Before I came along my mom Tina and dad Bob worked at the hospital in the cafeteria. It was my mom and dad's first job. My mom was a Junior at Marion High School and my dad was a Junior at Mississinewa High School. My parents say that the cafeteria of hospital was the place to work and that they loved it. My dad had a little help getting got the job because my Grandpa worked in the radiology department. And my mom had some help from my mamaw who worked in the Central Sterile department. My mom and dad became best friends and got super close. My mom took it upon herself to try and hook up my dad with this girl named Bridget that worked at the hospital cafeteria too. At this time when my Grammy was in the hospital and bridget had went up to her
Me and Christina were taking in the same nursing program. A month or so of knowing her I decided I'd find find out if she had known Mary. Maybe she was a relative, aunt, friend '' Mary was my mother" she said. I didn't know how to respond, I was so in shock. I needed to know everything about Mary that I never knew. " Your mother was a great woman " Christina looked confused to how I knew her mother. Me and Christina been spending a lot of time togehter, not only was she my friend but I was beginning to fall in love with her.
Along with creating steps which will lead me towards my ultimate career goal, the creation of a specific five-year plan for myself was key. In five years I will be in school, hopefully in my final year of my Masters degree; a plan which seems so simple to achieve, however requires an extensive amount of hard work and dedication. Being so far in my academic career already, I will hopefully have worked in summer internships or been employed during the year by a speech-language pathologist or various health institutions to gain experience in the profession and potentially become full time employed by one of these institutions post-graduation. Within the five years, I will have as well established networks and built relationships with multiple
Receiving my first job was a huge milestone in life, as it is for any teen. The feeling was equivalent to learning how to tie a shoe and being picked first for kickball. It was basically a moment where I truly became aware that I was growing up, that “this was it” I was finally going to cut the ties and become my own provider. To prove myself and others, that I can handle the so called “Real World”. However, upon entering my first job, most teenagers were unaware the of the reasonability that came with it. It was pretty much treated like a last period class, “if you show up you pass” kind of deal. When in actuality, it was much more. Working as a ride operator at a local amusement park, Lake Winnie, many would assume that it would be the easiest
“To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you someone else is the greatest accomplishment.” This quote is by Ralph Waldo Emerson. He was a man who always put his education as a top priority, so I highly admire him. As I read this quote, I realized that my greatest accomplishment is something that I am constantly progressing and excelling in, my education. There are three reasons that I will explain as to why my education is my greatest accomplishment. First, education has never been a factor in any of my family member’s lives. Secondly, it took a long time for me to get on track with my educational values. Lastly, I will explain how far my education has gotten me.
I quit my first job after only six months. Most people hate their first job, as they tend to be low pay with menial tasks, working with people they did not like. I wished that I could have said the same thing, would have loved to be like everyone else, but I was not. I was motivated to get the job, for the money, respect and as my father told me before getting it; I would gain a work ethic to follow me around for the rest of my life. He was a man who seemed to be well respected. For me, I looked around and the best I received seemed to be simply to be tolerated.
In May of 2017, I got my first job at Whole Foods. I worked throughout the whole summer of 2017, and am still currently employed there. Since I got the job right before summer started, I had only worked there during the summer. School was coming up, so I had to prepare to take on the task of working 28 hours a week, while going to high school, and consistently going to the gym 4 days a week. I had never had to manage my time like this before, so it was very challenging and exhausting the first month. My goal was not only to be able to do these tasks, but to do them well and be successful at doing them. I was worried that working as much as I do, I wasn’t going to be able to maintain getting good grades. The first month of working while going
It takes one person to change the trajectory of another person’s life. During my work experience I dealt with instances where my ethics, empathy, and professionalism guided me when handling patient’s problems. For example, a patient’s, (I will call Tom) MRI results showed a congenital anomaly in his brain. As a result, Tom required a consult with a brain specialist. Unfortunately, Tom recently aged out of the foster care system; and was lacking insurance coverage; the financial means; and supports for medical treatment. To clarify, my task of notifying the patient was completed, but I felt compelled to further aid Tom by securing a brain consult for him. After days of phone calls, I learned Tampa General Hospital provides medical services to the indigent and they agreed to see Tom. For this purpose, I advised Tom to go to Tampa General, nonetheless he was resistant. Next, I persisted by calling Tom every day until he relented by admitting himself to the hospital. A few days later,
The first time I walked into Planet Wings and applied for a job was the beginning of the next stage of my life. When I got the job and went in for training, I felt like things were about to change. It took several hours to get the hang of it, but eventually learned what I was required to. I was ready for my first full day at work. I worked for a few days and started getting pretty good.
Last summer I started a daycare called sugar and spice. It was fun being around kids playing and laughing all day, not your typical job. Getting this job was exciting because it was my first job. I worked for that daycare for about 4 ½ month close to five. When I tell you it was the best experience as a first job ever, the children were funny and outgoing always put a smile on my face.
First Job Realizing that I was growing up and moving toward adulthood was the hardest thing that has ever come to me in life. This realization occurred this summer when I had to get my first job. Getting my first job was very difficult for me as I am not good with new and change in my life. Working my first job over the summer showed me responsibility, taught me to speak up for myself, and opened me up becoming an adult.
It is expected that usually nobody looks forward to their first job, but that wasn’t the case for me. I remembered wanting a job last summer, but I never put the effort in looking for one or even knew what kind of job I wanted to take. But, someone I knew approached me about a job that deals with working with kids. When she recommended me, I got the job, and I went from there. Up to this day, I look forward to going to work.
In the beginning of sophomore year I got my first job, and I still work there currently. Everyone always remembers their first job, whether it's good, or bad. First jobs are influential, and are the starting point for the rest of your career. My first job, all started out going into Romanos Greenhouse for a Mother’s Day gift for my grandmother. My mother was looking for a job, because she was in between job searching and quitting her current job at the bank, and I was a sophomore, thinking about job opportunities but not wanting to work somewhere like Market Basket.
February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to the hospital as quickly as possible as if it may be the last time to see her older brother. My mom finally calls me back and when I tell her the news, she quickly leaves work. That after-noon I lost my Uncle.
It started when I was a little girl, I think I was about five years old. I grew up in a one parent household, with just my mom. I had three other siblings, two brothers and a sister. My mom was the sole provider of the family. Everything started getting hard for her as we grew. I got curious and asked my mom a question I never asked before. "Mom where is my dad and why isn 't he here to help you take care of us." " Mom said, he was killed when you were a baby." So I never spoke of it again until I had turned about fifteen years of age. I still was curious about what had happened to my father. I started having dreams of my father being around, a man whom i had never seen or meet before. He was just an illusion that I had made up inside my
It was Friday night, I took a shower, and one of my aunts came into the bathroom and told me that my dad was sick but he was going to be ok. She told me that so I did not worry. I finished taking a bath, and I immediately went to my daddy’s house to see what was going on. My dad was throwing-up blood, and he could not breath very well. One of my aunts cried and prayed at the same time. I felt worried because she only does that when something bad is going to happen. More people were trying to help my dad until the doctor came. Everybody cried, and I was confused because I thought it was just a stomachache. I asked one of my older brothers if my dad was going to be ok, but he did not answer my question and push me away. My body shock to see him dying, and I took his hand and told him not to give up. The only thing that I heard from him was, “Daughters go to auntie...