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escaped-and-anxious:

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kimbureh:

you know I once googled how very organized housewives kept their homes super clean. And one thing they suggested was, if a task can be done in less than 2 minutes, do it right away.

And I have to think about this very often when depression tells me to delay doing things, if it tells me something is too much work right now etc.

If I can do it in less than 2 minutes I can do it no matter how exhausting it seems.

That’s what I tell myself. And it works!

I get more done and after 2 minutes I usually realize the pain doing this thing is not so horrible as my brain suggested. And then I keep going and expand the task and get real work done, holy shit

That’s…. actually brilliant. Two minutes is so short, it’s relatively an easy amount of time to FORCE yourself to work on something, even when you’re just completely deflated.

What works really really well for me is to compound annoying tasks that don’t require much thought with something actually pleasant. It took a long time to find the actual pleasant thing, but with audiobooks I can actually end up looking for chores to do because I want to continue listening to the book, and it doesn’t combine well with anything except the most mindless work.

That’s how I cleaned my bathroom top to bottom two weeks ago, after barely being able to pick up empty loo rolls from the floor for…well, months.

And if the task was as taxing as you thought it’s over and you can lie down now knowing it’s done. There’s no shame in doing the two minute task and leaving it there.

I do this and the timer is ‘the time it takes for the kettle to boil’. I try not to walk away when making tea, I stay in the kitchen and while waiting I tidy/put stuff in the dishwasher etc. It kind of works because I’m there anyway

cricketcat9:

madqueensarah:

If you’re an adult, do the stuff you couldn’t as a kid.

Like, me and my sister went to a museum, and they had an extra exhibit of butterflies. But it cost £3. So we sighed, walked past, then stopped. We each had £3. We could see the butterflies. And we did it was great. We followed it up with an ice-cream as well because Mum and Dad weren’t there to say no.

I was driving back from a work trip with 2 other people in their early 20s, and we drove past a MacDonalds. One of the others went “Aww man, I’d love a McFlurry.” And the guy driving pulled in to the drive through. It was wild. But it was great.

I went to a park over the weekend and I was thinking “Man, I’d love to hire one of those bikes and cycle round the park.” It took me a few minutes to go “Wait, I can hire one of those bikes!”

I guess what I’m saying is, those impulsive things you wanted to do as a kid – see the dinosaur exhibit, play in the fountains with the other kids, lie in the shade for 2 hours – you can do when you’re an adult. You have to deal with a whole lot of other bull, but at least you can indulge your inner 8 year-old.

This! All the whining about adulting! While you can do what you want, nobody is there to say no! 

That’s how I got my first tattoo. 

i told my current employer that i wrote speculative fiction in my spare time to hone my abilities as a writer and learn how to engage with online communities and that i had amassed a following because of said writing and engagement (code for ‘procrastinates by writing stevetony fanfic, posts it to tumblr, and answers asks about it later’) and now i’m in line to be the head of communications. its All About Phrasing, you got this and i believe in you.

lordhellebore:

nookienostradamus:

littlesystems:

counterpunches:

firelightmystic:

itsallavengers:

That is fucking amazing and I’ve screenshotted so I can save that for myself wow I love that hgfdhfdfd

Game. On.

#here’s an adulthood pro-tip: we’re all just bullshitting to some degree

This is timely, because I literally just was working on a friend’s resume who does commissions on tumblr, and I wrote it like this:

Freelance Artist
• Created custom artwork for a variety of domestic and international clients.
• Communicated effectively with customers in order to facilitate and execute their visions according to their individual needs.
• Invoiced and processed payments via PayPal processing service.
• Met deadlines, sustained a high level of customer satisfaction, and cultivated a database of clients.
• Used social media to find and connect with customers.

Never underestimate the work that you’re doing!

Oh, yes, my friends. The earlier you learn to sell yourself with unmitigated bullshit, the better off you’ll be.

And the thing is: it’s. not. bullshit. That is what we are doing as fan authors and fan artists – only phrased in business language. But all of it is true.

chocolatebatons:

thesnadger:

Since once in a blue moon I actually discover a decent rule for adulting, and since I know I have followers a few years younger than me who are just entering the workforce, I want to tell you about a very important phrase. 

“I won’t be available.”

Imagine you’re at work and your boss asks you to come in on Saturday. Saturday is usually your day off–coming in Saturdays is not an obligation to keep your job. Maybe you were going to watch a movie with a friend, or maybe you were just going to lie in bed and eat ice cream for eight hours, but either way you really, really don’t want to give up your day off.

If you consider yourself a millennial you’ve probably been raised to believe you need to justify not being constantly at work. And if you’re a gen-Z kid you’re likely getting the same toxic messages that we did. So in a situation like that, you might be inclined to do one of three things:

  1. Tell your boss you’d rather not give up your day off. Cave when they pressure you to come in anyway, since you’re not doing anything important.
  2. Tell your boss you’d rather not give up your day off. Over-apologize and worry that you looked bad/unprofessional.
  3. Lie and say you’ve got a doctor’s appointment or some other activity that feels like an adequate justification for not working.

The fact is, it doesn’t matter to your boss whether you’re having open heart surgery or watching anime in your underwear on Saturday. The only thing that affects them is the fact that you won’t be at work. So telling them why you won’t be at work only gives them reason to try and pressure you to come in anyway.

If you say “I won’t be available,” giving no further information, you’d be surprised how often that’s enough. Be polite and sympathetic in your tone, maybe even say “sorry, but I won’t be available.” But don’t make an excuse. If your boss is a professional individual, they’ll accept that as a ‘no’ and try to find someone else. 

But bosses aren’t always professional. Sometimes they’re whiny little tyrants. So, what if they pressure you further? The answer is–politely and sympathetically give them no further information.

“Are you sure you’re not available?” “Sorry, but yes.”

“Why won’t you be available?” “I have a prior commitment.” (Which you do, even if it’s only to yourself.)

“What’s your prior commitment?” “Sorry, but that’s kind of personal.”

“Can you reschedule it?” “I’m afraid not. Maybe someone else can come in?”

If you don’t give them anything to work with, they can’t pressure you into going beyond your obligations as an employee. And when they realize that, they’ll also realize they have to find someone else to come in and move on.

THIS^

I can rubber stamp this as something I have learned as an Adult, too. 

twistedingenue:

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twistedingenue:

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twistedingenue:

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punkfather:

Just a PSA for those who may also be worried about losing anything.

okay, but can we also appreciate that this came from Florida’s own ambulance chaser? who also campaigned heavily for legalizing medical marijuana? Morgan & Morgan: actually kinda for the people.

also, extremely good advice. make sure to include furniture and appliances.

It’s sound advice, but goes against my experience actually working for an insurance company in contents.

You know what would drag your contents payout down? The lack of specificity.

Take a mixer. Standard kitchen fair. You have a insurance thing and you write in your contents inventory: Mixer.

It got to me, who would look at that and assign it to be replaced or valued as a hand mixer, maybe $20.

But it wasn’t a hand mixer, it was a stand mixer. That’s $50.

But it was actually a Kitchenaid Stand Mixer, So I’d put it in at $200, which is on the lower side for one.

But then you come back with a photo or receipt showing it’s a Kitchenaid Pro600 6 Quart lift stand mixer – and that’s $600 right there.

So based on the level of detail, one single item in your home went from $20 to $600.

so, if you can’t make a detailed list between now and the storm arriving, would it be good to take close-ups of labels and serial numbers if you can find them?

This is always a good idea, particularly of the more expensive stuff.

Another good idea is to take a video inventory. Upload it to the cloud. Proof of ownership will go a long way.

awesome. so:

•pics–whole room, whole items, most detailed label you can find

•vids–same as above, with your face and commentary

•upload to the cloud/file share site (Dropbox, etc)

that sound right?

In a pinch, yeah, that works great. At the very least, watching it can help trigger your memory about details.

Also, it may not be too late, I don’t think moratoriums have started yet for Florida. Make sure your policy language says “Replacement Coverage” and not Actual Cash Value for contents.

ACV is replacement cost minus depreciation. Replacement cost is just that, the amount it would cost to replace the item with something of like, kind, and quality.

Basically its “I had a kitchen aid Classic Stand Mixer in white”

Replacement Cost: Great, here’s $200 to replace it with another one.

ACV: Great! Here’s $100 because it’s 10 years old.

duality

Sometimes being an adult is about facing the difficult things, doing what’s right, and working hard.

Other times it’s sitting on the kitchen floor drinking a mint choc chip thickshake because it’s been a hard week, and you deserve it, dammit.