The real lives of businessmen, professionals, the everyday man, stay at home parent, healthy lifestyle influencers, and general feel good human stories.
Living Paycheck to Paycheck
For the last year I have been living paycheck to paycheck. Although, in the beginning, it was easy because I did not have much to pay for. Just the usual rent and food to get me through the next two weeks.
The Fear Caused by Unemployment
After my high school graduation, the first thing on my mind was, WHAT NOW? I didn’t have any plans as for college because I was leaving the country, so my dreams of going were crashed by my reality and economic status, so I knew that I was gonna focus on getting over my depression and get a job as soon as possible to start saving for college. Everyone else knew what college they were going to, what career they were gonna study, and had their minds on the game, meanwhile I was hyperventilating since I was a fish that was changed out of his tank and moved to another one—bigger—where the language and the culture was different, and another whole way of how being an adult works.
More often than not, I feel like people who work in hospitality deserve medals. Not only because of the physical demands of ten-hour shifts but also the surprisingly high concentration of assholes in this industry. This excerpt comes from the resignation email I sent to a well-known, London-based, Australian brasserie that is supposed to be an ethical and laid back place. Right.
How To Survive as A Low Income Person
Somehow, on an income of six hundred or more, I survive as a low-income person. I manage to save $100 a month, give or take what I have left. I’m trying to save more money this year and to make more money. I used to have incremental spending, which meant to spend gently around a certain amount like $600, then $500, then $400, etc. I need a part-time job by now to pay for extra expenses like therapy. I’m glad my schizophrenia is finally treated long enough for me to be able to keep it together at work. I’m looking for work in freelance article writing as well as writing copy. It might be time to take my skill into some company out there.
The Meaning of "Home"
This morning was cold. Frigid, really. I dragged myself out of bed, threw on a sweater, and braced myself for the 10-minute drive to work. I could see my breath in my car the entire way, and the heat didn't even kick in until I pulled into our pothole-filled driveway.
For My Ears
So I drive Uber and Lyft for extra money just like most people in my city. I started driving for Uber over a year ago and I have meet some pretty interesting people from all over. When providing this service I thought to start a video confessional for any of my riders who wanted to talk or who had some things they wanted to get off their chest. Needless to say, I never followed through with it, which I am really not that upset about, but I still have had some very interesting and amazing conversations with some beautiful people. Today in particular, I wasn't feeling life to say the least, I've felt a weight on my heart more and more lately. It's hard to wake up some mornings to be the productive energized person that I am. I enjoy daily interactions with people for the most part lol, but it definitely felt like it was becoming more and more challenging. The fighter in me knows that sh*t has to get done either way, so I apply extra effort to push through. In my pushing today I started driving for Uber and happen to meet and have an encouraging conversation with a beautiful, intelligent, and enthusiastic young lady. She hopped in the car spoke (some people do not), so we were already off to a good start. She made a phone call, so I naturally turned Kendrick down, which she was jamming to before she made her phone call..we're vibin' now and she doesn't even know it. By now I know her name, zodiac sign, where she is from and that she is an actress. We start talking and she continues to expound upon an issue that she was having with an upcoming play she was casted for, she tells me how someone was attempting to get over on her and the rest of the cast. My passenger had already come up with a solution to this problem on every level the rest would be up to other hands to help out where needed. She is determined to reach her dreams and I could hear her determination in her voice. When people open up to me I do the same it is an exchange of energy and love to me, this is one of the best things about being human to me, a positive exchange of energy. I told her of the issues I had been having since the new year had started, my heart hurt, a tightening in my chest that was attempting to take me out. I felt for a while I suffered from depression, but in that moment I've come to the realization that it's some bullshit (not mental illness), but I had misdiagnosed myself. She helped me understand what was really going on, she said "he" was working against me, that "he" knows you're moving forward moving toward something great and "he" wants to stop you. I knew who "he" was, she was speaking of the devil or those negative forces that only find joy in others misery. The thing about is I could feel it, I've felt myself evolving and moving in the right direction, but there was something that wanted me to feel like everything was impossible for me. This sweet stranger was what I needed today to help me, I believe this was God's doing, she was intentionally placed in my car as my passenger in order for that message to be heard by my ears. The fact that I am a writer and she is an actress is just a bonus! I truly appreciate Jessica for her words today, she said this will be the best fu*kin year, claim it!! I have claimed it and written down what I will work hard to achieve. This journey is mine and one of the best parts of it are the wonderful people I meet. I will continue to be encouraged and hope that I will bring encouragement and wisdom to those I will meet on my way. Stay blessed!!
When Profiling Isn't Harmful
For over 15 years I worked the doors in Melbourne, I have encountered enough things to last a life time of articles and stories, but today I want to speak about how profiling can save someone from harm.Consider this, you are a bouncer at a club that varies the clientele nightly, in a weekend you may have a gay night, a "Race" night, you may have a 28 and older night etc. These nights are niches in which specific communities can gather together and have fun and act like tools in the comfort of whatever they are. Sometimes it is a great idea, others... not so great."Race" nights normally are not called this, its more a term we use in the industry and to be honest we know it will be a night of issues. Generally you hear "African Night" or "Croatian Night" etc. Here comes where profiling saves you from harm. I will explain from a personal story. In my early days of drunk babysitting, I was asked to assist in an African night, and I loved it, the vibe was great, girls gorgeous, dudes good fun. The night went on with a few squabbles and drunks going about their rants, till I made a mistake, let two whites dudes inside—not considering any harm, they were well dressed, well mannered and just starting their night type of drunk. It was not ten minutes in I hear the call to a huge fight, I run in, meeting my brothers in arms to a scene of several people beating the living hell out of these two white guys. We pulled them out, they refused medical attention and we ended up shutting the night down early due to that incident killing the vibe.Now some may hear this story and say, "Those Africans obviously racist." and that could be a case for possible individual feelings but not the reality. See the white guys went in and were greeted well, even offered drinks which they accept. While at the bar, the two white guys said and I am quoting the bartender here, "Even here we are superior," which obviously more than one person took offense too. From that day I decided I would be a professional bigot on the doors. This was not the only case of this sort of thing happening and generally comes from inexperience. I didn't consider race or religion or culture when I dealt with people, I only assumed their attitude, intoxication level, and or dress. Now that has changed.I got called a bigot often, and I took it happily cause I knew that whoever I refused based on profiling would not likely be waking up in hospital or worse the next day. I refused gay guys and Middle Eastern guys into redneck bars, I refused Greek guys into Turkish nights etc. It sounds wrong, and it is and hated doing it, but it kept people safer. Does this mean I always did this? No, you have to consider other factors. Now if someone who "isn't of the crowd" comes up with those who are, good chance that person will be safe.I was probably most selective at LGBT events than anything. I was not about to allow a group of straight guys go into a gay night or even Hen's nights. Trust me on this it can cause issues, damn the things I've seen. Now again, this is not some golden rule, I did on occasion let straight guys into gay nights, why? Some guys literally would go to those nights for safety reasons, or some would be discovering their own sexuality and I cannot be the guy to deny them that. In the end it is case by case but profiling can literally save your life if done for the right reasons—agree or not; I sleep well at night knowing I helped others avoid very dangerous situations.
Walking Down a Life Path
As a kid, you learn the simple side about money. You become very happy to even have a quarter or a dollar. As you get older, you acknowledge the harsher side of money. You learn that money is what makes your country and the world run. You learn that the best life you can have depends mostly on money; to have a phone that suits your taste, to have a house, to have a car, to buy the clothes you want, to be able to travel, and so much more.
A Job Is a Job
Getting a job can be both easy and difficult. To be honest, there are plenty of jobs, not many dream jobs, but there are jobs close to it. From life experience and getting to know people, finding the right (dream) job is a pain. If you know a person who isn’t working, their reason is that no one would hire them. It is because they aren’t looking for a job. Getting a job just to survive or paying a portion of the rent isn’t that difficult to find. Yes, it may suck for a while, just until you see something you like that's better. Even YouTubers still worked until they got a better offer.
The Season of Giving...?
Care, but Be Aware Now, I know what you might be thinking: how can this girl be so cold? How can she not help those in need especially during the season of giving?
The Future for Human Creativity
Can creativity be taught? The ancient Chinese believed that all things are made of a mix of yin and yang, that while one may predominate nothing can exist as wholly only yin or only yang.
Why I Write
I write because I can’t help it. Thoughts and feelings spill out of my mind with every waking moment, like a child unable to control their crayon within the lines of a colouring book. I write because if I did not I would be driven mad, stuck on a carousel with more weight pressing me down with every rotation and no end in sight. I write because I’m scared. I am so scared, so often and no one will ever see it. Fear runs wild though my blood and even though I know it’s only in my mind I can still feel it snaking down my limbs, tying me down; if I did not dispel it with the ink from my pen I would stay tied forever.