Personal Narrative: My Experience With Bureaucratic Collapse

Having grown up in a time and within a society where the terms fail and lose are rarely spoken to children in any aspect of their lives, I generally considered myself a success in everything I did. I received medals, ribbons, certificates, awards, and trophies for academics, sports, and for just being a kid. So in my mind, for the majority of my life, I was unaware that I had failed or lost at anything. And having a father that is a U.S. Marine, failing and losing were not things that I wanted to tell him that I had done. Now that I am tasked to determine how I have grown from my failures, I realize that I have failed, that failure is not the end, and that I have excelled in several areas of my life due to what I have learned from those failures.

Everyone knows the feeling of wanting to speak to someone yet the fear of rejection is stuck in the back of your mind, refusing to leave. "Painfully shy", a term used by fellow peers when describing me, and I must admit that they are far from wrong. I find myself stuck in an endless cycle of worry and regret, missing out on great opportunities as the thought of socialising with people I don't know makes my stomach churn and my palms sweat, a wave of nausea crashing over my entire being. I don't think "shy" is the correct label for me. However, I'm unsure what it is that's wrong with me, nor do I know if I will ever find out.

After a difficult year in seventh grade, I was going into eighth grade nervous since all of my friends that were with me for most of my school life parted ways with me and I felt all alone going into eighth grade that year. When eighth grade year started it was still difficult for me to feel comfortable since I don’t have much of close friends anymore and I was still being made fun of by some people and I took jokes very personally that year. I would also feel very different between certain days, sometimes I would feel confident while other days I’ll feel like nobody likes me and be so down on myself. Soon though I managed to get used to how eighth grade was like and even though I still didn’t have as many friends years prior I was now starting

They always say that depression is something that’s all in your head. It’s something made up, something fabricated by your own selfish internal world. You don’t realize when it hits you or how it hits you. One day you just realize you no longer know how to feel; you’ve become numb. Growing up I was happy. I lived a happy life. I had a bed of my own and a roof over my head. I was surrounded by friends and family who loved me. I was content for as long as I can remember.

I used to think that mental health wasn't a huge deal. I never paid too much attention to depression, because I thought it was just something that certain people went through, some more often than others. After a specific incident in my life, my eyes were opened, and my world was changed. Depression is not a phase, it's a dangerous illness.

Realizing my life had become unmanageable took place some time before coming to CityTeam. I was living day-to-day in my addiction, not caring about anything or anyone. Stealing was a daily task for me at this time; honest work was not an option. I was unable to keep a job because, no matter what, the drugs came first. Stealing, cheating and lying became all I knew of how to survive.

n any case, this was no million dollar wander with the houses here were tear-downs that nobody had any motivation to repair as people of colour lived there. Periodically, there are windows still in possession of its glass yet most had broken such a long time ago that there was no hint of the shards on the spoiling floor boards. Many of the homes had the rooftops incompletely collapsed or in any event they hang like a frustrating soufflé. The only welcoming you felt was the wail of the breeze, The fate of the town had been gradually beaten by the Great Depression and it had inevitably surrendered to gravity with only a few witnesses or individual’s to grieve its passing.

One day, my dog, my best friend, and I were getting ready to leave and we got a call to go down to the Empire State building because something had happened. Luckily we were only a few miles away. All the people from the search and rescue team had gotten a call as well. When we got to the two building's they were on fire and their were fire fighters/fire trucks .

My experience happened when I had a job as a driver in a logistics company some years back. My job was on a contractual basis and I was supposed to transport deliverables to distant locations. I would work for around 70 hours a week, which was too much for me. The worst mistake I did was that I did not join a labor union because I thought it was not important at that moment. I did not realize the need for joining a labor union and I usually thought it was just a burden of a commitment. 13 months into the job I was admitted to the hospital after contracting pneumonia due to the night cold that I was exposed to during my service. While at the hospital, the company fired me and I had to rely on friends and well-wishers to clear my hospital bill.

All the pictures really affected me with sadness because I could sympathize with the devastation and sense of despair they most likely felt through the storm but the picture "Post-storm rebuilding considered 'Galveston's finest hour" GALVESTON - The great storm that came roaring out of the Gulf of Mexico 100 years ago, destroying this island city and assuring its place in history touched me the most because there is always strength gained through rebuilding. No matter how hard the storm there is always a change of rebuilding.

At approximately 1400 on Wednesday, March 9,2016 I arrived at 7810 Shaver Rd for my Internship with the Portage Department of public safety. I meet with LT.VandenBrink he then told me that I would be riding with an officer today. The officer's name was officer Mike Kline. I went and put my vest on and then meet with kline as soon as he arrived to the station from a call he was on. When Kline arrived I introduced myself we were about to head out when he remembered that he had to pick up a paper he printed off. After he got the paper we went ot to his car we left the station and he informed me that we would be driving around the portage Rd area because he was waiting on a call about some apartments that he might have to go to and sweep for and

I recently had an incident where I called my insurance company Blue Cross Blue Shield to discuss a recent medical bill that I received. I contacted the Health Plan Customer Service department and after going through the automated system and selecting the options given, I was put on hold for the next available service representative. After being on hold for approximately 15 minutes, I was greeted by the representative. My frustration began when the person on the other end could not speak English well. This made the conversation difficult because he couldn’t speak English well. He really tried to speak slowly and clearly, but because of his accent I could not comprehend what he was explaining. We both were repeating ourselves and he was very nice, but there was a thick barrier in the conversation, which creates a lack of communication between us two. When it comes to telephone customer service satisfaction, it is important the customer that bilingual representative be able to speak English fluently. Being bilingual is in high demand, but they must be able to speak the native language of the country well.

I had a not very pleasant experience with AT & T about three months ago. My fee for the TV and internet service was doubled because the promotions I had obtained were expired. When I first contacted AT & T customer service I did it by phone and the waiting time to speak with a representative was more than ten minutes, however when the rep helped me, he gave me a very good option to continue with the service at the same cost that I usually paid. The call was very good and I was satisfied with the service that the AT & T representative offered me. When I received my next invoice the price of the service raised more than I was agreed. At this time I contacted a customer representative through a chat. Again I was offered the same solution and they accredited the difference in my bill, but the time I had to be with them was more than 45 minutes and about 30 minutes on the phone too, despite everything I had the patience to wait but at the end of the call I was a bit frustrated by the time that I spent on the phone. This was not the end of the story, the next bill was even worse, I immediately called AT & T and asked for cancellation of my services. This was quite an odyssey, the representatives told me that they did not find any information on the changes of plans and prices that I had been offered and I passed at least five representatives to cancel my service.

Picture waking up one day just as you would any other day, except everything is changed. Everything that you own, from the significant to the forgotten, will be ruined by floodwaters. Quickly, you learn that natural disasters do not care whether or not you have valued possessions. Random acts of Mother Nature do not realize that you are already struggling with money and how you feel the world perceives you. Flooding and other circumstances beyond your human control, especially do not care if you are about to start college and move all your belongings into your dorm in a week. In an instant, nothing material in your life becomes a major concern; you focus on moving forward in the most optimistic way that you can possibly handle.

I remember the old times, the times when the world was filled with beauty and balance. I remember my family and my friends, even Dory my dog. I remember when Robotech started. At first we thought of it as just a small time workshop but it grew to become a leading enterprise. My family was going through bankruptcy so I put in my resume and was hired right away. The building was shabby and dirty at first and there was only a few workers. However the boss, Bart Thawne, was having us create automated robots to do the jobs that we weren’t able to fill. The more robots we created the less jobs were open for other people. Some of the workers didn’t like the thought of being slowly replaced so they put in their resignation. But instead of them getting resigned they would go missing and we never knew