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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.
Campaign Launched To Help Preserve Memories Of NHS Workers Who Lost Their Lives In Covid 19 Pandemic
A campaign has been launched to help raise funds for the production of a couple of story books which aim to preserve the memories of NHS workers who have lost their lives during the Covid 19 pandemic. The money raised will go to help support NHS charities and the good work they do.
By Ashish Prabhu5 years ago in Journal
Intro
I'm here because Blogger has made it impossible for me to create posts with any of the ease that made everything so approachable in the beginning. On a grander scale, I'm here because I have a voice, and I fight for people to be successful in a life of sobriety by sharing my long story of my battle with addiction. I'm here because there is a small chance I might actually make $6 every now and then if enough people find my material interesting. We shall see...
By Vincent Maertz5 years ago in Journal
Black In Corporate
When I started my corporate career experience, I never could have foreseen the many difficult life lessons I would learn that would shape me into who I am today. Most of my time in that world spanned my 20s and early 30s, and while I was definitely mature for my age, I had no idea what I was in for. I unfortunately had to learn the very hard way that not only was I not allowed to make mistakes as a Black woman, any mistakes I did make would live with me in ways it wouldn't for others. I learned at all times, I was being held to a different standard than my counterparts, as most Black people are in their given professions.
By Whitney Smart5 years ago in Journal
The Moment Before He Died...
I met a young man the other day the moment before he died. With my job I come across a lot of dead people. As an EMT, it is our job to call a time of death for people we get called to with obvious signs of death. Obviously, when we get called to a cardiac arrest and the patient is workable we do what we need to, to try and bring the person back to life. But, the other day was just strange. I’ve never met someone the moment before they passed away. He was having shortness of breath – gave him some oxygen and he said it made him feel better while we transported him to the nearest hospital. I have to add that this person had a terminal illness, but wasn’t given a time and wasn’t considered a hospice patient. We were talking and his family was with us, holding his hand for the ride. Upon arriving at the hospital, I transferred care to them, made him comfortable in his hospital bed and told him and his family that I hoped he feels better.
By Robert Manning5 years ago in Journal
Working for MaryKay
My fiance and I have worked 3 different jobs over the last few years. And everytime, it was always JUST ENOUGH to pay the bills and buy groceries. Even the times we though we'd have extra money, something always managed to come up. It just wasn't enough. We couldn't save money, which has been our main goal the last 4 years. We wanted to save money to buy a house, we wanted to get a second car, we wanted to have extra money for emergencies, we have procedures we have to pay for. But we never have the money for any of those things because our regular jobs just weren't enough. Not to mention NO FLEXIBILITY, and NO JOB SECURITY. can you say "STRESSED" because that's where we were. Then one day, a very sweet lady offered me some free MaryKay samples, and of course as any girl who cares about skincare would, I jumped at it! She sent me to a facebook group where another beautiful woman did a live video showing how to use the products and spoke about her journey with MaryKay. She said some things that surprised me. First and foremost, MaryKay, unlike sephora or ulta, offers payment plans. That blew my mind and was really a make or break moment for me. Also, MaryKay consultants make 50% of commissions, THATS INSANELY HIGH! and lastly, Marykay is not a pyramid scheme, Everyone at every level makes a 50% profit. No one makes any less to pay the higher levels. So how do the higher levels make more money based on the lower levels? Simple. Commissions given to them by Mary Kay Corporate. It is coming out of the company’s pocket and not the lower level’s pockets. Again proving MaryKay is not a pyramid scheme. MaryKay pays you out of their 50% rather than taking out of the lower levels 50% which means money will never be taken from you, me or anyone who works for MaryKay to pay someone at a higher level. It'll be directly from MaryKays pocket. Just to break it down a little more, you start off making 50% and MaryKay makes 50% as you sell more product you move up, and as you move up you will start seeing your percentage go up from 50% while MaryKays percentage drops from 50%. So what you make has nothing to do with anyone else in the company. That(along with so many 9ther amazing things) is what sets this MLM company away from others. This company offers women a real chance with amazing well known products that sell themselves because there's already millions of women that use these products and love these products.
By Hailey Holland5 years ago in Journal
Racial Inequality in Accountancy:
According to research by the Telegraph, only 11 of the UK and Ireland’s Big Four accounting firms’ 3,000 partners are black — a staggering figure highlighting the enormous racial disparity in senior roles. This small figure equates to less than 0.4 per cent of the total. In light of recent events and protests that have swept the world, here we will discuss the racial inequality in senior roles in Ireland and what more could be done to bridge the gap and create more equal opportunities for people of different races.
By Fay McFarlane5 years ago in Journal
Priyatham Kumar| The Captain of Homes247.in
Priyatham Kumar is the visionary Founder and CEO of Homes247.in & it's sister concern India Estates. And these days, the real estate veteran is becoming synonymous with an upcoming technological revolution within the industry.
By Homes247.in5 years ago in Journal
Testing My Patience
It all started with a Facebook post. At least, for me, it did. Out-dated and falsified articles are majority of what gets passed around on social media. So when I came across one mentioning a possible unknown virus coming from Asia, I just kept scrolling. I mean, I’m a lab tech. If there is an outbreak of anything, we will be right in the middle of it. I knew that if it was real, my peers and I would be the first to know seeming as how we would be the ones testing for this so called “coronavirus”.
By Kat Elaine5 years ago in Journal
Catharsis
I was not actually employed by the company that belongs to the richest person in the world, according to the media. I got there through a recruiting agency, the type of entity that does not exists anywhere else on the old continent, as far as I am aware. To sign an actual contract with Amazon takes a lot of things that I don’t know, since I never got one.
By Ana-Maria Lazar5 years ago in Journal
Summer internship
Hello, my name is Anthony Ivan Solorzano Mora. I participated in an internship with Latimer Heights. The reason I was able to partake in this internship was because of Jacob Riis. They worked hard to get us to work over the summer throughout this catastrophe. We all know it by COVID19. Well enough of that because of Riis, I was able to learn and earn this summer and not just waste time. I’ve been able to learn Python and Javascript throughout this summer. While preparing for college, I was able to keep my brain active.
By Anthony Solorzano5 years ago in Journal
Of Dishes In Diners
Fall hasn’t always been this cold. Ellie remembers a time when the hat and gloves currently adorning her person would have been uncomfortable and made her sweat through her uniform. It seems the last two years or so had made up their collective minds to usher in the ice age her sister has been so adamant is on its way. Regardless, Ellie is late once again and even an ice age can’t save her from the consequences of that blunder. Harvey’s is a place that can be smelled before it can be seen and smell it, she does. Ellie can smell the diner before she even rounds the corner. The scent is overwhelming and familiar and it’s the only thing Ellie doesn’t hate about Stanfield. Taking one last breath she steels herself for battle and walks into to the diner. “You. No. You can go home. Third strike you’re out, KO, touchdown, whatever the heck the straights are saying now. You’re fired,” Joe isn’t even looking at her and to be honest she can’t even blame him. He says three strikes, but if they’re being real it’s closer to 10 at this point. “I thought today was your day with the car anyway?” “It was supposed to be, but Jake took it out last night and hasn’t come back yet.” Ellie can see the moment Joe breaks. His shoulders droop and the breath he lets out, though a bit excessive, is a clear sign of resignation and music to Ellie’s overly attentive ears. It’s a good thing, she thinks not for the first time, Joe hates her dad. Bringing him up a is a guaranteed get out of jail free pass wherever Joe is concerned. Joe stands, arching a perfectly shaped brow at her. “Dishes. All day. Make me mad and it’ll be all week.” “Fair enough.” Ok, maybe not free. Dish duty sucked, but it was also the only job in the diner you could do while jamming out. This is how it came to be that Joe walked into the back, new guy trailing behind, to find his most mediocre employee blasting Billie Jean and dancing like MJ himself was there. Joe was no saint and the thought of letting this drag on while the, quite frankly Adonis of a man watched, was titillating. Before he could decide either way, his unfortunate friend slipped on a wet spot and plummeted towards the tile. Gathering herself she mimed a film marker and stood, grimacing at the water mess, “And… cut!” Joe cleared his throat belatedly announcing his and the new hire’s arrival. “Nice to see I can leave you alone.” “Isn’t it just?” Joe grunted. “Ellie, this is Reggie. Reggie, Ellie. You two will be on dishes. I was going to recommend you help Reggie on his first day but…” Joe trailed off eyeing Ellie. The sigh and accompanying eyeroll, dramatic though they may be, brought a trace of a smile to Reggie’s face as he watched the antics between boss and employee. “So, Reggie.” Ellie started not sure where she was going, “You moving to Stanfield?” It was a stupid question. They both knew, but it got them started. And from then on, they didn’t stop. For weeks. “How do you not smell that?” “Stanfield natives are born with a genetic mutation that makes them immune to smelling 24-hour joints like Harvey’s.” And weeks. “Not. A. Word.” “I mean, sure. But how are you planning to get home without a car or a ride?” “We’ll walk.” “Not after that stunt you won’t.” And weeks. “Watch the lever there, if you turn it before the hatch is completely sealed the hot water will burn you.” They were back where they started. Joe had grounded them. Sent them to dish duty like the children they were being. “Is that what happened here?” Reggie reached out and touched her forearm. Gently tracing a scar that covered most of it. Ellie looked up at him expecting to see pity and finding curiosity, anger. She had jokingly talked about her useless dad and she could guess Joe had probably been loose lipped on what he had pieced together over the years. This was heavy. They’d never been heavy. This was a lot. Like suddenly sensing Ellie’s discomfort, Reggie let go of her. “We should get out of here.” He smiled. “We’re still on shift.” “It’s dead out there, there’s a load in the dryer. Let’s go!” He grabbed her hand and smiled again. Ellie was sure there was at least one song written about that smile. “We’ll need a plan.” Like all good plans, it starts with a blowjob. “You can’t be serious.” Joe eyed them skeptically. Reggie, for his part looked dead serious. “Yeah boss. Right out back. It’s disgusting you gotta go take care of it!” “I can’t believe this I haven’t had to deal with public indecency near my diner in decades what’s gotten into people?” As Joe stomped his way out back Ellie and Reggie grabbed their things and dashed for their own exit. When finally, safe Ellie allowed herself a moment to breathe. She looked up towards Reggie the biggest smile she could remember having. What she found was the most breathtaking sunset Stanfield had ever witnessed. She felt a hand find its way to hers. Fingers entwining, chilled from the cold. Yes, Fall hasn’t always been this cold, but it’s never been this beautiful.
By Lari Echevarria5 years ago in Journal
