Published 11 months ago
I don’t know if this is a surprise to anyone, but people are constantly throwing up at the theatre. If we go a day with someone not throwing up, it is a miracle. Luckily, we are not the ones to clean that mess up. Even if we had to, I could not do it—weak stomach. There are thousands of stories I could tell you, like that one time some lady decided she wasn’t going to wait to in line to use the restroom, so she did all her business in the lobby… gross, I know.
I've been in and out of the psychiatric hospital ever since my teenage years. It really started with my single parent upbringing—not having anything we wanted and being frustrated with nothing to do all the time. It can really be so boring that you end up going mad. I was not malnourished, but I remember days my friend would come over wanted something to eat and I was like there is no food. They would say yes you do come on let's look. I would show them and they'd be like oh you're right there isn't anything. Sometimes they would invite me over to supper, I think out of pity.
On almost a daily basis I come across one of those click-bait articles that claims it has all of the information you need in order to make $500 a week working from the comfort of your couch or simply working for yourself.
The huge trend of working for a rideshare company has come to a calm. However, the streets are still saturated with drivers in all major cities. Many drivers do Uber or Lyft full-time and earn a decent living. Other drivers, do it for fun or to earn some extra bucks, hence working part-time. It is these part-timers that probably benefit without having to deal with stress in the long run.
Published about a year ago
I have worked the entire time I've been in school, undergrad and post-grad. As a master's level student I find myself the same age as people in my workplaces, or sometimes the youngest person and either way speaking up is a problem.
I walked onto the train as I did every day. I listened as the announcer reeled off the same stops I'd heard 100 times before. I heard the name of my town and didn't smile or frown. I grabbed hold of the nearest blue pole next to me and stared down the train. My eyes wandered past the man who sat beneath my arm, staring past the woman who smiled at her phone and into the glass that revealed even more passengers beyond it—carriages full of commuters. People getting from one place to another, on the same journey as me.
See, I’ve always been a writer. Since I was little and all throughout school, I could write my way through any essay, short story or book report. And have always viewed it as being enjoyable instead of tasking. Writing has unfailingly been a passion of mine, and that passion has only grown as I’ve gotten older. When you’re young, passion and creativity seem never ending. But when you try to make a living off that passion, you soon realize that creativity comes in inconsistent waves. Even when you’re doing what you love, that inconsistency can often leave you frustrated and feeling like a failure.
Hello and thank you for your time. My name is Kristen B. Hasty. I am a certified travel agent located in Chicago, IL. I started BHasty Travel service 2 years ago after I enjoyed an island hopping 7 day cruise. We experienced so much in those 7 days. I fell in love with the travel industry and the experiences it has to offer. I also realized that going on vacation was more within my reach than I realized.
An influence women I know is all about leadership. Which got me to really questioning what my leadership type is.
The second job I ever had was working for a theme park in the photos department. And while there were good times, there were also moments where I just wanted to melt behind the counter from embarrassment or even just frustration. I remember my first angry and aggressive guest. He was approximately 35 years old and had his wife with him. Working for the photos department required us to know the policies of the department and the park. If a person does anything inappropriate, the photo gets censored. So being the newly trained employee I was, I checked the photo like I was supposed to do. From what I saw, the guy had shot the middle finger at the camera (a censorable offense). Then I waited until I saw the gentleman, who was with his wife and asked him politely and courteously not to do it again. He said that he didn't do it but that's what almost everyone says when they get caught. So I explained to him that I have photographic evidence that he did it when I should have just apologized and said: "Yes, sir."
A few days ago I went into work expecting it to be a good day and it was beginning to feel like it had been. That is until I had to deal with my coworker who likes to start fights every now and then. I could tell my coworker was getting irritated and usually when that happens, he comes at me verbally with full force. To avoid confrontation, I attempted to move on to the next topic, just hoping that he would calm down. Unfortunately, that is not what happened and he exploded.