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Managing Worker Stress: Identifying Problems and Implementing Solutions
Across all sectors, employee stress is too often experienced as an everyday thing especially at this moment in time when work environments are so demanding. Burnout results from long work hours, heavy workloads, tight deadlines and pressure to always perform well. When left unaddressed, stress decreases productivity while affecting employee’s health, morale and general wellbeing negatively. This may lead to increased absenteeism rates in companies engagement levels and turnover rates that are higher than expected. However, with appropriate strategies stress at workplaces can be managed and its adverse impacts minimized. Common Sources of Workplace Stress
By Ahmet Kıvanç Demirkıranabout a year ago in Psyche
Head Above Water
From the moment I first saw her, I never knew how much she'd have an impact on my life after everything I had been through. I had come so far away from the west coast of LA to east coast of South Carolina to escape from the toxic family I had grown up with. I never thought after being in college for 5 years this is what it truly feels like to start over again with no one even knowing who you are.
By Joanna Blazeabout a year ago in Psyche
The Trap of the Sunk Cost Fallacy: When Holding On Costs You More. . AI-Generated.
The Business That Couldn’t Let Go It was a small, family-run restaurant that had been in operation for decades. Originally started by James’s grandfather, it was a cherished community spot, with regular customers and a steady income. But times were changing, and James, now in charge, was struggling to keep the business afloat.
By Kamran Khanabout a year ago in Psyche
Sands of Sentience
Noam’s Thoughts As I wander through the bustling streets, my jar of sand cradled gently in my hands, I feel the pulse of life all around me. Laughter rings in the air, sharp and fleeting, mingling with the distant hum of conversations, footsteps, and even the quiet sighs of strangers. People laugh, cry, and hope, oblivious to the subtle weight of the world I carry. Each grain of sand I gather holds a fragment of a moment—a story etched in time. A child’s laughter, light and pure, pulls at my attention. It’s the kind of sound that lingers, echoing long after it fades. But what am I really collecting? Not just sand. These grains are the essence of life—unseen, yet deeply felt. And in this sea of faces, I remain invisible. It’s better this way. I am not meant to be part of the crowd; I am an observer, a silent collector of moments. Each grain bears the emotion of a fleeting second—a laugh, a tear, a breath.
By Tlili Aliabout a year ago in Psyche
Things I learnt from my recent setbacks
Things I learnt from my recent setbacks How I wish life were filled with glory and love, tales of how we succeed in every aspect of our life, emerging victorious in battles filled with animosity and sadness. Every mortal being experiences seasons of rise and fall, of light and dark, of pain and purpose, and defeat and victory.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Psyche
Can You Be Addicted to a Person?
They are your whole world. You can't get enough of them, and you want to be with them *all* of the time. It might feel like love, but could it actually be an addiction? While it might sound far-fetched, it really can happen! Like other types of addiction, being addicted to a person can be unhealthy or even dangerous. While it's most common with significant others, it can happen with anyone in your life.
By Venuabout a year ago in Psyche
I Fired My Personal Trainer for an AI: Here's What Happened!
It was one of those pivotal moments in life where curiosity collided with uncertainty. There I was, staring at my phone, ready to make a decision that could alter my fitness routine forever. "Could an AI really replace my personal trainer?" I wondered, half-excited, half-nervous. The idea seemed far-fetched. I mean, how could a machine – a mere collection of algorithms – possibly replicate the expertise and human touch of a personal trainer? This wasn’t just about workouts; it was about motivation, accountability, and, quite honestly, the relationship I had built with someone who understood my fitness journey. But, the allure of cutting-edge technology was hard to ignore. So, with a mixture of intrigue and skepticism, I decided to take the plunge. I fired my personal trainer for an AI.
By Sting Storiesabout a year ago in Psyche
Earth Angel
I watched from behind the veil, between worlds, the one you'd call the 4th dimension, at a man talking with Nyame, who was my charge. The man that had stopped, had been out scouring the streets for a prostitute, but came across my girl instead.
By Megan Alicia Irelandabout a year ago in Psyche
Sometimes, All It Takes is a DM. Runner-up in Small Kindness Challenge. Content Warning.
I was at the lowest point of my life when I met K.T. It was January 12, 2019. I live in the U.S., K.T. lived in Thailand. Both my parents had just passed away, leaving me with inheritance money from their insurance policy—enough to take care of me and cover the remainder of my education. I was set for life. But I didn’t need all that; I just wanted them back. Cancer is a bitch, and it had come for me, too.
By Karina Thyraabout a year ago in Psyche
Mrs Bun
Beryl has called. She says she spoke to me already today. Did she? I don't remember. She reminded me of...something's happening today. I can't remember what she said. Oh well, I'm sure I'll find out later.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Psyche
Not Dead, Homeless, or in Jail is not a "Miracle". Content Warning.
Before you come at me saying my views are some dumb, idealistic, liberal, white lady bullshit, please at least allow me an extremely brief summation of my life experience with the topic.
By Nicki Marson- Gentrifying The Group Home Girlabout a year ago in Psyche
How to Save a Life. Runner-up in Small Kindness Challenge. Content Warning.
I love you, KP. I'm sorry I'm shit. I didn't expect a reply–at least, not right away. It was nearly four in the morning on a Sunday. I figured I'd have two or three hours before anyone found a thing: the empty pill bottles, the texts, the toxic seeds I'd been collecting for weeks, the journal I brought along to catalog everything I took... or me.
By kpabout a year ago in Psyche