Workplace
No Fly Zone
Getting hired at the airport couldn’t have come at a more perfect time. It was mid spring semester of my Junior year of college and I was already going broke. In December I walked out on my tech job at the plasma center after getting yelled at for changing gloves between donors again. Gross right? It’s hard to believe the subject would even be discussed as an issue rather than common sense. Maybe it's because I’ve watch that blood born pathogens training video more times than I should have. Since I had a little money saved and knew my financial aid refund check would be on the way soon it was only right that I enjoy the holidays after a long fall semester.
By April Phillips5 years ago in Confessions
A Bloody Waitress
I was 19 and my heart had shattered into teeny snippets of painful debris. I had been surprisingly (for me) dumped for a childhood friend of his with whom he had begun playing amateur tennis. After spending days in bed recalling too many gloomy visuals and decimating an entire jungle with my tissue use, I convinced myself the answer to heartache was to segue into a tennis champion. Not having access to a tennis court, tennis gear or the ability to retrieve back-court memories from years earlier, I decided the next best option was to become an enviable success. I needed to earn extra cash before University started anyways but reasoned supplemental riches might provide vague proof he was missing out. With stalker focus I asked his good friends if I could temporarily rent at theirs, and after receiving an awkward yes I moved in and started searching for that lust inducing job.
By Merry Adams5 years ago in Confessions
Don't Be Alarmed!
My first official job was working as a bar attendant at the Entrance Leagues club. I was not very good, I couldn't serve drinks without spilling them, and I sucked at being a waitress. Because of this they rostered me in the one place where I would not have to pour or serve a drink... the cash box. They thought I was safe here from mishap and for the most part it was.
By Cassie Ford5 years ago in Confessions
Shoulder Ship
I only caught a glimpse of it that first time, in the cafe. When I’d handed him that latte, he had turned away to go to the front door, and there it was, on his right shoulder. A beautiful sailing ship, crashing through waves, indomitably exploring the ocean’s unknown reaches.
By William Altmann5 years ago in Confessions
The interview
I was 16 years old at the time, the typical age most teens start job searching. I went online to apply for jobs at the outlet mall and restaurants near my home. Within one week, I received a phone call from the manager at Starbucks. She told me she would like to meet me for a job interview, and I happily agreed to the date and time that was available.
By Ana D5 years ago in Confessions
I Was An Exotic Dancer For Exactly Four Nights. Top Story - April 2021.
“I’ll pay you $200 if you come to my car with me,” he said with hot breath, piercing my personal space bubble. “I really can’t, that’s against the rules” I rebuffed, implying that I ever would agree under different circumstances. “Come on now,” he persisted. I stood with my head cocked to the side to get a little further away from him. I watched as my friend Kadence flirted across the room with another man. “What do you think my name is?” she asked with her seemingly innocent, doe eyes. Finally getting away for some air, I whispered “Why did you tell him he was correct when he guessed ‘Christina’?” She leaned in slyly, “I’m not telling him the truth!” she giggled. “This is how you play the game. This is how you intrigue regulars to come back to see you dance.” I looked behind my shoulder to the stage. I was already way out of my depth.
By Natalie Braden5 years ago in Confessions
April Fools Day Phone Prank
In the spirit of April Fools Day, which landed perfectly on my Storytime posting day, I decided to share the story of the fun prank calls I did in some of my character voices.IT was a great practice as adlibbing characters is, and despite it all being for good fun, I would actually call this a practice session of sorts.
By Skyler Ricketts5 years ago in Confessions
I observed these real incidents of workplace bullying
Companies boast about their working environment, employee welfare, respect, and integrity. It is probably easier for the organization to set values and put them all over their intranet site and office walls. But when it comes to follow them or implement these values, culture; many organizations fail.
By kundan bhati5 years ago in Confessions
When You Change The Way You Look At Things...
The Instagram Version of My Former Life For ten years I had a gruelling, job for which I gained no sympathy from my friends. They saw only the sparkly, shiny surface of my life; jetting off constantly to Paris, Madrid, Rome, Barcelona or Athens on a weekly basis.
By Deborah Wilson5 years ago in Confessions
The Wrong Caesar
Day one, new job, two hours down. I’m riding that disorienting wave particular to new recruits: hyper speed meets slow motion as I mentally pin names to all the new faces, grapple with the archaic computer system, wonder when coffee happens, fantasise about gin.
By Megan Anderson5 years ago in Confessions
Hearing Voices
What is a normal day for me as a writer? My wife works an early shift, so our alarm goes off at 3:50am. Yikes! I drive my wife to work. She starts at 5:00am. Returning home, I go back to bed for half an hour to an hour. Then I usually start writing around 6:00am. I try to write 1500-2000 words per day, which translates to 3-4 pages, or a short, short story. In the past three years I have written somewhere over 150 short stories and four novels.
By Robert Taylor5 years ago in Confessions
