Personal Narrative: Why We Need To Make A Dollar

I’m fairly new to the adult romance genre, and after reading a few that I adored I got a blogger friend of mine to give me some recommendations. On her list of recommendations for romances that are more rom-com was Melissa Foster’s The Real Thing. This was my first Melissa Foster book and I absolutely loved it! I’m so glad I decided to pick up this one as one of my first picks. he Real Thing takes place in a small town called Sugar Lake and features Zane and Willow who have a somewhat complicated history. I loved that they technically started out as friends and kept in touch all those years before getting together as it just made their chemistry and relationship all the more steamier and swoonier. And while the fake relationship trope was used

When I was 5, my hands grew old and weary, tired of construction and calloused from work. Day after day after day, I would fashion new worlds and cultures out of little LEGO blocks. I worked fastidiously- creating tiny planes, guarded forts, and expansive cities that swept from one end of the carpet to the other. (I loved to make castles with booby-trapped moats and false walls and hidden entrances.)

I am sorry to bother you with this but the paycheck I received today 3/15/16 was incorrect from the amount I usually received. During this monthly statement, I did not call any sick leave, however, on 2/28/16 I was not schedule to work and yet I thought I was. So when I came to work, I was told by the full timers that they needed people to help operate the store and so I clocked in on that day. I don't think I was paid for that

So, I made a wrong turn today - literally. My brother called to cancel plans while I was driving, and I ended up somewhere in the DEEP south. (cue banjos) But I am wholly confident that God uses every of my wrong turns for his good.

I have never worked retail before this internship. Everything that I am going to learn is all new me. The department that I was assigned to work in is Cabinet and Appliances. The managers I am learning under is Joe and Heather.

The checkout was a disaster as far as I was concerned. I got in line and there were two other customers in front of me. The first customer was just finishing his checkout process and leaving. The second customer had placed several of her items, from her large order, on the edge of the checkout counter. Alissa started to scan the customer’s merchandise, but did not offer a greeting or a smile. She did ask for the customer’s Ingles card but that was all the Alissa ever said to the customer. I could not read the bagger’s name tag but he was a Caucasian male about 20 years old. He was about 5’ 10” tall, brown hair, no glasses, dark Ingles shirt and khaki pants. The bagger never greeted the customer. He bagged the items with little regard as too

From my childhood to the present day my Mom and I have faced numerous financial hurdles. This is mostly due to the fact that my biological father decided to leave whenever I was two months old. Sadly, he has never been found and it has left my Mom to care for a growing daughter with a minimum wage salary. She never attended college so whenever I was younger she was forced to work long nights in order to just pay the rent each month. Now we are attempting to figure out how to pay sixteen thousand dollars in college expenses whenever that figure exceeds her annual salary by 142%.

Oh man.. diet this.. diet that!! what will they think of next!.. what an industry.. I am not saying that it won't work.. but i know that if I do a set program, i will end up getting off it in the end and gaining my weight back.. I started cooking for myself.. I found it was a great way of cutting the calories!..but i didn't know how to cook... then my friend bought me this dirty little beginners cookbook that was so dang funny that I just couldnt put it down... I've made some great stuff with it and all a helluva lot healthier than eating out!.. I can't tell you the name of the book cause it's politically incorrect.. but if you google "whipped and beaten Culinary works" you'll find it.. but if you get offended easily and can't take a joke..skip

In the beginning, I went to the center to take the blue teams flag. I decided to change my team to the red side. I made sure the blue side wouldn't win. I saw a guy named 05Ninja05.

History never changes, but the way we interpret it can. Born to a 19-year-old woman who had never lived outside of her small agricultural town and a 33-year-old Iranian soldier, I left Iran for the United States when I was five years old. My journey from a boy to a man is focused around five key decisions that would prove instrumental in writing my history.

As both of you probably already know I have been a VERY sick man since February of this year and into the hospital 8 times for treatment. During this time my recovery was looking optimistic and I thought that I could work again. With the spirit of trying I did no more than 5 hours work before having to be shipped off to the hospital in an ambulance again. During this time my thought process was clear, turns out it was skewed and I am still unable to work. That being said it has more been a horrifying process to come to terms with being medically disabled and unable to work at 20 years old. During these months of suffering I realize I have caused this company mass suffering with me having to divert tons of my shifts due to being unable to work them.

I do think we've gotten better as a society. Although I think it would be difficult to pick up all the bad apples on the tree. History does repeat itself, I just hope it never happens again. And if it does, I also hope we can stop it in the nick of time.

“Ready let's do this!” Those are the last words I heard from my coach until I got hit. This all started as a normal practice, until my Alex (my coach) asked me to something new. The thing she wanted me to do was a front flip while my bases threw me in the air while holding on to my backspot Izzy’s hand. So they threw and as I was coming around my hand and Izzys hand somehow came undone and her elbow came down my head was coming around and they hit. When I got hit I kind of blanked because my coach told me that I kept going after I got hit and I don’t remember that till this day. So after my bases let me down I started crying because it hurt really bad and after I sat on the ground I felt my head where I got hit and it felt like I have a 5 inch bump coming out of my head. So my best friend Laura went and got me ice from the trainer. When she got back with the ice I put it on my head and I suddenly felt tired. I told my coach that I was really tired and she said that I had to stay

I've been reading a lot about the economy. I've lived through Reagan, Clinton, the Bushes, Obama. In my old age, I've probably forgotten a president or maybe two. But it really doesn't matter who is President of the United States, he (so far we've only had Hes) gets more credit and blame for things than he really has the power to change. Without a cooperative Congress to write legislation, there are no bills for the President to sign into law. Currently, many people think it is President Obama's fault that our economy is in its current state. They blame his policies. Others blame the Fed (the Federal Reserve Bank). Still others blame big corporations. I think it's much simpler and comes down to basic money habits and how we each learned to

Me and my parents were having an interesting conversation as we were entering one of the national parks. We were just passing through the entrance when my brother questioned my parents as to where we were going. My mom pulled out a park pamphlet which she said she got it for free at the gift shop we had passed a while back. I had gotten the same one as well but recalled it being one dollar. I checked them to see if they were different but they we just the same. My dad asked us if we wanted to go back to get it but it was about a half hour drive and my brother didn’t want to go back for just one dollar. In the meanwhile I started to tell them about the time when I found a twenty dollar bill at the store while I was in line. I was certain a