Workplace
Bugs, Life, Karma
Death and Rebirth and Karma By Me aka Tequila Rob I am in the pest control business. I kill bugs all day every day, also including wildlife such as rats, mice, skunks, gophers, snakes and more. I wonder even though killing animals and insects is my job, if I am rewarding myself with bad karma.
By Luke Simpson 5 years ago in Confessions
Piece By Piece
Like many, I have mental health issues. For a long time, I was being treated for anxiety, anger, and OCD. I also have an eating disorder; ARFID (Avoidant or Reluctant Food Intake Disorder) which, as I progressed quite strongly and, what I thought to be resiliently, in my recovery, it led me straight into Anorexia. I was seeing a therapist for these as separate issues.
By Katy Jordan5 years ago in Confessions
The Fools Journey
Hello. My name is Cortney, and I have a problem. I cannot pretend to respect adults who bully, degrade, exploit, put down, discriminate against, stereotype, manipulate, harass, assault, threaten, harm, or emotionally terrorize others no matter what reasons they have, or what logic they have adopted to convince themselves any of the above actions are acceptable behavior for an adult to practice. There, I said it. The first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem. I like problems, I’m a natural problem solver, I love to mediate between two opposing parties, I live for debate and conflict. I’m a recovering drama addict, and regular disruptor.
By Cortney Kotzian5 years ago in Confessions
Purpose and Meaning
My passion has always been in following creative arts. I have spent a good portion of my life chasing the next creative outlet. I have a tendency to get very excited about a craft in the moment and put everything I have into creating only to 12 quilt tops, 3 half completed scrapbooks or the parts for a dream catcher that sit in the drawer for a year. I never really understood the need to scour the internet putting all of these items on a Pinterest board or looking at items at the craft store and buying them because they had potential to be something in the end. It wasn’t until I started working on behavioural therapy that I really began to understand some things about myself.
By Abbey Stansfield5 years ago in Confessions
Black Friday Blues
I’ve worked in retail for 15 years of my adult life and have dealt with the créme de la créme of “Karen’s". My primary position was visual merchandising, aka we make things look pretty. My time in retail also included the “super bowl” day in retail, Black Friday. Big sales and big money spent!
By Rae Damon5 years ago in Confessions
Chronicles of a 20-something’s failed entry into the workforce
I entered the workshop, and the welding and grinding noise stopped - my friend had told me over phone. After training, she was posted to the largest industrial area in an obscure place in Gujarat and her workshop stories were shocking. Was I lucky? I was in Mumbai, standing in a cabin with no sight of a spare chair, wondering if I should have breakfast at all. I was more concerned about finding a chair than my helmet and goggles which had been stolen, because that day I wondered if the acting- manager’s words of always wearing a safety coat made sense; if going to the shop floor to fill my time made sense, if my father’s words of not pursuing mechanical engineering made sense, if anything at all made any sense! Just a week before, I was ready to change the world with the armor of good grades and deep study of not just the past 4 but the past 21 years of my (illustrious) student life.
By Anuja V5 years ago in Confessions
I Am Not a Cheerleader Anymore
Seven years. That is how long I worked hard for five days a week and two hours each day. So many tiring, sweat-dripping afternoons. So many tears shed when I was just too exhausted to keep going, when I was too frustrated because I just couldn’t nail that specific tumbling skill, or when we lost a competition after countless months of late-night practices. So much blood when I endlessly got kicked in the nose while catching my flyer so she doesn’t hit the floor.
By Kaylee Meyer5 years ago in Confessions
