It's the little things of the job that make everything worth it. All the stress of working in education, all the meetings with the big bosses, the paperwork, the endless staff meetings, professional developments, the weekend-long courses, all the after-ho...
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My New Job
Do you really think that enslavement is past?How can I start this letter? My name is Walter Cole. I lived at 25 Maple Avenue, Greenwood Town, Maine. I’m not a native American, I moved here from Europe. Firstly, if you ever read this, go straight to the police. Of course, I know they won’t believe al...
I got told off at work the other day. Not uncommon, the children always have an answer for everything, and I am constantly getting attitude and sass, but I just sass them straight back. I am teaching the next generation to be sarcastic assholes. You're we...
Tina sat in her seat and waited. The end of the school year was less than fifteen minutes away, she could hang on that long. She breezed through the finals and was sitting there just counting the minutes. No more greetings of fat ass, chunky monkey or any...
A Promise
This promise is not just for me, but for she.I've tried this self employed lark,it has left me with barely a spark,my words, reader, I beg you mark,my voice, I'd like you to hark,this not working has to stop,my life right now, is utter plopp.I love my little Kitten,but feel as useless as a single mi...
Why I don't write cop stories
My reasons.I have been asked many times why I do not share some of the stories about my years in law enforcement, alas that I cannot do. Remember those of us in public service quickly develop a dark sense of humor to help us cope with the day by day drama we face, w...
The Education of a Blackjack Dealer. Part 1
The interview process for becoming a dealerIt came unexpected. Oh I had applied for a job at the new casino here in Cleveland like thousands of others, but the casino website was so jammed with so many others attempting to apply that I could not make the connection. It was about 4 months later tha...
Tombstone
a short story in one very long sentence.I worked in Tombstone at Diamond Jim's Olde Tyme Photo Studio dressing people up like saloon girls and cowboys and taking their pictures with a hundred-and-eighty-year-old camera that went POOF and running to the back to dip the sheets of paper from betwe...
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Dream Job (Everyman's fantasy)
A leading expert in his field lands the job of a lifetime...or does he?This story contains mature themes* * *The California Board of Education meeting once again ran late into the night. The stale air became stifling in the August evening, as the air conditioning units had been shut down over an hour ago. Tempers started to...
Discrimination?
Was this discrimination? You decide.I graduated from college in 1975 with a Bachelor of Science in Geography. Because I had changed my major course of studies along the line, I also had “under my belt”, twenty one credit hours in history, twenty one credit hours in geology, and several seme...
I was approached Promptly Not even before Pulling out my cash When I heard rustling And shuffling Behind me As I spin around There she was Close behind me As if they could smell the greens Or they have some ex-ray visions She spoke politely Asking for cha...
The Job Application
This essay explains how different a store can feel when you are there for a job applicationI walk into the store.It looks exactly the same. But it feels different.I usually get a fun feeling when I walk in here. I always head right over to the clothes, excited about finding a good deal. Something I like. This store is known for its great deals....
Today!
my new year gift to myself.Dear Friends, The silence was drowning me into my innermost thoughts that seemed to sprout from ‘second week’ at my new assignment. The cream and maroon cubicle with an entire glass wall on one side and an endless stretch of green reminded me of the museu...