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The real lives of businessmen, professionals, the everyday man, stay at home parent, healthy lifestyle influencers, and general feel good human stories.
5 Ways the Covid-19 Pandemic is Transforming Hiring and Recruitment
Australia has once again entered an economic recession due to the Coronavirus pandemic. The last time it faced a major labor market shock was during the Great Depression. With the government strictly implementing lockdowns to comply with health and safety protocols, local companies are thinking about how they can recover from the Covid-19 crisis. Thousands of people have lost their jobs since May of 2020, significantly bringing up the unemployment rate of the country.
By Next Day Recruitment5 years ago in Journal
Workaholic Logic
Workaholic Logic For Member Only This is my master mind for Members Only. I have worked in the workforce for the last forty years. I started at the aged of 16 and worked for the famous Lloyds bank as a bank teller. I next I moved to Alaska where my father lived and look through the yellow pages and found a job at a bank. My father had said I was only eighteen I could stay there with him and go to college. I got out on the bus in Alaska and found a job. I was bewildered because I was in Love. My Navy man ex-lover sent for me to come to San Diego. When I arrived the airline lost my luggage? It was a difficult time. A few days after I arrived my luggage was returned. Immediately I start to interview for work and quickly I landed a job in a financial institution and was balancing ledgers. But things did not work out in San Diego, so I had to make a emergency move back to my Moms house in Los Angeles. I started to work for my Mom casting service in Los Angeles. We did get movie to one cast. Things at home were tough and the casting company was having problems. I was always a workaholic. Mom was having difficulties, so I took another Bank Teller job in Los Angeles on the famous Wilshire Blvd. After some months I started to search for a job in a manufacturing company. I started just redoing all their files and organizing a file closet. They really like my attitude, so they start cross training me on all the jobs for the entire company. They promoted me to Technical Supervisor, I was running computer reports on the tape reel type of the 1980 before internet. I did all their data entry and payrolls, and everything was sent reel to reel to Michigan. It was amazing. Then suddenly after being married to my first husband, he decided he wanted to move to Las Vegas. I moved and as soon as I got there, I started looking for work and found a job that said receptionist. What I ended up getting hired to do was Financial Aid in the Tech School Industry. For four years I handled financial aid and that included Financial Aid for school and Audits. I sat in with a VA Audit and I learned about Indian Finance. I was very interested. Next, I got hired to do financial aid for a Cosmetology school. I was very excited to continue with finance. It was near that time that I decided to go back to school but finances kept me under the gun. I than found myself getting out of a bad marriage. I had to move form Vegas and leave my Jewelry thief and criminal husband. He was taking away to jail. I submitted about ten resumes to schools is California. It was a all-male welding school that hired me full time for financial aid.
By Wanda B Henry5 years ago in Journal
Finding Yourself
We all envision how we want our lives to be like, while we are growing up. Some children want to be a cop, fire fighter, lawyer. Some want to be a dancer or painter, a doctor, or nurse. Some boys want to be cowboys, and girls start planning their weddings from the time they are 4 years old. As for me, I never really could figure that out. I remember being a kid with a lot of responsibility, that just wanted acceptance for who I was. Even though I couldn't even figure that one out. It was always like I was told how I needed to be, or what I needed to be doing. If not from my mom or dad, grandma, other adults, it was friends, and other kids and students I went to school with, too. It's like I was taught to just go with the flow, instead of making sure I make my stand, for myself. And now figuring out my adult life, I've found a lot of things to be challenging, when it comes time for me to have to stand up for myself. Be who I feel I am. It has taken 30 years to feel the freedom, to be able to find the things that I feel make me happy and find what and who I am meant to be. Not saying that I have all found the answers, or have figured the secret of life out, but I have learned that you can not make everyone happy by trying to find your own happiness. Nor, can you make yourself happy, trying to keep everyone else happy. Everyone will have an opinion of what they think is best, or just an opinion, that can be kept to themselves. I've learned to say, Fuck it! I gonna do me, regardless!
By Kayla Lynn Waksmonski5 years ago in Journal
The Government Is About To Put This Two-Legged Mammal On The Endangered Species List
Office jobs might be dead. At this very moment in time, you're either nodding your head or shaking it. You bobbleheads out there (I say that will love) prolly already agree with this and likely have been saying this for some time now. Maybe even thinking that it's about time someone actually wrote what you've known to be true.
By Rick Martinez5 years ago in Journal
When your tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear the sound
One of the pitfalls of writing is obtaining a viable audience. Everyone who writes desires for their tree to fall in the woods and for there to be someone who hears it. Unfortunately for writers, there is always the possibility that no one will hear your tree hit the ground and that there will be no sound. In the photo, my son and I were walking on a trail when we came to this tree that had fallen.
By Cheryl E Preston5 years ago in Journal
A Writer's World
The old floorboards creak with the added weight of the person creeping ever closer to my tiny hiding spot. I clamp my hand tightly over my mouth, trying to stifle any noise from my breathing. As they inch closer, my body begins to vibrate with anticipation of what is to come and I swallow my fear, steadying myself and removing my hand from my lips.
By Nicki Williams 5 years ago in Journal
The Write Bea
Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Bea, and I began to write since I was a preteen. I did not know that I wanted to write back then, I just remember feeling happy when I wrote for a “Just Say No to Drugs” essay writing contest and received an award from the sitting President of the United States of America.
By Beatriz Magana5 years ago in Journal
Finding My True Creative Purpose Through the Revolution of Women Who Barely Have the Right to Exist
I was pacing back and forth the same few blocks on the main street of a small town for the last ten minutes. Most people I was crossing were staring at me with perplexed looks on their faces — I could sense they were not used to see a foreigner visiting this part of the country.
By Mynah Marie5 years ago in Journal
Crafting to Raise Awareness
I was working as an office administrator at a community minded church a few years ago and we learned, (through a women’s group wanting to use our facility for an event), about how human trafficking was happening in our community. We held a few informational events ourselves and formed a committee to study the issue and to figure out what we might be able to do to help. The first thing we did was put together a program to provide care bags for survivors of human trafficking, who often do not have anything of their own when they are supported into shelters. We gave these bags to the women’s organization and to the first responders who were working with trafficking survivors in the community. I was hesitant to get involved with the issue personally, because I knew it would break my heart to be near the stories of these women, and that my desire to help might take over my life. But one day I was standing in a store looking at towels and washcloths to find my contribution to add to one of our care bags, and I started to cry. I usually buy the cheapest towels for my home, because I don’t really care too much about them. But as I was looking at the quality of towels in the store, I was thinking about how this woman might feel, receiving a bag full of things that were just for her, knowing that it meant someone out there cared about her situation. And I had to find the prettiest color of towel to bring cheer to her heart, and the softest feeling towel to bring comfort to her ravaged body.
By Denise Voth5 years ago in Journal
Create your Happiness
Sometimes, I get a feeling that there isn’t enough time to create. There isn’t enough time to spend with myself imagining, daydreaming and writing or reading or listening to music, dancing, getting lost inside myself. Those idyllic moments when you have nowhere to be and no one around and you can be with you, truly just listening to your creative urges and where that wants to take you.
By Carissa KR5 years ago in Journal
