Personal Narrative: Why I Had To Leave

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.

I have lost my grandpa and have not gotten over the idea of it. When I was in the sixth grade, my grandfather was very sick; he could barely walk. While my grandmother and some other family members went uptown for some household things, food, and medication, I was told to take care of him. Yet, I wanted to play with my friends outside. He told me to go ahead and play, but for some reason I just got mad and slammed the door and left. Around nighttime, I seen an ambulance pull up to my grandparents’ house.

When we enter the meeting another delegate decided to be present. In the meeting it was myself, Barbara, Rochelle Smith, Erin Marks, , I was then told by the human resources person that I was being fired because of insubordination and that she was going to let my manager (Rochelle) speak about the reasoning of my dismissal. My manager then started speaking about how when she address me at the nurses station that I was becoming loud and that the reasoning of my dismissal was because “I refused to go into the office with her” and that I did not realize how loud my tone of voice was. Then she went on explaining how she asked me to find coverage without it being someone who would do overtime and how she came to me nicely when she addressed the

As time seemed to slow down around me, I saw things I never thought I’d see. Because of our speed, I saw how the tail end of our car would swing out far enough to hit the small hatchback, injuring the mother and teenager in the front seats. I also saw the bullet fired from the NYPD police cruiser behind us, the glass from the passenger window seemingly floating in mid-air, as it just barely missed my lifelong “friend.” But as time around me slowed, I did the worst thing possible; I thought.

After looking at some of the duties that I currently do and getting some information from Justin, I have come up with the following duties that hopefully should not be a problem to transfer with my transition. If you all have any other thoughts feel free to let me know. Those you see highlighted in red are duties I would keep and transition

"Obviously, you already know that I'm gone. It was something I needed to do. You're an adult now. You're ready to be on your own. Maybe some day, things will change and we can see each other again. I can't tell you why I left or where I'm going. I don't want you to follow

Let me start off with an apology. When things first began, it was simple. So it goes that life eases into a dull, rhythmic, verse. You got lost and that’s my fault. All I am is sorry. Where did you go, I wonder? I ripped you from my warmth so many times in the velvet of night. So many times you stayed hidden amongst the shelves and floorboards; finding yourself reserved to that small corner on the sofa. What were you thinking of then? Somehow, you always found your way back to me. Somehow you tangled yourself around my skin and frighten off the chill. This…this feels like goodbye. Where did you go? How neglectful I was to disregard you- the very thing that gave me so much consistent comfort. My soul bearer of entertainment on rainy days and

I thought my life was amazing. Everything about it was perfect. I didn't think anything would be able to disturb that peace. I had no idea that anything was wrong. I never imagined my parents would get a divorce.

After almost two years of my work, and I've been getting a lot of customers anyway, instead I thought of to stop working there. I'm already getting bored and I want to continue my college. With the money my savings for two years, I was able to enroll in college without having to request a cost to my parents.

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 am an inventor with past great inventions working on my project however, I am having some trouble.

Before reaching the 11th grade, I was painfully shy. How shy was I? Well, I would avoid asking questions even though I didn’t fully understand the material. I would stutter in my replies. I would feel myself shaking every time I had to speak in front of the class. I would cower away from people, from anyone who I wasn’t close to, as they talked to me.

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.

Looking at the data from the simulation, my ending position makes a lot of sense. At the very beginning, I had spent $5,162,500 on advertising compared to my year’s net profit of -$723,500. These marketing expenditures would prove to improve sales, however, as eventually I would become the market leader in my industry. This explains the slow rise of profit and units sold. People began purchasing more and more of my bags, and eventually the costs of production would be less than my revenue. This upward trend of sales and net profit, unfortunately, took me two years to ignite, leaving me behind other competitors. I am very surprised I sold so many bags, because at the beginning, I had flat lined at one hundred and thirty-three bags per quarter

I took the last job right after I graduated back in 2009. The positions really helped me to develop a number of skills necessary for this automation manufacturing industry. I started as automation and moved on to IT system support specialist and then the automation senior project supervisor. That was very lucky to have the opportunity to work from sensors to PLC, from PLC to data flow, from data flow to the entire manufacture system, from built system to projects. However, there was little opportunity for growth with the same systems, and I felt it was time to move on to a new position with more responsibility. A position that will allow me to use the skills I developed at my last job, while taking on challenges that I know I am ready