humanity

The real lives of businessmen, professionals, the everyday man, stay at home parent, healthy lifestyle influencers, and general feel good human stories.

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Home: The Place Where I Reside I thought if he had really been here, The old man would have stared at me, presuming he knew all there was to know.
By Jenipher Dehlin5 years ago in Journal
From Chef to Behavior Tech
I am one of those people that had to go through a BIG career change to find themselves finally happy in their life. I say life, and not work, because we all know what a huge toll our jobs take on our personal life and there are a lot of us that can't seem to find a healthy balance between the two. Before revealing the nature of my current job and my feelings about it, it is important to mention the career I come from.
By Leslie Ramirez5 years ago in Journal
I love my job because.......
NO! That is not me. That is just how I feel sometimes. When things get really overwhelming, and I want to get lost in fantasy. Kind of like I am the one out there saving the world. Or I am making a movie, and I am the good bad guy ready to save the world.
By Novel Allen5 years ago in Journal
Fancy Office Furniture
I love my job because, it enables me to contribute to something bigger than myself. I work as an office furniture installation manager, which means, various customers will hire my crew and I to put together desks, file cabinets and many other varieties of office equipment. I have had the pleasure of installing some beautiful natural wood pieces, and some high-tech file cabinets called, "High density storage" units.
By A F Kraven5 years ago in Journal
A Higher Calling
I am invisible to most people. To say we are event planners is to minimize our calling. Those who pause to see me for a brief while might not even think of me. My features have become part of the background now. It's as if someone took a watercolor brush and blended me in. Not that anyone would care to invest that time in the hustle bustle of life anyway. Life unlike death, never pushes the pause button. It keeps on going. If a person really thinks of me or my life, even I become surprised. You see, I've forgotten what it is to be noticed.
By Eyekay5 years ago in Journal
Subscribe!
Vocal Media’s new subscribe feature is bound to be a quite useful tool for authors trying to build a community. Being a new writer can be challenging, and finding people to support your work can be a complicated task. With that in mind, I’ve decided to introduce myself and my writing in case you’re looking for people to follow.
By Amanda Fernandes5 years ago in Journal
Throwing Seven Different Kinds of Smoke
SRE stands for "pulled in many directions" --Co-Worker About six months ago, the business that I work for transitioned our tier 2 support team into a full-scale site reliability engineering team. Up until that point, there was no real liason between Support, Engineering and DevOps to resolve issues of site reliability, and our DevOps team was fully investing their time in infrastructure maintenance, monitoring, and automation of routine maintenance tasks.
By Ashley McGee5 years ago in Journal
PURPOSE
Purpose. I often hear people say they love their jobs. But I also let them know, that they don’t love their jobs. They love their gift & purpose.
By LaTreece H.5 years ago in Journal
Anamesa Anne
WARNING! There are so many fake accounts of me being created on Instagram and TikTok! This one account seems to be messaging people I know personally, trying to get money from them. Be advised that the account below is NOT me!
By Paranneting/Anne Reboa5 years ago in Journal
Supermarket Superhero
“I’ve messed up your display.” The elderly woman says as she takes a bunch of bananas that I just took out of the case and stacked on the display.
By Dannielle Nelson5 years ago in Journal
The Hero within.
When China announced the covid virus had spread across their country, and was soon headed to the United States, I like many people never thought it would hit in a small town in the middle of Illinois. Weeks passed, and the virus inched closer and closer. Toilet paper and Lysol were endangered species, and then the decree of emergency shutdown was declared. The streets were empty, and every person was wearing a mask. I was a nurse in an ICU wing, and watched helplessly as the procedures and requirements of my job became stricter and more strenuous. Everyone was saying “Thank a healthcare worker; They’re our heroes.” I remember thinking it was nice to be noticed even if it was under such horrible conditions. I worked many hours trying to save people from the virus, and even more hours managing all sorts of machines including ventilators which is a machine that breathes for a patient, IV pumps with various drips including sedation, blood pressure management, and blood sugar control.
By K. E. Thomas5 years ago in Journal
My First Job Had Impact
Three floors up, I knock a few times on an ordinary door; wooden and painted the most common beige of my day, which, at this point, is 1963. It’s a Saturday and I’m delivering groceries for Gilmore’s Market, Brockton, Massachusetts; a Mom & Pop Store on the corner of Grove Street and Montello Street and around since the early 1900’s. I am 16 and only needed a couple of minutes to slow my breathing from the climb. I wondered if my dad and his brothers made the same 3 story walk ups when they were my age. I got this, my first job, as a sort of tradition passed from my grandfather to my dad and his brothers then on to me and my brother, Christopher, a year or two after me.
By David X. Sheehan5 years ago in Journal