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Mr. Perfect
Such a modern day catch. You begin liking one another’s photos on social media sites. Each heart on Instagram and each thumb up on Facebook from a picture brings greater emotion until one builds up enough courage for that, “Hey, I would like to take you out on a date.” Heart flutters, excitement increases bursting with mixed emotions of wanted things to work better than the last.
By Arianna Redmond5 years ago in Confessions
Akward Words In An Elevator
Nurses, probably more than any other group of people, are accustomed to encountering death and pain. Although we are certainly affected by the suffering of others, our job calls for a measure of detachment, the ability to move forward without faltering. The traumas we experience here on this pediatric oncology unit are sometimes compartmentalized because it is a helpful device to make it through a hard shift and a challenging career. These traumatic moments are rarely predictable in form, though. It is often the case that among my diverse set of pediatric patients on any given day, some are quite sick and sad while others are doing just fine and may even be preparing to go home.
By David Metzger5 years ago in Confessions
I observed these real incidents of workplace bullying
Companies boast about their working environment, employee welfare, respect, and integrity. It is probably easier for the organization to set values and put them all over their intranet site and office walls. But when it comes to follow them or implement these values, culture; many organizations fail.
By kundan bhati5 years ago in Confessions
Complicated Grief
The most shocking part of being a birth mom is the experience of what feels like actual death occurring when you place your newborn baby with his new parents (see Choosing Pain as Love for the full account of this personal experience.) I was warned that the feeling would occur, but I didn’t entirely believe it was possible until I went through it myself. What has been consistent since then has been an unexpected and unfortunate result of how I cope: any death that holds some level of relevance to me crushes me in a new and very intense way. Compared to how I used to deal with death and the general idea of it, the experience of grieving my child while he is still alive created a new level of grief in other situations.
By Dani Banani5 years ago in Confessions
Selfish Encounters
Serenas long red fingernails tapped on the wooden table as she waited for Travis. On the table sat two wine glasses and a half empty bottle of merlot. Travis’ wine glass sat crystal clear, whilst smudges of bright pink lipstick coated the rim of Serenas. Travis was now twenty-eight minutes late. Serena exhaled loudly, not out of frustration, but in attempts to pull herself away from thinking obsessively about Travis. Vivid flashes of the countless flirtatious interactions they had shared in the office made her feel giddy. She scanned her eyes around the carefully decorated beer garden she was seated in. Her gaze was met with many gruff, disgruntled patrons who projected energy of resentment and exhaustion. Serena knew immediately that the bleak energy coming from these men were closely related to the activities they performed between the hours of 9:00am – 5:00pm. Activities which this population of people deemed unavoidable.
By Marissa Holden5 years ago in Confessions
Reverie Time
It is All Just a Dream, right? Jeremiah was sitting in class spacing out. He sat at the edge of his classroom closest to the window. The clouds in his view reminded him of when he used to play for the school's baseball team. Jeremiah chuckled to the thought of ever playing sports again.
By The Infinite Writer 5 years ago in Confessions
Dream Date
Dream Date The best I never had… Today I’m going to a superbowl party and I don’t know anyone but the host.. Looking for a hook up, wasn’t on my mind I had several contenders in the race that was to be over sooner than later. The house filled with testosterone and team spirit there was plenty of trash talking to go around. A house divided like the eggs I was making the guest started to fill the living room. As the guest start to arrive I’m making devil eggs and this is the first time I have ever made them. Scooping them delicately and placing them on the party tray, one guy kept looking and asked who was I. I started to make the fruit and nut tray and kept my head low I wasn’t drawing any attention to my self. With a variety of beverages from La Tache, to Cosmos, to sex on the beach, to daiquiris.. Our appetizers are ranging from wings, to guacamole, dips to a cheeseboard with; Stilton, fig, grapes, honey, nuts, pears, and shortbread cookies. With all those wonderful smells filling the air, I was done with my task and could enjoy the festivities. The guy who inquired about me introduced himself by the way l’m Shun, hi I’m Renee.. I giggled like a school girl on the yard. He said “ I saw you working hard, those eggs were delicious” I said thanks. He offered to make me a glass of wine he said this was his first time having red wine.
By Brenda Nathan 5 years ago in Confessions
When You Gotta Go, You Gotta Go
Back when I was a little kid, and we're talking twenty some-odd years ago, I went to daycare after school. It was fairly normal, as far as daycares go. After school, I would be accompanied by other children and a teacher as we walked around the corner to the other school where daycare was hosted. This also happened pretty much immediately after the bell rang, as well, which meant we needed to form a line in the hallway quickly and wait for a teacher. Only then could we leave the building.
By Jessica Gustafson5 years ago in Confessions
In Vino Verisimilitude
“Savannah !” I called as I saw her enter the patio from the street. I made an effort to say her name in the perfect timbre; happy recognition, a little bit excited, but not overly so. I recognized her from the dress. She’d said she would be wearing a summer dress with big red flowers on a black background. She also wore a floppy brimmed summer hat with a ribbon that matched her dress. I couldn’t immediately make her out from pure facial recognition because of the hat, but i couldn’t miss her chosen semiotic; dark and exotic. For a moment I worried that the hat might conceal that she was much older than her profile pictures, a common sleight in modern romance known as 'catfishing'. But when she was closer I saw that she more than did her pix justice. And I liked that she had dressed up. The beauty of going around a second time in your forties is that you know what you like. I myself had spent hours considering the raw silk trousers, pale blue linen shirt, and brown suede driving loafers I wore. I had agonized about a sport jacket, but finally decided against it because of the heat. It might be too much and I might sweat too much.
By Humberto Da Silva5 years ago in Confessions
I Almost Failed my First Year of College
Nearly ten years ago, I moved away from home to go to college for engineering. I was going to be living on campus in one of the dorms. I was both excited and nervous about being away from home for the first time. I also knew engineering was a very challenging and competitive program, and that made me a little nervous. However, I was a hard worker, and I had gotten good grades in high school, so I thought I would be okay.
By Joyce Kay5 years ago in Confessions
