Workplace
The Educator in Me
My name is Helen, known to my learners and parents as Ms. Helen. I have always wanted to teach. My seven year old version of me begun teaching my younger siblings. My parents would solicit me to be the home work helper when they were too busy to do so. I had some non cooperative students but my parents made sure they were at least half way compliant. My passion was reading and writing as an elementary student. I loved to teach others to read and write. When I turned sixteen, I got a job working in a child care setting during the summer which further cultivated my passion of teaching.
By Words by Mary4 years ago in Confessions
Is Your Salesperson Calling You a Bogue?
The first time I heard the word ‘bogue’ was when I was training to work at a car dealership. I wasn’t sure what the word meant, but my manager used a negative tone when he said it. It wasn’t long before he’d used the word enough times for me to figure it out. He was referring to guests with a low credit score while trying to buy a car. He warned us that a bogue wouldn’t attempt to negotiate the price of the car.
By Jade M.4 years ago in Confessions
Day Has Gone By
The hospital is on a special land once belonging to the Cherokee. It is alongside the Tennessee River in Chattanooga. The Cherokee were removed from these very coordinates in 1838 and then the Union Army nearly starved to death in the same location in the winter of 1863.
By American Wild4 years ago in Confessions
Saving Banana Man
I had never dreamed of becoming a social worker. My mum, and a host of aunts, uncles and cousins were all happiest in front of the classroom. Being a teacher was in my blood. I had always escaped the tension and sorrow at home by retreating to my bedroom and diving deep into school projects.
By Geri McKenzie4 years ago in Confessions
Never Meant to Be Sent: Angry Letter to My Old Boss. Top Story - December 2021.
Dear -----, It's been more than a year since I worked for you. I spent three years of my life under your nose. I'm still angry at you. I decided writing a letter that you'll never read might help me to get over you.
By Andrea Lawrence4 years ago in Confessions
My Airbnb Guests
"to all the writers of experiences - you are free to create the experience you wish more of." They say, "every person is an experience" but then the rationale dictates. Every experience is not desirable. And by that logic, every person is not desirable especially if it’s your family.
By Mithyajoj (penname)4 years ago in Confessions
My Struggle with Success
The day I turned sixteen, I learned a terrible truth about myself that would haunt every decision I would make for the rest of my life. I don't know what made me turn out this way. Certainly not my tireless parents, a lack of education, or opportunity, but no matter the reason, I learned that I was doomed to work for myself.
By Michael Thompson4 years ago in Confessions
How a Trauma Death Can Turn Doctors into Better Surgeons
This article was previously authored by Dr. James Goydos and published on Medika Life May 2021. On a Friday night in the Fall of 1992, I was the fifth-year Chief Surgical Resident on call at a level-one trauma center in central Connecticut. This meant that, other than the in-house cardiac surgical attending, I was the head surgeon in the hospital at the time. At approximately 11:00 PM that evening we received a trauma alert with the victim arriving in the ER within the next 10 minutes.
By James Goydos, MD4 years ago in Confessions
Delivery Driver Confessional vol. 1
Delivering you see all kinds of crazy things. See people on the streets doing wacky dances for themselves. See things being delivered that shouldn't be ordered through a delivery service. I’ve seen the same person asleep for 3 days straight on the side of the road. Today I want to tell you a story that you might not realize could be a story. This is my Delivery Driver Confessional.
By Jose Sanchez4 years ago in Confessions
