Personal Narrative: When I Quit My Job

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.

As teenager, many people say their adolescence is one of the most important phases in anyone’s life. As a teenager, you get to experience many great events like going to high school football games, dating your first boyfriend or girlfriend, getting your driver license, and graduating from high school. As I look back, I believe that getting my first job was the most important event in my adolescence. I was very enthusiastic about getting my first job. I enjoyed that fact that I will be able to earn my own money and not having to ask my mother for any earn. Surprising, there was only one obstacle that was holding me back and that was the fact that I was a

Last June my mom lost her job of 30 years without any notice. She literally walked in the office at 8 am, met with her bosses at 8:30, was told her position at the bank was no longer available because they were trying some new things, and was packed and out the door by 9. Since she was making a pretty decent living at the bank, getting benefits and insurance, we were hopeless when she lost her job. At the time, both of us were covered by Blue Cross Blue Shield Insurance. I had just finished my series of Invisalign and had about 4 more months to pay them off, my mom had some medical bills to pay, and we both had eye glasses, contacts, and prescriptions. Even though I was working part-time and she was selling Avon that was not enough. We had

The last big decision I made was about changing schools. I was a day student at the Gaffney site and lived on campus. While I was living in Gaffney, my papa began to experience health problems. Before I moved to Gaffney for school I took care of my papa so that my parents and grandma could work. When health problems put my papa in the hospital, I had to choose to stay in Gaffney or move back home. After talking with my parents, my grandma, and my advisor I decided to transfer to the Greenville site, so that I could be with my papa. The decision I made to move home worked out great. I was able to find a job, I enjoy going to school in Greenville, and my papa’s health has improved so much that he is back at work.

On a three-one pitch to lead off the third inning I received a fastball right down the middle of the plate. After making solid contact with my bat, the ball turned right back around heading for the left field fence and cleared it by twenty feet. This resulted in my first home run of the season and possibly the farthest ball I ever hit. Although I enjoy many other hobbies, baseball outshines them all.

As a child, I was always curious about how things worked and why they worked the way they did. I would take electronic and try to figure out what made it work. I had a knack for piecing things apart , seeing how they worked and fixing back together. My dad had a red Volkswagen golf car that had a bad door handle which had fallen apart and was no longer in use, he had managed it for weeks due to lack of funds to repair it. Wondering why it had spoilt and how I could fix it, I studied the other good door and spent my whole afternoon trying to fix this door. I had to go back some times to look at the other door to see how it ought to work and try again. Not deterred by my many failures, I kept trying. I ripped the car door upholstery

Something about me that might surprise in is that I love to take things apart. I’m curious about how things work, what makes them trick. As a child it was my toys or old junk that weren’t working and sometimes I fixed them. The question that comes to mind was “Why wasn’t it working”? What was preventing it from working? Now as an adult the question is “Is it a good design”. What details allow it to work the way it does? How can it be better? What materials is it made of? And could it have being done differently? Because of my curiosity I have a fondness for production. I love putting all the working parts of a project together. Going over the prototype, ensuing that as the components come together it’s a smooth transition, on time and within

So, here’s the deal: I’m an unemployed college drop-out. I could probably go back to school and finish up, considering I decided to quit going just a few months ago, but I don’t want to. Why? Because I don’t like college. Why? Because I don’t like spending ridiculous amounts of money on courses that I’m not interested in and textbooks that I don’t even read. Plus, college is a scam if I’ve ever heard of one…

On Saturday Carly called me while I was working in the parking booth to see if there was anyone to cover her shift because she had a stomach bug and couldn’t keep anything down. I gave her the names and numbers of some people she could try calling to get her shift covered but she wasn’t able to get a hold of anyone. I knew Kristen was trying to get a hold of Angelina to see if she could leave early that day and with Carly not being able to come in I asked if she had heard back from Angelina and if she could stay for the remainder of her shift. This is when she started saying things such as “This is why I hate working Saturdays because everything is a disaster” it seemed almost like a panic attack. I told her if she didn’t want to stay Melissa

1. You have quit your job; or you were laid off - to put it nicely. For the first couple of days of being funemployed, you sit in your living room, turn on the television and think to yourself, “finally, I can finish this season of Game of Thrones.”

I sit in the small, confined DJ booth of a hole-the-wall bar. Mike, better known as Cowboy, the ten-gallon hat wearing owner of Afterburners, invites me to come resume my DJ duties since I am on a two-week layoff from my factory job and larger crowds have once again began filing into the bar. I used to DJ on weekends for Cowboy before school and my full-time job became too much and his business began to slow down. I have to admit it feels good to be back in my old element.

The only hard decision i can think of that i´ve had to make was wether or not to come to Mid East. I didn´t know if i wanted to leave my home school and all my friends to go to a new school. I kinda wanted to go to Mid East so that i wouyld have more opportunities but didn´t know how i felt about a new school with new classes. At my home school i was more familiar with my surroundings and the classes that i would be taking. I looked at a list of the diffrent classes that i could take such as criminal justice or natural resources that interested me. After talking to some of my friends and finding out that thay wanted to go to Mid East i felt more comforable with the idea of going but still couldn´t think of what class i wonted to take. I talked

I fell onto the couch with almost a groan of both pain and exhaustion. At this moment, I wanted nothing more than to melt into the couch, become one with the furniture in my shitty apartment, and never have to face humanity again.

My job classification is Planning Analyst, I work in Network Management Department at Hennepin Health (Medicaid health plan) as a Provider Relations Consultant for three years, My role is to manage the relationship with vendors and serving as the liaison for internal and external business partners; and provide support to Contract Managers in the execution of MHP Participating Provider Agreements. In addition, some of my responsibilities consisted of providing support in the negotiation of proposed provider contracts to ensure compliance with state regulations, reimbursement structure standards, and other key process controls. I also, educate and re-direct the vendors to ensure they are remaining in compliance with their contract requirements.

If you were to ask my father how he made the tough decisions in life he would tell you it was simple. Well maybe it is when you have an uncompromising set of ideals and sure sense of what is fair. I can remember when I was only 10 years old and my father was offered a high level position with his company but the position would require for us to move to Texas. We lived in a small town with a great school and lots of friends, my mother and father were both involved in the volunteer Fire Department and I think I knew everyone in town. Everyone looked out for each other and most important we felt safe. My dad easily turned down the position and never regretted it, although I am certain on a professional level he would have enjoyed the challenge. To this day I often think back to that sacrifice when I am analyzing similar options in my career. The first priority in my life is creating a stable nurturing environment for my family, not buying them the most video games. My Dad did ok making money and supporting our family, we had a nice house and plenty of toys and TV’s but what I remember the most was that he was home every night and weekend to enjoy them with us not at the office.