The Professuh
Bio
They call me the Professor. Allegedly intelligent. Graduate-educated, geneticist, educator, power scaler, armchair social media guru. Follow me and learn more!
Stories (19/0)
Work Can Wait: A Guide on Balancing Your Life With Good Sleep
Work. We all do it. Whether we work a “9-to-5”, the night shift, have contractor positions, or write for Vocal, we have to work. There’s that old biblical adage, “if a man doesn’t work, he doesn’t eat”. This rings true for all of us in our capitalistic society; we have to work to afford basic necessities, as well as the extras that make life a little easier. That seems simple enough, no?
By The Professuh2 years ago in Humans
The Corporate Shark and the Harpoon
Harold pulled into his beat-up concrete driveway and got out of his Camry. The yard smelled of high emissions and broken dreams of a hybrid, and he was ready to get inside. It’s been a long day. I need to kick back before they get home. Luckily for Harold, his wife and son were still out. His corporate advertising firm had just locked down the biggest deal in several years. I still can’t believe I got them the account. I’m going to get a promotion for sure. Harold danced his way into his house. Money, money…yeah yeah. There was nothing for Harold to do once he got inside: nothing was on TV and while he was hungry, Elizabeth hated it when he tried to cook. “Harold, don’t you touch that oven! The next time you try to cook I’m going to cold cock you with a skillet! Do you understand?!” Harold had to laugh at that. His wife was the best. She was draconian about her kitchen, though. Also Harold cooked like fish climb trees. While he was thinking, he got a little worried, like his mind wanders. Not the serious stuff, like being wrinkly in rocking chairs and telling grandiose tales to the grandkids, but how she’d look in her business suits when she passed the Bar. I guess those pantsuits will hit different with the “Esq.”. He was a reluctant supporter of her return to school. His thoughts drifted to his son. Not him finishing school, starting a family, or anything like that, but if he would get his mechanics down for corner kicking. Which was also silly; Allen despised playing soccer. His job gave equally random thoughts, of his secretary, Leila Alvarez, and how often she had to bail him out when his co-workers dumped the work of a small battalion on him. His co-worker, Dan Roland. Dan Dan the bland man….damn near cost us the account. Leila pulled a 16-hour shift with no break process everything for me on time. Wouldn’t stop staring at me though. Weird. Elizabeth got home, and she noticed him daydreaming again. Can he stay out of la-la land for five minutes? Wait until he finds out I left Allen at a playmate’s house. We’re going to have the house to ourselves tonight. Ought to be a blast. Elizabeth liked the fact that her man was a thinker, but not as much so the spacing out part. She liked talking to him, except about world issues. The psycho-sociological underlying implications of the world’s populace was something Harold was incorrigible about. Harold suddenly noticed his wife.
By The Professuh2 years ago in Fiction
Mental Pressure Nobody Wants: Being a Black Man
What’s that saying? “I’z tired, boss.” ? Because yes, “I’z indeed tired, boss.” Let’s begin with the inspiration for this story. I actually just got finished writing another story about police brutality (Yes, in 2021, a story about police brutality…relax, no super high profile cases in the news I don’t think…), which was itself was response to another another story on police brutality.
By The Professuh2 years ago in Humans
The Wire-to-Wire Workday? Completely Pointless
Everyone works, right? Whether we work a “9-to-5”, the night shift, have contractor positions, or write for Vocal, work is work. I recall that old biblical adage, “if a man doesn’t work, he doesn’t eat”. This rings true for all of us in our capitalistic society; we have to work to afford basic necessities, as well as the extras that make life a little easier. That's the simple part.
By The Professuh2 years ago in Motivation
Actually, That Isn't Police Brutality. Warning: It's Factual.
This article is a response to Medium content creator's Stephen's story on police brutality. Before I get started with my reply, I just want to thank Medium user Ruchama King Feuerman for motivating me to share this. And since I haven't been on Vocal in a while, here I am again!
By The Professuh2 years ago in The Swamp
Hey Parents: Your Child's Stress? Let's Attack It.
Hey parents! Did I get your attention last time? Well, I initially wanted to put the problem and the solution in one article, but my fiancée told me that the thing would have been 2000 words long (I get rambly).
By The Professuh3 years ago in Families
Well, I Guess They Need a New Theme Song Now
I wanted to wait a while before posting another article, but current events just made this impractical. Before we continue, I am a native of New Orleans, LA. And let me say my viewpoint on my hometown is...“complex”. Love the people, love the food, hate the Saints (you heard me, right; I can’t stand the Saints). There’s a special diversity and charm in New Orleans (please don’t call it ‘N’awlins’; I’ll slap you). And it’s a great place to visit. But then we get into the (infrastructure) challenges of being a resident of New Orleans (and trust; there are many). Today, however, I’m only here to speak to one issue in New Orleans: education.
By The Professuh3 years ago in Education
