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How My Boss's Cat Is Way Higher On The Chain Than Me. Top Story - September 2021.
April 1st Here, I'd have my own office, be my own person, have a real name, and not just "you there". Here, making coffee and copies will be a distant memory. Here, there will be no more humiliation. No longer an intern but an account executive-oh, the promissed land.
By A.M.Radulescu4 years ago in Confessions
Why can't I just be a writer?
In my heart- I've always pictured myself as a story-teller...a 'writer'...but when I sit down and put my pen to paper, I never seem to be able to formulate anything worth being proud of. I have SO many ideas, and storylines, and plots, and characters just swimming around in my brain, but there's something stopping those imageries from reaching my fingertips.
By Ashleigh Riley4 years ago in Confessions
Vocal Did It Not Me
Vocal pushed me towards my dreams, they are the reason I am able to express my thoughts and problems. Vocal is the reason I have something to write about which is crazy, because I felt trapped in my mind. They gave me the opportunity to give me a professional title while people couldn't take my dreams seriously. They are the reason people are switching up on me and agreeing with my intelligence and dreams.
By Darius Cherry4 years ago in Confessions
Ambition requires courage
To start off I would like to say that while this week, like every other, has been full of memories and triggers, I learned something incredibly important about myself. I am most proud of myself when I am doing the things I personally love. For anyone reading this I would like to re-cap quickly what my life is like currently so you understand the importance of my discovery. I am a single mom of 5 kids, I work 3 jobs (1 full-time and 2 part-time) and I attend online classes at a university. I started my fall semester nearly 3 weeks ago. At the same time this happened, I came to the realization I was doing too much and my cup was overflowing. I needed to let some stuff out. So I shifted my focus. Prior to this class, my primary focus had been on work and giving 100% to all of my jobs, my kids, my friends and new friendships or relationships. But I realized it is physically impossible to give 100% in every one of these aspects. A human can only give so much and do so much-especially a single mom and student. So I shifted my focus to myself-as selfish as that may sound. I made the decision that I needed to do what I wanted and what I felt would make me the happiest. I prioritized the tasks needed to be completed for work, of which I can give 100% of my dedication, rather than trying to put in 100% to all jobs. I made a list of everything that needed to be done, including my classwork. I studied the syllabus and work hard every night to complete my assignments. I have received my grades on my assignments and I am so proud to say I have gotten A's on all of them. This may seem like a minuscule accomplishment to some. My days currently consist of 17-19 hour days and I am thoroughly exhausted by the end of it. Yet, I feel so invigorated and happy at the end of it. I feel like I have accomplished so much. I can only describe it as feeling empowered and feeling powerful inside. One of the triggers this week has been that my ex-husband used to berate my classes and schoolwork, putting me down and saying I would never finish my degree. Starting this semester fresh, I feel ambitious and courageous. It is no longer the goal of "I will show him what I can do", but instead has been changed to, "I will prove to myself how much I can do." Apparently, I can do a lot. This is the fresh start I needed and have been desiring for the past few years. But I couldn't rely on anyone to give me that fresh start. I had to go out myself and make it happen. I have to work hard to create it and accomplish it. I have found a sense of peace inside that I did not know I could find in my healing journey. I know the journey is far from over and there are times that I am still triggered. There are moments I still cry and want to hide from the world. There are moments when I feel I can't possibly handle one more thing on my plate. But I remind myself of how much IS on my plate, and how hard I am willing to work to accomplish those goals. I am in charge of my destiny. I choose the pathway on my journey and I have the power to choose how I will heal along the way. Tonight I am feeling incredibly powerful and courageous inside. I am feeling excited and proud that my hard work has paid off and has been worth it. I feel like I can get through this and I will heal from my pain. Because pain is only temporary. Tonight, this is who I am and I am proud of who I am. Tonight, this is me.
By marion scott4 years ago in Confessions
The Squawks of Pain
When I think of inside jokes one in particular comes to mind. Me and my friends enlisted in the army at the same time but had different ship out dates. I was the first to leave and the one who wrote back home to prepare the others for the shitstorm that was about to brew.
By Matthew Mccahey4 years ago in Confessions
My creative job.
Creativity is the recognition of a great idea, the preparation towards laying the groundwork, the process and renovation of the formation of its shape, form, structure, and imagery, the editing, refining, strengthening, and tuning of its original form, and the finalization of its completion. It is the combination of openness, problem solving, ingenuity, intuition, structure, discipline, vision, and ultimately wisdom, that guides us on any path through any story on how to proceed forward in any given pursuit with the tales written, the music composed, the lyrics inscribed, the art drawn up, and the worlds created that inspire the mind to think more critically, and the heart to overflow with love, all the more.
By Jordan Zuniga4 years ago in Confessions
The Worst Part Of My Job
Waiting is the worst part of being a working writer. By far. It is especially frustrating if you are, like me, the kind of person who is exacting in terms of developing ideas and compositions to the point of obsession, making sure the words fit the way you want them to fit, and then sending your piece off to whomever you wanted to write it for. Thinking that you did them a good turn by giving them the fruits of your labour, you then proceed to wait for them to get back to you.
By David Perlmutter4 years ago in Confessions
A people-pleasing, judgmental teacher with no self-worth…
I wanted to just answer like everyone else. The standard, I love my job because it feels good to help people. That sounds so cliche, it is what people are supposed to say -- the ‘right’ thing to say, and it is true. I am a self-labeled people pleaser. I am judgmental. I tend to think my work determines my worth. Thing is, I think these are exactly the traits that make me love my job and maybe even make me good at my job.
By Claire Hunter4 years ago in Confessions
ACT in Practice on Social Media
Part of being an Acceptance and Commitment (ACT) counselor - or any type of counselor, is practicing what we preach, so to speak. I aim to be a person of my word, and also a person of my action. ACT by design has us connecting with our values, making room for discomfort, accepting the limitations and pain that can come up in a given context, and determining how to commit to what is important for us.
By Joey Salvatore4 years ago in Confessions
A Perfect Storm
This week I had an absolutely awful day mentally. One day I was chatting with friends and Vocal friends on Facebook , working and chatting with work colleagues then my Friend Krista asked me for help moving a table so I had a couple of hours with her and her friends , and for the first time in my life actually went into the Byker Wall.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Confessions
My Dream Job?
If we could rewind, my child self would tell you that being a veterinarian was my dream job. Even though I use to write fiction stories for fun at school and at home, I envisioned a more practical job. Fast foward to middle school I wanted to be a judge or a lawyer. As I entered high school, I figured being a nurse was a more practical thing for me. I even attended college classes early to become a Medical Assistant. Just to bring myself closer to the medical field. As I graduated and really started doing the work I found that I love helping people. No matter what it is, I love problem solving or being that person that anyone can come to. To lend a helping hand is my calling. I loved learning. The medical field is one where one never stops learning. On the other hand as I grew in age and knowledge I grew in creativity. I always loved photography, dancing, music, and poetry. But my mind wasn’t set on doing what I loved, just doing what paid bills and kept money in my bank account. I’m twenty three now I’ll be twenty four in 2022. I’m saddened to say, it took this long to figure out my dream. My dream job is to do all the above. Learn, dance, help others, and be creative. Iv picked up photography and writing the last few years in a more serious way. This is can be my job. My Day to day, creating. I work as a Medical Assistant in a health clinic, a phlebotomist at a plasma bank, and neither job really stuck with me or made me feel any brighter. The people I interacted with were really my favorite parts of the job. And or the things that I was learning on the job. Like venipuncture or using ultrasound machines and ekgs. Just comforting patients everyday was something I didn’t mind. Meeting new people and forming relationships are a good way to keep me in the moment. Disscusing anything that comes to mind really. We’re all people just experiencing life and to be apart of somebody’s day in a polity light always helped me feel like I was fulfilling a purpose. On the other hand before I was doing that, I was a cook at restaurants, like Red Lobster and Ruth Chris’s Steak House. I loved those jobs. Just the feeding people part. The rush of a fast paced working environment and being apart of a team. Those jobs showed me a different aspect to the work place. THEYRE HUST REGULARL PEOPLE. I lost that barrier between customer and sustainer service. I was both the provider and the consumer. People often forget that a business is not just the people who own the business and its offilates, But people. Just regular people who could be your neighbor or somebodies child. The work force is made up of US. I treat people how I want to be treated. Uniform or not, CEO or janitor. Respect deems respect. Now that I realize I am more than a worker. I realize that, everyday should be spent working for myself. Every second of the day should be spent on what I enjoy, what I need, what I dream of. I dream of dancing on big stages. I dream of arenas of people hearing my voice echo out of speakers. Weather it be, motivational speaking, poetry, and or my music; I dream of voicing my story. My dream job is to photograph beauty. Show others the way I see the world. The way that I see them. My dream jobs take on all the things I love to do and feel. To express myself creatively and help others do the same. I hate working for a wage because no amount of money is worth my precious time. So instead I’ll live out my dreams in reality. I am a photographer. I am a musician. I am a dancer. I am a poet.I am an editor. Because I am naturally, all these things. I love my jobs because they help me live life. They help me stay active and motivated. They don’t drain me of my energy but help me regain it. I love my jobs because it’ll take a lifetime to master all of them. My jobs impact the world because people can relate to me and I to them. I could tell someone else’s story, or my experiences could help someone else. I am a photographer because I can help others see the beauty in everything. As a writer I feel that words carry their own meanings and I have this special way of conveying my thoughts to readers. To listeners. I plan to impact the world someday. Maybe it’s today.
By Tasjanah Anderson 4 years ago in Confessions
