"The way in which autonomy, competence, and relatedness are understood in self-determination theory is quite unique in the performance context [6]. According to SDT, and in opposition to other needs theories, the three needs do not vary by the extent to which people possess them, but by the extent to which the environment facilitates their satisfaction or frustration [9]—"
Is self-determination good for your effectiveness? A study of factors which influence performance within self-determination theory by Michał Szulawski, Izabela Kaźmierczak and Monika Prusik, 08-09- 2021.
Chikamharida's POV.
I was forced to leave braid's girl because she obviously wouldn't let me be, and I mean that in all ways, metaphorically and literally. That sole reason was why I'd almost broken my foot kicking roots in anger.
Now, the sun was scalding hot, it burned hotter than I had bargained. However, they illuminated the way pretty effectively to prevent me from stubbing my toe again. To pass away time, I wrote random things on the bark of trees I passed until I arrived at the parking lot of the Jones estate where black, white and silver vans formed a battalion. Was this a van showroom or something?
"Hey," I waved at a burly security agent passing by. When he noticed me, he just nodded making it seem like I had made a fool out of myself by waving. Actually, what type of security guard waved? Probably I, the untrained and uncultured.
At that time of the day, the tarred roads were so bright mirages formed and the cobblestones had their pricky and rounded heads on display and totally highlighted.
I ignored it all and went straight to the employees quarters by the left wing of the Jones mansion. A gate led in, and you could see the essentials— our laundry room, kitchen and others just on entry. My room was by the farthest edge and that was my intended location. Of course, I stayed at the ground floor while the older employees stayed up, not my fault for coming late now, is it?
Cream walled hallway and wooden doors, I admired. Walls were neat, and so unlike what I was used to that it may always leave me wowed. If it was back home, my three youngest brothers would have doodled on it, or rather the triplet boys would have designed it with muddy ball prints.
Finally I arrived at my door. However as I was about stepping foot in, my feet paused, the tip of my boot digging into what appeared to be a biscuit wrapper. "But there's a dustbin out," I said as picked it up only to see it's torn edge and the crappy writing on it.
"Meet me at the bridge by ten."
It was definitely not a biscuit wrap. The paper was as beige as day.
Holding the pulp in my hand, I delved on to who'd know me enough to send me such a note. It definitely wasn't Henry because he knew my room, he was my superior. He could knock anytime and there was no problem. However, it wasn't also my bigger employers, I doubted they even knew my name with the laarge workforce at their disposal.
"Who could it be?" I asked no one in particular.
I guess it was up to me to find out; by ten it said.
"Having a good day?"
A soft voice asked me. I looked back to see my next door neighbour. She was probably off duty and was on a pajama. Definitely didn't look like a security guard, probably a cleaner or chef, not that I looked like one.
"Yeah," I said. "Did anyone drop by?"
"Are you having problems with the boss or the commander?"
"Not really."
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Crimson Mists
Ficção Geral«Even with all the dust, the flower still outshined the sun» ~~~~ Meet Harida Bick, the product of an unwanted relationship and also Adele Jones, a teenager in another country subjected to same design. When both girls began living together through...
