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What It's Like To Be

What It's Like To Be

From postal worker to film producer, what is it like to do what you do?

  • Ayesha Arshad
    Published 3 months ago
    The Struggles of an Author

    The Struggles of an Author

    "Aren't the non-writing folks muggles to our fascinating world of Words?" "Let’s welcome Matt Anvil, the best selling author of the horror genre," Jimmy Kimmel shouted.
  • Leighton Beck
    Published 3 months ago
    Doom on Grooms

    Doom on Grooms

    The life of a groom is never an easy one, but for some of us, it's a good option when you want to work in a stable, see some competitions, and maybe have some riding lessons. You work a hard schedule with overwhelming workloads, little money, and enough stress to make you want to die. Here are some helpful things you need to know about working as a groom before you decide to work as a groom in Germany. Although I’m sure these are things that can apply to working as a groom in any country, my experience has primarily been in Germany and bit in America.
  • Ruth Elizabeth Stiff
    Published 3 months ago
    SERVANTS IN THE EDWARDIAN ERA

    SERVANTS IN THE EDWARDIAN ERA

    Many of us have seen “Upstairs Downstairs,” “Gosford Park” and, more recently, “Downton Abbey,” and do we not ‘wonder’ at how life was back then, in the Edwardian Era. To be a Servant or “In Service” was looked at as a decent job, with a possibility of promotion (after many years), especially if you worked “in the big house.” My own grandmother was a maid in service before getting married, and the photo of her in her maid’ uniform, is quite an heirloom. I remember her trying to teach me ‘Silver Service’ (serving in the dining room) and how ‘strange’ it all seemed to me personally.
  • Jessica Wharton
    Published 3 months ago
    What It's Like To Be: A Sociotherapist

    What It's Like To Be: A Sociotherapist

    When it comes to social workers, a certain stock image is likely what comes to mind: a stern, no-nonsense presence, a clipboard in one hand and metaphorical red tape in the other; an agent of the state, likely with the best intentions but ultimately lacking a certain level of compassion.
  • Anangsha Alammyan
    Published 3 months ago
    To Be a Successful Writer, Stop Thinking Your Work Has Value

    To Be a Successful Writer, Stop Thinking Your Work Has Value

    Before I start this article, here's a disclaimer: I am not a successful writer. All I have done is publish three books that had decent sales and some pretty amazing reviews from readers all across the globe. I have also managed to become 7x Top Writer on Medium in 45 days of writing here, and am a 2x Top Writer on Quora.
  • Vishnu Aravindhan
    Published 3 months ago
    Future Of Data Scientist

    Future Of Data Scientist

    Data science has been a trending field of study in recent times, this is because of the amount of data that we create constantly and the computing power that is available with advancements in technology.
  • Teresa Wegrzyn
    Published 3 months ago
    Public Service Part  II

    Public Service Part II

    While working as an EMT my partner and I were sent to a car rental place across from Newark Airport. This was the farthest part of our coverage area. When we got there we found a man who was 6'4" and a good 230 lbs. He was dangerously close to the highway at rush hour. We knew that there was no way were going to be able to handle this guy by ourselves so we tried to call for backup. The air traffic was really heavy, we didn't have repeaters on our radios so we kept getting stepped on when we tried to get help. We knew we had to get him away from the highway so we approached him slowly. I said, " Excuse me Sir you need to come away from there. You could get badly hurt and we might cause a car accident." Well, he didn't seem to like that idea so he started chasing me around the parking area. I managed to get around him a couple of times but honestly. I'm only 4'11' so one of his strides was at least six of mine. He cornered me against a wall, the parking lot was kind of shaped like a U." I was trying to duck under him but then he threw a punch at my head. I put my hand up to shield my face. My fingers were splayed open. He took the opportunity to grab my hand interlocking my his fingers into mine. He then yanked me up off the ground and immediately separating my right shoulder. He then extended his arm up as high as he could which left me dangling on my tip toes sort of twisting back and forth. It hurt like living hell but I didn't make a sound. I was afraid to scream out because I didn't know what he would do. He didn't speak to me, not once. It took a while for help to arrive so I stroked his stomach with my free hand telling him help was coming. My partner was great. He kept talking to me to keep me calm. We talked about the jackass who was taping this entire event instead of calling 911. We talked to his co-workers and asked them to call 911. I think they were all just to scared to move. They did however give us some further information which might have been useful before this started. They told us that his name was Windell, he worked there, but when he went on a break he went into the bathroom and came out with white powder on his face under his nose. We found out a couple of days later that he had snorted cocaine and Haldol , two drugs that can cause hallucinations, violence and other things. I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream but I just couldn't. My partner, Bob , was awesome. He didn't want to leave me to get to our ambulance and kept trying and trying to get help on the air. When he finally did his focus was 100% on me. He even made me laugh a bit. He listened to me when I told him what I wanted done at my funeral. I told him that no one should bring red roses because my Mom hated them because Dad had given them to her during a tough time in their relationship. I also asked him to have someone play the song , " Lady" STYX version for her and the song " Wild Horses, for my sister Liz. I also asked that the song " The Flame" be played for my Dad even though he wouldn't be there. He had died in 1991 but I still wanted him to be at my funeral and this was the song he said reminded him of me. Bob just listened. He didn't try to tell me that I was going to be alright because we both knew that might not be the case. We both knew that at any moment he could snap my neck. I just kept stroking his stomach. That powder blue T-shirt will never leave my mind.
  • Frank Racioppi
    Published 3 months ago
    The Dirt Whisperer

    The Dirt Whisperer

    It’s 1930, six ironworkers sit on a girder about 1,000 feet above the Manhattan streets and eat lunch. It’s an iconic photo meant to symbolize the skill, bravery and dedication of the men who built one of the world’s most enduring and famous structures – the Empire State Building. While the workers on the ground at the Empire State Building site didn’t get the publicity granted the high-flying girder walkers, the heavy equipment operators who cleared the site between 33rd and 34th streets on Fifth Avenue and anchored all 102 floors to the ground proved critical to the safety, stability, legacy and longevity of the skyscraper.
  • Teresa Wegrzyn
    Published 3 months ago
    Public Service

    Public Service

    Hi, I'm Teresa. I'm 56 yrs old now but when I was in my 20's and 30's I was an EMT ( Emergency Medical Technician not Elevator Maintenance Technician). I started out pretty late at the age of 26. It took me a long time to figure out what I wanted to do with my life. I was in retail for years, an office manager for a Home Health Company and I cleaned houses for a bit. I was struggling with depression for quite a while and working these jobs didn't help. I had always had an obsession with helping people, trying to make the world a better place. I had friends in High School who were volunteers on our township First Aid and Rescue Squad. I was really interested in doing this but I was told I was to sensitive to do that kind of work and it would destroy me. I believed that for several years but when I saw an advertisement in our local paper that the North Brunswick First Aid and Rescue Squad was in need of volunteers I answered the ad and was on my way to finally doing something that I loved for 12 years.