#if overtired is not a term in english it needs to be !

[wardingshout]

clown 1 and clown 2

[187days]

Day Twenty-Five

I woke up tired today, which is a very Monday thing to have happen, but I rallied. Thankfully, it was a pretty easy teaching day.

My ninth graders are in the middle of Culture Projects, so I was just helping as needed, making sure everyone was either on task or taking breaks appropriately. I was pretty happy about how most students used their class time, and that's awesome because this is a week that's usually really tough. There's a big fair going on over in Maine, a lot of kids make the trip, so they're overtired and sugar high pretty much all week. I guess they rallied today, too!

Oh, and I actually had the best advisory block I've had yet. On Mondays, before we do flex scheduling for the remainder of the week, we do activities designed to build skills like teamwork and communication. This time, they got into groups, and one person in each group covered their eyes; the other people had to verbally guide them towards an object- my tape dispenser- that I'd placed somewhere in the room. The students thought that was pretty fun, and they actually asked to do multiple rounds. So we did!

In APGOV, we ate mini-cupcakes (when the government almost shuts down, you eat something that's almost cake) and discussed the state of the government as of today. Then I lectured on the federal system, explaining what the Constitution says about the divisions between the state and national government. Now that we've established what it is, we get into how and why it's changed over time, so they're researching some relevant SCOTUS rulings for homework. More on that next time.

I stayed late to do some grading (revised current events, other work students made up), draft a letter of recommendation for one of the GOV kids, contact the local political party chairs, other things I've been meaning to do. The Principal saw me as he was walking by, and stopped in to see how I was doing. I admitted that the number of students I have (because of the half block classes) is making this year more challenging than last, even with my light speed grading abilities. I have a long term solution, which is having three Global Studies teachers instead of two (we can do it with our current levels of staffing, just have to move some stuff around), but I don't have a short term one. The Principal said he's planning a meeting with of all the ninth grade teachers, though, to see what we can come up with.

Funny thing: one of the things my college teammates and I learned from our coach was to thank people in positions of authority and/or people with expertise after speaking with them. So I've always said thank you to The Principal at the end of our conversations, and, to this day, I think it catches him off guard. Northern New England's not exactly big on formal etiquette, you know? I'm sure Coach would be pleased to know that's still drilled into my head, though.

Oh, and a cool thing: the new English teacher, whose name is Mr. C, got a warm welcome over the PA by the students doing morning announcements. I thought that was nice of them to do that since he missed the welcome everyone else got at the start of the year.

[raptorginger]

Stacks of Pretty Paper: chapter 1

for @sofondabooks

Ben reached under his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose with his trademark annoyance.  He heaved an exasperated sigh and hissed through gritted teeth, “Did any of you read Thomas for today’s session?”

His ten graduate students all squirmed guiltily in their hard plastic seats, their faces flaming.  Anxious hands fidgeted with copies of the heavy tome and shuffled print outs of the articles also assigned as supplementary reading.  The small seminar room felt like it shot up ten degrees in temperature as they all fidgeted nervously under the power of his righteous anger.  Ben counted to ten in his head before he released his nose and looked up.  All ten students sat up straighter like they’d been electrocuted, gaping at him like he was about to swing the sword at their execution.  He maneuvered to the front of the class, his large hands clasped behind his back.  Of course, he hadn’t expected them to read Hugh Thomas’ 500 page monograph The English and the Normans: Ethnic Hostility, Assimilation, and Identity 1066-1220 in one week.  That wasn’t the point.  The point wasn’t for them to read every word.  The point was to teach them to read the important ones.  So far, this was a lesson his students had failed to grasp.  

He leaned over the long table, bracing himself on the scarred faux wood surface with his fingers, tension visible in every muscle, every nerve, as he waited for one of these overworked, overtired, “adults” to say something.  Ben felt his Alpha side rearing its ugly head in disappointment, and he tamped it down.  Nonetheless, all ten bodies flinched as if he’d struck them.  Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a hand timidly poke up.

“Yes, Marta?”  he said, relieved.  It would be Marta.  As an Omega, a mated Omega but an Omega all the same, she could probably sense his displeasure more acutely than the others.

“I-I believe Sir Thomas’ point is that even though the English majority was initially hostile to the minority of conquering Normans, those Normans were quickly assimilated, and within a generation, thought of themselves as English, not Norman.”

Another student, Duffy, spoke up, adding cautiously, “To add to Marta’s point, the English at the time were made up of several different ethnic groups, but they all saw themselves as English.  They had a history of rapid integration of new groups.”

“Yes, very good.  Let’s work from there.  What factors led to the Normans’ integration?” Ben said, trying to sound more pleasant.  More pleased.  Duffy and Marta grinned and looked to their classmates, who looked relieved as they all let go a collective breath.  Discussion picked up from there, and Ben more or less let his students take the floor, interjecting whenever they started to get off topic.  

He knew most of them were bullshitting, but he didn’t care.  Anything to get through this three hour weekly seminar as painlessly as possible.  He had his own work to do.  He’d gotten an email earlier that day saying his Interlibrary Loan order had come in, and he was anxious to get it.  He’d also had a hold placed on the new monograph on Old English vocabulary for months, and he’d been told it had been returned and it was finally his turn to check the damn book out.  Nothing was going to stand in his way of having a productive day at the library.  Not even that impossible woman.  That new librarian.  He hadn’t met her, only communicated with her by email, but she’d proven aggravating and obstinate.  This Miss Johnson had taken over this summer when the old librarian, Doctor Ackbar, had retired.  Ben much preferred Doctor Ackbar’s old fashioned approach to Miss Johnson’s new one.  Doctor Ackbar had bent over backwards for the academics of Chandrilla University, allowing them unfettered access to the library’s materials and resources.  Under Ackbar, Ben never had to worry about his reserves being placed back out in general circulation or his permanent loans being recalled.  Ackbar had believed, and rightly so, in Ben’s opinion, that academics like himself were the lifeblood of the University, and it was the job of the University to keep them happy.  Miss Johnson had other ideas, apparently.  The first week of classes he’d received a rather curt form email saying that all reserves and permanent loans were being recalled and placed back in circulation.  Ben had sputtered at his laptop screen in shock, and he almost threw the thing against the wall as he read on.

“There has been a culture of elitism and arrogance among the faculty of our prestigious university, among members of certain departments in particular, that the Library can no longer abide.  Our materials are for every member, faculty, staff, and student alike, and I intend to see that fair and equal use is restored.  Therefore, I demand the return of all loans and reserves dated prior to the start of the year by this next Tuesday.  Permanent loans and reserves longer than one month will no longer be tolerated,” the email had said.

Ben had roared in anger and threw a panicked look around his office as he tugged his dark hair in frustration.  He had maybe twenty books out on permanent loan from Ackbar, all meticulously annotated and bookmarked for his research on medieval ethnic terminology.  He’d had to spend days-days!-at the department copier, copying pages and re-annotating everything.  He’d made one of the student assistants take everything back to the library, unsure if he could set foot in the building without throttling Miss Johnson to within an inch of her miserable spinster cat-loving life.

“You know, Professor Solo, Miss Johnson isn’t that bad,” the student, Evan, had said while Ben shot off an angry email to Miss Johnson.  Just who did she think she was?!  

Ben had glared at Evan, but he didn’t back down.

“Seriously!  She’s super helpful if you’re looking for something specific!  She, like, knows everything and knows the library backwards and forwards,” Evan had insisted.

“That’s what happens when you’re one hundred years old and have no life,” Ben had muttered under his breath.

“Umm, Professor?  She’s not...old,” Evan had chuckled on his way out of Ben’s office.

Ben had rolled his eyes and resumed his aggressive highlighting.  An email notification pinged his inbox.  Ben grit his teeth, seeing it was from Miss Johnson.

“I’m sorry that my new policies are an inconvenience to you, Doctor Solo, but you are, in fact, one of the worst offenders after Doctors Snoke and Dooku.  Several students and faculty have inquired about materials that have been loaned out to you, and I’d like to see that those materials are made available to the people that need them.  I am given to understand that there was an unofficial policy of faculty loaning out materials checked out to them long term to others and then returned to said faculty member instead of the library, but that can no longer be borne.  It is against library procedure and best practices.  Again, sorry for the inconvenience.”

Ben’s least favorite coffee mug had shattered against his office wall after he’d finished reading that missive.  

As his seminar began to wind down, Ben began to pace anxiously, waiting for the clock to strike ten.  When it finally did, he called out to his class, “Office hours are cancelled for today.  If you have any questions on Thomas, email me.”

He was out the door almost as fast as they were.  He rushed to his office and grabbed his leather satchel and shoved his laptop inside.  He check the front pocket to see if his notebook was tucked safely inside.  It was.  He threw a few pens and pencils in before grabbing his keys and slamming his door.  He walked hurriedly down the hallway, pointedly ignoring Doctors Holdo and Nammit, who were leaning against their own doors, chatting animatedly about whatever is was modern history professors chatted about as they held cups of stale office coffee.  He could feel their eyes on his back as he sped down the hall and towards the elevator.  He knew he had a reputation as an unsociable hardass, but he didn’t care.  He believed in his work, not in all the bullshit rigamarole that his colleagues did.  He should be judged on the quality of his research, what he put forward into the academic world, not on his ability to hold a wine glass and make chit chat with donors and Fellows.

He shoved open the door to the History Building with unnecessary force, staggering back as the sun hit his eyes.  His pace slowed.  It was a bright, beautiful day.  One of those days photographers managed to capture for a brochure.  The air was fresh and crisp, slightly cool with early fall.  Smiling students with backpacks slung over one shoulder strolled across the sidewalks that crisscrossed the campus.  Tired grad students, heads hung low, dashed from one end of campus to the other.  Professors with paper cups of expensive coffee strode smartly in pairs, carefully avoiding the groups of undergraduates.  The leaves on the trees still held their green and fluttered delicately in the breeze.  The University practically sparkled with vitality and life.  

The library was thankfully close to the History Building, and Ben was in a good mood when he pushed into the revolving door.  A few students scurried past him, avoiding his gaze.  Not that he paid them any mind.  His tan tweed coat with worn leather elbow patches, his sharp modern glasses, and his bourbon leather wingtips all screamed hardass uptight professor.  He did wear jeans, but he preferred dark rinse, and he had them all perfectly tailored at Saks.  He was pretty sure the students could tell, and that made him even more intimidating.  Tailoring jeans was a concept beyond them.  Ben preferred things that way.

He loved the library, even if he didn’t love who was currently running it.  His home away from home.  He made his way to the main circulation desk to inquire about his reserve.  His good mood quickly soured when the student assistant informed him that Miss Johnson had not yet made the book available.  

“Where is she!?” Ben snarled at the frightened young Beta girl.

“F-f-fourth floor,” the girl stammered out, pointing up the stairs.

Of course she’d be on the fourth floor.  His domain.  Ben stomped angrily away from the circulation desk to a nearby set of stairs tucked unobtrusively beside the elevator bank.  He quickly climbed up, taking the stairs two at a time until he reached the second floor where the Interlibrary Loan office was.  The office was quiet, students and older staff members moving around desks and carts quickly.  Paper slips fluttered and crinkled as they moved by, the smells of dust, Mylar, and paper strong in the enclosed space.  Ben felt more at ease surrounded by the familiar smells.  He inhaled deeply, trying to relax further, but an unfamiliar scent caught him by surprise.  It was very faint, but it tugged at him insistently.  Female Omega.  Unclaimed female Omega.  Another patron, maybe, Ben mused.  Long since gone.  Or, perhaps, a scent absorbed by one of the books on loan.  Too bad, he thought.

Another student worker slid his pile of books over to him, typing quickly and scanning the barcodes.  

“Yale wants this one back quick.  They’ve only loaned it for the week,” the student murmured apologetically.

Ben groaned.  That would be how this day goes.  Another day at the copier.  “Fine,” he grumbled, grabbing the stack and heading out of the office.

“You’re welcome.  Alpha jerk,” he heard the student mutter sarcastically under his breath.  He ignored him and made his way up to the fourth floor.  He kept to the wall, running his fingers along the ledge of the waist high windows until the neat rows of desks and armchairs started.  He bounced his palm over seat backs, counting in his head until he reached the sixth.  There, he stopped and set his things down.  He was alone up here, unsurprising for such a beautiful fall day.  He reached into his bag for his laptop, situating the device in the middle of the desk.  He set his notebook beside it, and his stack of books on the other.  He tugged a folded piece of paper from his pocket, call numbers scrawled hastily on the wrinkled paper.  Most were crossed out, meaning he’d already gotten what he needed from them.  A few were yet to be examined.  Ben’s eyes went to the first number on the paper and then up to the guides on the ends of the shelves.  Five down, one back.  He started forward slowly when it hit him again.  The alluring scent of the Omega, and this time he could scent her individual notes.  Lavender.  Bergamot.  Mixed with the cellulose of the books around him, Ben could swear he was in heaven.

“Omega, where are you?” he whispered quietly to himself.  He began to meander through the stacks, running his fingers over old bindings and sniffing occasionally.  If the scent began to fade, he’d change direction.  What began as aimless wandering became an almost desperate hunt as her scent led him deeper into the maze of the stacks.  It was only him and the Omega.  His Alpha instincts were kicking in the longer it took to find her, the glands in his neck itching and beginning to throb the stronger her scent got.  Find her, now!

Finally, he spied a mostly empty cart at the end of one of the shelves, a paper sign taped to the side that said “For Reshelving.”  A water bottle sat beside the few books.  He’d found her.  He slowed his pace, his steps turning quiet and almost predatory as he approached the shelf.  He could hear a faint humming as he stepped into the aisle between the stacks.  He leaned against the corner for support as he watched her for a moment.  Tall and slender, she was dressed casually but professionally in a dark grey pencil skirt, creamy silk blouse, and a deep purple cardigan.  Her warm brown hair was swept up in a messy bun, and a gauzy pale grey scarf was tied loosely around her neck, concealing her scent glands.  Her skin seemed to glow, and Ben could see golden freckles dancing on her cheeks.  Even in heels, she was struggling to reach the shelf where the particular book in her hand belonged.  She used one hand to lever herself upwards and stretched to tuck the book into its proper place.  Her blouse went up with her arm, giving Ben a brief glimpse of her bare abdomen.  She stumbled a bit as she caught his scent, her nostrils flaring delicately and a blush creeping into her cheeks.

“There you are,” he purred approvingly as she settled back on the floor.

She turned, startled, her hazel eyes wide and sparkling.  Her pretty pink lips parting slightly as she looked him up and down, taking in the Alpha before her.  A look of confusion clouded her face, and then her eyes turned flinty.  Ben took a step back, confused.  Omega is angry.  Omega is displeased.  She crossed her arms protectively over her chest and glared at him.

“Professor Solo, I presume,” she said in a quiet, clipped voice.

“And you, Omega, are?”

She inhaled sharply at the use of her designation, as if he’d insulted her, her lips coming together in a tight line.  “The bane of your existence, according to you.  Miss Rey Johnson.  The librarian.”

Oh HELL no, Ben thought as his mouth dropped open in disbelief.

[ofubox]

Japan’s a chronically sleep-deprived nation – but some companies believe introducing a lunchtime nap at the office could help solve the problem. Could ‘hirune’ take off? t’s three o’clock in the afternoon in Tokyo, and business people across the city are bouncing between meetings outside the office, sneaking in breaks before heading back. Crouched over small tables in coffee shops with their faces down over their laptops, eyes glazed over, they eventually nod off. People are so tired, sleeping in cafés like this is commonplace. A couple of hours later, those lucky enough to get seats on their cramped train journeys back home shut their eyes again as soon as the train starts moving. But no one around them bats an eyelid. Known as ‘inemuri’, drifting off in public has become synonymous with exhausted workers. However, tolerance of these frequent sightings of inemuri is contributing to the country’s chronic sleeping problem.  “It’s so easy to fall into it after an exhausting day at work,” says Takanori Kobayashi, whose sleep schedule was so wrecked by his former job as a businessman that he quit. Then he founded NeuroSpace, a start-up with a mission to implement sleeping programmes for companies. “What I didn’t realise until recently was how much it was damaging my quality of sleep overnight.” Japan has the shortest average sleep in the world, according to 2019 OECD statistics (Credit: Getty Images) OECD statistics, in its 2019 Gender Data Portal, reveal that Japan has the shortest average sleep in the world at 442 minutes per day a year – approximately 7.3 hours a night. South Korea also scored low at 471 minutes, whilst many countries averaged more than 500 minutes (8.3 hours) including Britain, France, Spain, the US and China. A new law capping overtime came into effect in Japan in April 2019 to combat the culture of long working hours that has contributed to workers’ short sleep cycles; the new law limits legal overtime work to 45 hours a month and 360 hours a year. But companies have also begun taking matters into their own hands, encouraging employees to go for a ‘hirune’ – which literally translates as “lunchtime sleep”. At the headquarters of GMO Internet Group, a Tokyo-based company that provides services like web hosting, strong scents from aromatic lavender oil fill an unused conference room during lunch breaks, aiding the employees who occupy most of its 27 beds to sleep. “What we encourage here is not inemuri,” says Sae Takahashi, the group’s chief spokesperson. “With hirune, one is consciously making an effort to rest within a short space of time. This way, we think they can effectively switch between business and break times, creating a better working environment.” Called GMO Siesta, the facilities are available every day from 12:30 for an hour. “The habitual aspect of hirune is similar to the concept of siesta,” Takahashi continues. “Some use the room as part of their daily routine to help them rejuvenate for the afternoon. For those with children, it helps them catch up on sleep that they may otherwise miss out on at home.” In Tokyo, GMO Internet Group offers 27 beds to its employees for regular cat naps. The initiative is called "GMO Siesta" (Credit: GMO Internet Group) Overwork ‘crisis’ ‘Karoshi’ – the Japanese term for death from overwork as a result of sleep deprivation – has frequently made headlines in recent years. In 2013, a 31-year-old political reporter at Japan’s national broadcaster NHK suffered heart failure and was found dead in her bed, holding her mobile phone. She had died from working 159 hours of overtime and only getting two days off a month. In 2017, advertising agency Dentsu was fined after a 24-year-old employee jumped out of a window after tweeting: “I’m going to die. I’m so tired.” Its CEO resigned. The crisis around karoshi has created a sense of urgency among companies to do something about it – Takanori Kobayashi For Kobayashi, lack of sleep became a catalyst to quit his job and run NeuroSpace. “When I graduated and started my career as a salaryman, I entered a terrible cycle,” the CEO says. “I couldn’t stop thinking about the pressures from my older colleagues when going to bed, which meant I couldn’t sleep much. The next day I would worry about my lack of sleep on top of the stress of work.” “The factors affecting the stress kept multiplying, to the point where it was affecting my ability to perform well on the job. The lack of colleagues myself and others could turn to for support was evident.” Since 2014, NeuroSpace has worked with more than 70 companies in Japan to advise companies on implementing sleeping programmes to boost employee productivity. After a slow start, almost half of those clients have come through since the start of 2019. Known as ‘inemuri’, drifting off in public has become synonymous with exhausted workers in Japan (Credit: Getty Images) “The crisis around karoshi has created a sense of urgency among companies to do something about it,” says Kobayashi. “From a business point of view, I always knew there would be a need for this. But I never expected such a rapid interest and shift of attitudes that has occurred over the last couple of years.” Although companies are now legally obliged to limit overtime hours, NeuroSpace’s programmes include monitoring sleeping habits as part of a wider change of working culture that meets demand for a better work-life balance. “Building rooms in offices to accommodate ‘kamin’ – or power napping in English – at roughly six hours after an employee has woken up helps prevent [inemuri]. That’s around lunch time for most people,” explains Kobayashi. More knowledge needed Despite increasing awareness, there is still a long way to go. “The other day I visited an office block near Tokyo Station and found ‘no sleeping’ signs in toilet cubicles,” says Seiji Nishino, director of the Sleep and Circadian Neurobiology Laboratory at Stanford University. “It was an absolute shock. Instead of spending money making these signs, it would make sense to invest in nap rooms that can be accessed by employees of various companies based in the same building block.” Nishino refers to the concept as “sleep liability”, which he coined in his 2017 book The Stanford Method for Ultimate Sound Sleep – a book written for Japanese readers.  “The lack of sleep itself is not the problem,” Nishino explains. “Rather, it’s about the damage it causes on the human body. It requires several times the missing hours of sleep for it to recover.” As an academic based in America for more than three decades, it wasn’t in Nishino’s plans to write a book for the Japanese mass market. But his publishers had identified an audience before the word ‘karoshi’ was popularised; there was already a sense of urgency among shift workers to solve sleeping issues following the death of a bus driver who crashed into two trucks as a result of suffering from sleep apnoea. The driver had been on overnight shifts in the run up to the 2011 accident and could not prevent the disaster despite taking turns at the wheel with a substitute driver. The other day I visited an office block near Tokyo Station and found ‘no sleeping’ signs in toilet cubicles – Seiji Nishino In the same year, epilepsy sufferers with driving licences caused accidents, which led to a revision of laws that punished drivers with up to 15 years in prison for concealing conditions that affected the safety of passengers. The laws, which went into effect in 2014, also banned those suffering from a lack of sleep as licenced drivers. Since 2015, the Ministry of Land and Tourism has become proactive in preventing sleepiness among those working in the railway industries.  Improving knowledge among workers to approach sleep as health maintenance is something experts at the Japan Organisation for Better Sleep have been trying to implement. “We’ve always had students from those working in the railway industries since we started in 2006, but nowadays almost half of those attending lectures are from that field,” says its chairman, Shuichiro Shirakawa. “There is an expectation that more corporate companies and their workers will take part. As there isn’t enough education around sleep science and sleep disorder in Japan, I think knowledge about sleep among industrial physicians and staff at health care centres is lacking – the reality is they’re only just getting to grips with it now.” Some companies in Japan have rolled out designated nap rooms for overtired workers (Credit: GMO Internet Group) Learning to nap But for hirune to become habitual, there is a need to start young. “Traditionally, children used to nap at school during lunch breaks. That practice has faded over the last few decades, which has contributed to the lack of practice among adults,” Nishino says. Last year, Meizen High School in Fukuoka prefecture made headlines after twice as many of its final year students were offered a place to study at the University of Tokyo – Japan’s most prestigious institution for higher education – from the year before. With children exhausted from the stress of extra lessons and homework from cram schools in the evenings after normal high school hours, their key to success was adopting a 10-minute nap time after lunch just before the start of their fifth lesson for the day. In the city of Osaka, local authorities have been collaborating with Osaka University to monitor and analyse sleeping habits among primary and secondary school students across the prefecture as a measure to start educating them on their sleep. By January 2019, 6,000 children had taken part. The researchers found that 15% of students who claimed they were not tired at all got an average of 8 hours 43 minutes of sleep a day, and the 16% who said they were extremely tired were sleeping an hour less on average. With the added help of gadgets and products designed for better sleep – known as sleep tech – it’s this collection of data that will also determine the effectiveness of hirune for working adults in years to come. The numerous apps available on the market are already being used in conjunction with corporate sleeping programmes. “In an ideal world, we wouldn’t need to depend on technology to help us monitor our sleep,” NeuroSpace’s Kobayashi says. “But in order to help us get there, these are the steps we need to take in order for this to become a natural habit again.”

http://ofubox.blogspot.com/2019/08/why-overtired-japan-is-turning-to.html

[jasonhalle2015]

How to Find the Best Web Developer for Your Upcoming Website?

Website development is one of the most significant things that every business invests in. A perfectly-designed website helps business owners in promoting their products and services that ultimately makes web development one of the most challenging activities. Web developers or programmers today need to be better than their rivals today to set themselves apart from the crowd. And for this, they need to become an expert of advanced tools and technologies.

Web developers are also known as the front-end developers, sometimes Web designers or even UI engineers. While the titles are quite similar, the things they do vary. Their primary goal is to focus on creating the interactive part of the site that users see and engage.

A web developer must have a good understanding of coding and other essential frameworks, but these qualities are not just enough. In this blog, we will explain some other skills that make any programmer a versatile developer:

Excellent Communication Skills

Excellent communication skills directly connect with good development skills. A great developer is capable of understanding problems quickly, breaking them down into hypotheses and logically resolve them. They understand your concept with ease. Most well-own offshore developers speak English and are very comfortable with documentation in different languages. It is one of the most significant skill to have while working with the global clients.

How to test their communication skills

Set a scrum meeting and analyze how they communicate. Give them a task and see how they interact efficiently.

How the developers can improve

Being a developer, you need to improve your communication skills. Good communication skills will help you understand the words of your clients in a better way. You should start doing five-minute conversations with your colleagues to improve your English. You can also give some time to understand the people around you and try to explore their goals, hobbies, and frustrations.

Good at Task Management

Great developers must have good time & task management skills. They are highly reliable and have a strong work ethic. One of the most important skill is the capability of estimating the amount of time required to accomplish a task and deliver it before the deadline. Reliable developers are good at managing their clients rather than letting you manage them.

How to Test the Skill

The best way to examine any developer on this quality is to make a short-term agreement and have an assessment period where everyone will give feedback about him/her. The purpose is to find strengths and weaknesses of the developer. If an individual is not delivering the desired outcome, you need to make a difficult decision to drop him/her and look for someone new.

Positive Attitude

A well-skilled developer cares about the product of the client. They are known for their positive attitude, ready to go to beyond their expertise, and give their best every day. Though it’s essential not to overtire a developer with numerous queries and urgent deadlines, sometimes this is inevitable. If you want to launch the website or need to have some significant features out by the deadline, the great developer will try and get the site released as soon as possible. Since they do care. By giving the developers interesting tasks and praising them for their work, you can install positive attitude in them.

Sometimes, it’s difficult to find the right web developers for your upcoming project. If you consider all these important things mentioned above, you will be able to choose the best Web development company for skilled web developer.

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