I have been a server/waiter on and off for over 10 years. In that time I have worked in anything from burger joints with a 50's theme to high end where you have to be able to pair food to wine and even done a bit of banquet serving. Regardless of where I have lived or been in life lessons I learned serving have helped out in other jobs and areas of life. Whether it is in money or conflict resolution there are lots of lessons in serving to improve your life.
If you are thinking about becoming a tax accountant, one of the most important questions you must ask yourself is "is being a tax accountant hard?" This is often an important question to ask, as not all tax accountants are created equal. Some accountants are highly qualified to handle complex accounting and other tax preparation tasks.
When I started my corporate career experience, I never could have foreseen the many difficult life lessons I would learn that would shape me into who I am today. Most of my time in that world spanned my 20s and early 30s, and while I was definitely mature for my age, I had no idea what I was in for. I unfortunately had to learn the very hard way that not only was I not allowed to make mistakes as a Black woman, any mistakes I did make would live with me in ways it wouldn't for others. I learned at all times, I was being held to a different standard than my counterparts, as most Black people are in their given professions.
I met a young man the other day the moment before he died. With my job I come across a lot of dead people. As an EMT, it is our job to call a time of death for people we get called to with obvious signs of death. Obviously, when we get called to a cardiac arrest and the patient is workable we do what we need to, to try and bring the person back to life. But, the other day was just strange. I’ve never met someone the moment before they passed away. He was having shortness of breath – gave him some oxygen and he said it made him feel better while we transported him to the nearest hospital. I have to add that this person had a terminal illness, but wasn’t given a time and wasn’t considered a hospice patient. We were talking and his family was with us, holding his hand for the ride. Upon arriving at the hospital, I transferred care to them, made him comfortable in his hospital bed and told him and his family that I hoped he feels better.
It all started with a Facebook post. At least, for me, it did. Out-dated and falsified articles are majority of what gets passed around on social media. So when I came across one mentioning a possible unknown virus coming from Asia, I just kept scrolling. I mean, I’m a lab tech. If there is an outbreak of anything, we will be right in the middle of it. I knew that if it was real, my peers and I would be the first to know seeming as how we would be the ones testing for this so called “coronavirus”.
You may have seen terms like “plotter” and “pantser” tossed around in writing communities and – if you’re not a writer or you’re new to those communities – you might be confused about what, exactly, they mean.