Personal Narrative: I Hate My Job

I was in the hospital and had suffered from encephalopathy, which is a brain disease that alters brain function or structure. Apparently, an entire week had passed since I was hospitalized and it was quite obvious that I suffered from amnesia. During this week of amnesia my brain wasn’t functional and I was not mentally there. Apart from brain problems in that week I lost 15 pounds and was barely able to walk. As I took my first steps out of the bed, my legs couldn’t support my body’s weight and it was a grueling experience walking twenty or so steps to the restroom. My mother supported me because of my weakness. At this time I couldn’t do anything without assistance and I had trouble writing or thinking clearly. After a couple days of this pattern I was transferred to another hospital that was specialized in therapy and I sure did need it. Indeed, knew I had a long and

Not that I wasn’t happy with the choices that had led me to this point in my life, but I knew that I was destined for greater things than a “Doc on a Boat”; another nameless enlisted member of the naval medical community serving three years of sea duty on a constantly revolving door of new check-ins and farewells. Working long hours on little sleep and crappy food is what boat life is all about. You are united as a crew by what is affectionately known as “The Suck”; a general catchall term that you can blame any and all problems on and one that you signed on for by receiving orders to a boat. Now there are three types of people that I encountered, those that love and are borderline addicted to the suck, those that tolerate the suck for the

I could feel a thin sheet of fabric on top of my weak body. As I regain my conscious, I could hear repetitive beeps next to me. I turn to my left to see a heart monitor. I could see each vibrant green line waving up and down. I was in a room of white. A white blanket, white furnishings, white walls, and white marble floors. When the realization that I was in a hospital, I begin to panic. Where is my family? Where am I? How long have I been out? Just as I was going to try to move out of the bed, an outburst of doors flew open and a nurse in white walked

I jolt awake. “Must have been a bad dream” I thought to myself. I looked around and was shocked at my surroundings. A destroyed hospital room. The paint on the walls is peeling and it smells like old sheets and medicine. The beds are covered in rust and pieces of the ceiling have fallen on the floor. The room is dark, but the sun is shining through the barricaded windows. I rip the needles out of my arms and struggle to stand up. I put on my clothes that were still neatly folded under the bed. I walk out of the room. There were blood stains on the wall and random hospital supplies thrown on the floor. My heart starts to race. I try to think of what could have happened. While I was thinking I was snapped out of my thoughts by a banging behind me. I turn around to see a door, bolted shut. I decide not to open it. I begin to walk

Nancy had the courage to address my malaise the other night and here is what I think I heard. I use the term, think I heard, because I feel a wave of paralyzing, feverish, sound muffling cortisol washing over me, submerging me under water, when I hear criticism from Nancy. Symptoms are similar when I'm criticized by others but they register a geometric order of magnitude lower.

I do not know who I am, was the thought that floated through my mind as a nurse shook me awake from the hospital bed in the middle of the night. As blood seeped from my veins and into tubes, my vision began to go faint and my ears rang. My mind painted pictures trying to grasp what had happened just a few short hours before. Upon returning to the bed, my mind continued to race with thoughts. I could feel a gust of wind blow through the sheets when the realization came to me that a time bomb in my life had finally exploded and the blaze was sweltered within me. What had I done?

Then they first sent me to the amnesia doctors. I still remember how the rooms look. The room was a kind of light kind of dark tan or a very light brown color; the room was also bright. They put the mask over me and released the gas. They also gave me an IPad that was in a red case. I remember very vividly I was playing the game Flow. I started to laugh and laugh. Then they toke the IPad away and told me it’s time for me to go to. I remember me lifting my arm up and waving it back and forth saying “no I don’t want to go sleep” then nothing else after that. It felt like seconds I woke up in

While some people around me flourish in their athletics, others succeed in their schoolwork. Personally, my most outstanding strength stands as my work ethic. When certain activities do not come naturally for me, I work as hard as possible to get better at them. Multiple instances of this have occurred over the past few years. For example, this year I participated in lacrosse for the first time. I usually spent my time playing soccer, but after a concussion that prevented me from playing again, I decided to give something else a a try. Going into a new sport like lacrosse was initially difficult for me. I had no idea how to play, everyone else had far more advanced skills than I did, and my confidence level started to deflate. My mom

Baseball season was on the horizon and I needed to replace my bag so we drove to Academy. On the way to Academy I felt really tired but who doesn't when their sick. I started to walk into Academy and made it fifteen yards before everything went dark. I woke up being rushed into the ER hearing a lot of unfamiliar voices and the feeling of blood coming out of the side of my head. I was told that I had a seizure, shortly after that a familiar voice came in it was my grandma and behind her my mom and dad. I a matter of hours I had the situation explained and 8 staples in my head. Once moved to a regular room I was able to wash the blood out of my hair and take a shower.

My second job was a cashier at a local drug store. My daily duties included organizing and stocking shelves, providing excellent customer service, and checking out customers. The environment was incredibly nonchalant and the stress level was extremely low. Although many of my peers enjoy effortless employment, the lack of duties disturbed me. I worked the last shift almost every weekend night and was plagued with boredom. There were numerous occasions when I would pick a magazine off the shelf and read it because of the shortage of customer traffic. The job became a waste of time and ability.

The military’s height and weight standard and my ability to successively maintain it. Joining the military at the age of 21 weighing in at 130 pounds; very much in shape and thin, never concerned about how much I weighed in the past. As time went on, I had children and gain weight. Having surgery, which prevented me from working out and more weight was gained. The Military has a standard which I am require to meet, regardless of the circumstances. As I get older and have another surgery the harder it is to keep up with the standard.

I was looking out upon the dwindling light of dusk. It was fading slowly into immense peaks stretching high from the crisp green grass wet with dew from the prior rain. My paint brush was wet thickly with a spectrum of colors. I then saw a canvas half-finished with yellowish-red rays of dense paint resembling a enticing marvel of light engraved into the sky. Abruptly my false sense of peace was extinguished. I was awoken with a raucous barking resounding in my ears.

Its 9 am I should be at work right now. Unfortunately, I lost my job and most of my savings. I only have three hundred dollars right at this moment. Hopefully this lasts me, tough times call for desperate measures, eating less. I have a stock, I can either sell it or keep it. But everyone knows it’s a waste, stock buyers are losing money either way. I talked to my parents and one of their friends offered me a job as a grocery clerk restocking merchandise. Although I’m getting paid less than what I earn in my previous job, it will help myself get around. I also asked my parents if I could go and live with them. Graciously they said yes but, ill be sleeping on the couch. Its satisfying knowing that you still have your family during this horrendous

I am Paul Williams and it is currently the 2nd of May in the year 2017. I am a 28-year-old caucasian male who lives in Downey California, I am light complected and I have blue eyes and have light brown hair and I am around 5´9 in height. I was born with a skeletal deformity which causes me to limp as I walk. It was a cold windy day when I was last seen at the park and had been kidnapped. It has been three days since I've been kidnapped I do not know where I am at, I see nothing but pitch black. It seems to me that I am in an abandoned place. There is a really bad smell like garbage and when I touch the walls I am trapped in they feel very slimy and slippery.

I worked as a buffer at a very nice restaurant, La Toque, and it made me miserable. I would come home in pain and crying because of how long and horrible my night was.