antonio TX

San Antonio Key Replacement prepares Lexus IS300 key smith services for your Lexus IS300 locks, keys and ignition demands in San Antonio TX employing experienced task-force incorporating no less then ten years of hand on experience with all Lexus IS300 years and models devoted to observe our customers obligations by extending on-demand solvings to their problems. Our worker force render a snap response to guarantee to solve your dilemma promptly on premises understanding how tough your occurrence can be - key turn freely in the ignition, dashboard lights blinking, key got caught in the break and won't turn and key will only turn half way in the ignition, we are a sanctioned Lexus IS300 locksmith service that is faithful to superlative customer service.

Lexus IS300 key replacement in San Antonio TX

If you forgot where you put your car key or broken key in ignition, you have a number of possibilities to procure a fresh set of Lexus IS300 key replacement:

Driving to the San Antonio TX provincial dealer is in most cases probably a affordable or quick alternative to originate a brand-new key by the VIN, but in a few occasions (for example General-Motors) the dealer require you to show a proven car title or registration with a matching address on the owner ID. In a few other affairs, the dealer have no access to old key codes by the VIN number (for example Mercury, Mazda and Lincoln), the dealership can originate reinstatement keys merely for patterns from the previous 10 years.

Besides the regulatory commission above, in a lot of scenes, your car is locked on the street in the countryside, with a locked with the key in the truck or broken key in the ignition and to favor the dealer will add around surplus hundred dollars for the towing truck service.

About Lexus IS300 key and lock technology

Lexus is a Japanese auto maker built in 1989, principally operates as a subordinate of Toyota with product spectrum accommodating luxurious cars.  Lexus originate using  transponder keys in 1997 on several designs. A  transponder key can enclose a remote control, to lock or unlock the doors and maybe even activate the vehicle, notwithstanding a basic mechanical chipped key is applicable to physically perform similar functionality.

In 2007,  Lexus started to employ Smart Access System smartkey on several designs.

Ignition lock repair

By cause of locking and unlocking the car ignition thousands of times, it is certainly prevalent to withstand some sort of ignition problem and the signs is presumably key is stuck in the break and don't turn, dash board security lights are on, ignition key turn freely in the ignition switch and ignition key wont turn and you can't crank your vehicle.  

The reason for those problems could be a battered key or an ignition cylinder problem and for the two cases, ignition repair or replacement is a job for an adept car locksmith, so we recommend owners not to tamper with the ignition tumbler by non-experience individual since it most likely going to lead to a deeper disturbance.

</p> <h5>Battered Lexus IS300 ignition key</h5> <p> When the problem is due to a decaying key, basic duplication of the key going to likely transfer the malfunction to the new duplicated key. Alternative to cloning the run-down key, a competent vehicle lock-man have to use proper Lexus IS300 programmers, diagnostic tools and cutters to create a new key utilizing the vehicle ID number.

</p> <h5>Decaying Lexus IS300 ignition cylinder</h5> <p> When the problem is due to the ignition tumbler, it is presumably in behalf of dirt or obstacle sized in the ignition key-space or perhaps a detach or broken spring or axis inside the ignition cylinder blocking the lock from turning. Using proper ignition programming, repairing and diagnostic equipment a locksmith ought to remove any dirt or obstacle from the inside of the tumbler strengthen or rekey ignition tumbler pins or maybe even displace the ignition overall.

Chipped key form

A chipped key is basically anti theft security system. With chipped key, lock cracking or hot wiring a vehicle isn't going to be fruitful any-more for a car thieve.

The concept behind a discrete locks and key instrumentation is a micro-chip hidden generally in the head of the key, when you insert the key in the ignition key-hole, the transponder transmit a distinct enciphered signal to the immobiliser. If the immobiliser will not identify a precise signal code, the vehicle will not burst.

Though several years and models automakers implement on board outline to make a supplemental key all alone, car key repair, programming and replacement  evolved into being remarkably expensive comparing to the past and as well, if all keys are missing, the ECU need to be reprogrammed by appropriate programming machine owned by a locksmith or the dealership.

Lexus IS300 keyless entry device

Lexus IS300 key-less entry allow a car owner to unlock and lock the doors and furthermore bursting the vehicle without inserting a metal key, and beginning at 2007, varied Lexus IS300 models on the road come with some type of a key-less entry infrastructure that accommodate a short range remote transmitter.

Using a proximity key, access to your Lexus IS300 is most commonly gained by delivering a radio frequency signal from a transponder in the keyless device to a car engine control unit on an encoded channel when the user solely swinging by within 5 ft of the vehicle with the smart key in the pocket or on a key ring.

This RF signal and the Lexus IS300 keyless entry device infrastructure, by the same token qualify push-to-start ignition (also called Crash starting or Clutch popping). Using this system a user is able of turning on a vehicle engine by clicking a button on the dashboard instead of turning a key in a crater hole.

Copy vs lost car keys

The platform of duplicating a car key differ between individual models and year of your Lexus IS300. On few vehicles, onboard programming might be used for additional key programming. Control panel programming bypass the obligatory overpriced diagnostic equipment and codes when matching a new transponder key to the car. Vehicles with no Onboard key programming  interface should have an additional key programmed employing an appropriate diagnostic equipment that is handy solely to Lexus IS300 dealer-ship or a legitimate locksmith.

This coding machine priced as around a few thousands of dollars to purchase which is major reason having a digitized motor vehicle key is way more expensive to merely cut an old-style mechanical key.

If you lost your car key and have no spare you’ll probably need to tow your car to the dealer-ship or call a locksmith to arrive to your juncture to re-code the car main computer to accept the new key and renounce the lost one. The above process require proof of ownership documents as insurance, registration or title and will priced as around $180–$270.

24 hrs car lock out

Forgetting your car keys in the front seat, golve box or trunk is a noticeably inconvenient manifestation and a rapid car lock out service is compelling both to your security and convenience. To provision the quickest vehicle door unlock service in town, we elect lock-cracking trained task force who are on a call of duty 24 hours to show up at your premise to pop open your door and trunk, put you back in your vehicle and place you back on the road.

Car locks adapting

Did you got one of your Lexus IS300 keys kidnapped?, misplaces the keys to your car? or bought a newish Lexus IS300 ignition and enforce to recoup an elderly one?, wish to promise that no one else glean the effectiveness to burst your car? Good News! You have come to the right place, as long as alterating of vehicle locks is one of San Antonio Key Replacement cornerstone aspect. Our specialists can update the internal pins in your ignition or door lock, so it would employ the brand new key and discredit the antiquated one. Elevate the telephone and call our central office to get your vehicle lock corrected by a competent lock-smith quickly

To summarize

San Antonio Key Replacement highly qualified motor vehicle lock-smith staff are operative night and day fitted with compatible lock picking tools, diagnostic equipment and key programmers competent for all your ignition, keys and locks problems. Our 24hour central office is ready to help with programming remote, repairing ignition, copy fob key and many more on the spot.. If you are gazing for What is proximity key? San Antonio Key Replacement.

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OBDSTAR X300 PRO4 Car List

OBDSTAR X300 Pro4 is an all-purpose immobilizer programming device meticulously designed by OBDSTAR for locksmith. The device inherits the automobile immobilizer programming technology from OBDSTAR with a lot of advantages of early start, wide model coverage, fast programming speed, and special features. All-in-one machine structure, more convenient to use, full optimization hardware, running more stable, faster and smoother.

Specifications: Operation System:                Android5.1.1 CPU:                                      RK3128 quad-core,ARM Cortex A7@1.2Ghz Battery:                                 2600Ma lithium ion Extension Memory Card:      32G Micro SD(TF) card supported Storage Capacity:                 16GB LCD:                                      5.0 inch LCD Resolution:                    800*600 Touch Screen:                       Capacitive touch screen WiFi:                                      Supported Working Temperatures:        -20℃~55℃（14℉~131℉） Storage Temperature:           -20℃~70℃（-4℉~158℉） Weight:                                 About 700g Dimension:                           140mm*89mm*18mm

Highlight: The update cycle is short and the speed is fast (basically every 2 to 3 days). Free Update Online for One Year, after one year it will cost $300 per year. Add” help” (part of vehicles) Can support 18/19 years Car Models.

Function: 1.Programming Keys 2.Programming Remote 3.Pincode Reading

4.Erase Keys 5.EEPROM Chip Read 6. Read Key Numbers 7.OBDOO Diagnosis 8.Instruction Documents

List of supported Car Models: No.     Origin     Brand 1     Europe     BMW 2     BENZ 3     BORGWARD 4     PEUGEOT/CITROEN/DS 5     DACIA 6     FIAT 7     JAGUAR 8     LANCIA 9     LANDROVER 10     OPEL 11     PORSCHE 12     RENAULT 13     SMARTSMART 14     VOLVO 15     IVECO 16     VW/AUDI/SKODA/SEAT 17     Japan     HONDA 18     ISUZU 19     MAZDA 20     MITSUBISHI 21     NISSAN 22     SUBARU 23     SUZUKI 24     TOYOTA/LEXUS 25     Korea     HYUNDAI 26     KIA 27     SANGYONG 28     America     FORD 29     CHRYSLER 30     GM 31     China     BAIC 32     BESTURN 33     BISU 34     BRILLIANCE 35     BYD 36     CHANGAN 37     CHANGHE 38     CHERY 39     COWIN 40     DFFENGSHEN 41     DFFG 42     DFLIUZHOU 43     ENRANGER 44     FOTON 45     GEELY 46     GREATWALL 47     HAFEI 48     HANTENG 49     HAWTAI 50     HIMIKO 51     ZZNISSAN 52     HNMAZDA 53     HONGQI 54     HUANGHAI 55     JAC 56     JIABAO 57     JMC 58     LIFAN 59     LUFENG 60     LUXGEN 61     MAXUS 62     QNLOTUS 63     QOROS 64     ROEWE 65     SGMW 66     SWM 67     SOUEAST 68     TJFAW 69     TRAUM 70     TRUMPCHI 71     XENIA 72     YEMA 73     ZD 74     ZHONGXING 75     ZOTYE 76     ZZMAZDA 77     CHANGFENG

Package includes: 1pc x  X300 Pro 4 Unit 1pc x  Main cable 1pc x  Charger 1pc x  Multifunctional Jumper( Optional) 1pc x  FCA 12+8 (Optional) 1pc x  OBDII-16 1pc x  HYUNDA-10 1pc x  KIA-20 1pc x  HONDA-3 1pc x  CONVERTER( Optional) 1pc x  P001 programmer 1pc x C001 board 1pc x  C002 board 1pc x  W001 1pc x  Tool Box 1pc x  OBDSTAR Certificate 1pc x  X300 Pro 4 fast guide manual 1pc x  packing list

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Artifact Series E

E. J. Pennington's Motorcycle Motor

E. T. A. Hoffman's Nutcracker

Eadweard Muybridge's Zoopraxiscope

Ear of Dionysius

Ear-Worm Record Player *

Earl J. Hickey's List

Earl W. Bascom's Horseshoe

Earle Nelson's Worn Bible

Easter Island Conch Shell *

Easton-Bell Aluminum Baseball Bat

Eau De Via Faucet *

Ebenezer Thorndike's Lobster Trap *

Eccentric Tree Seeds

Echo's Belt

Ed Bishop's Cave Lantern

Ed Gein's Shovel

Ed Hardy's Shoelaces

Ed Walsh's Spitball

Ed Wood's Director Chair

Ed Wood's "Glenda" Dress

Eddie Arcaro's Jockey Goggles

Eddie Brown's Tap Shoes

Eddie Hasha’s Wood Planks

Eddie Leonski's Hobby Hat

Eddie Murphy's Microphone

Edgar Allan Poe's Bust of Athena

Edgar Allan Poe's Quill Pen and Notebook *

Edgar Allan Poe's Walking Cane

Edgar Bergen's Stool

Edgar Hollis' Cricket Ball

Edmond Halley's Telescope

Edmond Locard's Microscope Lens

Edmund Evans’ Printing Press

Edmund Musgrave Barttelot's Cane

Edmund Hillary's Climbing Gloves

Edmund Mcllhenny's Hot Sauce

Edna St. Vincent Millay's Candle *

Edouard Beaupre's Display Case

Edsel Ford Fong's Apron

Eduard Khil's Suit

Edvard Grieg's Metronome

Edvard Munch's Original Painting of "The Scream"

Edward I of England's Coal

Edward Murphy's Insignia

Edward Abbey’s Monkey Wrench

Edward Adamson's Colored Pencils

Edward Bellamy's Cornerstone

Edward Bernay's Cigar

Edward Bowes’ Gong

Edward Covey's Flogging Whip

Edward Henry Potthast's painting "Coney Island"

Edward Hughes Ball Hughes' Cravat

Edward Jenner's Syringe

Edward John Dent's Chronometer

Edward Leedskalnin’s Ball Bearings

Edward Lowe's Prayer Censer *

Edward Makuka Nkoloso’s Oil Drum

Edward Mordake's Second Face

Edward Mueller's Counterfeit Dollar Bill

Edward O. Thorp's Casino Chip

Edward O. Thorp & Claude Shannon's Pocket Computer

Edward Oxford's Percussion Caps

Edward Teach's Shackles

Edward Teach's Sword

Edward Teller's Micro-Fission Reactor *

Edward Weston's Lightbulb

Edwin Abbott Abbott’s Ruler

Edwin Albert Link's Flight Simulator

Edwin Armstrong's Radio Parts

Edwin Binney's Candles

Edwin F. Glenn's Water Funnel

Edwin H. Land's First Polarized Sunglasses

Eepybird's Sticky Notes

Eero Saarinen's Model of the Gateway Arch

Egg of Columbus *

Eggnog from the Eggnog Riots

Egon Ronay's Crab Cracker

Egyptian Sex Manuals

Egyptian Sphinx Slab *

Eiffel Tower Parrot Cage

Eilmer of Malmesbury's Wings

El Cerrito Ouija Board

Elaine Esposito's Pillow

Elder Zhang Guo’s Fish Drum

Elderly-Killing Thermostat

Eldritch 1953 Buick Roadmaster

Electrified Birch

Elements of Harmony

The Elephant of the Bastille

Elephant Candle Holders

Eli's Bible

Eli Lilly’s Pills

Eli Whitney's Vest

Elian Gonzalez' Worker's Gloves

Elias Carter's Church Spire

Elias Garcia Martinez's Paint Brush Set

Elijah's Cup

Elijah Parish Lovejoy’s Printing Press

Eliphas Levi's Pentagram

Eli Robins' Scalpel

Elisabet Ney's Black Artist Frock Coat

Elisabeth Kübler-Ross' Talisman

Elisha Otis’ Elevator

Elisha's Mantle

Elizabeth I's Toilet

Elizabeth Barton's Leather Belt

Elizabeth Bathory's Bathtub *

Elizabeth Bathory's Crown

Elizabeth Bathory's Bucket Handle

Elizabeth Bathory's Handheld Mirror

Elizabeth Bathory's Necklace

Elizabeth Godfrey’s Trade Card

Elizabeth Montgomery's Hair Curlers

Elizabeth Short's Dahlia

Elizabeth Threatt's Turquoise Earrings

Elizabeth Wirt's Floral Bookmark

Eliza Lucas' Indigofera Seeds

Ella Harper's Shoes

Ella's Pink Lady

Elliot Hanfler's Toy Car

Eliot Ness' Handcuffs

Eliot Ness' Tie Clip and Cufflinks

Ellis S. Chesbrough’s Hydraulic Jacks

Elmer Ellsworth’s Kepi

Elsa's Gloves

Elsa Gidlow's Locket

Elsie Mitchell's Picnic Basket

Elsie Paroubek’s Wooden Blocks

Elsie Wright’s Camera

Elton John's Candle

Elvis Presley's Hip-Bone *

Elvis Presley's Lost Guitar

Elvis Presley's "Heartbreak Hotel" Record

Emanuel Leutze's Palette

Emanuel Snowman's Fabergé Egg

Emanuel Swedenborg's Scissor-Glasses

Ember McClain's Guitar

Emerald Bow and Arrows *

Emerald City Glasses

Emerald Necklace

Emeril Lagasse's Frying Pan *

Emergency Broadcast System False Alarm of 1971

Emil and Lilana Schmid's Toyota Land Cruiser

Emil Krebs’ Pince-Nez

Emiliano Zapata's Ascot

Emilio Carranza's Telegram

Emily Dickinson's Basket

Emma Smith's Gown

Emmet Brown's Stopwatch

Emotion-Driven Roller Skates *

Emotional Avalanche Skis *

Emotional Highlighter

Empedocles' Scales

Emperor Gaozong’s Ox Bone Figures

Emperor Sutoku's Sutras

Emperor Taizu of Song’s Cuju Goals

Empire State Building Masonry

Emu War Wind Chime

Endel Tulving's Flash Cards

Endless Bag of Catnip *

Endless Paint Can

Endless Wite-Out Bottle

Engelbert Kaempfer’s Fugu Poison Vial

Enrico Dandolo’s Bezoar

Enrico Dandolo's Doge Sceptre

Enrico Fermi's Leather Shoes

Enrique Gaspar y Rimbau’s Cast Iron Box

Epang Palace Masonry

Ephialtes’ Worry Stone

Epicurus' Letters

Epicurus' Molecular Models

Eric Bittle's Helmet

Eric Clark’s Eye Dropper

Eric Mardsen's Record *

Eric McMillan's Original Ball Pit

Erichthonius of Athens' Scrap of Wool

Ergot Bread from Salem

Ernest Duchesne's Tassel

Ernest Emerson’s Bailsong Knife

Ernest Hemingway's Stuffed Marlin

Ernest Hemingway's Sweater

Ernest Hemingway's Typewriter

Ernst Lehmann's Captain Hat

Ernest Shackleton's Can of Sardines *

Ernest Smith’s Tommy Gun

Ernest Vincent Wright's Dictionary

Erno Rubik's Box

Erwin Rommel's Trenchcoat

Erwin Schrödinger’s Cat Collar

Erysichthon of Thessaly’s Axe

Eskimo Spears

Essex Fishing Trawler

Esther Williams' Hair Gel

Ethan Zuckerman's Computer Mouse

Ethel Granger's Corset

Étienne-Louis Boullée’s Cupboard

Etta James' Microphone

Ettore Fieramosca's Battle Axe

Eudoxus of Cyzicus’ Sails

Eufemio Zapata's Cup

Eugen Fischer's Skull

Euripides’ Mechane

Eurystheus' Wine Pithoi

Eustache Dauger's Iron Mask

Eva Ekeblad's Potato Seeds

Evangelista Torricelli's Barometer

Evan O'Neill Kane's Surgical Mask

Evel Knievel's Bike Helmet

Evel Knievel’s Motorcycle Handbrake

Evelyn Nesbitt's Rings

Evliya Çelebi's Travel Journal

Evry Schatzman's Telescope *

Ewuare’s Talisman

Excalibur *

Explosive Meteor Fragment

Extract of Male Angler Fish

Extremely Effective Mousetrap

Eye of the Graeae

Ezio Auditore's Hidden Blade/Gun

Ezra Meeker's Oregon Trail Beer

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Inside the innovative minds of architecture students

A glass basketball court that juts dramatically over Surfers Paradise and high-rise ‘backyards’ 30 storeys above the street are just some of the creative ideas Bond’s architecture students have conceived for the future of the Gold Coast’s Bruce Bishop carpark.

Second-year students from Bond’s Abedian School of Architecture worked to a hypothetical brief for the 1.6 hectare site. As part of the brief, students needed to include at least 750 car spaces that could be one day converted to other uses such as offices.

Take a look at some of the students’ standout ideas. 

High-rise tiny homes and balcony drawers

Several students sought to encourage more permanent residents into Surfers Paradise by building affordable and more sociable micro-apartments on the Bruce Bishop site.

In a challenge to design a living environment in 25 square metres, they proposed shared social spaces and loft-type units where you could slide beds out, slide kitchens out, even slide the balcony out. 

Mikayla Simic combined micro-housing with family-oriented housing in one tower.

“By incorporating the micro-housing and a wide range of demographics into the area we believe that would bring a community feel back into Surfers Paradise," she said.

Sports Hub 

Steven Baleva led a group that produced a sports-oriented design featuring a glass cantilevered basketball court jutting over Beach Road, a running track and public swimming pool.

“Surfers Paradise has a sporting culture and we wanted to bring that into a place that people could inhabit and enjoy," he said.

"The point of the cantilevered court is to engage the street activity, so if you're walking along the sidewalk you look up and see these protruding boxes with people participating in sport.

"Hopefully that gets them to go in and use the space."

 Slice of the Coast

Ellie Gilchrist replicated a cross-section of the Gold Coast in the project's open space.

"Our main idea was to re-establish authenticity and identity with the Gold Coast, looking past all of the impermanent styles that have come from places like Miami," she said.

“We found authenticity in a section through the Gold Coast from the beach, east to west all the way to the Hinterland.

"First you have the beach, the sand dunes, the wetlands, and then the pastures, hills mountains and cliffs. It creates this visual connection to what the Gold Coast once was."

Backyards in the sky

One of the reason families shy away from apartment living is a lack of space for children to play.

Mikayla Simic overcame this by providing highrise backyards.

"We have backyard-type areas every three levels so the parents can look down from their balconies or other communal spaces and keep an eye on their children playing," she said.

Arts precinct

Michelle Hsu's plans incorporate an art gallery with a difference: it features on-site accommodation and studios for artists.

"Visitors to the gallery can interact with the artists. They can talk, share their experiences," she said.

Central station 

Brough Whibley's masterplan incorporates a transport hub that anticipates the city’s future ferry service.

"We looked at how centrally located the site is and how it could be used as a link to other locations on the Gold Coast," he said.

"There's a pedestrian overpass to the Nerang River to connect to the ferry service."

‘Urban hills’ lead up and away from street level, drawing pedestrians to cafes and restaurants.

Vertical school 

Some students investigated an emerging trend of vertical schools in urban situations, integrating their designs into hillside parks four levels above street level.

“Zarli Skinner designed a school based on the metaphor of a growing tree,” Mr Toyota said.

“There's a broad stairway that goes up in a spiral and the library wraps around it. Every now than then there's a window through the bookshelf where you can look out and see the park and the city.”

Senior Teaching Fellow Brian Toyota said the designs were cutting-edge solutions to a challenging brief. 

"The intent of the exercise was to challenge our students to consider how architecture can respond to emerging issues and new technologies, within the context of a real-life Gold Coast situation," he said.

A particular hurdle was retaining 62 per cent of the site as public open space, something the students tackled by using artificial hills and public areas many levels above street level.

Buildings were lifted into the air on stilts to take advantage of views and allow pedestrians to flow through public parks.

They students were inspired by researching mixed-use developments in some of the most densely populated cities on earth.

"You go to Tokyo or Singapore and there are developments where you walk out of a train and there's a plaza with shops, there's a tree, there's sun coming down, but you're four levels below the street,” Mr Toyota said.

“Then you can go to street level, or four levels above the street, or even the 40th floor and you can still have a public realm.  It’s all about thinking and designing in three dimensions.”

The Abedian School of Architecture is designed to develop the emerging architectural professional, encouraging them to be fearless in their design ability. Find out more about Bond’s architecture programs. 

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Recruitment in Al Futtaim Group Kaizen Promoter | Toyota (Dubai, AE)

No two days are the same at Al-Futtaim, no matter what role you have. Our work is driven by the desire to make a difference and to have a meaningful impact with the goal of enriching everyday lives. Take our engaging and supportive work environment and couple it with a company culture that recognises and rewards quality performance, and what do you get? The chance to push the limits every single day.

  As a humble family business that started on the banks of the Dubai Creek in the 1930s, Al-Futtaim has expanded to a presence in 31 countries, a portfolio of over 200 companies, and 42,000 employees. You’ll find us in industries ranging from automotive and retail, to finance and real estate, and connecting people with international names like Lexus, Ikea, Robinsons, and Adidas. Our team is proudly multicultural and multinational because that kind of diverse representation gives us the global mindset to grow and impact the people, markets, and trends around us.

  Come join us to live well, work better, and be the best.

We are looking for a Kaizen Promoter who would be handling the implementation of the relevant TMC Kaizen Programmes in After Sales Network for Toyota and Lexus.

  Your key responsibilities will be but not be limited to:

Implementation of selected TMC Programs into the Toyota and Lexus branch operations. The programs should be measurable against the set TMC parameters and implemented in collaboration with the retail operation.

Sustain the effect of TMC Program Standards through Periodic branch evaluation

Support SGA (Small Group Activity) for each project with a focus on cost improvement, customer satisfaction and operation standards 

Development of process flow charts to visualize all relevant processes and to explain all process change.

Conduct time and motion study, analyse it at both Macro and Micro level, and develop process improvement proposal.

Compilation & creation of reports to visual status of activities on daily basis

  The minimum qualifications required for this role are:

• Minimum - Bachelor’s Degree  o Minimum - Bachelor’s Degree   o Minimum Experience:  2 – 5 years (preferably in After Sales).

• Job-Specific Skills: 

o Preference – Experience of Toyota Kaizen programmes. o Ability to think ‘Out of Box’ o Ability to learn new programmes and later implement it. o Ability to maintain fair, consistent set of standards o Ability adjust priorities and structure time wisely in a fast paced environment o Ability to communicate in a clear, concise, understandable manner and listen attentively to others to understand material, and provide instructions to all employees. o Microsoft Package. • Behavioural Competencies:  o Kaizen cultured o Customer focused o Communication – oral and written o Team work o System and process oriented o Time bound commitment

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