humanity
The real lives of businessmen, professionals, the everyday man, stay at home parent, healthy lifestyle influencers, and general feel good human stories.
Dreams are to be carried not forgotten
In my feelings Three years ago I moved to New Jersey for a job opportunity in customer service. I simply agreed, rather deperately for a job to accept my credentials fresh out of college. The little time I spent before the initial blessing to leave Maryland..was questionable. With little experience throughout anything other than retail, I worked as a telemarketer for a non-profit organization the summer I graduated for literally two weeks. In the beginning I was extremely excited to gain sales experience as an entry level "ambassador." I stood long hours within local malls to pull aside strangers with a rickety tablet as to persuade long term memberships to feed the needy. (The company itself seemed illegitimate, even then I was leery on the details.)I came with nothing and left barely with enough bus fare as the job strictly paid commission. Long story short, I earned a boil at the bottom of my foot and less esteem than initial hire. I gloated in self pity for awhile as I quietly searched entry level jobs on Careerbuilder. I long awaited nothing for three months until a random call one morning took place from a New Jersey number. (Mind you I awoke from a drunken stupor.) There was an offer for full time work as a customer service agent in downtown Atlantic City New Jersey for an insurance company one hour from New York City. Gladly I took advantage of the position and prayed heavily to navigate other concerns such as placement, food and gas. I thought this was a start to stability and career longevity, however, as time slowly passed I realized a couple unsettling truths. For one, I hate public speaking, I should have known customer service is practically social. (Retail is no where near as communicative as customer service; espiecially as store casheir.) But when you're broke, anxious and sickened by being overlooked in job submissions you take your chances. So I have heard no one really enjoys their job. Everyone sacrifices their needs or wants eventually if not constantly.. Secondly, certain coworkers grew to dislike my work ethic. I tend to skip lunch and power through an entire day until thirty minutes before closing. ( Again, I'm not a social person and I rather just do my job and leave all else alone. Call it what you want, but I figure worklife is made simple if you never create friendships to begin with; although I try to be personable. Rent is always priority so I need not ever mess it up.) Lastly, I found myself unhappy outside of work. Rather complacent, I made zero strides in additional networking for studio time. I aspire to be a ghost writer, yet, found it impossible to find a local studio throughout the area. At least in D.C I knew of two up and coming agencies for R&B artists or rappers. In the heart of possibly all east coast attractions for casino tourism, I may have thought too optimisically. Overall quest as a creative became unrealistic, yet, I tackle rent, and other expenses with great ease so as long as I never miss work. My inner desires to write slowly fades into worriation and a predictable check..(until I meet a young fellow as potential roommate. He's attractive but I learn later he has as many girlfriends as he owns boxers..his sexual appetite is plentiful. A man with that much action needs a hell of alot under garment.) Anyhow, I struggled to meet in the middle. And lost my job..because I wasn't talkative. In customer service, managers can overhear all phone conversations. Not that I came in late, or was a difficult employee. In quote, "I lack friendliness" yet, accomplish other features for a client. That same afternoon I was fired I walked into a beauty supply store in need of help and was hired on the spot full time..it's uncanny but true. I rather risk job title than lose rent money. My life's journey so far is one unpleasant experience after the next. Thus the one thing that never escapes me is the need to write..I'm plaqued with an obligation that only I know is important to make due. Results vary.
By MarieMarie Urban 6 years ago in Journal
Making A Difference
When a business operates with understanding that the importance of its community is by giving back, their success is inevitable. Making a difference in the lives of others by lifting them up is a quality seldom seen in businesses. However, I’m a witness that there is a business in Las Vegas, Nevada that goes to great lengths in giving back to its communities.
By Patricia Stone6 years ago in Journal
A Chorus Line Wanna Br
A Chorus Line Wannabe Part Two I almost always arrive early, and yesterday was no exception. I sat in my car trying without avail to memorize the monologue that I had chosen for my audition. I had spent the better part of the week trying to memorize this two minute piece, but still messed up the lines half way through. Perhaps if I got lucky, they’ll just let me read the damn thing.
By Katharine Love6 years ago in Journal
Confessions of a Health Care Assistant
Beginning My Journey Of Self Discovery A lot of people know what they want to do with there life when high school comes to an end. They have goals and dreams and a vision of where they want to be in 5 years. Then there's me. I did have dreams and aspirations and a vision but reality is, life doesn't always go as planned, and you don't always end up going down the road you once thought you would be traveling.
By Stefanie Lisa6 years ago in Journal
Eight Percent
I would like to say it’s hard to believe I’m a part of a group of people with a distinction that’s nothing to be proud of. It’s a label that will always be a part of who I am, and one that I’ve learned to accept and maybe even embrace. That label? I’m a part of the eight percent in this country that is a convicted felon. The truth is, from a young child I was headed in this direction. Before sharing how I became a part of that eight percent, let me share my back story.
By Bea Brodderick6 years ago in Journal
Selling Out and Other Lies #1
I sold out. After almost 4 years of freelancing film work full time, I got a "real job". Not at a production company, not for some small studio, and not on a movie or television set. I got a job in an office where I have to wear at least a polo, I clock out for lunch, and I can't watch a documentary in a sidebar while I do motion graphics. I gotta admit, that first time I loaded up Ancient Aliens Debunked to work to, I felt like I had cheated the system.
By Derrek Vine6 years ago in Journal
Is it ethical to suggest to a subject they enjoyed the hypnosis session?
This is a question for more of an advance group of practitioners in my opinion. Recently I received this question and my first thought was to dismiss this question. Is it unethical to give positive commands that the subject enjoyed themselves in a session seems moot, does it not? As I thought about it the person was likely responding to something deeper. The person writing to me argued that these commands rob the subject of the agency to decide for themselves whether or not they liked being hypnotized. How might you answer this question?
By Joseph Crown6 years ago in Journal
What Makes This Guy Worth 15%??
So, my thing about tipping goes back a long way. Some of the first tips I ever got were when I was a newspaper boy and after a long, hard year of giving up precious after-school video game and comic book time, Christmas came and it was time to tip the paperboy. I got a pile of money, mostly in $5 bills and it all seemed to make the sacrifices worth it. I took the money the newspaper company saved for me and blew most of it at a local roller rink on pop, chips and video games for me and for a guy who wasn't a friend for very much longer (when the money ran out). I gave the paper route to my brother who had even less interest in walking for miles each day for the hope of a couple of bucks per house every two weeks, and I let the newspaper people deal with it. The next time I got tips was when I worked as a pizza delivery person. It was killer. My boss paid me the princely sum of $5.50 an hour and each time I took out a pizza, I got a great tip. No tip, no gas money. No tip, no lunch out the next day. In a way the job was a circle of slavery to me. I worked so hard to save and save then learned all I could about cars and went out and bought an old junker. I loved every minute of driving it but everything from gas to insurance was so expensive. So I got a job delivering pizza but the problem was I drove so much that I got sick of driving, it wore me out. And the extra money always seemed to find some place to go.
By Leif Gregersen6 years ago in Journal
Social Security Benefits: Brief Introduction and Benefits
Over 50 million people rely on social security benefits for their income during their retirement. Not all people plan to fund their retirements completely with social security income. In fact, retirees have various income streams like monthly payments from a pension, Individual Retirement Account (IRA), 401 (k), and even social security. Many people believe that social security is a helpful source in the later years, will others have different thoughts. So, let’s understand in detail what does social security mean and how it is beneficial.
By Alessia Aniston6 years ago in Journal
