Workplace
Purpose and Meaning
My passion has always been in following creative arts. I have spent a good portion of my life chasing the next creative outlet. I have a tendency to get very excited about a craft in the moment and put everything I have into creating only to 12 quilt tops, 3 half completed scrapbooks or the parts for a dream catcher that sit in the drawer for a year. I never really understood the need to scour the internet putting all of these items on a Pinterest board or looking at items at the craft store and buying them because they had potential to be something in the end. It wasn’t until I started working on behavioural therapy that I really began to understand some things about myself.
By Abbey Stansfield5 years ago in Confessions
Black Friday Blues
I’ve worked in retail for 15 years of my adult life and have dealt with the créme de la créme of “Karen’s". My primary position was visual merchandising, aka we make things look pretty. My time in retail also included the “super bowl” day in retail, Black Friday. Big sales and big money spent!
By Rae Damon5 years ago in Confessions
Chronicles of a 20-something’s failed entry into the workforce
I entered the workshop, and the welding and grinding noise stopped - my friend had told me over phone. After training, she was posted to the largest industrial area in an obscure place in Gujarat and her workshop stories were shocking. Was I lucky? I was in Mumbai, standing in a cabin with no sight of a spare chair, wondering if I should have breakfast at all. I was more concerned about finding a chair than my helmet and goggles which had been stolen, because that day I wondered if the acting- manager’s words of always wearing a safety coat made sense; if going to the shop floor to fill my time made sense, if my father’s words of not pursuing mechanical engineering made sense, if anything at all made any sense! Just a week before, I was ready to change the world with the armor of good grades and deep study of not just the past 4 but the past 21 years of my (illustrious) student life.
By Anuja V5 years ago in Confessions
I Am Not a Cheerleader Anymore
Seven years. That is how long I worked hard for five days a week and two hours each day. So many tiring, sweat-dripping afternoons. So many tears shed when I was just too exhausted to keep going, when I was too frustrated because I just couldn’t nail that specific tumbling skill, or when we lost a competition after countless months of late-night practices. So much blood when I endlessly got kicked in the nose while catching my flyer so she doesn’t hit the floor.
By Kaylee Meyer5 years ago in Confessions
Gifted Kid to Car Salesman
People are motivated by many different things in life. As a child, I found my niche early. I was a nerd, if you will. Think Hermione Granger with her hand raised high, bouncing up and down in her seat, eager to answer the question correctly. I sat in the front row, did all of the homework, obeyed all the rules, and had paralyzing anxiety at the mere thought of failure. The school once asked my parents if they were comfortable with me skipping middle school entirely. Fifth grade to high school freshman, just like that. Being this obsessed with perfection, it naturally followed that I was socially awkward. Very socially awkward. So thankfully, my parents passed on this offer.
By Sarah Driggers5 years ago in Confessions
The Ensign
The Ensign awoke with a start, slapping around the tiny metal box that passed for a bed to stop the bleeping alarm clock that had mysteriously disappeared into the folds of his sleeping bag. Hadn’t he just had his hand on it? Or had he fallen asleep for longer than he’d thought? Crap! Was he going to be late again?
By Claude McKenna5 years ago in Confessions
What About The Million?
We see so many The One in a Million stories. They’re the stories of people who, despite the odds, pulled themselves out of financial strife and became famous. Musk, Lil Nas X, Rowling, Gates, Nicki Minaj, Bezos, every millionaire, billionaire, or moderately successful artist, makes the same claim. They say that they worked hard and got lucky, and You Could Too! The legitimacy of this claim varies, (obviously, I’m not going to suggest that Emerald Mine Musk and Wall Street Bezos were actually in financial strife) but is still parroted by them all.
By Blake Smith5 years ago in Confessions
Happy Hour Wasn't Very Happy
I love my younger sister. She’s my best friend, not to mention one of the most talented and intelligent people I’ve ever met. I’m not just saying this because we’re siblings, either. Other people tell us all the time how amazing B. is and, as a proud big sister, I can’t help but agree.
By Palmarosa5 years ago in Confessions
Struggling passion
When I first saw this challenge, honestly I got a little bit upset. Why? Why would anyone get upset about the beautiful feeling of PASSION? Because most of the things I used to be passionate about has dimmed over time. I doubt I'll win anything because of that statement, but this is about the deep struggles with the passions in my life, the best ones I've had to change, let go and accept.
By CosmicAli5 years ago in Confessions
