#orang modern

[alphadisruptor]

Tips Manajemen Waktu Sederhana Untuk Orang Modern Yang Sibuk

Ketika manajemen waktu adalah sesuatu yang ingin Anda kerjakan, Anda memerlukan beberapa tip untuk memulai. Di sini Anda akan mempelajari beberapa metode yang baik untuk menggunakan manajemen waktu, dan apa yang ahli katakan berhasil. Jika ini kedengarannya bagus untuk Anda, maka merupakan ide bagus untuk terus membaca.

Jika Anda selalu terdesak waktu, mulailah mencoba datang lebih awal untuk semuanya. Jika Anda bertujuan untuk tepat waktu, lalu lintas sedikit pun dapat mengacaukan seluruh jadwal Anda dengan membuat Anda terlambat. Namun, ketika Anda melakukan yang terbaik untuk datang lebih awal, Anda sering kali memiliki sedikit waktu ekstra, yang kemudian dapat Anda manfaatkan dengan baik!

Jika Anda ingin menjadi ahli dalam manajemen waktu, Anda harus mengembangkan strategi untuk mengatasi gangguan. Masalah asing dapat mempersulit (atau bahkan tidak mungkin) bagi Anda untuk menyelesaikan pekerjaan yang perlu Anda lakukan. Cobalah menyisihkan sebagian tetap dari hari kerja Anda untuk gangguan. Ketika mereka muncul, buatlah catatan tentang mereka dan tangani mereka hanya ketika waktunya telah tiba.

Bagi banyak orang, manajemen waktu adalah masalah multitasking. Jika Anda ingin memaksimalkan produktivitas Anda, ini mungkin bukan strategi yang baik untuk dikejar. Multitasking membagi perhatian Anda sehingga tidak ada subjek yang mendapatkan manfaat penuh dari keterampilan Anda. Alih-alih membagi fokus Anda, tunda tugas baru dan terus berkonsentrasi pada pekerjaan yang ada.

Jika Anda bergumul dengan manajemen waktu yang efektif, luangkan waktu untuk menganalisis apa yang salah dengan alur kerja saat ini. Jika Anda tidak berkonsentrasi dan bertahan dengan setiap tugas sampai selesai, cari tahu alasannya. Ini akan membantu Anda memaksimalkan efisiensi Anda.

Terkadang, orang bermasalah dengan manajemen waktu karena mereka tidak menetapkan batas waktu untuk tugas yang harus mereka selesaikan. Tuliskan setiap tugas yang harus diselesaikan pada jadwal harian Anda. Sekarang, tetapkan waktu kapan setiap tugas harus diselesaikan. Sebagai contoh, jika Anda memiliki korespondensi pagi, maka tentukan jam 10 pagi sebagai waktu semua korespondensi harus diselesaikan.

Kebanyakan orang yang memiliki sesuatu yang perlu mereka lakukan perlu menggunakan manajemen waktu untuk bekerja dengan hal itu. Anda sekarang memiliki beberapa kebijaksanaan yang diperlukan untuk menggunakan hal semacam ini dalam kehidupan Anda sehari-hari. Luangkan waktu Anda untuk menerapkan apa yang telah Anda pelajari dan Anda tidak akan mengalami masalah dengan ini.

[ohmy-guy]

ohmy-guy

[theartgremlin]

Colonel de-stressing by visiting his best girl <333

[morganski-19]

Steve seeing something on tiktok and trying it on Eddie

Steve: You know what I kinda really want right now, an orange

Eddie: Do we even have the oranges?

Steve: I’m not sure

Eddie: *getting up* Let me check. Nope, be back in ten

Steve: *to the camera* I was not expecting him to go that far

Ten minutes later

Eddie: *comes back to the apartment with a bag of oranges* Do you want peeled or sliced

Steve: Peeled

Eddie: Ok

Steve: *looking at the camera* I think he passed

Eddie: *handing Steve a bowl of peeled orange slices* Passed what?

Steve: Nothing

[janasojka]

Night landscapes.

[fuumiku]

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

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

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

Read from left to right

[sticker-pop]

2024 New! Tamagotchi connection sticker book stickers

[toyastales]

This modern home is surrounded by glorious mountains and scenic views.

[gentlemanmotorslifestyle]

[thecutestgrotto]

Hellooooooo pls can I request some midcentury modern divideers? ☺️

Sure thing anon! 🩵🌸

Mid Century Modern

[carolmunson]

carol’s at the laundromat mat, so:

older!modern!eddie it is.

(tw: implied sexual themes, implied smut/spanking idk. they argue but it’s kind of hot leave me alone.)

Gwen whines, not used to having to sit still for so long and the iPad lost her interest twenty minutes ago. He bounces her on his lap to try and make her laugh but she’s tired and grouchy; he’s out of snacks — forgetting how long this takes when he’s not in control of it. When the only thing you can do is wait.

“Wan’ go home daddy,” she pouts, resting her curly head on his shoulder, “Pwease.”

“I know you do, baby girl,” he coos, big ringed hand smoothing over her back, “But we wouldn’t be here if you didn’t put your crayons in the washing machine.”

She huffs, burying her face in his neck and pushing her body further into him. Maybe if she melts his heart enough he’ll relent and take her home; but he can’t leave you here to do it all yourself.

You come over from switching the loads into the dryer; it’s a dead night so you can use a few to make the process a little faster. You’re about as grouchy as Gwen is; annoyed that you had to retreat and wash the loads you did originally and now that you have to get the washing machine professionally fixed. You run your tongue over your teeth when you sit down next to them, crossing your arms against your chest with a huff that matches your daughters.

Two grouchy girls.

“Why don’t you take her home and I’ll fold it all?” he offers quietly.

“No. I’m the one doing the laundry because you’re so out of touch you can barely work a laundry card. You can deal with an angry toddler,” you snap.

“Well right now I’m dealing with two angry toddlers, so,” he snaps back with a shrug; his voice is cool and calm. The measured tone puts warmth in your chest; perks up your posture.

“I’m not acting like a toddler,” you say back, Gwen occupied now with Eddie’s phone, looking at herself in the front facing camera.

“All that huffing and puffing?” his brows raise, “Coulda fooled me.”

“Shut up, Ed,” your voice sour, reaching into your canvas tote to take out a book while you wait for the clothes to run through the dryer.

“Steeb!” Gwen smiles, the FaceTime ring coming in with his photo in the corner. Eddie tosses you a tight look before answering the call, connecting an AirPod to one ear and the other on Gwen.

“Hold on to it, Gwenny,” he instructs.

“Kay, daddy,” she nods while he holds the phone in front of her face. Steve smiles at the sight of her.

“Hi girl,” he coos, “How are you, lady?”

“We’re at the washa-masheen sto’,” she smiles.

His brow quirks, Eddie leaning forward to explain her toddler-ese, “We’re at the laundromat.”

“Ew. Why?” Steve’s face sours at the thought of a laundromat, sharing machines, leaving things behind.

“Your favorite girl put her 64 pack of crayons in the washing machine so we have to get it repaired,” he sighs.

“Aww, Gwenny,” he pouts into the screen, “You silly girl.”

“It was by assident,” she pouts, lower lip jutting out.

“I know,” he matches her face back at her, apologetic voice on, “You’ve never done anything bad in your life. You never will.”

Eddie let’s a puff of breath out of his mouth with a roll of his eyes, “Yeah wait until she breaks something of yours before you say that.”

“She’s an angel every time she’s in Chicago,” Steve shrugs, “Maybe it’s just you. You’re an angel, right Gwen?”

“I’mma angel, Daddy,” Gwen nods, not really knowing what she means. Eddie giggles at her, running a hand over her soft curls.

“Yeah you are,” he smiles down at her before pressing a kiss to the back of her head while she babbles at Steve. He can still feel your frustration emanating off of you while you hastily turn a page in your book.

He takes a the headphone out of his ear before turning his head your way, voice low with warning, “Sorry, am I bothering you?”

“M’just trying to read,” your voice teeters on bratty when you whisper back to him with narrowed eyes, “You’re both being so fuck—freaking distracting.”

His mouth falls opens slightly in a surprised smile, “You’re in rare fuckin’ form tonight, you hear me?”

“Don’t talk to me like that,” your brow furrowed and on defense.

“Why don’t you go home? I’ll fold while Gwen talks to Steve,” he offers again, “Maybe you can figure out where all this attitude came from on the way there.”

“You can’t carry all that back with Gwen,” you counter, head nodding towards the empty laundry bags next to him.

“We’ll take a car,” he nods bitterly, “Go home. We’ll see you in a little.”

There’s no room for arguing, not when he puts on his authority voice. A voice normally reserved for Gwen when she’s in need of some parental guidance; but he’s used it on you a few times. A reminder — still twelve years your senior.

You suck in your cheeks, chewing on the skin for a minute while you consider it. You put your book back in your bag, tossing your keys in too, “Fine.”

“Fine,” he retorts back. He bounces Gwen to get her attention, “Say bye to mommy, honey.”

She turns, her big baby eyes rounding with confusion, “Bye mommy?”

“I’m gonna run home and start dinner, Gwenny,” you smile at her, forcing yourself not to be annoyed while you soothe her, “You want some chicken tenders and rice?”

“Ya,” she giggles, “Please.”

“Good manners, girlie,” you smile, kissing her on the forehead, “See you in a little.”

“See ya in a widdle,” she parrots back.

“Where’s Peach goin’?” Steve asks when Eddie puts the headphone back in his ear, watching you leave through the automatic doors.

“Home,” he sighs, rubbing his temple, “Dealing with two bratty girls today.”

“Ouch,” Steve nods, “Sorry about that — but, to be fair, Gwen is never bratty.”

“I’m gonna hang up on you, man,” he laughs, pushing his curls out of his eyes while Gwen takes over the conversation again; finally smiley and settling.

Eddie gets home later with the folded laundry and a napping three year old on his hip. He barely speaks when he brings the clothes upstairs and puts Gwen in her room while you work on dinner in the kitchen. Just like the both of you to hold a mini grudge when you don’t know what you’re arguing about in the first place.

He eases down the metal spiral staircase, jeans swapped out for sweats and long socks, t-shirt with the arms cut out that show off his arms and the tops of his obliques.

“You got somethin’ you wanna say to me?” he asks. You slam the oven in response.

“Ooh, okay,” he nods, perked up at the challenge, “Look’it me, huh?”

You look at him from under your lashes, aggravation pumping through you — you don’t even know why you’re mad anymore.

“What’s your problem?” he asks, making his way over to you, pressing you up against the counter while his arms come around to cage you in.

“Just — I don’t know, tired,” you shrug.

“Tired?” he laughs, tilting his head down to run the tip of his nose over your neck, up over your jaw, “You sure?”

Your needy sigh clues him in, you’re not tired.

“Think you need me to help you get over it,” he purrs, “Don’t you, baby?”

You whimper in response, he leaves a long kiss at the hinge of your jaw, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you later. I promise.”

“You’re insufferable,” you sigh, trying not to give in to him but wanting to desperately.

“That’s why you married me,” he smirks, coming back up to kiss you softly on the lips, “But keep it up, sweetheart. All that mean girl shit. See if I go easy on you.”

Later that night; you’re both grateful that his office is soundproofed.

[theylovevenus]

Couples that serve cunt together STAY together

[marejadilla]

René Magritte, "The Banquet”, 1958, oil paining. Lessines, Belgium, 1898–1967.

“This canvas is the last, largest, and most impressive of four oil paintings of this title... There are also five versions of this image in gouache...”

[thecarchitecture]

[fraisiers]

˗ˏˋ _magda__ ˎˊ˗

[llovelymoonn]

favourite poems of july

knar gavin strindberg grey

dahlia ravikovitch the love of an orange (tr. chana bloch)

danez smith summer, somewhere

hannah gamble your invitation to a modest breakfast: “your invitation to a modest breakfast”

claire schwartz lecture on the history of the house

joseph brodsky collected poems in english, 1972-1999: “a part of speech”

ralph angel twice removed: “alpine wedding”

bob hicok insomnia diary: “spirit ditty of no fax-line dial tone”

caleb klaces language is her caravan

philip good & bernadette mayer alternating lunes

hester knibbe light-years (tr. jacquelyn pope)

tracy k. smith life on mars: “the universe as primal scream”

rigoberto gonzález other fugitives and other strangers: “the strangers who find me in the woods”

stephen edgar murray dreaming

james schuyler other flowers: uncollected poems: “light night”

amy beeder because our waiters are hopeless romantics

diane seuss backyard song

tomás q. morín love train

safiya sinclair the art of unselfing

carol muske-dukes skylight: “the invention of cuisine”

peter gizzi the outernationale: “vincent, homesick for the land of pictures”

william matthews selected poems and translations, 1969-1991: “onions”

c.k. williams butcher

mark mccloskey the smell of the woods

jennifer chang the age of unreason

richard blanco city of a hundred fires: “contemplations at the virgin de la caridad cafeteria, inc.”

bob hicock the pregnancy of words

j. allyn rosser impromptu 

carl phillips then the war

stephanie young ursula or university: “essay”

gloria e. anzaldúa the new speakers

kofi