Tag: Writing
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Temporary Stay
Our postponement has expired. I was hoping for more time. The morning sky cannot hide the truth. I see the warning buried beneath the horizon, preventing the sun from rising.
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Hordes of Havoc
My life traverses a weary circle; a hollow atmosphere pollutes the seasons. Experience has lost its meaning. My famished darkness, tempted by the bloated hordes of havoc. Provoking this quiet wrath. Everything is uncertain. My days end writing my acquaintance, Death, a letter; the pages heft with regret
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It’s Been A While
It’s been a while since I’ve felt the sun. Daily precipitation grows more intense. Finding my sense of direction, moving away from the storm yet, tethered to the chaotic attraction. Thunder without the touch of lightning. All I have is the rain.
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September 25, 2022
The weekend is a blink of an eye. My body is on a terrible cycle of much caffeine and insufficient sleep; I can’t stay awake during the day and sleep at night. I have a phone interview tomorrow, and I’m still waiting for the call details. My boss rescheduled our Monday 1:1 session again. I […]
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August 17, 2022
I’ve been given excuses, unpleasant surprises and contradictions. The money is not worth what I’m feeling right now.
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August 11, 2022
This week’s routine is disjointed; stress and expectations throw things out of whack. I feel exhausted, but there is no time to sleep. Someone at work asked, “do you eat? I don’t see you eating.” This has become a recurring theme at every place I work. It’s weird to me the level of interest some […]
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August 8, 2022
Monday, Monday, so good to me. I received my project assignments, all with issues I must address with the executives. Facilities decided to do more work on the ceiling above my desk, and I still had technology issues with my computer hardware and platform access. I need to get more sleep. Rest in peace, Olivia […]
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August 6, 2022
A week of starting over. I learned that some of my former co-workers resigned after I did, and a friend is finally making the jump after fourteen years. My dreams have been work-related; they could either be messages or subconscious. I watched Neil Gaiman’s “The Sandman” on Netflix. An excellent series.
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The Last Eight Months
#TLDR This story is about my experience working for a five-year-old immigration “start-up” company.
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June 2, 2022
I often wonder whether honesty is the best policy. Being true to myself is an arduous and questionable journey.
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May 11, 2022
Mercury is in Retrograde; the atmosphere is producing a strange vibe. I’ve lost count of the number of job application rejections. I feel that my current employer will fire me soon, and if that happens, I have nowhere to land. The cryptocurrency market is tanking. My small amount of investments is now worth less than […]
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Vibe
I exist in a place of confusion; perspiration has the scent of chaos. My father visits my dreams, but he doesn’t recognize me. The ebb and flow of warnings erode the existence of time.
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April 13, 2022
Yesterday, I had an interview due to happenstance. I have a couple of panel interviews this week, so we will see what happens. Things may once again come full circle. I had my first one-on-one with the new Vice President of Global Customer Success. He was apologetical 20-minutes late. We discussed his observations during his […]
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April 7, 2022
So, this week the company CEO visited us. After his last visit in December 2021, I was not looking forward to it. He had me feeling horrible the last time, so I expected more of the same. He did not disappoint. Our one-on-one meetings feel like interrogations. I am often caught off guard without knowing […]
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April 3, 2022
Work continues to keep me busy. We launched a new onboarding program and the new learn platform. I’m feeling burnt out, which is unfortunate because our new vice president and the chief executive officer are visiting next week. We’ve all been talking about Will Smith slapping Chris Rock. Marvel released “Moon Knight” on Disney Plus. […]
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March 27, 2022
The first week of Spring, but it felt like Summer. Those on the East Coast will likely disagree. Another week of long hours and unrealistic expectations at work. We celebrated my grandson’s eighth birthday over the weekend. He is growing up quickly. I watched stand-up comedy performed by Earthquake, Arsenio Hall, and Jeff Foxworthy on […]
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Birth
Seeds of resurrection. Childish games they continue playing. Those lingering lies were their truth as fairy tales. I stepped away. For a moment, my thoughts I quietly transcribed—a world of burning embers. I returned, and everything I knew turned to ashes. Memories no longer forgotten.
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