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Things Amusement Park Ride Operators Wish You Knew
As Halloween approaches, various amusement parks are putting up their halloween decorations and turning spooky for the season. Amusement parks can be just as fun during a holiday as they are during the regular summer season from around Memorial Day to around Labor Day. There's caricatures, old-timey photos, carnival games, food, and of course, roller-coasters. You might think that the people who operate these roller-coasters have it all: they work at an amusement park, which is true. But sometimes, it's not always fun for them. There are various things that visitors might not necessarily think about when going to a roller-coaster at an amusement park.
By A. Alexis Kreiser8 years ago in Journal
I'm Stuck
I'm 18 years old and just finished at Sixth Form (Senior Year). It's been around three months now and most of my friends are attending University. I also was going to attend University but changed my mind and decided I didn't want to sit in lectures, make notes and then be examined on those notes later on. I feel like I'm at a place where I just don't know what to do.
By Nabeela Pathan8 years ago in Journal
Frank Goodberry
Frank Goodberry sighs loudly and throws another crunched up piece of paper into the wastepaper bin that sits against the wall, between his filing cabinet and his liquor cabinet. The liquor cabinet sees an awful lot more use than the filing cabinet does, that's for sure. There's very little inside that filing cabinet, as early into his career Frank Goodberry decided he probably didn't need to file that much stuff, so he wouldn't bother. It's a bit of a waste of space, to be honest, but his wife insisted he get one. It's been seven years since he had an actual job, a real tangible job, the kind of job that government officials are always trying to tout the numbers of. The kind of job where you get a regular pay check in return for providing some kind of service, such as working in a shop or filling things with concrete. Frank Goodberry hasn't had one of those jobs for seven years. For the last seven years he has been trying to make it on his own, trying to become self employed, self reliable, self something else. Working for the man no longer interests him, he's had enough of 'the Man', whoever that is. Unfortunately for Frank Goodberry, he's not had a great time of earning money without the interference of 'the Man'.
By Dylan Copeland8 years ago in Journal
My Adventures as a Pizza Delivery Driver
In the short time that I have been delivering pizzas, I have been fortunate by not seeing many accidents on the roadways. But one day, I was driving along a popular road here in Town, while delivering pizzas and almost witnessed a horrible accident.
By Rhonda Farley8 years ago in Journal
The Village
It takes a village to raise a child! You've heard the saying so many times it's probably lost its edge. What does it mean, though? I hear something very different when this platitude is uttered – rather, 'muttered'. I hear something very different, indeed.
By Wayne Thomas8 years ago in Journal
The Price of Education and Teaching: Part IX
Because I really had no 'resources,' I went back to my husband's apartment but started looking for a place to rent close to work. It took me about a month, so I lived a month of almost complete silence and took my daughter out in her stroller so we could spend time together away from our hell; it was interesting that his side of the family never came around during this time, and not even before. I have a feeling my husband still hadn't told his family what was going on; it would've been too humiliating for him.
By Martina R. Gallegos8 years ago in Journal
Breakfast Sandwich Makers are Tools for Mourning
The Breakfast Sandwich Maker is a $15 tribute to American economic malaise. It hit the market at a time when the U.S. Department of Labor stopped counting people who gave up fruitlessly looking for work in their unemployment statistics in a desperate attempt to paint a rosier picture of the Great Recession. Well-paid talking heads in big coastal cities were telling average Joes and Janes in flyover country that the new normal was scraping by with a little help from the dole. And as so-called experts sat with garbage smiles and wagging fingers, telling flyover country to check its privilege as jobs went overseas and foreclosures stole homes, this machine made its debut on Meijer and Walmart shelves. And while its utility in the kitchen may be questionable at best, this machine and its generic knock-offs served a greater purpose: to help working-class men and women to grieve the passing of the Good Life.
By Patrick Murphy, MS, LLPC8 years ago in Journal
My Adventures as a Pizza Delivery Driver
It was the time of the year once more for the Super Bowl. I was the newest driver at work. On certain occasions throughout the year, everybody is required to be at work, like on Super Bowl Sunday. When I arrived at work that day, all of the other driver’s were busy beavers. Folding boxes, washing the dishes and putting them back in their proper places, answering the phones, filling up large containers of pizza sauce, and attending to the ovens in the front of the Store.
By Rhonda Farley8 years ago in Journal
My Adventures as a Pizza Delivery Driver
Last October at work, one of the Managers at the Store, decided to have a contest just for the delivery drivers. Up for grabs was a twenty-five dollar pre-paid Visa gift card. If nobody won the contest by the end of the month, the gift card went up to fifty dollars, and so forth. The way the contest went was, whichever delivery driver had the most friendliest customers' comments left on the feedback at the Store, won the gift card. If two delivery drivers were tied at the end of the month, then the gift card rolled over to the next month. So, let the Contest begin!
By Rhonda Farley8 years ago in Journal
