Christian Lamas Professor Janiszewska English 101 N Due date September, 24, 2015 Final Draft Essay The Painful Unforgettable Day. Feeling the pain of my fingers getting slammed by hard metal, my feet getting rammed over by the wheels, and the sweat pouring down my face and neck was at just on the first day I started. The company I started my new job on my first day is in Peapod. I never believed it was going to be that physical until I started. It made me feel kind of awkward at the beginning because I just have punched in my badge. Suddenly, I was already getting orders right away from my supervisor, I was not even prepared to receive orders immediately after I met my supervisor. I felt inversely because I have commonly stood self-employed of my majority of the time. It was Tuff working on my …show more content…
For instance, the first day on my job Rick saw me pushing the rack that weights about 500lbs the wrong way, from a very long distance he immediately came and told me I was doing it incorrectly however, he did correct me. Doing the tasks the proper way also had given good reviews from my supervisor. I never experienced what recognition was until my cool supervisor had told me some compliments for the first time. I was told by my supervisor I was doing a great job on my first week, it motivated me more into doing tasks more proper. I had more recognition from my boss by doing so, and because it was my new job, it was meaningful. Also, my boss had told me the less trouble I get into and the more time I put it in at work, he will give me raises and promotions. It made me take his advice more seriously. Also, when I first started my job, I thought a dock-loader was a small job. I didn't knew how important it was doing my tasks. The first day I was loading the trucks and unloading them, I noticed I was in charge of making sure the trucks had their loaded totes. When I was told it was an important role, I didn't believe
Rivethead is an account of the entire life of Author Ben Hamper, from his long family lineage of “shoprats” and his catholic school upbringing to his numerous different positions on the General Motors assembly line and his equally numerous lay-offs from the GM Truck & Bus Division. Unfortunately the many years of back breaking labor combined with Hampers own personal demons led him to check into an outpatient mental facility (at the time of the completion of this book) where he learns daily to cope with his many years of mental anguish. Rivethead is a social commentary on industrial America, assembly line work , and the auto industry. This essay, however, will focus on the more specific aspects Hamper considers, such as the monotony required on a (then) modern assembly line, the relationship and hierarchy among workers and their interaction with management as well as both collective and individual responses to work and job satisfaction (or lack there of).
Although I was the youngest employee in our department, my coworkers treated me as an equal. I was part of the team that must work together in a fast pace, quick turn-around time to meet deadlines and occasionally working long hours finishing reports. It was the type of jobs that can make or break anyone brave enough to endure, and I am grateful for the experience. While employed in this job, I also grew as a person. I learned integrity is everything in regards to human interactions, as well as self-respect and respect for my co-workers. I learned to value time and prioritize my daily tasks. At the same time, I learned to be ready for any wrench thrown my way. The gradual maturity I gained at KPMG rises above all else. These are lifelong lessons I take with me every day of my life, and most importantly, these are the values that will not be taken away from
...m my personal experience of having a boss stand by me; I feel this is an important piece of a good boss. Giving employees credit for great work drives productivity up and self-esteem in employees. Bosses know that mistakes happen, but learning from missteps and blunders is crucial for employees (Wilson, 2011).
The big day, it was finally here. Two weeks of training on my own and putting in extra effort to sharpen my soccer skills, all for a two-hour evaluation. Sure I’ve been to soccer tryouts before, but I’ve never been to one where I’m so nervous that I could pass out. After a little pep talk from my dad, I was ready to go. I pulled my tryout jersey over my head and set off for the deep green pitch. As I approached the other girls that were already passing, juggling, or just talking with their friends, every single one of them turned their head to stare. Of course, there were other girls that didn’t belong to Sc Waukesha and were trying out, but nobody even glanced at them. Everyone's attention was on me, and I didn’t know why.
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I received a voice mail today from Sean McKnight stating he has a meeting setup with Ken Barber and some other individuals on the executive board of Illinois Joining Forces (IJF). I felt it was my duty to inform the group about some important facts that Mr. McKnight is very good at hiding. I met Mr. McKnight during my time at NIU. I just served my time as the NIU Veterans Club president and decided it was time to let someone else take the helm. Matthew Galloway the current Veterans Club president introduced the club to Sean McKnight at a veterans club meeting. Sean came in and presented himself as a seasoned veteran’s advocate who has many connections throughout the state of Illinois and Washington D.C. He promoted his organization that he was starting Warriors Guarding Warriors as a revolutionary concept that has not been thought of as for yet throughout the veteran community. Finally, he offered his services to any veterans having trouble with VA benefits or the medical process. At the time we did not know that he was not officially certified to help veterans, and nor did he actually know the proper process or paper work needed to help our fellow veterans. Sean offered to be the Veterans Clubs mentor. The club held a vote and
Moving from a highly diverse community to a less diverse community has to be the weirdest yet interesting culture shock I ever had to deal with. As a young child, I did not know about the outside world. I thought everyone rides the bus or the metro, graffiti on the wall is normal and traffic wouldn’t matter as much since everything I needed was within walking distance sometimes. There were shocking things I learned once I moved to Nebraska.
It all started when Ms. McCrystal began a lesson on how evolutionary changes impacted the lives of other organisms. Allie knew something interesting was going to happen, because Ms. McCrystal was the most engaging teacher on team 8-1. The very next day Ms. McCrystal had all of her Students do an assignment on the five fingers of evolution. Then she announced that the class was going on a class trip to the science museum.
Before junior year, I got up at 5:45 a.m. and took the train and bus to school. Getting my driver's license meant more freedom, more independence, and sleeping in later. For my parents, my license meant a free taxi company for my 3 younger sisters, but I didn’t know that my license would mean getting closer to my sister Ella.
Waking up to a new day. As I rise from my bed I look off into the distance of my bedroom. The bedroom of my house, my very own property. I sit up from my bed, and start contemplating whether or not this is all a dream. But no, this is reality. My reality. I thank you lord for another day it is still very surreal where I am in my life now. 30 years old, living in a 3 story house with two beautiful girls, twins as a matter of fact. A gorgeous view of the world around us, looking out the windows of this gigantic house you can see nothing but beauty. Life at its finest and purity. I always keep a bible and a cross by my bedside and never forget where I came from. The real me, is me. That will never change. Nor will it ever impact me as a father to my beloved children.
When I looked in the rearview mirror is when I knew it was all over. June 25, 2013 was the most tragic day in my life. It was not until that day that I realized how much I appreciate my life and my family. I was on the freeway headed towards the Galleria in Houston, TX, passing the tall Texaco building on this bright sunny afternoon, when everything went downhill. I remember seeing all of the cars in front of me have their bright red tail lights on because everyone was coming to a stop. As soon as I slowed down, I looked into my rearview mirror to see a beige car not slowing down at all but instead looking down at his phone texting, it was already too late for me to do anything. I felt as if my life were over and there was nothing anyone could do, I was sixteen years old when I had my first car accident. I learned that I should have stayed home the afternoon I got into my first car accident. That afternoon I remember gripping my steering wheel so tightly because I was so nervous about the car behind me that I could feel all of the ridges and grooves throughout my entire steering wheel and every indention in my steering
The light from the sun reflects off the pure white wall, illuminating the room. The dust floats, undisturbed by the empty house. This is what I see as I launch myself out the door, into the hot summer air, into the sounds of playing children.
I am stuck in a world of thoughts, distracted with emotions, as my pen bleeds words of sorrow. Pain and
I remember this day as if it were yesterday. May 12, 2010 I woke up for school at six thirty in the morning, just like any other school day. But just like any other middle school student I was tired and did not want to go back to a place that they like to call school but I looked at it more of a prison. Every morning I had a routine which was to wake up, get ready for school and try my hardest to not miss the bus, for some reason the bus driver never liked to wait for me. The day started off great, I did not miss the bus, right before lunch I passed my math test with a B- . The last class of the day was Mrs. Orozco, who was my science teacher, she was not my favorite but I was having a good day so I had a positive mindset when entering her classroom.
Years ago I had the most terrifying, shocking day of my life. I had between seven or eight years when this happened. The day before the accident, all my family was at my grandfather’s house. We all were eating the food my mother and my aunts brought, telling jokes at the dinner table. Meanwhile, I was playing with my cousins in the backyard. Everyone was enjoying the family meeting. As the time passed by and everyone was about to go home, my mother suggested the idea that we all should go at my grandparent’s ranch next day, since everyone was in town we all could have the chance to go. Everyone liked the idea. It was the perfect time to go because it was a weekend. As they all agreed to go, they begun to decide who bring what to the gathering. Who would have thought that thanks to that suggestion, I would lead me to the hospital the day of the reunion.