"My dictionary defines opportunity as a set of circumstances that make it possible to do something. The world has conditioned us to wait for an opportunity, have the good sense to spot it, and hope to strike at the appropriate time. But if opportunity is just a set of circumstances, why are we waiting around for the stars to align? Rather than waiting and pouncing with a high degree of failure, you might as well go ahead and create the set of circumstances on your own. If you make the opportunity, you'll be first in position to take advantage of it."—Biz Stone, THiNGS A LiTTLE BiRD TOLD ME.
Before I became a full-time brand journalist, a large portion of my freelancing days consisted of producing and editing performance criticism, as well as providing news coverage for an online theatre magazine.
Disabled people need money just like everybody else. Some of us are fairly functional and can handle working. I’m applying as a cook at a chain restaurant. The open interviews are today. My knee is more functional, so I’m making myself get up, get dressed, and go. I will walk to the light rail and take the bus. It’s just one location because there is a restaurant in my neighborhood. I need a fast-paced job that is not boring, that will not stress me out. I’m a good cook, so cooking is it.
Companies in this political climate are into blatant discrimination but that depends on the company since I mean, really, I have to disclose my disability because type 1 diabetes can turn lethal very quickly. I cannot spend my life hiding it if only because that gets dangerous. And if this scenario gets dangerous, well, a company can’t interfere with this. My brainwashing haunts me. “I’m disabled and can’t work,” what a silly narrative. This narrative is pretty bad. I’m trying to undo the brainwashing. I have tried to get this brainwashing system across to my career counselors, and some get it but others do not. Normal people who have not been mistreated run across abusers of the style I have had run-ins with my whole life.
Have you ever been at your job and wondered why you're here? Do you feel lost on your off days? Every week millions of people cash their checks just to spend their money on their so-called responsibilities, just to go back to work for a company that has profited off their labor. This causes aniexty for a lot of people who do not have a sense of self and they soon identify as just a part of the corporate machine. This aniexty manifests itself in ugly ways like drug habits, spending habits, and dysfunctional behavior at home. Some people start to lose themselves and become two different people on and off the clock, making people subconsciously feel below their employers and lash out at other people (i.e. family, friends, coworkers) in ways that they don't normally act and they don't know why.
I'm a student, currently in my third year of a four year degree in Music and Theatre. Tonight, I attended a production put on by my upperclassmen, written by a graduate of (the Theatre half of) my program. It was an absolutely phenomenal production. Both the actors' performances and the play itself were truly beautiful, heart-rending, and human. I cried (a lot), and gave them a rousing standing ovation of my own volition, which is rather rare. There was a reception after the show, and I knew I had to use it as an opportunity both to congratulate my fellow actors and especially to reach out to the playwright and let her know how exquisite her work was.
It's month four working armed security in Afghanistan, and I find myself working tower guard alone. THANK GOD. Working alone seems to drive everyone else crazy, but I find it serene and peaceful being able to consume my own thoughts, no constant stress of always having a straight face, no bullshit attitude towards literally everyone around me. Why this particular attitude? Because if I don't watch my every single move, or gesture for that matter, I will be eaten up and spit out quickly in this man's world I've volunteered for.
What makes us feel good about our work?
As it is, I’m still looking for a job. Something part-time and out of the house. Preferably retail. It is possible where I live to do this. I applied at a pretzel shop at the mall, and a health foods store at the mall so far. There is a 711 in my neighborhood. I plan on applying there, if I can. Ideally, I want to be able to walk to work. I do need the extra income since I have to buy some pagan supplies like gemstones and herbs. This will eventually happen. I found a sweet insurance gig, which means that I can work very part-time and that’s okay by them.
I am dependent on my ADHD medication to get up before noon. Without it, I might sleep until five in afternoon. I am really not great at that whole show up fifteen minutes early thing… so two to five minutes early isn’t good enough? My room is in chaos all the time. I can’t find my makeup anymore. I’ve had jobs where they let me go after a few weeks because “I’m not the right fit.” Worse, one of those jobs didn’t give me any hours for two of those weeks… and expected me to drive half an hour to the location to see that I didn’t get any hours. I’m worried my ADHD puts too much strain on my personal relationships and everywhere I go, people seem to notice that I’m different …
Ah, it's flu season. The time of year where every other person is wearing a doctor's mask in public and you're left wondering whether they are sick, or they're trying to stay healthy. Either way, I avoid them at all costs. Being currently sick myself, I thought I would share some thoughts on having the flu while in school or when you have to work.
As the human race we are people; as people we have many different expectations to fulfill. Those expectations are our occupations. Whether we may or may not be paid for our occupation like most, it is still considered an occupation. We can be doctors, construction workers, cashiers, and teachers; or we can be labeled as mothers, and fathers, brothers, and sisters. The list is endless. We were all put here to do something. We weren’t created for the heck of it. As the human race we are important.