Dream Dark Stories

Tag: work

  • Day Two Hundred and Ninety-Seven, February 16th, 2025 pt. 2 & Prompt Soup #0.76

    What alternative career paths have you considered or are interested in?

    Hi-ho and hello.

    I want to help others. Not just that I want to be a beneficial point for each person I meet on the job in an effective and transformative way for the positive.

    Funny thing is I was going to originally be a teacher and was aptly bound to the idea for quite some time. Circumstances change though and my small job brought on a tendency to help, truly benefit others, and I turned the corner towards counseling.

    Now my decisions changing have me at a precipice of decisions, decisions, and more decisions, do I want to be a mental health provider, marriage counselor, suicide prevention agent, the list is nearly limitless but wait…can I handle this?

    Am I up to the challenge though, am I capable to be unbiased and come with a open mind and open heart to everybody’s circumstances and situations?

    I ponder on this thought and can’t wait to start my Masters.

    C’est La Vie

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

    ‘KNOW THYSELF’

  • Day Seventy-Nine, March 19th, 2024

    Hi-ho and Hello.

    Don’t you think it’s funny that we rely on routine so often, yet when the routine tends to show a hindering of our own creativity, we tend to hate on that routine? With the painful admission and acknowledgment on my planner having to remove my dates for payments, dates for in and out, for lunches, having a scratch all that out I was more than elated to find that I had plenty left to do.

    My Passion Planner

    The above image is of course the passion planner that I use daily, there are days hell even weeks and the occasional months where I completely lose focus and I’m not going to use those images. Hahaha. I tend to kind of take a sharpie to those times and then address at the very end of how disappointing the outcome was for that lack of initiative that I took. This isn’t one of those weeks thankfully.

    After getting fired the way I did, I was flummoxed, I was confused, and more than irritated. I did take care of the matters as best as I thought I could, I really hope I didn’t do it the wrong way. I am talking with a law firm waiting for the investigation to continue and see what ends up happening. To which, on that note, I didn’t think I’d deal with reporting discrimination. Yeah it’s one thing to get teased growing up, it’s another thing to get picked on by family, uncles, and brothers. It’s very much a different reality when it’s affecting not only your person but your income.

    But I’m realizing while looking at readers that continue to come to my site, they’re organized, they are connected to a myriad of social routes that will help them access further readers and touch more. So yeah in my planner there’s a little bit here a little bit there are you dressing some things that need to be done, what I really need to do though is pull my head out of my ass, and really pinpoint the issues that could be helped to make dream dark stories continuing prospect. I just need to do more research, focus more on what will bring Dream Dark Stories to the forefront for my focus and to further my goal while also maintaining how I want to be as a husband and as a father and as a student.

    C’est la vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning good night to you wonderful readers may have a beautiful and pleasant day to come or let It be the night.

    Nosce Te Ipsum

  • Day Sixty-Five, March 5th, 2024

    Hello and Hi-ho.

    I was trying to find the silver lining. After being removed from my position yesterday, I stood aimlessly, drifting and in a void of confounded dizzying. Even still the night of the 5th I am trying to wrap my head around with my wording and how to convey this not being right.

    Right quick, I will and do take complete and total accountability and responsibility if there was or is something that I had done that was unforgivable, immature, unprofessional or otherwise. Now what has me very curious into what happened how it happened and what I hadn’t requested that made it where me getting fired had me getting fired. And I don’t know how to convey to a lawyer that something is a miss, something is a foot.

    The thing is, I addressed my concerns after the infusion, just the first of the first-round which that first round takes two infusions, the first being two weeks between one another and then a six-month wait before that second infusion. In that second infusion is in fact the second because number one and two at the beginning is only for the initial first infusion. I know it’s confusing, but it is true.

    I communicated with my team, I communicated with everybody that I had been having some difficulty, noticing some changes, asking for this, asking for that, which had me leaning into HR requesting for part-time. And after that part-time request, after it was finalized, and turned in just last week I got fired this f****** Monday. What the actual f*** went wrong? What the f*** step, what did I not communicate? What is there that I’m missing? Was it something that I did incorrectly? That didn’t have a reason or at least there was askew? What was that something that was ignored? At least that’s how it feels, that’s what it seems like. Maybe I am losing my f****** mind but god damn it I really f****** hope that’s not the case.

    Sorry for the language but it is what it is. Luckily it’s censored, apparently my mic is programmed to *** the graphic content. Hahahaha.

    I’m perturbed and while dealing with this, calling firms, hoping for an assist in how to address this. I’m trying to see the silver lining. Do I immediately jump on a prospective job? Do I take a moment and take care of the items that have fallen to the wayside? Do I reel in my focus for school and the side job? My art?

    Just this last day alone I was able to get most of the laundry beast to its caverns, nooks, and crevices. Was able to clean up the kitchen counters and dishes (kitchen floor and table tomorrow), was able to play with my boy and breathe a bit, it was a panicked shaking breathing but, still a breath.

    We’ll see, maybe I’ll do a journal post through each hour tomorrow. We’ll see how productive I can be at home. Here, where I always am.

    C’est la vie

    Good night and good morning, to those waking good morning and good night.

    Nosce Te Ipsum

  • Day Sixty-Four, March 4th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    I find myself saddened, a tad confused, and certainly taking a blow. The fact of the matter is I was let go from my position at work.

    So as to not deal with legalities I will simply state this: I was working for a customer service company on going to HR and requesting a part-time position, getting my doctor’s approval, signing my own permissions approval, and finalizing everything last week, I was let go today. And I would even like to add that in a near celebratory way I was offered VTO for “a longer weekend to make sure I was refreshed and ready for the next week.”

    I’m trying to figure out what I can, trying to make sense of what steps I took and how I managed to lose my job, and how to make sure I can get another one sooner than later cuz this, well, this is a lot. And I am about up to the brim and done with s*** hitting the fan. I’m just tired.

    Though I may wallow, silently if I may add, try to end up on top right. Even if it’s considered the top for myself not for the company I just got removed from or any other company. Hoping to talk to some legal people today because I was literally in the middle of talking with HR upon getting fired and I don’t get it.

    So yeah that wraps up my Monday, I’ve got a lot of s*** to do, I’ve got a lot of planning to do, and now that I have all this free time, I have a lot of cleaning I need to do cuz I don’t know that’s just how the f****** cookie crumbles.

    C’est la vie

    Those of you chasing the night may it be gentle, and those waiting for the morning may it be a breeze of peace. Good morning and good night.

    Nosce Te Ipsum

  • Day Fifty-Seven, February 26th, 2024

    Riddle me this: If one that does what they deem right, is considered wrong by the other, and thus who is told that similar would be just as bad if not worse than what’s considered good by the one, is the seconds choosing based on guilt, control, or fear?

    Sorry for the tirade of questionable phrasing and wordage to the riddle. Lately I’ve been addressed to some errors, an overwhelmingly large sum of errors. These are due to memory, cognitive relevance, and training, we all know how training is right?

    Throw you into the pot, expecting you to boil and come out buttery and fresh. At least that’s how it comes off. Maybe that’s out of line, or maybe shoddy training and rapid lesson techniques are meant for a specific type? Again I have no clue and gosh, I’d like to know.

    Maybe I am a damn fool, maybe this job just isn’t for me, I don’t know. I really wish I knew, and though I know some of the steps are very clear others I get confused, I get lost, every state has different rules that come with different routes, so maintaining with the status quo of what work is as of late, I’m really wishing I could just paint right and do school. God if I can just do those things. Of course being a husband and a parent come first and foremost outside of the typical routine it’s what I would like.

    Anyhow to those of you who have been following the journal entries, I got the 150/150. Pretty cheesed if I may say and I would love the content and feedback as not only does the subject lightly grace circumstances I’m dealing with, but profoundly addresses situations for my family as it is my grandfather has Parkinson’s, grandma had MS too. But this discover that the gold nano crystalization and what it can bring not only is it going to benefit the two papers that I have to write using my radio report, it also brings the excitement, like editing and writing for my friend doing the memoirs it’s exciting I like doing the writing when the excitement is there, and sadly there are certain subjects where it’s a No-No. We’ll see how projects for week Seven and Eight will turn out. Trying to get that GPA back up. Fingers crossed.

    Anyhow Signing out for the night, may you have a great one.

    C’est la vie

    Goodnight and Good morning, good morning and Goodnight.

    Nosce Te Ipsum

  • Day Thirty-Nine, February 8th, 2024

    Hello and Hi-ho

    If it’s not apparent, I work from home, and boy do I loathe the bs that becomes the monotonous drawl of what becomes typical.

    Thing is I mentioned the disability, due to not wanting to have to address it later. I mentioned maybe needing part-time availability but not to an egregious point just to help with appointments, scheduled CT scans and what have you. It got a bit hectic and nearly weekly needing to get some infusion issues addressed and the likes that came with it…to be expected, at least, so I thought.

    Well I thought damn wrong. This is the first time I’ve been having a sneaking feeling that I’m being pushed out, my lunches are set far after the six hr threshold and they state a break should hold me down, should be enough. Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t, but there’s a principle to it, the initiative of following laws and respecting people and their differences. Maybe there is a self-righteous aire to what I’m saying but, maybe, and please, comment back if you feel the need, is it so arrogant to request a respect for us being human, acknowledging that we each feel, sense, and are ourselves and with that come as an original slice of the whole. If we can see us to be the same yet different, can’t we respect ones predilections for work, rest, break, or fun?

    It’s like ‘guilty pleasures‘, what makes it guilty? There’s the argument of rights and wrongs, to which I’m the side of if there’s light, an altruistic and philanthropic nature, it makes sense of it being right. If there’s a violence against humanity, animals or otherwise, my view is it’s wrong. But where did the guilt come into play? Why is an engorging on Little Debbie’s a guilty pleasure, or enraged hip-hop after work, smoking, and drinking, where did the guilt get pushed, isn’t that a joy, something that we take as a breath of fresh air, a releasing of serotonin to a degree. And as I mention the above references, it calls for the adult and appropriate judgment to what is enough and how much can be too much.

    If I choose to smoke a joint, it’ll be a third, not the whole, a drink it’d be a glass not a neck, it’s all in moderation right?

    I’ve been guilty of being sloshed, Shitass McGee stupid and not knowing, thankfully I’ve grown, realized my limits and the caps I take heed to. I take the accountability, luckily, I feel that I have the tools to make what’s been done into growth and change. At times I feel that’s all we have, whether you’re an adult, teen, or an elder, it’s in what we strive for and how we take the steps to gain it. In only this way can we find a solace that is forever fleeting, least it feels that it gets closer still

    C’est la vie

    Goodnight and good morning, good morning and goodnight.

    Nosce Te Ipsum

  • Day Thirty-Eight, February 7th, 2024

    I took the opportunity to edit my friends writings, to help with the memoir, and boy let me tell you, I’ve never been more swamped, busy, and completely overwhelmed when coming to writing. Of course, like these posts I would do a dump the night before edit the morning and then post sometimes dump edit and post that very night. When writing a story it’s essentially the same thing I drop it I edit clean it up post it.

    Editing is completely something else I’m not writing in the sense of well this, or a story, or even an essay. This calls for editing, more editing, rereading, more editing, editing again, reading splicing cutting, regret, re-editing, resubmitting, editing, oh and I forgot more editing.

    After finding out that my IT group for work felt like updating our system without communicating with the team, I’m finding that I have no idea what I’m doing at work, so I have to close and completely reset my computer for work. Yippee! I’m not getting paid for that, mind you I don’t touch this thing unless it’s work, and I only use it for work solely.

    so I’m here on February 8th editing February 7th bitching about February 7th and complaining about February 8th and how much editing I’m doing and yeah.

    It is more or less just a dump I’m just irritated I will comment on journalistic introspection and life after I just have a lot of computer issues that I’m dealing with and want to get paid I got to get my computer rebooted and reset and then downloaded with all the crap that essentially issued the reset to begin with let’s see how today goes and is finished.

    C’est la vie

    Good night good morning good morning and good night.

    Nosce Te Ipsum