Harbor Benassa
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7 Traits of a Good Leader
Joining the workforce at the height of COVID was ill-advised, but 2020 graduates like me were forced to adapt. People were overall more irritable and companies expended fewer resources to solve problems. Hopefuls vied viciously for jobs that were in short supply. I became a lucky candidate selected for a temporary hospital administration position, and this year, I am finally involved in direct patient care. During my journey, I learned about the power of leading by example and its impact on team cohesion. A team that communicates well and builds each other up has everything it needs to generate creative solutions quickly and easily. It does more than make work fly by- patient outcomes depend on it. Observing and participating in interactions at work led me to think critically about how to deliver the best result for everyone involved, and I've developed a list of traits held by managers and coworkers I respect that make the workday a breeze. If you don't feel naturally equipped to lead, don't worry! These traits are as much necessary to practice as they are to possess. Everyone should strive towards cooperation, and here are traits you can cultivate to bolster team spirit as a leader no matter where you work. (Please note: this article is my own original work and does not represent the views of my employer. Nothing in this article constitutes medical advice.)
By Harbor Benassa2 years ago in Journal
The Shadow in the House
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It had once served as a storehouse in a time of blight, and it laid untouched until Daddy went searching for gold in the floorboards. Dry leaves and limp grass blanketed the fields below the splintering foundation, but the soil was spongey with fertility. The fruits rotting on the ground fed the earth, and yet, the crops continued to die. Little buds fought for life out of season, only to fade like the last and the last and the last. Wet planks buckled under the weight of viscous white slop. The white leaked out of it sometimes, and the scent burnt May’s nose when it wafted through on stormy nights. An unnatural rustle pounded through the sky, and Momma’s candles trembled on their shelves. A shadow trickled like a fat stream of rain over the ceiling beams.
By Harbor Benassa2 years ago in Horror