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Workaholic Logic
Workaholic Logic For Member Only This is my master mind for Members Only. I have worked in the workforce for the last forty years. I started at the aged of 16 and worked for the famous Lloyds bank as a bank teller. I next I moved to Alaska where my father lived and look through the yellow pages and found a job at a bank. My father had said I was only eighteen I could stay there with him and go to college. I got out on the bus in Alaska and found a job. I was bewildered because I was in Love. My Navy man ex-lover sent for me to come to San Diego. When I arrived the airline lost my luggage? It was a difficult time. A few days after I arrived my luggage was returned. Immediately I start to interview for work and quickly I landed a job in a financial institution and was balancing ledgers. But things did not work out in San Diego, so I had to make a emergency move back to my Moms house in Los Angeles. I started to work for my Mom casting service in Los Angeles. We did get movie to one cast. Things at home were tough and the casting company was having problems. I was always a workaholic. Mom was having difficulties, so I took another Bank Teller job in Los Angeles on the famous Wilshire Blvd. After some months I started to search for a job in a manufacturing company. I started just redoing all their files and organizing a file closet. They really like my attitude, so they start cross training me on all the jobs for the entire company. They promoted me to Technical Supervisor, I was running computer reports on the tape reel type of the 1980 before internet. I did all their data entry and payrolls, and everything was sent reel to reel to Michigan. It was amazing. Then suddenly after being married to my first husband, he decided he wanted to move to Las Vegas. I moved and as soon as I got there, I started looking for work and found a job that said receptionist. What I ended up getting hired to do was Financial Aid in the Tech School Industry. For four years I handled financial aid and that included Financial Aid for school and Audits. I sat in with a VA Audit and I learned about Indian Finance. I was very interested. Next, I got hired to do financial aid for a Cosmetology school. I was very excited to continue with finance. It was near that time that I decided to go back to school but finances kept me under the gun. I than found myself getting out of a bad marriage. I had to move form Vegas and leave my Jewelry thief and criminal husband. He was taking away to jail. I submitted about ten resumes to schools is California. It was a all-male welding school that hired me full time for financial aid.
By Wanda B Henry5 years ago in Journal
Finding Yourself
We all envision how we want our lives to be like, while we are growing up. Some children want to be a cop, fire fighter, lawyer. Some want to be a dancer or painter, a doctor, or nurse. Some boys want to be cowboys, and girls start planning their weddings from the time they are 4 years old. As for me, I never really could figure that out. I remember being a kid with a lot of responsibility, that just wanted acceptance for who I was. Even though I couldn't even figure that one out. It was always like I was told how I needed to be, or what I needed to be doing. If not from my mom or dad, grandma, other adults, it was friends, and other kids and students I went to school with, too. It's like I was taught to just go with the flow, instead of making sure I make my stand, for myself. And now figuring out my adult life, I've found a lot of things to be challenging, when it comes time for me to have to stand up for myself. Be who I feel I am. It has taken 30 years to feel the freedom, to be able to find the things that I feel make me happy and find what and who I am meant to be. Not saying that I have all found the answers, or have figured the secret of life out, but I have learned that you can not make everyone happy by trying to find your own happiness. Nor, can you make yourself happy, trying to keep everyone else happy. Everyone will have an opinion of what they think is best, or just an opinion, that can be kept to themselves. I've learned to say, Fuck it! I gonna do me, regardless!
By Kayla Lynn Waksmonski5 years ago in Journal
The Government Is About To Put This Two-Legged Mammal On The Endangered Species List
Office jobs might be dead. At this very moment in time, you're either nodding your head or shaking it. You bobbleheads out there (I say that will love) prolly already agree with this and likely have been saying this for some time now. Maybe even thinking that it's about time someone actually wrote what you've known to be true.
By Rick Martinez5 years ago in Journal
When your tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear the sound
One of the pitfalls of writing is obtaining a viable audience. Everyone who writes desires for their tree to fall in the woods and for there to be someone who hears it. Unfortunately for writers, there is always the possibility that no one will hear your tree hit the ground and that there will be no sound. In the photo, my son and I were walking on a trail when we came to this tree that had fallen.
By Cheryl E Preston5 years ago in Journal
A Writer's World
The old floorboards creak with the added weight of the person creeping ever closer to my tiny hiding spot. I clamp my hand tightly over my mouth, trying to stifle any noise from my breathing. As they inch closer, my body begins to vibrate with anticipation of what is to come and I swallow my fear, steadying myself and removing my hand from my lips.
By Nicki Williams 5 years ago in Journal
The Write Bea
Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Bea, and I began to write since I was a preteen. I did not know that I wanted to write back then, I just remember feeling happy when I wrote for a “Just Say No to Drugs” essay writing contest and received an award from the sitting President of the United States of America.
By Beatriz Magana5 years ago in Journal
Finding My True Creative Purpose Through the Revolution of Women Who Barely Have the Right to Exist
I was pacing back and forth the same few blocks on the main street of a small town for the last ten minutes. Most people I was crossing were staring at me with perplexed looks on their faces — I could sense they were not used to see a foreigner visiting this part of the country.
By Mynah Marie5 years ago in Journal
Crafting to Raise Awareness
I was working as an office administrator at a community minded church a few years ago and we learned, (through a women’s group wanting to use our facility for an event), about how human trafficking was happening in our community. We held a few informational events ourselves and formed a committee to study the issue and to figure out what we might be able to do to help. The first thing we did was put together a program to provide care bags for survivors of human trafficking, who often do not have anything of their own when they are supported into shelters. We gave these bags to the women’s organization and to the first responders who were working with trafficking survivors in the community. I was hesitant to get involved with the issue personally, because I knew it would break my heart to be near the stories of these women, and that my desire to help might take over my life. But one day I was standing in a store looking at towels and washcloths to find my contribution to add to one of our care bags, and I started to cry. I usually buy the cheapest towels for my home, because I don’t really care too much about them. But as I was looking at the quality of towels in the store, I was thinking about how this woman might feel, receiving a bag full of things that were just for her, knowing that it meant someone out there cared about her situation. And I had to find the prettiest color of towel to bring cheer to her heart, and the softest feeling towel to bring comfort to her ravaged body.
By Denise Voth5 years ago in Journal
Create your Happiness
Sometimes, I get a feeling that there isn’t enough time to create. There isn’t enough time to spend with myself imagining, daydreaming and writing or reading or listening to music, dancing, getting lost inside myself. Those idyllic moments when you have nowhere to be and no one around and you can be with you, truly just listening to your creative urges and where that wants to take you.
By Carissa KR5 years ago in Journal
The fear of striking out
I do wholeheartedly believe that I know what fulfills me. It's the one thing that's always seemed to keep me in line. It's what my heart calls for in time of despair but what my soul craves in the middle of euphoria, writing. I picked up this form of art when I was young, I'd fill up journals with my thoughts, my ideas and my emotions. I look back at some of my journals and I can truly read and feel the passion that I've had for the art since I could first get my hands on a journal. Even just the ideas I'd drought down for later were always very uncanny, in a good way that is. I don't know exactly what was running through my head back then as some of my old work seems to be incomplete. Some ideas drought down but no poem with it, no story. Full of potential never the less. I have gone back and picked up ideas from those old notes and have written some of my best poems. Writing comes very natural to me, as though I've been expressing myself through paper for many lifetimes. At the end of the day no matter what I endure I know I can sit down, write and calm my mind and for that there is no question in my head as to why I chose to write in this lifetime as well. For over a decade now I have found that I'm good at putting the right words next to each other. I had more than one literature teacher call me out of class, almost just to make sure that I was aware about my special writing skills. I was promised I was budding as a writer. Others suggested that I began songwriting, always on my mind but I have yet to do so. You see if there's one thing I do when I find something I'm fond of, I take care of it. I'll nurture it, but not too much. Writing for me was like watering a plant, but never enough because I was always too afraid of drowning it. It's like I was afraid of doing it wrong.. of one day being expected of my best work and not being able to deliver, with the one thing that comes so natural to me, writing. Because if I couldn't at least do that then what would I do with all my thoughts and emotions at that point. In the past that issue became such a burden that I quit writing for a little while, I stopped writing down ideas, writing down my emotions and even essays. I told myself that if I couldn't free write, if I could not write any verse or poem that came across my mind in the fear of failing then I wasn't worthy of writing at all. Those were some of the toughest moments in my life that is until I realized I was the one being tough with myself. I reminded myself that I am only human, I am due to make mistakes, to overcome battles but to always get back up more times than I may fall. My passion for writing runs so deep that I almost made the mistake of letting it go instead of trying and potentially fail myself. Today I can truthfully say that the fear of striking out will not keep me from playing the game. My appreciation for writing will never end. I hope to be able to bring a different type of narrative and perspective out into this world. I look forward to bringing a new light out to situations that we may not have seen much light in at other periods in time. I hope to inspire others to follow their true calling despite of any fear or doubt. I am looking forward to being supported through my journey only so I can reach as many souls as I can with open arms filled with optimism, hope, genuine care and a head full of ideas that this world might not be ready for. But always, with the underling goal of gathering with love.
By Diana Herrera Diaz5 years ago in Journal
