Embarrassment
The Little Girl On The Road
It was a Sunday afternoon, my parents decided that we were going to church together. Therefore, my brothers and I were bathed and clothed with some nice clothing. I took the little Holy Bible that my dad had given me the year before, and I held a beautiful purse, gifted by my elegant mom. My handbag matched my clothes and sandals. I assumed that I was pretty, without having any clue of what was going to happen that Sunday.
By Marie Cadette Pierre-Louis3 years ago in Confessions
On the Edge to Darkness
I feel like losing myself. I feel like falling into this drug that is you. You stay dormant in my head in front of the King of nightmares. You are holding keys to my heart that I fight to have. I opened my life to you only to find more wounds to be dug deeper. This drug feels so familiar. Like a drug that makes you an addict. I don’t know why or how to stop. I took a break and found a way to stop. I even moved on to a different type of drug just to erase you. Still, you emerge as if a lost soul looking for grievances.
By The Kind Quill3 years ago in Confessions
A Little Girl
I am anything but perfect, in fact I'm so far from it that I have made mistakes in my life and have regrets on things I have done and still have trouble keeping those memories and my emotions at bay, when they decide to intrude on my mind, it's hard not say sorry, soo many times to myself for even letting it get so far. For letting myself show more then what I intended and keep asking myself "Why did I do that?" "How could I have done that." I ask myself, because it was never like me to get so angry or so upset over the tiniest of things, but somehow I did. And it is why I am the way I am.
By AzteckPrincess263 years ago in Confessions
Two years and seven months with the boss
Two years and seven months with my boss. She was 36, I was 24. My company didn't know, my friends didn't know, and I didn't dare mention it to my family. I don't know how far we can go. I was afraid of how much criticism and confusion I would suffer if I went public. I don't want her to be sad because of this, and I'm afraid that we will be separated because of this. After all, she had done so much to preserve our relationship, and I couldn't afford to lose her. Let me start from the beginning, little by little. At the end of the last semester of the senior year, I practiced in a local company after the recommendation of the school teachers (the name of the company was not said, and what to do was not said, because there were too many people, and I was afraid of being recognized by others). On the first day of internship, it seems that in addition to lunch, there were always different people training for a dozen interns. Then at about 5 o 'clock in the afternoon, the personnel manager came in and said, this is the end of today's training. Now I will show you the company. Because the company building has a total of five or six floors, our new training is on the third floor, we have to go back to the first floor. Five or six of us followed the personnel sister and waited for one of the elevators. When the elevator door opened, she stood with a folder, especially elegant and intellectual. After seeing us come in, she also smiled gently at the personnel little sister. I heard the personnel little sister called her X always good, she smiled and nodded, took a step back, to make room for us. Then the personnel also wanted to introduce her to us. She waved her hand and said with a smile that there were no children in our department. The personnel looked at the brochure and said, yes, we need a few more days of training. Then to the first floor, at that time I also looked at her slowly away from the back, see for a long time. If you ask me why I can remember so clearly, because she is exactly the way I like girls, intellectual, gentle, elegant, give a person a very comfortable feeling. The following week was a tedious training session with various people talking about the company's history, DOS and don 'ts, etc. Finally, at the end of Friday afternoon, the HR sister told us that we would officially start next week. Now I'll take you to your divisions in groups. When it's my turn, I have a total of five people, two boys and three girls, together with the personnel little sister to the elevator. As the elevator went up, I suddenly had an intuition that she was my boss! At that moment, I felt a little absentminded by the elevator lights, as if my heart skipped half a beat. When the personnel little sister pushed the conference room, as expected to see several people are discussing things, and she sat in the middle of the conference room. Seeing the personnel little sister, she smiled and said, the training is over. We all worked hard. Next, she introduced herself. After asking a few questions, she identified my teacher, and then she said some words of encouragement to us. She told us to go back to have a good rest first and go to work officially next Monday. Then, it is the very hard stage of getting started. Maybe because I am a little stupid, I need to spend more time to learn and get familiar with it. Sometimes it hurts to see that it takes more time to do something that someone else could do so easily. But life is not like this, since stupid, it is a little more effort. All of a sudden, the internship will be over. Fortunately, I didn't imagine the situation of big companies taking sides, or maybe I was just a small soldier at that time, and didn't come into contact with this kind of situation. However, it is worth mentioning that only three of the five people stayed, and I may be because the master thought I was more hardworking and careful to let me stay. And with her, just see her in the elevator and the weekly meeting summary, not much else. I warmed up my relationship with her when I went on a business trip to Shenzhen to discuss cooperation with clients six months after I came to the company. And Shifu had been on leave for some time due to family business, so it fell on me. Me, her, and a girl. But before the departure, another girl was hospitalized because of a sudden illness, but she was fine. I went back to the company temporarily, grabbed a copy of the materials prepared by another girl, and rushed to the airport. This fateful business trip became a turning point in my relationship with her. On the plane, after a few conversations about work and some information about preparing documents, she began to read. I didn't dare bother her, so I took a book out of my backpack. She also asked me what the book was, and I awkwardly showed her the title of the death notice. She curled her lips in a smile. Later, perhaps she felt a little embarrassed or tired of reading, she took the initiative to open the topic. But to my surprise, we actually hit it off. Whether it was the American TV series, Japanese TV series, or the views on certain topics, or maybe because of these reasons, the more we talked, the more speculation, her eyes in my opinion at that time, a little glitter. For the first time, I thought the plane was going a little fast. Landing, to the hotel, start to prepare for the afternoon meeting materials. Then it was time to work with the client, and the afternoon went well. It was the first time for me to see her cooperate with others, and she was very organized. I heard before that she had a strong working ability, and I didn't have a chance to see her until that afternoon. Even clients directly said that they were very comfortable to cooperate with her in the meeting. At that time, she also looked at me quietly, gave me a wink, as if to say you look how good I am, this is all in my plan. It was the first time I had seen her look mischievous, and I smiled at her with special certainty. Around 5 p.m., the client suggested that we go to dinner together, and said that the rest of the company should be connected with other departments. Then it was a dinner of mutual praise, like the previous dinner with other customers and leaders, and you had to laugh with them. Then we went back to the hotel together. She said that she was too tired today, so let's have a good rest and relax after the handover tomorrow morning. I looked at her tired, said X always had a good rest, and then went back to the room. I went back to my place, took a nice hot shower, and started sorting out the rest of the paperwork because I had to do the handover tomorrow. Half an hour later, probably because I was too sleepy, I fell asleep in bed. I don't know how long I slept, but I was woken up by a burst of mobile phone ringing. After I picked it up in a daze, the other end of the phone was inarticulate she said, I am so stupid, I seem to remember where we live? I can't go home. What do I do? I could hear her sobbing in spite of the noise of the telephone. In a flash, I was all awake. He asked her where she was. Fortunately, she remembered the name of the bar. When I arrived, I saw the mess she was leaning on the table, tears had dried, but still kept drinking. I went and got her glass, drank the rest of the wine in one gulp, and said, Look, the wine is gone, let's go home. She looked at me and tears came to her eyes. I don't have a home. I don't know where home is anymore. I slowly put the phone in the bag, helped her with her coat, and helped her to walk out. Yes, I just don't remember now. I'm here to take you home. Along the way, she cried a little, I make amends to the taxi driver, comfort her drink too much, good, I take you home. I want you to remember your way home. Fortunately, all the way smoothly, after helping her back to the room, help her to change her shoes, wipe her tears, with a hot towel to help her apply, let her vomit for a while in the toilet, no hot water had to let her drink some mineral water, then help her take off her socks. Put her on the bed, take off her coat and jewelry, and tuck her in. Then sit on the bed, comfort or whisper to her side, while looking out the window at two o 'clock night. The heart is torn. How could I not know that? I know all about it. More than half a year since, husband affair, you insist on divorce, he takes son when coerce, at ordinary times weak you, did not compromise however. So, after the divorce, he wouldn't let you see your son, and he smeared you in front of the office and your friends. You didn't say anything, and in the face of criticism at the company, you chose to ignore it. For everyone, or so gentle, so affinity, not others dispute, but all the sad, all the grievances, all the loneliness, how do you carry over ah. So many late nights, you are not drunk to sleep. I lean on the bed, head pillow sleep your bed, inexplicable feel at ease, not careful to sleep in the past. Night like ink, starlight river. When I woke up the next day, I was covered in a hotel blanket, and you left me a note saying you had to go to a client first. Maybe she was embarrassed or didn't know how to explain yesterday. As soon as I saw the time, I hurried back to my room to wash up and go to the client. When I arrived, she was already in the meeting room of the client's company and smiled sheepishly at me when I came in. In fact, the cooperation has been signed yesterday, today the formal docking of some specific matters, so she also slightly relaxed a little bit. She occasionally rubbed the sides of her forehead. It seems that she still has a headache after drinking too much yesterday. Over the course of the morning, she and I looked at each other a thousand times, awkwardly at first, but then more sweetly for me. Then all goes well and the contract is officially signed. Take the afternoon off. At the end of the meeting, she asks me, what would you like for lunch? I'll treat you. Drink gruel. She's a little confused. Porridge? There was a pause, and her face flushed slightly. The whole spring was on fire, burning my whole chest. After dinner, she stretched and said, accompany me to go shopping, for a long time did not want to go shopping mood. Then, the whole afternoon, I saw her look like a little girl, see good clothes like, see snacks greedy appearance, see her fun city smile happy appearance, I stood by her side, at that moment, want to do her knight. That's the biggest smile she's had in six months. When I returned to my place at night, I was so tired that I was paralyzed and fell into bed. I rested for a while and took a bath. Just when I was ready to fall asleep, I received a message from her. And then I went to her room in my pajamas. We talked for a long time about movies, stars, games I love, yoga she is keen on, my career plan and my future life. And about her feelings, she won't tell, I won't ask. Because I get it. Later, late into the night, we talked a little confused, and then I unexpectedly fell asleep on the tatami. The next day, she said crossly, there were others who had fallen asleep while talking, and I had laughed them off. After that, I felt more and more intimate with her. Although there is little communication in the company, wechat has been chatting all the time, which is obviously no longer the relationship between leaders and subordinates, and even has a relationship beyond friends. Graduation, back to school defense, leave for ten days. One day before returning to school, when I asked her to sign a leave, she said jokingly that ten days had passed and she must come back to me. Don't show up, graduate quit the situation. Going back to school, getting together with friends, getting together with classmates, preparing for the graduation defense and the speech of outstanding graduates, I was getting busier and busier, so I didn't answer wechat so often, and I also felt a little lost. But she graciously forgave me with an apology and a promise to buy her two meals at work. However, my parents let me go home after graduation, saying that I had been away from home for too long, and they did not want me to leave home again after graduation. They had already asked someone to help me find a job at home. I'm struggling. I'm struggling. I asked her, she took a long time to reply to me, she said, I don't want to interfere with your thoughts, do what you like. She must have been very disappointed. Later, after thinking about it for several days, I had a long phone call with my parents and told them a lot about my idea and my future life. They agreed. Then, the formal defense, the speech, the commencement. At the end of the graduation ceremony, I sent her wechat, saying that I had graduated. She said, "So, have you made up your mind? Well, it's decided. But could you give me a few more days off? I want to go home and see my parents before I go back to the office. She waited a minute. Get back here, you son of a bitch! When I came back to her city, I saw her smiling at me at the exit of the high-speed train, just as she was gentle, quiet and beautiful when I saw her for the first time. As I walked slowly towards her, the busy high-speed railway station suddenly became quiet, as if the beauty of the whole world were concentrated on her. The sun was setting, and the warm light fell through the glass on a young man who was walking slowly, so that no one could feel his impulse to rush to pick her up. But to my surprise, when I walked up to her, she gave me a slow hug and whispered, "Welcome back, boy." Then she drove me and, upon learning I was staying in a hotel, asked me why I didn't rent a place. I said that I was too busy recently. I will stay here for a few days, and I will look for an apartment in these days. She frowned, I said OK, still owe you dinner, I put things, let's go to dinner. Looking at the side of her face, I thought, well, I must have a crush on this little girl who's a dozen years older than me. But, you know, what was she thinking. I don't know. I'm afraid to ask. I was so attached to this relationship with her that I was afraid that if I asked, everything would dissipate like a nice bubble. If, my arrival can bring some happiness to your life, can solve your loneliness, can cure your insomnia, then XXX, I am willing. The next day at work, she texts me, opens your notebook. Then I saw a key card and a line from her. This room is unoccupied now. You can move in after work. I don't want to see you miss work because of the house. Don't say no. Add a grimace. I'll call her back on wechat. Okay. After you are my landlord adult, how much money, I first pay half a year to you. She sent an angry emoji. No rent. I'm gonna get mad if I say that again. I will, but I will be very uncomfortable. My Lord, I don't want you to think that you want to be with you because of your money or because of your job. I don't want to add any other impurities to my love for you. And then, can she cook? I was stunned. Yes. I can learn if I don't. Well, if you don't do this right, I'm gonna punish you. No, I will learn so well that you will fall in love with my cooking. In this way, she became my landlady and I became her full-time cook. She stayed here occasionally for a few days, then more and more times (separate rooms, don't get me wrong), and finally almost five out of seven days. After that, I bought her some toiletries and necessities according to her preferences. We often chat in the living room, watch anime together, watch movies together, also play games together, but there are some words, I still can not say. That sentence I like you, as if separated by thousands of mountains and rivers. It lasts until Chinese Valentine's Day. That day, I got her a gift. It was a woman's watch. When we talked a long time ago, she said she liked this type of watch, so I wrote it down. But, for some reason, she wasn't so happy. When I turned around, she asked me from behind. Is there, uh, something you want to say to me? My wrong face, as if to denigrate the last line of defense of her heart, I saw the light in her eyes, a moment to go out. Then I did not see her for several days, sent her wechat, did not return, listen to colleagues said that she seemed to have not come these days, my heart sank. The week she was gone, I felt the clock ticking. Until Friday night, when I was frozen in my living room. The screen of the phone suddenly lit up in the dark. It was her. Five minutes to the gate of the community. And the second I saw it, I went crazy in my pajamas, and I went crazy for the first time down the fire escape, and I thought, I wish I had superpowers, and I jumped 10 stories down to her. When I gasped to the gate of the community.
By gongkai33 years ago in Confessions
No negotiations required
Like everything else, your job post had a strange aura. You are looking for qualities that are systematically eradicated from our personality in the institutions we work, after hours and hours of useless working (just because we need a job). Morals and ethics are thrown out of the windows when you are asked to be quiet just because the management wants you to be.
By Ahmad Zubair3 years ago in Confessions
I don't go with you
I was 15 and in the ninth grade. I was awkward with girls. A little shy but mostly clueless. I had a crush on this girl, an eight-grader named Melody. We were choral students. When we practiced after school, our director worked with different ensembles. And so sometimes when I didn’t have to be on stage, Melody and I and a couple other friends goofed off a lot, running around the auditorium, playing some sort of variation of tag. She was gorgeous and friendly. So I started liking her for a girlfriend, but had no idea what to do. Well, one day, during study hall, I passed a note, asking if she would meet me at a park later. Our homes were about a half mile apart, and the park was a public place between them.
By Woodrow Wilkins3 years ago in Confessions
Integration for Airtable and QuickBooks Desktop 2021 - 2022
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By Jay Holmes3 years ago in Confessions
Starr Theory
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Well I am one to disagree personally; when you realize what space is you will be rushed with the feeling of euphoria beyond belief. I’ve had much fear of death recently after hardship and loss, and I went to the deepest and darkest depths of my soul. I was lost in this world and I think we all feel the same. The yearning for more, the need for validation, the desire for love, the list could go on for years. We all feel it and we all receive these gifts differently. However, it’s not just gifts we receive, and sometimes we feel hopeless. We kill ourselves slowly with cigarettes or quickly with a bullet to the dome. These experiences are all fully necessary in life as they are all different. They are all unique paths with unique stories to tell and they should be shared.
By Connor starr3 years ago in Confessions
The Tiger, the Donkey and the Loin
The donkey told the tiger "The grass is blue", the tiger replied "No the grass is green" the discussion became heated and the two decided to submit the issue to arbitration. So they approached the lion, as they approach the lion on his throne the donkey starts screaming "Your highness! Isn't it true that the grass is blue?!" The Loin replied "If you believe its true, the grass is blue." The donkey rushed forward and continued, " The tiger disagrees with me, contradicts me and annoys me, please punish him!"
By AzteckPrincess263 years ago in Confessions
The King of Nightmares
You were just a child, a person like me. Stupid and clueless with a world for you to be free. I was in hiding while you were experiencing, bad and good you explored a world that became your FREE; DOMinating others with your strength and ignorance, your confidence has built while you grew distant from me. Separate from life, you played house, I became caretaker while the word “husband” was in your mouth. Never been loved while you experienced it pure, still, we were apart, while you experienced love more. Spent most of my 20s away from wedding bells, while I struggled for money and saved a mother from hell.
By The Kind Quill3 years ago in Confessions
