My Life Seven Years Backwards

In “The Years of My Birth” by Louise Erdrich it is critical to understand the symbolic meaning of the presence connected to white room and the main character Linda, who is also known as Tuffy. Being that Linda is the main character and the narrator in the story we learn that she retells the story fifty years later. Erdrich invest much effort in explaining the earlier years that links an indescribable phantom presence, which comes to Linda at other moments in her life. “ That presence would come to me again other moments in my life. Its return is partly what this story is

During the summer after ninth grade, I worked at my father’s company, AAE, located in Livonia. There I took leadership in starting a new project. In 2011, my father’s business received 8A certification. Which is given to a select few small businesses certifying them to receive and complete government contracts. In summer of 2015, the company received the largest order it had ever seen. It was a 3-year contract for 5 million lanyards. My father had the choice to sub-contract the order to another company, but this would result in decreased profit. I encouraged my father to complete the order in house because this would nearly double profit. While my father and other employees completed the technical and procedural

As I mentioned earlier, many of my coworkers, some of whom are still present at Starbucks, gave away many free beverages and food items in front of me and told me about others. Consequently, I decided to let down my guard and disobey a very clear policy. It was very obvious in the employee handbook that giving away free drinks was considered theft and employees would be punished accordingly. When I arrived at Starbucks, the manager was transitioning out. He was very careless and lenient on all policies, creating an atmosphere of carelessness. On the other hand, my new manager was very skilled and precise. He made it very clear that the policy on misuse of the free beverage policy was extremely serious and so was the punishment. Many of my coworkers and I were very disrespectful of him after the months of freedom to basically do almost whatever we wanted. We had created a culture of communal disobedience and our new manager was not able to change much of that. Therefore, the culture I became a member of was one of disrespect of authority, disrespect of policies, and general carelessness. I let that culture define my actions. That was wrong. I learned from my time at Starbucks that I would not allow my culture to define my conscience. I am more determined now than ever to be a man of integrity over all

Living through 1920-1960s was challenging as well as an exciting time as the world was changing rapidly. I am going to give you a window into my life. I will discuss the 1920s, the roaring twenties, 1930 great depression, 1940 World War II, and sum up with the 1950-1960 the great changes in my life as well as Americas.

I can’t afford to join. I’ve got a family to support and my check just isn’t big enough to cover my union dues! I think this was the biggest problem I had with working a union job and I had took the chance in finding another opportunity to support myself. Working for UPS I was hired on at $9 an hour, but if I took a sorting test I got an extra dollar, but each year I would only get a $0.50 raise, which I just missed the old contract by a month. Those before me were getting a $1 raise. When you are not making much money as a union labor, it’s very hard to have to pay the union dues and in the end sometimes seem that nothing is being done for you but you feel like you are throwing away money to the union. Yes, if the union went on strike against UPS, we would be paid a wage while on strike, but that was the last option any of us wanted to do because we all depended on our salary, and it wasn’t much.

When problems do arise in my future career, I need to stay true to myself and act on wrongful situations to ensure the well-being of my

When I was asked to join the union and strike in order to get better pay and treatment I was a little worried of what would happen. If I did go on strike I wouldn’t get payed therefore I couldn’t buy food, clothing or anything that my children might would need. I didn’t know how long I would be on strike for, and I wouldn’t want my kids to miss out on anything they needed. It took me a little while to realize that if I do go on a strike it would be better for my family. At this time we needed all the money we could get we was starting to get behind with some hospital bills. So I took a step up to the plate and am now a part of the strike

I felt that I had to get a job related to the field I graduate with after college. It is typically common notion for people to have a “decent” job after college. This discourse pushed me to accept and continue to stay at the job knowing that I might not be fairly treated. Moreover, because the company was a non-profit program, they might not had the money to offer the full-benefits, thus they might have been compelled to create an on-call position. Moreover, since the company receives money based in the hours notes that are submitted, they pushed for staff to submit as many notes as they possibly can. Instead of using time to encourage the staff to focus on the clients. Money in this experience, as well numerous other experiences creates a line force, that has an effect on our

The positive aspect of belonging to a union is your voice is heard again unwanted

I had to work- most people do- but I really didn't like my job. In fact, I hated it. I was over worked and under paid and my coworkers didn't make the working environment pleasant. I was working in a high stress situation because the office was understaffed. I was physically sick and emotionally finished with my job. There was just one catch. I was working for my sister-in- law’s aunts who treated me like family- making quitting my job nearly impossible. Day in and day out I dragged myself to work from 8:30 a.m. till 7 p.m., listening to kids fight, scream and cry. This was my life as a pediatric dental assistant. After many weeks of contemplation and talking to others I finally got the strength to quit. My bosses were surprised that I did it, but not why. In less than 24 hours, they offered me another position in the office. The choice was mine. What would I decide? They offered me better pay, a different position, and now I had leverage. What should I do with it?

When I was growing up, I remember my family situation as extremely chaotic. I was one of eight children and my father and mother had little time to devote to me individually. Most of the time they spent trying to earn enough to support us with their meager resources. I was often called upon to act as a surrogate mother to my siblings. I felt I had little time to develop my own unique perspective and voice when I was very young. Even as a preschooler I remember doing chores to help out at home. However, this situation did foster some positive aspects of my character. I learned to be mature at an early age and gained a sense of competence because of my responsibilities. But I also was taught put the needs of others second to my own. I feel that I did not learn to value my own, legitimate desires to an adequate degree as a young girl and have only recently acquired a true sense of worth [THESIS].

For years, I convinced myself that the story of my life began when I arrived in America at eleven months old. I tumbled through the clichéd white-picket-fence childhood, never realizing how impossible it was to completely discard the first year of my infancy. While I had always known about being adopted from China, I did not fully comprehend the weight of this detail until my late teenage years.

Additionally, I can be partial to the situation by not analyzing where my position may end up after the decision is made. I want to be sure that I do not inherently prosper or devalue myself in the process. Now that I have removed myself and accounted for those involved, it is time to inspect the actual situation.

Hard life does not equal reason for failure, but reason for determination. Even though it may seem with so much bad you are bound to fail, with all of my bad I'm bound to succeed. I have been through a lot in life, just as every single mother but I still have what it takes for my future success. Do you have what it takes for a brighter future?

People don’t realize the sad truth that I’ve been holding on for and secretly suffering with most of my life. People seem to see me as a girl that is naturally bubbly, happy, and outgoing. This was a way for me to hide my real emotions in the time when my depression and anxiety were major factors impacting my self-esteem, just a couple of years ago. So, yes, I admit it -- I was a victim of depression and anxiety. My anxiety has been occurring ever since I was a toddler. My usual anxious behavior would be when I would easily get nervous, wouldn’t talk that well in order to be understood, would go through emotional meltdowns at times, and so forth. My depression however, seem to connect a lot with my anxiety because of my meltdowns and it would easily bring my self-esteem down. One interesting fact about my depression is that it got extreme when I was in middle school. Many events in that time of my life made me feel absolutely worthless inside.