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Workplace witticisms, job jokes and career quips; who says work can't be a laughing matter?
Renaissance Festival War Stories Sept 11/12, 2021
Saturday: Unofficial PRIDE Day. I made a facebook event for it months ago and the whole thing started after MNRF had done a PRIDE day in the past, but none made this year. So many flags, shops, and people taking part in support of one another in the spirit of love and PRIDE. It warms me inside and out.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her4 years ago in Journal
well, it's a long story
I love my job because… well, it's sort of a long story. I do have a pretty interesting job, I'm a graphic designer, a "self-taught" one too, never went to University or any of that, but maybe I should have, maybe I could have ended up working for a innovative startup, or maybe I could be working at a BIG Tech firm, but that's not how my life went, and maybe that's a good thing. I started as a Photographer, a long long time ago… it feels like it's been a long time, but it's only been around 8 years or so. It was just a fun thing to do back then, my friends needed some photos, so I thought "ehh why not?", I had a Canon DSRL, a standard lens, and I'd take a picture of them here and there, usually we'd go somewhere around the downtown area. We lived near Chicago, so downtown was our meetup destination, but we wouldn't go to just take pictures, usually "taking pictures", meant "hitting on girls", I mean what else would we do at that age? But the "hitting on girls" part didn't usually work out because we'd usually make the excuse of "ohh let's just go take some picture there" and we'd end up spending a few hours doing that, maybe going over to Starbucks for a tea, and maybe, maybe, if one of us felt brave enough, we'd talk to a girl. But we're getting off track now.
By Kamil Jan Bazan4 years ago in Journal
I Continue to Absolutely Crush it When it Comes to Not Making any Money Writing
If not making any money writing were an Olympic sport I would be a gold medal winner. In fact, I would be a legendary five time gold medal winning Olympic hall of famer. In a little over five years of writing for a couple of different web publications and publishing over 3000 pieces of content (two of those years I was serving suspensions, as I am still currently at my former home of Medium.com) I have succeeded in earning (net profit after subscription expenses) a grand total of right around 200 bucks or $40/yr.
By Everyday Junglist4 years ago in Journal
My Second Career And Our Mascot
Animals, our pet friends, are just as entertaining sometimes as your favorite comedian or that classic sitcom you just can't seem to stop watching. They make you laugh, they give you comfort, they offer companionship, and sometimes they provide the very thing you need, help to destress. They're a great source of comfort as you pet them, rubbing their fur, taking your mind off of the day behind you. They are emotional support animals, assistant animals, comfort animals, and then there are the ones that have been rescued and are the office mascots. In the era of work-from-home opportunities, and as many work from home due to Covid-19, this is an everyday thing for many.
By Jason Ray Morton 4 years ago in Journal
How I Lose Wealth In 4 Steps
I’m not hungry for money. but I am actually hungry. Compared to several years ago, when I had more money, I still have the same life, but less food. I wake up, drink my instant coffee, roll a fat splif and then start smoking until about 3 or 4 in the afternoon. Then, I put on my shorts and t-shirt and start drinking.
By Everyday Junglist4 years ago in Journal
Siri and the Pear Tree
Back when I was living with my family, going to a miserable job, and self loathing everyday, a pretty little kitten found her way to our door and refused to leave. We had three different entrances to our home and she went to every door meowing until she got our attention. Well me being a big softie for babies, kittens, puppies, and anything adorable couldn't resist the little pleading meows and finally took the little kitten in. I immediately named her Osiris. I don't know why the name Osiris fit her so well or came to me, but I honestly believe it was one of the beginnings of my spiritual journey and enlightenment (that's a whole other topic for another day). While her name was Osiris, my sister and I called her Siri. She was very playful, super goofy, and loved cuddling. She was beautiful daughter kitty and we were very close. Siri had her own room, a very big room too. She loved playing under the door and enjoyed that she had her own privacy. She loved taking naps in high spaces, so we made sure she kept a bed anywhere with a shelf in her room. Siri managed to get into a lot of trouble but she would give us a good laugh at the same time. She seemed very comfortable around us and we enjoyed having her. Now, one thing my family could do very well was move, and since I can remember my family has always had a new house, or place every 3 months to 2 years, depending. So while I was very used to moving, Siri was not, but I couldn't leave her in our old neighborhood. We relocated to a new more spacious home with a big back yard and a peaceful neighborhood. Siri didn't take long to get used to the new house or neighborhood, and being the sassy cat she was she immediately went out for exploration. Siri quickly made friends with the other neighborhood cats and loved staying out late at night. Unlike the other neighborhood cats, Siri was very unique. She could be anywhere but when I called her name she knew that meant she needed to come home. She would hop the fence and run inside up to her perch and meow to me about her day. Yes, Siri was very adventurous and she loved being out in her natural habitat, but also loved being home. One day I'd had a very long 12 hours at work and I wanted to go home and see best friend. I pull into the driveway, I call her name and she doesn't show up. I called her few more times, my sister called her still no Siri. I was beginning to panic and worry. I was too afraid to drive around looking for her because I didn't want to see her run over in the middle of the street. Just as my sister and I were about to go inside we heard a very soft "meow." Of course we're looking around wondering where its coming from but seeing nothing, but the meows were so close. Instinctively I look up and there is Miss Siri on the roof of the house nipping at the branches of the tree in front of the house. I'm calling for her to get down and she turns and leaves. She returns with a squirrel in her mouth and drops in front of us as a present. I kindly thank her an give her pets and hugs just relieved she was okay. Siri got pregnant soon after and had six big beautiful kittens we couldn't keep as we were in transition to another home once again. Siri soon got pregnant again with another set of kittens and I'm under the impression that someone found her on one of her explorations because she didn't come home after that. After Siri left we noticed that the tree in front of the house that Siri used to nip at had fruit that had fallen. Since I'd never actually paid attention to the tree accept for when Siri nipped at it, it surprised me when I saw a bunch of pears at the base of the tree. Thinking back to the squirrels we used to find around the house as gifts, it made a lot of since now why she stayed close to the tree in the front yard. Looking around at the pears I noticed some had chunks bitten out of them and some where still intact. For the ones that were still good, I took them inside washed and ate them. I think of Siri often because she was my little baby kitten and I knew she didn't coincidently show up at my front door. Siri and I needed each other in that period of life and she was my best friend. I miss her dearly and hope that the family that she's with now makes her very happy. Before we left that house, I went to tree and carved in "Siri's Pear Tree." I hope they find it and hope it keeps the squirrels away.
By Tanedra Turner4 years ago in Journal
How I Find the Will to Believe in My Creative Self Even Though I am Trapped in this Hell-scape We Call Reality.
I just went to Kathryn Milewski's Vocal page and.....damn. Kathryn Milewski is incredibly talented. She's won many challenges, and for good reason: her prose is honest, relatable, and vocal enough - if you will - to earn its place on this platform. I subscribed right away.
By Emily Aslin4 years ago in Journal
Renaissance Festival War Stories Aug 21/22, 2021
Aug 21/22, 2021 It's been 692 days since closing cannon in 2019. I am so excited. It's Christmas morning. I have collected 125 four-leafed clovers this spring and summer. I have around 70-80 or so left to give away as fest favors. It was my husband's idea to do so. I wasn't sure how to determine how or who would receive them.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her4 years ago in Journal
The air is good today
I love it when the wind is cool, and when the sun shines, but not too harshly. I walk into the kitchen and smell the air and it has a certain scent which I cannot describe, but just know that it gives me goosebumps, it fills me with a softness, as gentle as a woman's touch. If comforts me and loves me, it doesn’t make love to me, but it just loves me.
By Kamil Jan Bazan4 years ago in Journal
