I have never worked retail before this internship. Everything that I am going to learn is all new me. The department that I was assigned to work in is Cabinet and Appliances. The managers I am learning under is Joe and Heather.
While I am sitting in front of my computer, figuring out what assignment is due next week or even more, what is due tomorrow, I keep repeating myself: I which there is another me to split the workload. I know that I am behind with my house chores, hence I keep reminding myself, I need to cut the grass on the back yard. I stopped thinking about the house chores and I finally begin writing a proposal that will be due next week. “Hey, have you paid the note for the car yet”, my wife interrupted me while I was barely getting to write the beginning memo of my proposal. “No not yet, I replied”. “I been busy with school work and other stuff.” “Damn, if you don’t pay it by tomorrow we will pay a late fee”, my wife answered. “Ok, Ok, just let
This week I got to take a trip to Gates Estate with Heather so that she could take a lesson with her trainer friend JJ Lavieri. At UNH I have learned to always dress professionally because you never know who you are going to meet and second people will take you more seriously when you dress professionally because you look like you know what you are doing. The night before this trip I set out my nice tan breaches, my UNH equestrian polo, and my tall boots. That morning I arrived to work a little early so that I could get the horse Deelite ready to goon the trailer. Heather had asked me to do standing wraps instead of shipping boots since it was only a short smooth trailer ride. Yet again keeping in mind that appearance is everything I dressed
One lesson I have learned that I heard from my mom is “Everything happens for a reason.” My mom first said this on our way to the Smoky Mountains. We had got on the expressway and the two lanes had split with a wall in between each lane. Because of the construction, we had to drive an hour and a half out of the way. My whole family was bummed out about arriving to the Smokies later than expected, but my mom said “Everything happens for a reason.” This has been a motto of mine ever since that trip. I think of this aphorism when things happen that is out of my control. In the future, I hope I can still use this motto in the future to keep myself from overreacting to things I have no control over. All in all, my mom’s motto is important to keep in mind when uncontrollable things occur.
My story begins at a pay phone on the east side of Cleveland in 1986. I and Flora found ourselves homeless once again. I was playing with the payphone and this was getting on her nerves so she hit me. I stopped this action and she proceeds to make her important call. A couple of hours later a Cleveland Police and a Social worker show up. I waved goodbye to my mother and was off to Dorothy Lee Jordan’s home.
Ever since I was 10 I wanted to start my own business, make my own money, and be independent. Of course when I was ten I wanted to simply make an app and get a billion dollars. I tried to make an app realized I suck at programing and decided maybe an app wasn’t really for me. So I cleared the board and tried to find a new way to make money. During this I had been moving our lawn weekly and was making $10 dollars a week. So to be sure that I would have enough money I went to my dad and demanded a $10 dollar raise. He said yes to my surprise, so thinking I could get more the next week I demanded a $5 dollar raise, not surprisingly he said no. At the time I had no idea why he couldn't spare $5 dollars. But getting a raise made me feel so good.
Monday – Wednesday I went to the mall to buy butter and sea salt, but I kept forgetting why I went there in the first place and ended up buying a whole lot other stuff on sale or special offers. I finally wrote what I wanted to buy on a piece of paper, so that when I went back again on Thursday it would by easy to stay focused on the products I needed. Instead of buying just salt and butter, I ended up buying meat and chicken as well even it I didn’t need it. I also went to the pharmacy to buy some new lipstick I saw on a television ad. Yes marketers played a major in most of the purchasing decisions I made this week enabling my purchasing power for much longer than I probably realized.
So far this week my life is finally falling into a routine once again. I have been studying night and day with breaks in between. Wish I could go out and do more but six classes this semester is going to be interesting but I know that I can do it. I love all my bible classes in particular because it is really opening my eyes to what the bible and God really is. I feel sometimes going up in church has made me just feel like it is something I HAVE to do like read the bible and quote scripture but I never made time outside of church to read the bible and learn scripture which caused a domino effect with me because this made me feel “unchristian”. This feeling made me even more unmotivated and before I knew it I was discouraged once again. I could
I was sitting in the front of the class, where I always sat since the beginning of the year. It was extremely quiet. I felt like somebody was watching me, like there was someone standing over me, maybe it was just my conscious, or maybe there was really someone there. There was writing on the desk and it read “And life goes on, which seems kind of strange and cruel when you're watching someone die.” It was May 12, 2014, it was about two o’clock. It was fourth period, I was in English, we were working on an essay about something that we had accomplished that year. I was writing about how I was able to fit in and make friends, that used to be really hard for me. It was still completely silent…. and then the intercom broke the silence within
There were so many different possibilities to expect. I didn’t know whether to be excited or scared. One thing was for sure; I was definitely anxious. And the taxi that was dropping me off at the house of the kids I’m babysitting for the summer was driving dangerously fast, which did nothing to ease my nerves.
It all started with a few hours after school, an idea, and an inquisitive mind. When I was young, I considered money to be the most important objective in the world. Had I been asked as a child, what my goals were, I would have responded with something relating to money and its intrinsic value. For a child, this was tangible and easy for me to understand: the greatest amount of money in the shortest time is what makes someone successful. While this seems like a foolish goal now, at the time it seemed rather logical. After all, rich people are happy, right? They can have whatever they want and are seldom concerned with how much an item costs. So I set off, with a goal to be the richest person in the world. I started mowing lawns, washing cars,
Growing up in Jersey City, life was harsh and difficult. Those difficulties transformed me into the person I am today. No one is more hardworking than my dad who worked an insane amount of hours almost everyday just so my brother and I can live a comfortable life. As a child I failed to understand the value of money and work ethic needed to become a billionaire. My dream was simple: make money, live on a beach, and not worry about a single thing. On April 26th, I missed school and visited my dad’s job for the annual “Bring Your Child to Work Day”. Little did I know that that day would forever change my perspective of money.