humanity
The real lives of businessmen, professionals, the everyday man, stay at home parent, healthy lifestyle influencers, and general feel good human stories.
Life After University
For as long as I can remember, I wanted to go to university, so when it got closer, and eventually came around, I was ecstatic. In September 2014, I moved into my accommodation, and I remember feeling incredibly homesick for the first couple of weeks or so. There was this constant feeling that I was going to actually be sick, but after attending some lectures and talking to a few people, it all settled down.
Danielle MurrayPublished 7 years ago in JournalFrank Goodberry
Frank Goodberry sighs loudly and throws another crunched up piece of paper into the wastepaper bin that sits against the wall, between his filing cabinet and his liquor cabinet. The liquor cabinet sees an awful lot more use than the filing cabinet does, that's for sure. There's very little inside that filing cabinet, as early into his career Frank Goodberry decided he probably didn't need to file that much stuff, so he wouldn't bother. It's a bit of a waste of space, to be honest, but his wife insisted he get one. It's been seven years since he had an actual job, a real tangible job, the kind of job that government officials are always trying to tout the numbers of. The kind of job where you get a regular pay check in return for providing some kind of service, such as working in a shop or filling things with concrete. Frank Goodberry hasn't had one of those jobs for seven years. For the last seven years he has been trying to make it on his own, trying to become self employed, self reliable, self something else. Working for the man no longer interests him, he's had enough of 'the Man', whoever that is. Unfortunately for Frank Goodberry, he's not had a great time of earning money without the interference of 'the Man'.
Dylan CopelandPublished 7 years ago in JournalDuran
I once met a man, his name was Duran. I know, awful, who would start a story with a rhyme. Duran was the type of character that needed a rhyme to introduce him, the fabulous being he seemed to be.
My Adventures as a Pizza Delivery Driver
In the short time that I have been delivering pizzas, I have been fortunate by not seeing many accidents on the roadways. But one day, I was driving along a popular road here in Town, while delivering pizzas and almost witnessed a horrible accident.
Rhonda FarleyPublished 7 years ago in JournalThe Price of Education and Teaching: Part X
My second principal was a male, sweet as can be but hardly ever did anything; his door was always open for anyone who wanted to talk with him, but that'd be almost all he'd do, listen, and not always.
Martina R. GallegosPublished 7 years ago in JournalThe Village
It takes a village to raise a child! You've heard the saying so many times it's probably lost its edge. What does it mean, though? I hear something very different when this platitude is uttered – rather, 'muttered'. I hear something very different, indeed.
Wayne ThomasPublished 7 years ago in JournalThe Price of Education and Teaching: Part IX
Because I really had no 'resources,' I went back to my husband's apartment but started looking for a place to rent close to work. It took me about a month, so I lived a month of almost complete silence and took my daughter out in her stroller so we could spend time together away from our hell; it was interesting that his side of the family never came around during this time, and not even before. I have a feeling my husband still hadn't told his family what was going on; it would've been too humiliating for him.
Martina R. GallegosPublished 7 years ago in JournalBreakfast Sandwich Makers are Tools for Mourning
The Breakfast Sandwich Maker is a $15 tribute to American economic malaise. It hit the market at a time when the U.S. Department of Labor stopped counting people who gave up fruitlessly looking for work in their unemployment statistics in a desperate attempt to paint a rosier picture of the Great Recession. Well-paid talking heads in big coastal cities were telling average Joes and Janes in flyover country that the new normal was scraping by with a little help from the dole. And as so-called experts sat with garbage smiles and wagging fingers, telling flyover country to check its privilege as jobs went overseas and foreclosures stole homes, this machine made its debut on Meijer and Walmart shelves. And while its utility in the kitchen may be questionable at best, this machine and its generic knock-offs served a greater purpose: to help working-class men and women to grieve the passing of the Good Life.
Patrick Murphy, MS, LLPCPublished 7 years ago in JournalMy Adventures as a Pizza Delivery Driver
It was the time of the year once more for the Super Bowl. I was the newest driver at work. On certain occasions throughout the year, everybody is required to be at work, like on Super Bowl Sunday. When I arrived at work that day, all of the other driver’s were busy beavers. Folding boxes, washing the dishes and putting them back in their proper places, answering the phones, filling up large containers of pizza sauce, and attending to the ovens in the front of the Store.
Rhonda FarleyPublished 7 years ago in JournalNightmare Boss
As I write, I wonder if I've been spoilt in my previous employment. While there have been people with whom I'd rather not have worked, I've been lucky with having nice long-term bosses and several years working with some lovely people.
Sapphire RavenclawPublished 7 years ago in JournalMy Adventures as a Pizza Delivery Driver
Last October at work, one of the Managers at the Store, decided to have a contest just for the delivery drivers. Up for grabs was a twenty-five dollar pre-paid Visa gift card. If nobody won the contest by the end of the month, the gift card went up to fifty dollars, and so forth. The way the contest went was, whichever delivery driver had the most friendliest customers' comments left on the feedback at the Store, won the gift card. If two delivery drivers were tied at the end of the month, then the gift card rolled over to the next month. So, let the Contest begin!
Rhonda FarleyPublished 7 years ago in JournalThe Price of Education and Teaching: Part VII
The three days I'd spent doing observation in what would be my future classroom, were just foreshadowing the rest of my teaching career.
Martina R. GallegosPublished 7 years ago in Journal