Personal Narrative: My Workplace Host By Gerald Kuckleman

Everyone has their first memory when they have to enter the adult world, mine just happened to be my junior year of high school. This year was just a little glimpse of what was going to be the rest of my life. Getting my first job was bitter sweet. I had to learn how to manage my time between school, sports, and now a job. After my first week of school I had to start my new job.

On Monday 6/29/2015 Sgt. Alexander and I was dispatched to the Hostess House located at 6741 Highway 70 in reference to 2 subject, Mr. Burnette and Mr. Jacobs that were renting room 251 and had outstanding warrants.

It's ok, a completely different atmosphere than summit (working In a Cubicle farm now). Each setting has its own positives as well as negatives. The work I'm doing this summer is much less client facing than summit (I'm working on the derivatives external reporting team, so we tell the federal reserve/sec what our Derivitives positions are). It's a good name on my resume, just trying to figure out what path I like better as a career.

very mysterious and interesting. He also seemed to know what he was doing because of the

Eighty hours in one week. A goal which all of my peers insisted I was crazy for even attempting. To the normal working class forty hours is a long week, yet I wanted to double that in only seven days. Working in a muffler shop is hard work, which made eighty hours Mount Everest, and I was determined to reach the summit.

My workplace host was Nancy Hale, she is a school principal. I job shadowed her on April 27th, 2018, at Arrowhead Middle School. I was there from 7am to 4pm. Her responsibilities are meeting with parents and students about grades and behavior, managing people and data, supervising instructors, and overall, having complete responsibility of the school and its performance. Being the principal is a lot of work because she is always making weighty decisions and lots of responsibility falls on her shoulders. Days she is extra busy she does not have time for lunch. Being busy is just part of the job.

The sky is clear and the aroma from the Starbuck’s coffee fills the room, a tranquil environment for an interview. Today I’m interviewing my co-worker Christian Slater, who’s currently enrolled in college earning his AA degree. He is a tall and slender man who’s very artist and free-spirted. I sat at a booth waiting for my client to arrive while sipping my glass of caramel cappuccino coffee. Hearing the wind chimes, I realized my client, Christian, had come in and started scanning the booths one by one.

It's been a very busy summer so far. At the end of July, we returned from 23 days in Germany and Scotland.

Home is the beginning of one’s book. It is where your story begins, forms its characters, shows its purpose, and reveals its ora. This is how mine is written. Home is on the buzzing highway down a bumpy gravel road. It’s Brandon, Mississippi. It is the only home I’ve ever known. Home is the smell of homemade biscuits and tomato gravy on Saturday mornings. It is “Bless Your Heart” and “Yes Mam” and “No Sir”. The little bedroom in the back of a grey double-wide where Carrie Underwood songs played and where I learned to curl my hair and put on mascara. My cousins and I running around with mason jars, chasing the lightning bugs. Bar-B-q on the back porch and never meeting a stranger. It is the morals learned and the identity

I thought that it was interesting how the office goes about hearing a case and how they decide

I interviewed my co-worker, Mary Varela. Her family is originally from Little Rock, Arkansas. Her family lived in a small country town surrounded by mountains. One day her dad decided to move to San Francisco, California. Her father was a roofer so therefore San Francisco was a city with more possibilities of job opportunities. After a couple years later, Mary was born. Mary faced many struggles in life but the most that impacted her was her society did not accept her for who she was. Mary has always struggle with her weight.

Throwback to 2007, When I was 5, Life was good, And I was in kinder, I lived in

On a Sunday afternoon, I hang out with my friend to a local event hold by LA Times, which located at University of Southern California. When I got there, the first thing that got my attention was the books booth. I think the booth was too small because there was really crowded. However, I realized that a massive amount of people actually enjoy reading. I am not a good reader, but this kind of spirit influenced me that I ending up purchased a book. I think the best thing was that the books were so cheap, and be honest, I can spend a whole day finding books that I might interested in. After I left the books booth, I saw a conversation going on. I am not really into in, but I thought that this is a good opportunity

One night when I was at the verge of giving into my pessimistic thoughts, I was searching quotes. Then I came across one that really shifted my mindset it was by Marva Collins and it said “Success doesn’t come to you. You go to it.”I was so mad at that simple statement, I screamed and ranted about how hard I had tried to succeed and failed. Then the next day I actually applied it to my life. I gave myself positive thinking, kept a smile on my face, and didn’t shut down when I didn’t understand the lesson.

My mom is a fairly strict person when it comes to bedtimes, so it is by nature that I came to defy her. One summer night, I went to bed as usual, but with a mischievous glint in my eyes. Watching the crack under the door, I bade my time when, two hours after I “went to sleep,” the lights finally turned off outside. I gave it thirty more minutes before turning on the TV. Luckily for me, a The Suite Life of Zack and Cody marathon was on. Unluckily for me, my seven-year-old self was more inclined to animation, and soon, the laugh tracks became monotonous lullabies.