Workplace
A marvelous money making day...
8JUN2021; 1915, TUE As I sit sipping this slightly expired, nonalcoholic rosé after a long day of wheeling and dealing, I'm inclined to believe that this one is an intriguing one to say the very least. If I hadn't lived it in the flesh...
Nefarious DarriusPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsWorkplace Weed
As we continue to stress the importance of diversity and inclusion in the workplace, it is getting harder to figure out when we will go from just talking about what we are going to do, to actually doing it.
Adapting AdoptedPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsTilt Kettle
Tilt Kettle Chef Smith Henry woke to the sound of his wristwatch alarm. The time read 2:52am. Perfect. He dressed quickly pulling his chef whites over his long limbs, covering his shaggy dark hair in his tall white paper hat and then left his hotel room to walk down the hall to the kitchen. He could smell the beef stock before he stepped on to the tiled floor. He turned on the lights, unlocked the office door, loaded three pens and two soup spoons into the pocket on his upper left arm, closed the door, grabbed the cart full of plastic pails he’d left by the door on his way out last night, then rolled to the tilt kettle.
Whitney SweetPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsMy Drug Addicted Boss Once Tried to Teach Me Acting
I am not a particularly cocky person... At least, not anymore. Admittedly, I used to be a very cocky person. In my first summer away from college, having studied "the art of acting" for two whole semesters, I re-joined a summer stock program for the second year in a row. And let me tell you, I thought I was the shit. Turns out, I was just a piece of shit.
Andrew Martin DodsonPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsSunergy
I started working here in April 2018. I was hired as an inspection tech for $20/hourly. I thought this was great given my install and inspection experience. On day 1 I already found myself butting heads with my “supervisor” (not my hiring manager). This girl would add additional calls to my schedule with no knowledge or care of what jobs truly needed. She only demanded miracles out of me as she would say: “it HAS to be done today!”
Blake EdwardPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsMy Inner Writer
I hate the word productive. It was the word my mom used to tell me she was disappointed in my choices. “I wasn’t using my time in a productive manner” or “You should learn to knit, because that would be more productive,” she would say. And so, I have a constant need to feel like I have spent my time wisely and a fear of wasting my time; fear of procrastinating or vegging out, yet I cringe and feel a visceral hatred when I think about being productive. Which is where creative writing, poetry, short stories, and epic DND campaigns, come into play. Writing allows my mind to be free, to wonder, and to create in a way that I feel is productive, without actively thinking I am trying to be so. I didn’t realize writing was such an outlet, until after graduating high school, then it stopped feeling like homework.
Katherine MacKiePublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsA Wall of Scissors
I've always been surrounded by sewing. My mother was a seamstress. She made all my clothes, costumes for local theater and vocal groups, and she even made all the choir robes and stoles at my childhood church. She was known as the "sewing lady" around town and heaven forbid that I would touch her beloved Singer sewing machine.
Patti WenzelPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsThe Sky Just Fell. So NOW what?
It became over before it even really started. One day I started working for a publishing company, became a published author through that time while helping thousands of clients with their books. My clients loved me and I loved them. We had a great and growing relationship. Many of them kept coming back and publishing more books. Said they couldn't do the next steps without me. They liked my voice and loved my laugh. I was helpful, I was encouraging and I was a great listener(that's what they always told me).
Kathy LesterPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsTo Love and Not Be Loved
I sliced my hand with a pair of scissors in attempt to package my first art print. You wouldn't know how excited I was to send out my very first copy of an original piece.
AmourrroPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsThe Resignation
To the Board of Trustees; I have been part of this organization for seven years and have been honored to be a part of rebuilding the Museum into a bigger part of the Community and building new events to bring people closer together.
Mae McCreeryPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsMarty and Me
“You talkin’ to me? You talkin’ to me?” “Yes, Dad. Pass the ketchup!” There’s a postcard of Taxi Driver in my Dad’s movie gallery (the downstairs toilet).
Billy FrancisPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsWould the audience wish to respond?
Yes I would like to address the crew members involved with hiring and creating new roles for seeking individuals. First off I would like to acknowledge the efforts being put forth to expand the normalcy of the work environment. The new pathways of hybrid, remote, traveling, and interstate opportunities is a refreshing new trend if I must admit. Now I do have a few concerns with the success rate for someone like myself who desires to work. Personally the last few years have been times of learning and coming to terms with true intentions of others and the primitive behaviors people expose through competitive aims for status and position within companies.
"Show"Published 3 years ago in Confessions