Humanity
Capitalism And Grief
Raised in an ex-communist country like Albania, I feel proud to have been around the environment that could save my authenticity, and ability to feel, be curious, and passionate about people, things, and life. I dream big and draw roadmaps to get there. I believe in measuring performance to goals and working to ensure we are strengthening the communities we serve. I thought everyone was like this, I thought it was human to be and feel like this until I moved to Ireland and then to Canada. I realized something different, something that I could not understand what was it. People were nice and polite, talking about the weather and stuff, saying thank you to the bus driver every time they would get off the bus on that 2-minute route on the urban city bus. It seemed to me like I was on a different planet. I could talk with people but not really connect with them. Then after a while, I realized it was this political correctness culture that was not evident at all in Albania even after 20 years of democracy.
By Rudina 4 years ago in Confessions
Why I would rather meet my end.
About me... Hi, my name is... Doesn't matter. You ever get those replenished cups of "I don't give a damn"? That is me right now and to be frank with you, my dear chipmunks, I am not liking it. So, I have undertaken a severe reflection... and it didn't go as planned. See, it was not a positive reflective experience, rather it once again, replenished my cup of "I really don't give a damn".
By KaraBat4 years ago in Confessions
Empty Gap of Love
I rode back home at 1:30 am after Nikhil's birthday party, a lil bit drunk after series of shots and drowsy after trying Indian dance we watched on Youtube. I kept on cycling and didn't try to locate where I was on google maps, since I was heading to the Nieuwe Krek, the tallest landmark of the city. Delft, as usual, was totally empty like a zombie city. It was nobody on the street.
By Yulia Ratnasari4 years ago in Confessions
Men with mics
We are living in the era of gurus. There are gurus for everything like real estate, stocks, make up, clothing, you name it. If something is already done there is an ‘expert with a mic talking about it’. Well, now we are unfortunately in the era of male dating coaches AKA the dating gurus.
By Destiny Smalls4 years ago in Confessions
No One's First Choice
I've gotten used to the fact that I'm no one's first choice. Hell, I'm not even anyone's last choice. It's been this way my whole life. I've tried to not let it bother me; but after a while, it gets exhausting pretending that everything is fine. Acting like I'm not heartbroken every day is tiresome.
By Jasmine Harris4 years ago in Confessions
Once upon a sad dream
It’s a tough thing being a feminine feminist. On the one hand, you can be accused of not being feminist enough and on the other hand, you are looked at as though you hate men. I don’t hate men. I also enjoy being able to shave my underarms and wear dresses. I want to be able to walk into work and not be treated as though I am lesser than, weaker. Which of course is tougher than usual given my industry. I want equal pay to my male counterparts. It’s tricky because I’m tired of men trying to step all over me. Both in my personal and professional life. I have to admit that I have never been submissive in any relationship I’ve been in, and I should never have to be. I don’t like the idea that I should have a man to take care of me. I believe that it’s an old way of thinking and something to be left in the past.
By Lea Wilson 4 years ago in Confessions
There Goes My Hero
Hi, y'all! It's been a minute since I've been here. Don't worry. I'm still writing. I've been working on a very personal piece, and I'm still noodling around on how to move forward with it. But in the meantime, my fingers have been getting itchy to write and share again. So here I am.
By Kathleen Majorsky4 years ago in Confessions
Ray Mirra early Life As A Pharmacist
Today, Ray Mirra is one of the most renowned pharmacy business professionals in Philadelphia. After his 1978 employment at the Hahnemann Hospital, the young pharmacy graduate began laying a solid foundation for his future. Working at different pharmacies in Philadelphia served as invaluable platform for Ray Mirra Jr for getting familiar with the real issues and intricacies that had to be addressed in order to build a successful business. After being introduced to the world of pharmacy business by Mr. Charles Carré, Raymond began working as an employee at Mr. Carré’s West Oak Lane drugstore East Oak Lane in May 1979. His 7 years of dedicated service here was recognized by his employer who bought out Raymond Mirra’s ownership and named him partner in the business in 1986.
By Ray Mirra Online4 years ago in Confessions
