#vente de biens

[nfavocats]

L’importance du diagnostic immobilier avant une vente : ce que dit la loi

L’importance du diagnostic immobilier avant une vente : ce que dit la loi

https://nf-avocats.fr/limportance-du-diagnostic-immobilier-avant-une-vente-ce-que-dit-la-loi/

#Achat, #AchatImmobilier, #BiensImmobiliers, #Conformité, #ConformitéLégale, #DiagnosticAvantVente, #DiagnosticImmobilier, #Étapes, #ÉtatDesLieux, #ExpertiseImmobilière, #France, #Immobilier, #ImportanceDuDiagnostic, #Les, #LoiImmobilière, #Obligations, #ObligationsLégales, #Performance, #Pour, #Propriétaire, #Propriété, #Réglementation, #RéglementationImmobilière, #Responsabilité, #Sécurité, #TransactionsImmobilières, #Vente, #VenteDeBiens, #VenteImmobilière

[this-is-a-name-dont-worry]

non mais le fait qu'au tout début les Croûte font un plan pour avoir des trucs venant de Donatien car il a l'air riche...

Leur plan c'est vraiment:

Step 1: Accompagne Donatien à son domaine

Step 2: ????

Step 3: Possède maintenant un téléphone, ses bottes, son vin, et son domaine

Et le plus beau dans tout ça c'est que d'une certaine façon, ça fonctionne <3 un plan qui aura pris deux semaines et quelques kidnappings

[spidersinmysoup]

Últimamente me di cuenta que a pesar de ya ser un adulto sigo con el mismo deseo/ impaciencia al que tenia de más chica de ser mayor. Este año cumplo 20 que me hace sentir un poco vieja (no que la gente que esté en sus 20's o mayor me parezca vieja pero para MI es como wow ya tengo 20 años) pero a la vez no puedo esperar cumplirlos porque en mi mente asocio tener ese '2' en el primer número de mi edad viene con el respeto de la gente a mi alrededor, a lo mejor al tener un año más finalmente va a solucionar todos mis problemas y la gente me va a tomarme enserio. En el fondo de mi mente sé que esto no es verdad pero hay parte de mí que no deja de pensarlo así.

[neiyuu]

Working for christmas is like going to bed at 19h, waking up at 4h and forgetting it's christmas.

But at least i got a nintendo switch teehee.

[fettery-fetterie]

No puedes pensar en ninguna vaina pa tus ocs pero bien que puedas pensar en un montón de vainas para los csms del otro wn

Sorry for the long ass spanish rant on the tags btw x"""d

Anyways, night night

[blainvillemitsubishi]

[lucianinsanity]

So we had a talk today about how school before uni doesn't let you fail

My professor mentioned how scared and anxious a lot of students are when going to the finals, how hard it gets, how many just don't go for the fear they feel

And I finally understand

The disdain and the dismissive tone of voice they used with me, the "if you present this after the deadline you won't get the best grade", "if you have to do the exam again you won't get the best grade", "if you fail this one is definitive and goes to your grades for the year", all the works that I couldn't remake because the professor only took it once and that was it, all the "if you fail is bad and forever" that the school drill into my head, and into the heads of all my friends and all my classmates

And my professor says "but you can't fail anymore!" And it's true, but recent, and it doesn't work, because on one hand, you don't let one student fail because that's literally evil and the worst thing they could ever do, and in the other, the student can't fail so they don't learn anything

And it's painful

I listen to my brother talk about his school, about the disrespect for his opinion and for his health and for his person, I listen to him talking about how unfair the playing field is, how teachers have favoritism, how they don't care, how they take upon themselves to be their students worst nightmare, how they don't teach and then expect them to pass exams, how they get personal with students and will make anything for them to not get good grades even if the student is good

And I remember, I remember because not so many years ago I was that student, I was the student that worked and did everything good and was still scared that the teachers would just be awful and getting a bad grade

And I remember how even parents get in the side of the teachers and if you fail is because you are not good enough, you are not working enough, you made the teacher angry, you failed, and you are the worst for it

Maybe not because they mean to make you feel bad, it's just a push for you to be your best self, or what they think your best self is, and it hurts, you know? Because my best self is not all that good at math and struggles to read academic books and is very focused on dolls and silly drawings, and that's not good

And then you go to uni, and the professors talk to you like you are a human being, even tho you knew that, even tho you had a teacher that was weird and scary but treated you as a person instead of a stupid teen that doesn't know shit and needs to get their shit together, even tho you are just a teen and adults should get their shit together, and you remember that weird teacher and you are not surprised when he had involvement with students, because he was weird, he treated all of us like people, and no adult who is normal does that, so you knew it was weird

And now professors look at you and see an adult that has to get their shit together, even tho you and most of your classmates had to move and learn to fetch for themselves in this last two years, even tho you came out of a school that treated you like shit, even tho you are just getting to be as queer as you really are afar from family

And they don't understand the fear, they don't understand why some of us are cold to them, they don't understand why we flinch when they look at our works, they don't get it, because they didn't see it, because they don't remember

But you do, and you sit in front of your professors in your finals and feel how they look at you and you feel your stomach dropping and think "I'm going to die here, I'm going to fail and everything goes downhill from there" and they smile and point and ask polite questions about what you know, and you freak out and forget, and start to shake and get sick, and after you finish you are such a mess that you are just about to cry, just waiting for your grade to get home and finally collapse, and you know it's going to be a bad grade because you stuttered and thought stuff for too long and your voice was shaky and you know they saw your tears forming and they tell you "it's okay, you got a six out of ten, you can rest" and you breathe and think "well, this can't get any worse, but nobody wants a professional that is a six out of ten when they can have one of my classmates that are a ten out of ten" and the professors look at you and say "practice in your talking, go to talk with someone, get help for that" and you feel like they punched you in the face because you are scared, and they know, and they worry, and you hate that, because only weird teachers care for their students

At least that's what you learned in school

[nfavocats]

Les obligations des entreprises en matière de protection des salariés

Les obligations des entreprises en matière de protection des salariés

https://nf-avocats.fr/les-obligations-des-entreprises-en-matiere-de-protection-des-salaries/

#BienÊtre, #BienÊtreAuTravail, #Conformité, #ConformitéLégale, #ConseilsJuridiques, #DroitDuTravail, #DroitsDesEmployés, #Entreprise, #EntrepriseResponsable, #EnvironnementDeTravail, #GestionDesRisques, #Législation, #Les, #NormesDeSécurité, #Obligations, #ObligationsDesEntreprises, #ObligationsLégales, #Performance, #Pour, #Prendre, #PréventionDesRisques, #ProtectionDesSalariés, #ProtectionSociale, #Réglementation, #Responsabilité, #ResponsabilitéSociale, #RessourcesHumaines, #SécuritéAuTravail, #Vente

[literaryvein-reblogs]

hi! I just saw that “romantic or philosophical "ancient Greek" quotes/phrases/poems” ask and was wondering if you had anything like those but French?

Sorry if this ask is a bother at all/Thank you in advance

French Proverbs & Phrases

Chat échaudé craint l’eau froide - “A scalded cat fears cold water”; Once bitten, twice shy

Entre deux cœurs qui s’aiment, nul besoin de paroles - Two hearts in love need no words

Il existe une beauté particulière qui naît dans le langage, du langage et pour le langage - A special kind of beauty exists which is born in language, of language, and for language

L’amour est comme le vent, nous ne savons pas d’où il vient - Love is like the wind, we don’t know where it comes from

La vérité vaut bien qu’on passe quelques années sans la trouver - Truth is more valuable if it takes you a few years to find it

La vie est une fleur dont l’amour est le miel - Life is a flower of which love is the honey

Mieux vaut être seul que mal accompagné - Better to be alone than in bad company

Noyer le poisson - “Drown the fish”; Avoid a subject by talking about something else

On ne voit bien qu'avec le cœur. L'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux. - We see clearly only with the heart. The essential is invisible to the eyes.

On passe une moitié de sa vie à attendre ceux qu’on aimera et l’autre moitié à quitter ceux qu’on aime - We spend half of our life waiting for those we love and the other half leaving those we love

Quand on est aimé on ne doute de rien. Quand on aime, on doute de tout. - Those who are loved, doubt nothing. Those who love, doubt everything.

Qui craint de souffrir, il souffre déjà de ce qu’il craint - He who fears suffering is already suffering that which he fears

Science sans conscience n’est que ruine de l’âme - Science without conscience is nothing but the ruin of the soul

Si tu pouvais lire dans mon cœur, tu verrais la place où je t’ai mise - If you could look inside my heart, you’d see the place where I’ve put you

Un seul être vous manque et tout est dépeuplé - Only one person is missing, and the whole world seems empty

This isn't a bother at all, loved doing this request! Hope this helps with your writing :)

Sources: 1 2 3 4 5 6 ⚜ More: List of "Beautiful" French Words Part 1 ⚜ Part 2

[pompadourpink]

Il y a

(Note: * means it is a negative sentence: il n'y a)

Anguille sous roche - there's something fishy going on

Belle lurette - it's been a while

Bien longtemps (que) - it's been a while (since)

Comme un goût de - it almost tastes like

De ça - you are right but there is more to it (casual)

De ça (+ duration), - it was (X time) ago that

De la friture sur la ligne - there's static on the line

De l'ambiance - there's a great atmosphere

De l'eau dans le gaz - there's trouble brewing

De l'idée - that's not a bad idea (although it's incomplete)

De l'orage dans l'air - there's trouble brewing

De quoi - it is justified (casual)

De quoi être fier - /one/ can be proud about that

De quoi faire - there are enough supplies for the project

*De roses sans épines - there are no roses without thorns

Des baffes/claques qui se perdent - /one/ deserves a slap

Des coups de pied au cul qui se perdent - /one/ deserves a kick in the butt

Des hauts et des bas - there are ups and downs

Des limites - there are limits (not to cross)

Des moments où - there are times when

Des nuages - it's cloudy

Du brouillard - it's foggy

Du boulot - we have a lot of work to do

Du monde/peuple - it is really crowded

Du monde au balcon - /one/ has big breasts

Du soleil - it's sunny

Du vent - it's windy

Du vrai (dans ce que tu dis) - /one/ is not wrong

Erreur (sur la personne) - /one/ is mistaken

Fort/gros à parier que - it is a safe bet that

Intérêt à (+ infinitive or que + verb) - there better (be): il y a intérêt que tu te calmes, il y a intérêt à se taire

Largement de quoi faire - there are enough supplies for the project

Le feu - fire!

Longtemps que - it's been a long time since

Méprise - there is a mistake

Moyen de moyenner - we can make that work (casual)

*Pas à dire - you have to admit

*Pas à tortiller - there's no getting away from it (casual)

*Pas de fumée sans feu - there's no smoke without fire

*Pas de mais (qui tienne) - no arguing with me

*Pas de mal - no worries, you meant no harm

*Pas de mal à se faire du bien - a little of what you fancy does you good

*Pas de petits profits - look after the pennies and the pounds will look after themselves

*Pas de quoi - you're welcome (casual)

*Pas de quoi s'énerver - no need to get annoyed

*Pas de sot métier - all job is noble

*Pas de temps à perdre - there is no time to lose

*Pas le feu au lac - we are not in a rush (casual)

*Pas longtemps que - it hasn't been long since

*Pas mort d'homme - calm down (casual)

*Pas photo - clearly (casual)

*Pas un chat/rat - there is no one around

Peu de temps que - it hasn't been long since

Prescription - it's time to move on

*Plus de saisons - seasons don't mean anything anymore

*Que ça de vrai - this is what really matters

*Que la vérité qui blesse/fâche - you're angry because you know it's right

Quelque chose qui cloche (chez) - something is wrong (with)

Quelque chose qui m'échappe - I don't understand something

Quelques années - a few years ago

*Qu'un pas - /something/ is only one step away

*Rien à faire - there's nothing to do (bored or stuck)

*Rien de nouveau sous le soleil - there is nothing new

Un avant et un après - there is a before and an after

Un coup à jouer - /one/ has an opportunity here

Une éternité que - it's been an eternity since

Un temps pour tout - timing is everything

Il y en

A marre - /one/ has had enough, this is too much

*A pas un pour rattraper l'autre - you two are as bad as each other

+

Il y a X + X - there is a spectrum to it (unhappy): "Pierre said he stole the neighbours' cat as a joke!" "il y a blague et blague!"

Qu'est-ce qu'il y a ? - what's up ? what's wrong ?

S'il y a lieu - if applicable, needed

Tant qu'il y a de la vie, il y a de l'espoir - where there's life, there's hope

[spidybaby]

Begin Again | Part Four

Summary: It's all about the hating, the loving and the healing... but in that order?

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: It's been a long time, but here it is. Love you all for being so patient and sweet with all the messages and anons asking me if I was okay and sending me love while I was sick 😭❤️ sorry if I didn’t answer, I wasn't that much on my phone but I'm thankful for all the messages and love you send me 😣💛

Dedicated to: @gaviandgrizisgirl because she motivate me to write and post this as quickly as possible. Luv you 💛✨️ (btw go read her work, is amazing, you'll love it 😀❤️)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

17:45 p.m.

"Déjame ayudarte con eso, " Elena says. As she picks up the straightener, she is as nervous as you are. "Estoy tan emocionada, yo te ayudarme a planear la boda. Ahhhh!" (Let me help you with that. I'm so excited, I'm helping you plan the wedding)

You smile at her, your words are out due to being nervous. You feel like throwing up but weren't.

You made a small talk about something she was promoting while she was straightening the last piece of hair. That was cut off by the baby monitor announcing that your baby was done with cocomelon.

"Ya, ya, ya voy, mi amor." (I'm coming, love)

You finish with the hair as your son begin crying for attention.

"Ay ya mijo, no te puedes entretener solo? Andamos ocupadas." Elena says, picking him. He stops crying, looking at her with a confused expression. "Ya ves? Todo bien. Hoy tenemos pijamada, usted se duerme en el lado izquierdo y yo el derecho." (Omg baby, can't you entertain yourself? We're busy. You see? Everything's fine. Today, we have a slumber party, you'll sleep on the left side and I'll sleep on the right one)

You laugh at her. She's so special to him.

"Vente, solo me haré algo natural de maquillaje." You say picking your products, barely any, some concealer, powder, blush, waterproof mascara (that's essential). (Come here, I'll just do some light makeup)

18:50 p.m.

"Bueno, ya quedó. Dejo todo ahí en la cocina y me voy corriendo antes que llegue." Fernando says, throwing some used napkins. He prepared some pasta, your favorite actually, and he helped Pedro pick some nice outfit for the night. (Okay, it's done. I'll leave everything in the kitchen, and I'm out before she arrives)

Pedro hugged his brother, thanking him for the help. He was nervous, and Fer knew it.

"Tranquilo chaval. Todo irá bien" Fer palms his back and walk to the door. "Pedro, me llamas mañana a primera hora para contarme como te fue, si?" (Relax, everything is going to be fine. Pedro, call me first thing in the morning and tell me everything.)

Pedro nods, nervous at the time, and at everything.

"Por cierto," he says. Before the door closes. Pedro looks confused at him, waiting for him to speak. "Te deje unos condones en el nochero." He winks and laughs, noticing his brother blushing like crazy. "Te quiero niño, adiós." (By the way, I left some condoms on your nightstand. Love you, kiddo, bye)

18:59 p.m.

"Bien, me voy," you say as you spray some perfume, his favorite as you recall. You were done with the feeding and ready to leave. "Adiós amorcito, mami te va a extrañar mucho." You kiss him several times on both cheeks. "Si te da problemas, en serio llámame, aun que no creo que despierte, si lo hace hay leche que recien me saqué en la nevera, solo calientala y dale eso." (Okay, I'm leaving. Goodbye, my love, mommy's going to miss you so much. If he gives you problems, please call me, even tho I don't think he wakes up. If he does, there's fresh pumped milk in the refrigerator. Just warm it up and feed him)

"Ay ya largate." Elena says, pushing you to the door. "Te deje unos condones en la bolsa, la de la izquiera, no quiero otra sorpresita" (Omg, just go. I put some condoms on your purse, left bag. I dont want another surprise)

"Qué?" You look at her confused.

"Shh, adiós mami." She says, making Polo wave his hand.

You shake your head, smiling at her.

But when you open your door, the one surprised is you.

"Mamá? " You open your eyes all the way, you didn't invite her, you didn't call her. Why was she there? "Qué haces acá?" (What are you doing here?)

"Nena, que guapa. Te traje una carbonara, tu favorita de tu restaurante favorito en Barcelona. Sé que la última vez que nos vimos no te portaste tan bien conmigo pero, hijos. Ya entenderas cuando Polito crezca." She says, pushing you to enter. (Baby, how pretty. I brought you some pasta carbonara, your favorite from your favorite restaurant in Barcelona. Even tho the last time we saw each other, you weren't so nice, but you know, kids. You'll get it when Polito grows up)

You scuff. You weren't nice? What about her? Saying how Pedro was going to take your son away. How you were going to go back crying to them for help.

"Mamá, voy de salida. Gracias por traer la pasta. Elena se la puede comer o te la puedes llevar." You say grabbing her by the arms just in time. She was about to grab Polo from Elena's arms. (Mom, I'm actually on my way out. Thanks for the pasta. Maybe Elena can eat it, or you can take it back)

You grabbed the pasta from her, leaving it on the little table beside the door.

"Pero si vas de salida, entonces déjame cuidar a mi nieto, nadie mejor que una mamá para cuidar de los bebés de su bebé." She tries to enter one more time. "Y/n, quítate." (But if you're on your way out, I can take care of my grand baby. Nobody like mommy to take care of her baby's baby. Y/n, get out of the way.)

"No."

"No?" She scuffs "acaso te volviste loca? Que te pasa? Tu no eres así, nunca me habías hablado así" she looks at you with this hurt expression, one you usually fell for, but not this time. (Are you out of your mind? What's wrong with you? You're not like that. You never spoke to me like that)

You grabbed your doorknob as you take some steps, making her step back. "Mamá, voy de salida y Elena va a cuidar a Polo, voy tarde. Adiós." (Mom, I'm on my way out, Elena is taking care of Polo. I'm already late, goodbye)

You kissed her cheek and walked to your car. You turned it on. She was still standing on the same place.

You picked up your phone, texting Elena to not let her in, no matter what.

You notice the time. Already 19:10

"Me cago en la." You say as you drive off your house.

19:16 p.m.

"Mierda" Pedro says, looking at his phone, you were not someone who was late to almost anything.

He calmed himself, thinking maybe is the traffic, maybe she went for gas, maybe she's nervous and driving slowly. Maybe there was some roadwork and she had to take another street.

His mind began to overthink against him. And just in time, the doorbell saves him from his own mind.

He runs to the front door and takes a look of himself in the mirror he has there. "Bien, como dijo Fer, todo estará bien," he say to himself. The walk to the door is a quick one. He takes a few breaths before opening. (Okay, like Fer said, everything is going to be fine)

When he opened the door, nothing prepared him for the view. Even though you didn't change much, there was something different. You looked more beautiful. The way your hair is done looks stunning. The way your smile is shining is like no other.

Not to say your body, you were slimmer than the last time, more here, less there but the same one he loves.

"Dios, estas preciosa," he says without thinking. "Perdón, hola." He shakes his head as you laugh. "Hola va primero, pasa por favor." (Gosh, you look beautiful. Sorry, hi. Hi, is it first)

"Hola, Pepi." You say walking inside. "Tu también te vez muy bien." You laugh. (You look amazing, too)

"Venga, vamos adentro." He closed the door. (C'mon, let's go inside)

He doesn't know if his actions are some muscle memory or if his brain is not coordinating the best. But when he extended his arm for you to take his hand like he used to, at first he didn't notice, but after a few seconds and your hesitation. He slowly pulled back.

But, before he could, and for his surprise, you did take his hand.

"Vamos." You say smiling at him. (Let's go)

The smile on his face is the biggest he ever had since the last time you were together.

That was something everyone noticed. His smile wasn't the same, his was always so into his mind.

"Tienes hambre? Fer me ayudo a preparar tu comida favorita." He says, guiding you to the kitchen. (Are you hungry? Fer helped me cook your favorite food)

You nod smiling, knowing how good that must taste.

Fernando was one of the best chefs you have ever known. He even opened his own restaurant. It was amazing, and he was so successful.

"Mucha. De hecho." You begin talking, but stop when you realize what you were about to say. (Yes, actually...)

Normally, your way of talking was mom on if someone asked you, "You hungry?" You would say,"Yes, breastfeeding makes me hungry." Which is what was about to happen.

"De hecho qué?" He asks, serving the pasta.

"De hecho, tu sabes, yo siempre tengo hambre." You laugh, hoping that was good enough. (Actually, you know, I'm always hungry)

He laughs, nodding "cuándo volviste?" He says, grabbing both plates. "Acá o en el comedor?" He asks you. (When did you come back? Here or at the table?)

"Acá esta bien, déjame ayudarte con eso." You say taking two cups and serving some water. (Here it's okay, let me help you with that)

He places the plates down, picks some forks and napkins.

"Queres vino? Tengo uno buenisimo que te va a encantar, o prefieres algún cóctel? Sé hacer unos ufff, Robert me enseñó." (Do you want some wine? I have a really good one, you'll love it. Or do you prefer a cocktail? I know how to make some, ufff, Robert taught me)

Normally, you used to drink wine or a cocktail when you had dinner dates or when you were around him watching a movie or spending time together.

But the feeding was something that had you at cero alcohol. You pretend to get a text just to Google if one glass was okay. Maybe not? You didn't think about that.

"Amm, déjame responder esto rápido, perdón, el trabajo." You say nervously. He nodded, not taking too much care. (Let me answer this quickly. Sorry, it's from work)

A quick Google search taught you that you could, but had to pump and throw that milk away because that's where the alcohol would be.

"Perdón, deja lo pongo en no molestar." You say, now more relaxed. "Un poco de vino no matará a nadie." You joke, making him laugh. (Sorry, let me put it on. Don't disturb. A little wine never killed nobody)

Once you both sit down and begin eating, you notice how different he is. The beard was more prominent, more styled, too. He has this more prominent dark bag under his eyes. This guy never rests.

"Me gusta tu barba, esta más estilizada y te sienta mucho más." You say honestly, "pero sabes, debes dormir más, qué son esas ojeras Pedro? Te pasas jugando hasta tarde de nuevo?" (I like your beard. It's more stylish and it fits you so well. But you know, you need to sleep more. What are those bags under your eyes? Are you playing video games till the morning again?)

He rolls his eyes. "Ay mamá, pero primero me halagas y luego me matas, venga que deja que el vino haga efecto preciosa." (But you first compliment me and then trash talk me, at least let the wine get into my system baby.)

You both laugh.

And it feels good. Being like this again. Being so close and able to joke without worrying.

The jokes continue. You both know you have a talk, but you want to enjoy the beginning of the night first.

"Déjame ayudarte." You take both plates and take them to the sink and wash them. (Let me help you)

He looks at the way you're washing the dishes, even when it's a completely normal thing to do. You doing it for the first time in so long was something he couldn't believe.

"Pedro," you say, noticing how lost he is. "Estas bien?" (Are you okay?)

"Si si si, quieres ir a la sala? Ahí estaremos más cómodos." He's nervous, and so are you. (Do you want to go to the living room? We will be more comfortable there)

You nod, walking to the living room.

Your heart is beating faster.

Your hands are sweating.

Or was that the water you didn't dry?

Guess you can blame the water.

"Yo quiero"

"Necesito decir"

You both talk, laugh at how coordinated that was.

"Vamos preciosa, comienza tu." (C'mon baby, you go)

You opened your mouth, but nothing was coming out.

Even when you practice how you were going to say the things you want to say. Nothing.

"Okay, entonces voy yo." He laughs, trying to make you feel less nervous. You nodded. "Bien, no es fácil poner todo en palabras y perdón si la cago, créeme que estoy jodidamente nervioso y siento que el puto corazón me va a salir del pecho. Y, la verdad no sé ni por qué empecé diciendo esto, creo que, ammm, Okay." (Okay, so my turn. It's not easy to put everything into words, and I'm sorry if I fucked up, believe me I'm fucking nervous and I feel like my fucking heart is going to burst out of my chest. And to be honest, I don't know why I'm saying that. I think that, ammm, okay)

He pauses, breathing deeply.

"Perdón," he says, looking at you. "Por haberte dejado tan de la nada. Se que fui una mierda contigo y créeme que no fue como lo planeé. Yo en serio no quería lastimarte." (Sorry, for leaving you so out of nowhere. I know I was a piece of shit with you, and believe me, it was not how I planned it. I didn't mean to hurt you)

"Y por qué lo hiciste?" You ask, eyes never leaving his. (So, why did you?)

"Porqué fui un cobarde, porqué no puse tus sentimientos o los míos primero, porqué dejé que otros dictarán nuestro futuro y me arrepiento tanto. Si tuviera una maquina del tiempo regresaría a esa noche y cambiaría todo." (because I was a coward, because I didn't put your feelings and mine first, I let others dictate our future, and I regret that. If I had the chance, I would go back in time and change everything)

"A qué te refieres con qué dejaste que otros dictaran nuestro futuro?" No te entiendo. (What do you mean you let others dictate our future? I don't get it.)

"Es a lo único a lo que le prestaste atención?" He asks, trying to change the subject. (It's the only thing you paid attention to?)

"Pedro," you say with that tone he knows, that mom tone when you won't take his bullshit for an answer.

"Venga que al menos dime que me perdonas." He tries again, failing. (C'mon, at least tell me you forgive me)

"Pedro, responde mi pregunta." You say downing your tone a little bit more.

He shakes his head. He didn't want to tell you about that conversation with your father, but another lie is not the best way to go now.

"Mira, tú padre y yo hablamos. Y él estaba tan seguro que tú me dejarías y yo solo quería la jodida bendición. Por qué no me dijo si y luego me odio en secreto? Joder, preciosa lo siento tanto, yo no debí escucharle pero sus palabras se sintieron como putas puñaladas y tu no querías irte a Portofino. Y tu ibas a decir que no. Tenías un futuro tan brillante delante de ti y yo solo era un jugador de fútbol. (Look, your father and I had a talk. He was so sure you'll leave and I was just looking for the fucking blessing, why couldn't he just smile and hate me in secret? Fuck, baby I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have, but his words hit me like fucking daggers, and you did wanted to go to Portofino, and you were going to say no. You had a bright future ahead, and I was just a football player. Your dad was right)

"Pedro, espera."

You didn't get that much because of how fast he was talking, but enough for you to understand.

"Mi papá te dijo qué?" You ask. (My dad told you what?)

You weren't going to imply that he was lying, but you needed to know if what you heard was right.

"Tu padre y yo." He tries, but you interrupted him.

"Mi papá te dijo qué?" You repeat getting up from the couch.

"Preciosa, por favor sientate." He tries to grab your arms, wanting to calm you down.

"No, Pedro." You back away. "Dime que me estás mintiendo." You can feel the tears. "Pedro, por favor." (Tell me you're lying.)

He cursed mentally at himself. He didn't want to lose you again.

"Y/n, por favor. Déjame explicarte." He's up now, eyes asking for permission to touch you.

"Es solo que. Si él te dijo eso. Entonces todo lo que me dijo a mi fueron mentiras." You say shocked. "Todo este tiempo él me dijo que eras un imbecil por haberme lastimado. Como nos miraba juntos y como estaba con el corazón roto por no vernos juntos en el futuro." You were in a shock moment. "Entonces, todo eso. Todo lo que hice. Todo fue por sus mentiras?" (is just, if he told you that. Then, all the words he told me were just lies. All this time, he told me you were an asshole for hurting me. How he saw us together and how heartbroken he was by us not getting a future together. Then all of that. All I did was. It was because of his lies?)

You tried to take deep breaths.

All the times he let you cry on his shoulder. All the words. All for nothing.

And then he, let you be alone your whole pregnancy, give birth without Pedro.

"Preciosa. Respira por favor." Pedro says, his hands on yours trying to help you breathe. (Baby, breathe, please.)

You shake your head no, you weren't mad at him but at your father.

You free your hands and grab your purse. You needed an explanation. And you were getting one.

"Es que me va a escuchar." You storm out of the house, Pedro calling your name and trying to get you before leaving. "No," you say as he grabs your arm.

"No te voy a dejar ir así." He closed the door back again. "Por favor, vamos a calmarnos."

"Es que no lo entiendes. No sabes lo que hice y ahora más que nunca sé que me vas a odiar por haberlo hecho. Pero no puedo quedarme así." You say, freeing your arm and quickly opening the door. (You don't get it. You don't know what I did. And know I know you'll hate me it. But I can't just let this go)

"Joder, que no te vas a ir." He says, taking your keys. "Mira, no sé que hiciste pero yo jamas te voy a odiar. Por favor, Y/n vamos adentro y hablamos. Cuando te calmes te puedes ir." (Fuck, you're not leaving. Look, I don't know what you did, but I'll never hate you. Please, let's go inside and talk. When you're calmer, you can leave)

"Ven conmigo entonces." You say, grabbing his arm and pushing him to the drivers side. "Te prometo explicarte todo." (Come with me then. I promise I'll explain everything)

He wasn't sure, but he knew how stubborn you're and how you weren't getting back inside.

"Ve por las llaves y cierra la puerta de la casa." He sighs. (Go get the keys and close the door)

While he enters the car, you run back inside and search for the keys where you know he always left them.

Grabbing them and running back outside he has the car on and ready.

"Te recuerdas donde queda la casa de mis padres?" You say grabbing your phone. Texting you father to know if he was home. (Do you remember where my parents' house is?)

"Estas segura?" He asks, really not sure about this whole plan you just thought. "Mira, podemos manejar un rato y así nos calmamos." (Are you sure? Look, we can drive for a while, and we can calm down)

"Pedro, por favor. Hazme caso a mi esta vez." You say as you get a message back saying he was home. (Pedro, please. Listen to me this time)

He didn’t say more.

The drive was quick, something he didn't appreciate.

When he parked outside, you quickly took your seat belt off, running to the door. Thankfully, you still had the key.

"Papá." You scream. "Papá."

You went to his office, he was always there.

"Y/n? Que haces acá?" Your mom says once she sees you. (What are you doing here?)

"Tú sabías?" You ask, angry. "Mamá, tú sabías que Papá le dijo a Pedro que me dejará para yo irme a Italia?" (Did you know? You knew dad told Pedro to break up with me so I could go to Italy)

Your mom stayed quiet.

"Lo sabías" you say. (You knew)

"Calmate, todo tiene explicación." She says, getting closer. (Calm down, everything has an explanation)

"No te me acerques." You say in a tone of voice you didn't even recognize. (Stay away from me)

"Qué carajos esta pasando en esta casa?" You dad says as he approaches both of you. "Y/n mi amor por que gritas?" (What the hell is going on in this house? Y/n, baby, why are you yelling?)

You had to calm yourself. You wanted to slap him. Hurt him. But no, he was your father. And as much as you want to you won't.

"Explicame algo." You say. "Por qué me dijiste que estabas tan triste por mi ruptura con Pedro cuando tú." You say putting your finger on him. "Tú le pediste que me dejara, cuando tú le dijiste que no era suficiente para mí?" (Explain something to me, why did you say you were so sad for my break up with Pedro when you ask him to leave me? You told him he wasn't enough for me)

"No sé de lo que hablas." He says, pushing your hand away. "Estas bien? Te miro alterada, quieres un té?" (I don't know what you're talking about, are you okay? I see you're upset. Do you want some tea?)

"No te atrevas," you say, backing off a little. "Ya sé todo, al menos se hombre para admitirlo." (Don't you dare. I know everything. Be man enough to admit it)

"No me hables así, para empezar." He says, elevating his tone of voice. "Y si lo hice, qué? Yo quería más para ti, no un tipo que se gana la vida pegandole al balón." (Don't talk to me that way. If I did, what about it? I wanted more for you. Not just some dude that makes his bag from kicking a ball)

"Y qué?" You scuff "estas loco? Ustedes dos me manipularon para que yo pensara que Pedro estaba detrás de todo esto, que ya no me amaba. Y para qué? Por sus estúpidos estandares?" (What about it? Are you out of your mind? You two manipulate me into thinking Pedro was behind all of this. You make me believe he didn't love me and for what? For your stupid standars?)

"No son solo estándares, piensa las cosas niña, en serio esperabas que dejáramos que jodieras tu vida? Pagamos cantidades absurdas para que fueras a la mejor universidad solo para que fueras la esposa de un futbolista." He fake laughs. (They're not only standars, think this through kid, were you expect us to let you fucked up your life like that? Paying stupid amounts for you to go to the best college just to settle down to be a footballer wife?)

"Era mi vida," you scream. "mi vida, y ustedes no tenian por que quitarmela." (It was my life, my life. And you don't get to take that away from me.)

"Y/n por favor, cálmate, dejanos explicarte." She tries to hold you, but you push her away. (Y/n, please, calm down, let us explain everything to you)

"No lo entiendes." You say. "No entiendes nada, mamá." (You don't get it. You don't get it, mom)

"Claro que si. Amor por favor."

"No me toques" you yell at her. "Me dais asco." (Don't touch me. You both disgust me)

"Ya basta! Deja el drama." Your dad says as if is nothing. (Oh, stop it. Stop the drama)

You laugh, shaking your head. They don't get it.

"No es drama, papá." You say as the words come out with venom. "Ustedes me manipularon para pensar que todo fue distinto. Mierda, me la pase sola." You cry. (It's not drama, dad. You both manipulated me into thinking everything was different. Shit, you let me be alone)

"No estuviste sola, estábamos contigo. Paulo, Elena, tu papi y yo." You mom says.

"No, no es a lo que me refiero. Me dejaron estar sola nueve meses. Y tú." You point at your mom. "Me convenciste de no decirle nada, de que sola estaba mejor. Y yo te creí, porque pensé que él ya no me quería." You were crying badly at this point. (No, that's not what I meant. You both let me be alone for nine months. And you. You convinced me into not saying anything because I was better alone. And I believed you because I thought he didn't love me anymore)

You clean your tears. They weren't worth it. They don't even care.

"Por ustedes Pedro no conoce a nuestro hijo." You say sadly. "Por ustedes se perdió tantas cosas de nuestro hijo." (Because of you, Pedro doesn't know our child. Because of you, he missed so many things of our child)

"Nuestro qué?" (Our what?)

You feel how the air is stuck in your throat.

You turn around. Here he is, keys in one hand, purse in the other.

"Pedro."

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[olee]

Mini Crush | Agustín Pardella

Para: @stuckwthem

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Admítelo, Agustín lleva más de dos horas mirándote durante el set. Incluso Bayona le ha pedido millones de veces que se concentre. Tú, como maquilladora, estabas ocupada organizando modelos de goma para la piel y mezclando pintura que simulara sangre. Tu compañera de trabajo te dice: "tómate un descanso. Yo me encargo y ve a almorzar". Siguiendo su consejo, decides ir a una cafetería cercana al set y pides un sándwich.

Al ordenar, te sientas en un banco y disfrutas de un poquito de sol con tu batido de mango. Después de tantas horas en el set, Bayona insiste en cambiar constantemente el maquillaje debido al frío y al desarrollo de los personajes, haciéndolos más pálidos. Incluso ha dado indicaciones a los maquillistas sobre la importancia de adaptarse a las condiciones y mantener la coherencia visual de la película. Mientras disfrutas de tu almuerzo, reflexionas sobre la exigencia del trabajo y cómo cada detalle contribuye al éxito de la producción.

Sentada, cierras los ojos y respiras profundo. De repente, entra Agustín del set, prendiendo un cigarrillo y con un tono tímido y casi temblando, dice: "eh… ¿cómo te llamas? Es que… como que lo había… esto… olvidado". Tú, con una expresión entre sorprendida y maternal, le respondes: "Creo que te he dicho mi nombre como tres veces hoy, pero, ni modo, mi nombre es (dices como una madre hablándole a su niño) (tu nombre)". Agustín te mira confundido y suelta un incómodo "Claro, eh… bueno, te veo luego en el set".

Te despides con un simple "te veo", y Agustín se va, pero como la puerta es de cristal, choca fuertemente con ella y suelta un sonoro "Me cago en tu puta madre!". Ríes mientras te levantas y le preguntas con preocupación, pero aguantando la risa: "¿Estás bien?". Él te mira, y luego te das cuenta de que está soltando sangre por el labio. Sin perder el humor, le dices: "Vente, creo que tengo algo para el labio". Él te sigue al set como un niñito, mientras intentas no reírte demasiado de la situación.

Al llegar al set, le indicas a Agustín que se siente, y de repente aparece Simón, diciéndole a Agustín: "¡Boludo! No tenías que irte tan profundo con el beso—" Agustín lo interrumpe rápidamente: "Cállate, que estás enfrente de (bajando la voz para que tú no escucharas) (tu nombre)". Simón responde con un tono juguetón: "Ay, deja esa bobería—" Agustín corta de nuevo: "Boludo, vete pa’ allá, y déjame tranquilo". Simón levanta los brazos diciendo: "Ay, perdón, cabrón", y se va. Mientras tanto, tú buscas alcohol, un algodón y una curita transparente, ya que vas a poner maquillaje. Pero te detienes y le dices a Agustín: "Sabes, no te tengo que echar maquillaje ahí, ya que lo tienes cortado, así que está perfecto. Déjame limpiarlo y voy a ver qué puedo hacer con ese labio", observas el labio de Agustín pensativamente.

Sin embargo, él te mira y se queda observando también tus labios. Cuando te das cuenta, sonríes nerviosamente y lo ignoras, buscando el alcohol en la mochila. La situación se vuelve un tanto incómoda, pero sigues concentrada en cuidar el labio de Agustín mientras intentas apartar cualquier pensamiento incómodo de tu mente.

Cuando ya tienes todos los ingredientes listos, escuchas la voz autoritaria de Bayona anunciando que la hora de descanso ha llegado a su fin. Sin perder tiempo, le aplicas un poco de labial a Agustín, quien te sigue mirando con timidez, su rostro aún enrojecido. Mientras le das un retoque al maquillaje, añades un toque de sangre seca y palideces ligeramente su tez para ajustarlo al estilo del personaje.

Cuando Agustín se prepara para dirigirse al set, te agradece con sinceridad: "Gracias... eh... eres la mejor". Antes de irse, como un gesto inesperado, te planta un besito en el cachete, dejándote sorprendida y sonrojada. Agustín se va saltando como un niño lleno de alegría. Quedas allí, con una sonrisa en el rostro, apreciando el gesto espontáneo y agradecida de haber logrado un toque especial en el maquillaje y en el ánimo de Agustín.

*thanks por la idea, lo terminé temprano por la emoción lol!

[luceracastro]

Teacher’s Pet

Part 5

Esteban Kukurickza x reader

Summary: After a few months of starting your literature course you seem to find it harder with time to ignore your professor, little did you know you were driving him crazy as well.

Warnings: nothing much just not an appropriate teacher/student relationship but nothing dirty (yet😏)

Masterlist

Of course only you’d be in this damn predicament, you had rushed in the morning running all over the place and left but you forgot something that was pretty damn important

Your building and house keys, now you were sitting on the steps of the building waiting to see if for some reason one of your neighbors would have the idea to go in or out but to no avail

It was pretty late and most of your neighbors were adults who had a pretty tight schedule and would most likely be in bed by this time, but some headlights caught your attention, you knew that car

“Que haces?” Esteban was now standing in front of you after stopping his car and walking over to you, it was embarrassing, “olvide mis llaves” you said, embarrassment written all over your face and he sighed a soft small smile appearing on his face “aye nena, ven vamos” he was about to walk to his car but stopped in his tracks when he noticed you weren’t following

“A donde?” You asked a bit unsure “a mi casa nena para que puedes dormir” he said as if it wasn’t already obvious and you shook your head “no no la verdad no te quiero molestar” you said and he tilted his head “bueno si te hace sentir más cómoda te agarró un cuarto en un hotel o algo” he said and you once more shook your head “no la verdad ya no te quiero molestar o hacer que gastas dinero en mi” you said and he gave you a look of slight disapproval “cuantas veces te tengo que decir que para mi no eres molestia ni un gasto de dinero” he said crouching in front of you to be face to face

You looked at his face and you felt slightly unsure but seeing how it looked like he genuinely wanted to help you, how he looked worried you couldn’t just leave him like that and so you nodded “bueno esta bien, pero seguro que no te molesto?” You asked and he shook his head a satisfied smile on his lips “vamos amor” he stood up his hand held out for you which you took, he took your bag from you his hand placed on the small of your back as he led you to the car

He opened the door for you as always and made sure you were secure inside the car before closing the door, you had relaxed your body went from uncomfortable and cold to the complete opposite, he turned on the heater and closed the windows, and he placed his hand on your knee sliding up to your thigh his hand going back and forth in a warming and comforting manner but you couldn’t help but feel warm with the contact.

The drive to his place was so calming that you almost fell asleep, “llegamos amor” his voice snapped you back to reality and you watched as he walked around the car to open your door for you, you looked up at the taller and bigger building where he lived, “vente amor, esta demasiado frío para ti” he said waiting at the entrance door with the door wide open, you had entered and followed him into the elevator, you two alone in there was a normal feeling considering how close you both had gotten these past few weeks, however you considered it bold when you rested your head on his shoulder and you got a good reaction to it, he pressed a kiss to the top of your head his lips stayed on you until the ding and elevator doors opened

He extended his hand for yours before he continued to walk and you put your hand in his, he once again led the way to his apartment door, he let go of your hand for a moment to unlock the door and he waited for you to enter first, his home was very cozy and homey looking the smell that hit was more of a cinnamon like smell and the air freshener you spotted and some candles he owned were what confirmed that, the sounds of a meow however caught your attention and you looked over where Esteban held a black fluffy cat who seemed at peace in his arms making you smile as a soft chuckle escaped your lips

“Es nena or nene?” You asked walking closer and he looked adoringly at the cat “nena, Ella se llama luna o lunita” he scratched the cat as she purred “puedo?” You asked not wanting to pet the cat without his permission and he nodded “claro” you fingers went to comfortably scratch behind her ears as she purred leaning into your touch

“Es una hermosa gatita” you smiled looking down at the cat as Esteban’s eyes admired you, you were so admirable and beautiful he couldn’t divert his eyes anywhere else, “debes de estar cansada, ven amor” he had led you to where you believed his room was and it was neat and nice looking his bed looked comfortable but you didn’t know what exactly the sleeping arrangements were

He looked through his closet pulling out a t-shirt and handing it to you, “para que puedes dormir cómoda, ahí esta el baño para que te puedes cambiar” he pointed to the door right in his room and you nodded a small thank you escaping your lips before you walked in, you sighed locking the door and sliding off your clothes and sliding on the oversized shirt which smelled exactly like him

You folded your own clothes and opened the door, he looked at you a smile he couldn’t hide appeared on your lips as you grinned “cómoda?” He asked and you nodded placing your clothes down on the dresser “te puedes dormir aquí y yo me acuesto en la sofá” you felt bad “no yo puedo dormir en la sofá no te preocupes” you protested but he gave you a look “no amor, esta muy frío y aquí esta más calientito y cómodo” you didn’t approve of the fact that you would take up his bed

You felt bad, “no” you said sternly but he thought it was cute “entonces qué hacemos nena?” He had a playful smirk on his lips and you thought for a moment “duérmete aquí y yo en la sofá” you said but he wasn’t having it either so you came up with another solution“y si los dos dormimos en la cama? Ponemos algo para separarnos? Eso es si quieres” you said and your cheeks turned a dusty pink “Sabes, ese idea me gusta más que las otras” you smiled rolling your eyes

“Bueno ven porque tengo sueño” you said and he followed to adjust some pillows in the bed and the blankets so you both could lay comfortably, you both laid down and he was going to put a pillow boarder “si no quieres no tenemos que poner la almohada” you said and he had never thrown something to the end of the bed quicker, you adjusted yourself to turn your back to him and closed your eyes and you were out

Throughout the night you slight tossed and turned but it didn’t bother Esteban, he could sleep through anything really. The next day you woke up to a warm little figure beside you, you lazily smiled seeing Lunita beside you curled up in a comfortable position, but looking over your shoulder you feel a chest pressed against your back and your eyes widened

Esteban looked too comfortable still asleep and you didn’t want to move or wake him, you sighed quietly and you closed your eyes again not really wanting to wake him up, “ya se que estás despierta” he mumbled with a rasp voice and you froze “buenos dias” you slightly turned back to see his eyes lazily opened “como dormiste?” He asked and you smiled “bien cómoda, creo que voy a empezar a dormir más aquí” you said and he chuckled “eso me gustaría” you felt your cheeks grow warm “veo qué lunita se hizo cómoda también” he said seeing the cat curls up at your side making you chuckle

“Quieres comer algo?” He asked and you sat up tilting your head “si, un poco” he stretched making you smile before he stood up “bueno vamos nena” you sighed getting up from the bed and following him, you had seen him move to set up his coffee maker and then he opened the fridge while you had enough confidence to sit on his kitchen counter and in a few seconds it began to smell like fresh coffee “sabes que, te voy hacer el avena especial de Esteban” he said with a playful smile and you giggled rolling your eyes “bueno aver como sabe” you sighed

He gave you a mug with coffee and you smiled thanking him blowing on the hot liquid before taking a sip, he cooked the oatmeal adding a splash of milk and some cinnamon, you watched him work on it while sipping on your coffee and Lunita jumped up on the counter curling into your crossed legs purring as you petted her fur “hermosas las dos” he said making you grow warm and pink with a smile on your lips

“Listo” he set the oatmeal with various fruits next to you and you picked up the bowl smiling as you took a spoonful into your mouth and he awaited your reaction or thoughts on the oatmeal he made “esto es el mejor avena que había probado en la vida” you said with a smile on your lips as you took another bite and he smiled proudly “y eso ya lo sabia” he said and you rolled your eyes chuckling at his words

After breakfast you realized maybe it was time to go home, you needed to do some things and hopefully find some people still leaving the building so you could finally enter to your apartment building so Esteban offered to take you home and you took it “lista?” He asked, you stayed in the comfort of the clothing he gave you to sleep in and you had your neatly folded clothes in your arms and your bag over your shoulder “si, lista” you confirmed and you bent over giving Lunita a couple head and behind the ear scratches before leaving the apartment following after Esteban, he walked you both out of the apartment building and like always he opened the car door for you and closing it for you

The drive was calm and the cars passing you and people walking amongst the streets were the sounds filling your ears, finally pulling up to the front of your apartment building he walked around the car opening your door, you stood in front of him and his arms wrapped around you comfortingly as he rested his chin at the top of your head, you realized any of your other professors or classmates may see you both but you didn’t really care at the moment or ever really

“Te veo, cuídate” he said and you looked up at him nodding “si, si gracias” you smiled and he nodded a small kiss at the top of your head “bueno amor dale entra” he leaned against his car waiting for you to enter and perfect timing a man was exiting the building leaving you time to enter, he sighed a small smile on his lips as he watched you go before walking back to the drivers seat of his car, you entered your apartment and put your stuff down seeing your keys on the counter making you chuckle dryly “hijo de puta” you shook your head grabbing a hold of the keys, maybe there was a reason you left them.

A/n: ahhh so sorry this took so long to put out its just yk my life got in the way haha, but anyways my loves I hope you enjoy the and the fic because I do this all for you guys<333 also comments, likes, and reblogs are super appreciated but not required my loves just as long as you guys enjoy the read is more than enough for me!!!! Lmk if you’d like to be tagged, love you all!!!!!!!💕💕💕

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[mochademic]

100 Days of Productivity [Day: 89] || 100 Jours de Productivité [Jour: 89]

expect the unexpected; sometimes, it's going to be just what you needed.

this weekend I said welcome home to this little ragamuffin; a surprise [& early anniversary gift] from my partner. he's been keeping me on my toes, but life's been a little less lonely these days. my 3 month review at this new company went over well, & also came with a crazy promotion. hard work really does pay off, & it's nice to be working somewhere where my work does not go unnoticed.

the reason why I say this promotion is crazy, is because it's completely unrelated to my degree. I had been given various projects over the last few months – predominantly to do with bookkeeping & finances – that have resulted in me being selected to be the new company accountant. this work is not unfamiliar with me since it's something I do for my own small business, but to be doing this on a corporate level is humbling. it reminds me of a conversation I once had with my department head right before graduation. they were the person who I went to with many of my tearful vents and frustrations, & during this particular conversation they told me "do what you need to, but do more of what you're good at. that's how you bring the right things to your table." I held on to that for years. right now, I wish I could tell them thank you.

academic work:

-catch up on all unit reviews -re-write notes/organize

freelance work:

-catch up on all projects -continue signing up for markets -edit digital work -prepare shop listings

office work:

-answer all emails -complete payroll for tomorrow -review funding changes from last meeting -look at problems after system update

currently listening // Attention by Wyatt

Attendez-vous à l'inattendu ; parfois, c'est exactement ce dont vous aviez besoin.

ce week-end, j'ai souhaité la bienvenue à ce petit ragoût, une surprise [et un cadeau d'anniversaire anticipé] de mon partenaire. il me tient en haleine, mais la vie est un peu moins solitaire ces jours-ci. mon évaluation de trois mois dans cette nouvelle entreprise s'est bien passée et s'est accompagnée d'une promotion folle. le travail acharné paie vraiment, et c'est agréable de travailler dans un endroit où mon travail ne passe pas inaperçu.

La raison pour laquelle je dis que cette promotion est folle, c'est qu'elle n'a aucun rapport avec mon diplôme. Au cours des derniers mois, on m'a confié divers projets - principalement liés à la comptabilité et aux finances - qui m'ont valu d'être choisie pour être la nouvelle comptable de l'entreprise. Ce travail ne m'est pas inconnu, puisque je le fais pour ma propre petite entreprise, mais le faire au niveau de l'entreprise me rend humble. Cela me rappelle une conversation que j'ai eue un jour avec mon chef de service juste avant d'obtenir mon diplôme. c'est à lui que je m'adressais pour lui faire part de mes larmes et de mes frustrations, et au cours de cette conversation, il m'a dit : « Fais ce que tu dois faire, mais fais davantage ce pour quoi tu es douée. c'est ainsi que tu apporteras les bonnes choses à ta table ». J'ai gardé cela pendant des années. En ce moment, j'aimerais pouvoir leur dire merci.

travail académique :

-rattraper tous les examens de l'unité -réécrire les notes/organiser

travail en free-lance :

-rattraper tous les projets -continuer à s'inscrire sur les marchés -éditer le travail numérique -préparer les listes de boutiques

travail de bureau :

-répondre à tous les courriels -compléter la liste des salaires pour demain -Examiner les modifications apportées au financement depuis la dernière réunion -Examiner les problèmes après la mise à jour du système

chanson // Attention par WYATT

[inemi]

Alors j'ai marché dans cette rue

Et la route m'a mené

La chanson que tu as chantée hier soir

Joué en moi maintenant

Encore quelques pas et j'y étais

Avec la clé de cette porte

chœur

Ce chemin ne sera pas facile

Ce chemin sera rocheux et difficile

Vous ne serez pas d'accord avec beaucoup de gens

Mais cette vie offre bien plus

versets

C'était juste un petit moment

Je n'étais pas là pendant un moment

Puis j'ai fait un petit pas

Et puis ça m'est venu à l'esprit

chœur

Ce chemin ne sera pas facile

Ce chemin sera rocheux et difficile

Vous ne serez pas d'accord avec beaucoup de gens

Mais cette vie offre bien plus

pont

Certains te donnent des coups, certains t'aiment

Certains se donnent pour toi

Certains vous bénissent, ne mettez pas les voiles

Quand le vent souffle sur la mer

pont

Certains te donnent des coups, certains t'aiment

Certains se donnent pour toi

Certains vous bénissent, ne mettez pas les voiles

Quand le vent souffle sur la mer, oh-oh-oh

Ce chemin ne sera pas facile

Ce chemin sera rocheux et difficile

Vous ne serez pas d'accord avec beaucoup de gens

Mais cette vie offre bien plus

Ce chemin ne sera pas facile

Ce chemin sera rocheux et difficile

Vous ne serez pas d'accord avec beaucoup de gens

Mais cette vie offre bien plus

Ce chemin ne sera pas facile

Ce chemin sera rocheux et difficile

Vous ne serez pas d'accord avec beaucoup de gens

Mais cette vie offre bien plus

sortie

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Ce chemin est rocheux et difficile

Vous ne serez pas d'accord avec beaucoup de gens

Mais cette vie offre bien plus

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