Tuesday, January 14, 2020

Cafe love

†Amour, amour et seul' I'm alone. Meaning, I have no one to love, no one to love me back and quite frankly at nearly forty years old I feel past the point of having the chance to make a change. The fact that I live in Paris; the romantic capital of the world, does little to help the situation. I've lived here almost all my life; parents used to live in Wales, then England, then California for some time. Being young, I travelled with them, but now, here in Paris, I finally feel at home. I struggle to answer the question â€Å"why did I come to Paris, of all places†? I suppose it's because here that I can at least dream of one day, maybe, possibly finding some way of not being alone anymore. Everywhere I look, seems to be another person's life filled only with what I want. I'm not selfish and I'm sure that having someone else in my life would make me a happier person. This is why I have a strong resentment towards people who have a habit of betraying, lying or simply being unpleasant. Because they take life for granted, not experiencing, learning or challenging. That's not to say that I am unhappy, I often sit with my steaming coffee at one of the many street cafes in town and spend time people watching, as I pass time and reflect on my achievements I wonder what all these souls have achieved, where have they been? Where are they going? Are they on their way home to a loved one? I just need someone to feel complete. â€Å"I, capitalized, full. I, looking like a snowfall as I come calling. I, waiting for a saviour in the gas-station at midnight. I, holding no neighbourhood, loving the air. I, silent beside a man holding a megaphone outside of planned parenthood I, fading.† It's busy. Busier than its been in a while, packed with all different sorts of people. Young children, some in push chairs, some being held tightly in their mother's arms. Teenagers are also present, not really enjoying the surroundings yet smiling when in the company of grandparents. Women chattering around small tables, women standing impatiently waiting to be served, wives and girlfriends being held close by their husbands and boyfriends. The only men seated are extremely old or waiting to meet their wives. One regular customer, wearing a neatly pressed pin-striped suit, is sitting alone at a small table by the roadside, distancing himself from others. He's recognisable to me so my eyes are drawn to him. He glances over towards me and on seeing me staring back at him shifts in his chair uncomfortably. There are two glasses on the table, so I can only assume that he is waiting for company. He checks his watch several times and looks around; I look too although I don't know what I expect to see. He's an attractive man. Even though he's seated he looks tall, six foot at least. Clean shaven, glossy hair with a small amount of gel and shiny shoes which is a clear sign that he takes care over his appearance. I can imagine that he's not drinking coffee to avoid unpleasant smelling breath. So making the decision of ordering water was wise. I begin looking at him in more detail. I don't worry that he may notice me staring. It's now that he stands and strides towards the road. Definitely over six foot tall. He suddenly stops and looks back. A phone rings, as he reaches into his pocket I realise it's his. He directs a smile at me and walks back towards the road all the while in conversation. Probably his wife. â€Å"I, alive before the fireworks with one eye on the storm, I, skating on the ice with one foot in the ocean, I, drunk beneath the shelter of a thousand poets There is no-one as blind as those who choose not to see I, me.† Late afternoon at the cafà ¯Ã‚ ¿Ã‚ ½ is normally the busiest time. Which makes it my favourite time to sit and observe everyone. The clientele is always the same, with a few new comers each day, but only a few decide to stay. It looks especially pretty today, the tops of the tables and chairs where people have not yet sat are quilted and neatly decorated with snow, it also creates a pathway on the ground of delicate footsteps from the waitresses' angelic feet. A coffee cup has been left at my table, it is beginning to freeze and what there was once coffee is a frosty covering, somewhat improving its appearance looking almost beautiful and glistening in the light. It's sad I know, but somehow I become attached to this cup. It's centre stage on the table, soaking in all my attention. As I look closer, a small crack becomes visible. I begin to imagine some wonderful life stories of the coffee cup, battles, fights and journeys. After pondering over the past of the cup, I conclude that it was just dropped in the kitchen. After all, it's only a mug. I'm sitting alone, enjoying the company of strangers. A waitress comes over with my coffee, taking away the crystallized coffee mug. Now I am alone amongst strangers again. As I stay later the snow begins to melt and the nice Christmas feeling of the crisp coldness in the air also begins to fade. I take a lighter out of my coat pocket, and because the waitresses have seemed to disappear, I walk slowly around the cafà ¯Ã‚ ¿Ã‚ ½ lighting the candles at the remaining empty tables. I take my time, I'm not worried about anyone seeing me. When I have finished I sit back at my table, and admiring the sparkling candles. The Christmas feeling is half restored by the warm comforting feeling of subtle lights. â€Å"I, wearing white and thinking black I, planning a journey that's too far to walk, drive or sail I, the one who never planned but always expected I, lighting up a cigarette with the echoes of my mind I, breathing in the smoke that no-one else can find.† An old couple walk almost silently into the cafà ¯Ã‚ ¿Ã‚ ½, they take no notice of me at all. They take a while getting comfy at the table behind mine before they begin talking. The woman looks to be in her late fifties, and is wearing a red poncho which drapes to the floor making her bottom half invisible. The man is the same age, also wearing red. I smile at the fact they look the same, very elegant. He must have been wearing a black hat but removed it when entering the Cafà ¯Ã‚ ¿Ã‚ ½ because he's now holding it in his right hand. They begin conversation, I listen in excitedly, ‘Did you want a drink my dear?' He questioned the women whilst glancing around for a working waitress. †Erm, yes a hot chocolate please Eric† I stop listening for a second, and make a mental note of the man's name. He politely ordered for himself and his wife whilst searching for his wallet. He looked inside and shuffled uncontrollably to the bottom. Finally, he held out only two euros. Looking over at his wife, he saw her becoming quite impatient. ‘I haven't got all day!' She shouted whilst quickly gesturing towards her watch. Eric cancelled his order and paid for hers, looking quite flustered. ‘Keep the change', he murmured under his breath. His wife stood up and took her drink off him, ‘What took you so long buying one silly drink?' Questioned his wife, again impatiently. Eric stared blankly back at her, ‘I†¦just, couldn't remember what you wanted.' The woman then began arguing about how he wastes so much time over everything and just does not listen. If only she saw what I just saw, she wouldn't bother to question his actions. I stand up and move away from the couple, there is a knot forming in the back of my throat and my vision is becoming blurry. As I look down at the table, the snow has now completely melted, as one of my tears drop I can see it clearly on the glass table top. As I stare at the single tear, it seems to multiply like bacteria in seconds as more and more appear, as if by magic . â€Å"I, the small tear that leads to tears, I, the one who is ambiguous, I, attempting to buy groceries with good looks and failing miserably. I, thanking Allen Ginsberg, I, reading like the poet and writing like the fool I, nothing, really.† I sit alone for a while. Wondering how such an old couple can have a such a new and romantic love. I turn to change my view of the cafà ¯Ã‚ ¿Ã‚ ½, I'm about to turn to my left to admire the fine Christmas lights recently put on display but a small, dark haired little girl managed to catch my view. At first glance I thought she was sitting on her own because she was making such a mess of her table. But I saw a man to the left of her returning with napkins. He sat down next to her and began to mop up what looked like melted ice cream on the table. ‘Dad, I don't want it,' moaned the small girl. Immediately, I'm concentrated and fully focused on this little girl. Why was she moaning, why was she on her own? The man put a final napkin down and replied, ‘I know that's not†¦' The small girl stared violently, signally for him to stop talking – or else. I am even more involved now, it's times like these where I just want to ask what's going on. But I know I cant, that's just bad etiquette. Often I jump to conclusions and think up reasons why people are having such conversations. In this case, the situation that came to my mind first was; a girl, no family, living alone on the streets of Paris having to steal food from this cafà ¯Ã‚ ¿Ã‚ ½. My mind then began on a journey of other extremities such as that she is actually German pretending to be French..? It is when the man began speaking, and took the part of the father, that my mind stopped travelling such journeys . ‘Dad, just talk to Mummy. I don't like being with you only at weekends. I miss Mum. Please.' The small girl now speaking out of pure desperation. The father replied quickly with ‘Darling, it's not that simple. Marriage, well, it's not easy you know.' He then took the girls hand for second before she pulled away almost automatically. The father reached for his grey coat which he had drooped over the back of the chair and began to put it on. The girl took this as a sign that it was the end of the conversation, obviously something she was use to hearing. They begin to walk my way so I turn quickly. Much too quickly, resulting in my coffee spilling half on the floor and half on me. I stand and look at the mess, for a few seconds I wonder if this would be a good excuse to ask the father for a napkin, in order to engross myself in conversation. I decide against it considering they have already left. On my way to the washroom I start to think about the marriage that the mother and father must have had. Because it must have affected the small girl a lot for her to mention and be so upset about it. Perhaps one of them met someone else, perhaps they simply went different ways. But whatever happened to that marriage, surely the love in the marriage must have died. I wish I didn't wonder so much sometimes, it only leads me to imagine the worst of things. How can love not work out, if I found love I would hold onto it and never let it go. How can It go wrong? When you fall in love you want it to be forever and you love them for who they are. So any flaws can be worked out or you just love them in spite of that. The thought of suddenly not being loved must eat people up inside. Heartbreaking. Possibly my life is too good to risk being heartbroken. Because even if I am on my own, at least it's only me that's liable to hurt myself. No one else can hurt me, I'm in charge. Maybe it's not as idealistic in reality. â€Å"I, immune to heartache I, the liar.† After drying my coffee stained skirt, I brush past the waitresses who seem to be re-appearing due to the increasing customers. I see one waitress finish cleaning my table. It's getting dark, which means I really should be soon returning home. I usually hate this time because it means I have to walk lonely through the streets looking at the couples hand in hand or the mothers and daughters smiling. And because I'm such a paranoid person I automatically think they're only smiling because I'm there and they want to make me jealous. But at this moment in time, I really don't know how I feel. After witnessing that small girl's unlawfully relationship with her father; wondering how things in a marriage can become that disastrous. When I think about that, I'm reluctant to feel jealous by those couples smiling back at me, because one day, they could be heartbroken and wonder themselves why they put them selves in such a vulnerable position. Suddenly, I'm startled. At first for no particular reason I feel as if I'm being watched. This feeling causes me to look wearily around, a tall man is admiring me. His eyes fixated on me. In response I smile, I feel as if I know him. He is still looking at me, so I begin to look at him in closer detail, he's an attractive man with a well cared for appearance, his shiny shoes gave that away. I scare myself with shock when I realise who he is, the regular who comes here. The man who's forever getting stood up by his wife. He stands and walks nervously towards where I'm standing, frozen. As he walks, I have the decision to walk away and pretend I have no idea that he's walking to talk to me. Or I could stay and see what he wants; everything seems to be a little flirtatious even though he's married. Maybe, I never really had hard evidence. I do have quite a writers' imagination. He begins to speak, †Hello. I hope you don't mind but I often sit here alone and see you here alone too.† I look straight into his blue exotic eyes, immediately I feel a connection. Just two strangers, just two alone strangers. I feel like I have been frozen in time as I begin to recite a monologue of thoughts to myself. ‘I was wondering if you would like to sit alone together some time?' â€Å"I, giving up structure. I know that words once read will always be spoken And fabric once torn will always be scarred, And the night will always be broken by the Gentle murmur of cars†¦ But, what is costume without personality,, Or a poet without publication What is a man without attempt, Or a woman without patience. Here comes the thunderstorm. I, silent.†

Monday, January 6, 2020

Institutional Discrimination in America - Free Essay Example

Sample details Pages: 4 Words: 1093 Downloads: 8 Date added: 2019/04/01 Category Society Essay Level High school Topics: Discrimination Essay Did you like this example? For about 250 years we had slavery in America, 90 years of Jim Crow, 60 years of separate but equal, and 35 years of racist housing policy. All these years of racism and discrimination has brought not only individual discrimination between one person and another, but also institutional discrimination carried out by social institutions. One of the worst policies introduced by a social institution, that still affects us today was, the Federal Housing Administration that was introduced in 1934 and lasted until 1968. Don’t waste time! Our writers will create an original "Institutional Discrimination in America" essay for you Create order A practice that denies mortgages based on race and ethnicity. This brought us housing segregation that is still a huge problem. Until we cooperate together and admit our faults, America will continue to not be equal forever. Not only does institutional racism affect housing and public schooling, but it affects politics, healthcare, jobs, and so many other sectors. Many people believe since slavery was abolished and hate crimes are illegal, racism no longer is an issue. But just because something is made illegal, does not mean it is not happening. For example, people are still murdering, raping and millions of cases are not solved, and no justice is provided. Just like systemic bias is treated. Here are some examples of institutionalized racism, A study from CNN on wrongful convictions among three types of crimes (murder, sexual assault, and drug crimes,) show, that black people are more likely to be wrongfully convicted than white people and are also likely to spend longer in prison before being exonerated for their crimes and 58% of prisoners are black or Hispanic despite making up one quarter on the U.S. population (Vega 2017). Another huge issue that stems from these uneven incarceration rates, is tha t in many states, felons are not allowed to vote do that means more than 1 out of every 10 black men cannot vote. One more fact from the National Education Association, 74% of black students and 80% of Latino students attend schools that are more than half-minority populations. This is segregation and it is an effect that stemmed from the Federal Housing Administration Mortgage Insurance requirements in 1965. How did this all start? After World War II and all the vets came home, the FHA helped finance military housing. They alleviated the home ownership crisis according to an article off Boston fair housing. But what they also did was isolate residential developments that we call the suburbs today. They, stripped the inner city of many of their middle-class inhabitants, thus hastening the decay of inner-city neighborhoods. Loans for the repair of existing structures were small and for short duration, which meant that families could more easily purchase a new home than modernize an old one, leading to the abandonment of many older inner-city properties (Fair Housing Center). They also practiced a policy of redlining which denies and limits financial services to neighborhoods based off of its racial or ethnic makeup. There was even a wall built to separate the blacks and the white so the FHA appraisers, could approve mortgages on white peoples properties so they can invest, and their childr en can have good lives and good futures. People of color where left out of the new suburbs and shoved into urban housing projects. According to the National Public Radio, Today African-American incomes on average are about 60 percent of average white incomes. But African-American wealth is about 5 percent of white wealth (Domonoske 2016). Why do you think this is? The good old housing policy! Middle class families usually invest in the equity of their homes, so they gain more wealth. White families used their home equities to send their kids to college, give them good health care, and give their wealth to them as well. So, none of these resources where given to African Americans because they were prohibited from being in the suburbs! Our federal government created this segregation and people do not know about this history. This practice of redlining still exists, an article by the Hill, reported that ATT discriminated against low-income areas in Cleveland not bringing them top broadband capabilities. A theory that was introduced by Emile Durkheim, mechanical solidarity, is a social integration of members who have similar beliefs. The members of these societies have a collective conscience that makes them cooperate. This was happening in these white suburban communities. They where living around, communicating, working, and working for only other white people. It was a euphoria for the racist white person, and it was completely legal. White people all had the same experiences, same values and they did not want things to change and once things did start to change, they moved out of the communities and the prices for homes just would go up. After Martin Luther King was murdered, Congress passed a Fair Housing Act of 1968. A policy meant to bring equal housing opportunities regardless of race, ethnicity or religious beliefs. But over the next 50 years, this act was rarely enforced. Today, it is still much harder for black families to get a mortgage or home loan than it is for a white person. In a report by the US Department of Housing and Urban Development, racial bias in the housing market was evidenced by the rate at which homebuyers were shown available housing. The report found that renters and homebuyers of color were shown and told about less homes white homebuyers (2012). It is a basic right that should be offered to every single person in this country regardless of their race or ethnicity. Another major thing that gets affected by this institutional discrimination, is our public schooling that is paid by property taxes. People who live in better, nicer neighborhoods, have access to the best schooling with better paid teachers, better supplies and equipment, and many more resources. This is a huge problem because kids are not being taught equally and it is only getting worse. According to an article by Vox, Black children are now more likely to grow up in poor neighborhoods than they were 50 years ago (Chang 2018). Research says that growing up in segregated, poor neighborhoods will affect so much of your life. It can determine your education level, your income, your happiness, health and even your life span. This is all a result from redlining and the Federal Housing Administration. People still to this day have no idea about segregation today and its history and where it came from. Just like Durkeims theory of mechanical solidarity, white people are too comfortable with being just around each other. Nothing will change until we admit our faults as a country and come together to create an equal world for everyone.

Sunday, December 29, 2019

Charlemagne Quotes and Words of Wisdom

In the action-adventure film Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, Indy and his father, professor of Medieval History Dr. Henry Jones, are running for their lives from a Nazi fighter plane strafing them with bullets. Finding themselves on a rocky beach, the senior Jones (played with aplomb by Sean Connery) pulls out his trusty umbrella and, squawking like a chicken, uses the large black apparatus to frighten a flock of seagulls, who take startled flight into the path of the plane. There they meet a gruesome fate, crashing into the windshield, getting caught in the propellers, and sending the plane careening into the hillside. As Indy (the inestimable Harrison Ford) looks on in stunned silence, his father twirls the umbrella on his shoulder and strides jauntily back up the beach. I suddenly remembered my Charlemagne, he explains. Let my armies be the rocks, and the trees, and the birds in the sky. Its a terrific moment and a wonderful line. Unfortunately, Charlemagne never said it. Ive checked. From Einhards biography to Bullfinchs Legends of Charlemagne, there is no record of this quote before it appeared in Last Crusade in 1989. It must be the creation of one of the screenwriters -- most likely Jeffrey Boam, who wrote the screenplay, or possibly George Lucas or Menno Meyjes, who devised the story. Whoever came up with it should be commended for its poetry -- it is, after all, a terrific line. But they should not be referenced as a historical source. But then, the quotes that have been attributed to Charlemagne, which go much further back than 1989, may have been creations of other writers. One source, in particular, the Monk of Saint Gall known as Notker the Stammerer, wrote a colorful biography in the 880s -- 70 years after Charlemagnes death -- that, while informative, should be taken with a grain of salt. Here are a few quotes attributed to Charlemagne. Ah, woe is me! that I was not thought worthy to see my Christian hands dabbling in the blood of those dog-headed fiends.-- Of the Northmen (Vikings) who had retreated before Charlemagne could engage them in battle; as related by Notker the Stammerer in De Carolo Magno, 9th century.Right action is better than knowledge; but in order to do what is right, we must know what is right.-- De Litteris Colendis, in Jean-Barthà ©lemy Haurà ©au, De la philosophie scolastique, 1850.To have another language is to possess a second soul.-- attributed; source unknownWould that I had twelve clerks so learned in all wisdom and so perfectly trained as were Jerome and Augustine.This was in conversation with Alcuin, who replied, The Maker of heaven and earth has not many like to those men and do you expect to have twelve?-- Related by Notker the Stammerer in De Carolo Magno.You nobles, you sons of my chiefs, you superfine dandies, you have trusted to your birth and your possessions and have set at naug ht my orders to your own advancement; you have neglected the pursuit of learning and you have given yourselves over to luxury and sport, to idleness and profitless pastimes. By the King of Heaven, I take no account of your noble birth and your fine looks, though others may admire you for them. Know this for certain, that unless you make up for your former sloth by vigourous study, you will never get any favour from Charles.-- To noble-born students whose work was poor while lesser-born children had worked hard to write well; as related by Notker the Stammerer in De Carolo Magno.

Saturday, December 21, 2019

Comparing Short Stories “The Sniper” and “The Most...

â€Å"The Sniper† and â€Å"The Most Dangerous† Game are both different stories, written by different authors. Liam O’Flaherty is the author of â€Å"The Sniper†. He was born on one of Ireland’s Aran Islands, in a large family. Since the Aran Islands have a tradition of oral storytelling, Liam O’Flaherty’s house was full of different kinds of stories. He also wrote about Irish peasant life and captured the struggles of the Irish Civil War. His best known novel is â€Å"The Informal†, and it talks about a betrayal set during the Irish Troubles. The author of â€Å"The Most Dangerous Game† is Richard Connell. Richard Connell is an American author and journalist, who wrote a lot of short stories and few novels. His short stories appeared in the Saturday Evening†¦show more content†¦The story sets in the city, mainly in the roof and in the streets of the city. While, â€Å"The Most Dangerous Game† has many different settings, first it was on the deck of a ship, and it moved on to the water, where Rainsford had to swim, until he reached the island. From there he went to General Zaroff’s castle, from there, the setting once again moved to the forest where there hunting game started. As we all know, all stories have main characters. In the story â€Å"The Sniper†, there is only one main character, which is the sniper. There are other characters such as the old woman which was an informer, and of course, there were many other enemies, mainly the army. While, in the story â€Å"The Most Dangerous Game†, the main characters were Sanger Rainsford and General Zaroff, Ivan can also be considered one of the main characters. Of course, there are other characters such as Whitney, in the beginning of the story, and there are also General Zaroff’s dogs. Though both stories have so many differences, they also share many similarities. Both stories, â€Å"The Sniper† and â€Å"The Most Dangerous Game†, have a dark, serious mood. This mood makes both stories more exciting and suspenseful. Both stories are about risks, which mean that deaths will happen in the story. In â€Å"The Sniper†, there was a relation between two characters, the sniper and his brother. While in â€Å"The Most Dangerous Game†,

Friday, December 13, 2019

French Free Essays

Today, I would like to talk about the very important issue of School vending machines. â€Å"Ms. Greengage our school principle had put vending machines in our school because she doesn’t want her students to starve and it helps students who don’t have food or didn’t have breakfast in the morning or didn’t have lunch to get some food from the vending machine. We will write a custom essay sample on French or any similar topic only for you Order Now Some people think that vending machines are both a positive and negative influence on students in high school because it partially depends on what is being ailed up in the vending machine. If Junk is being filled into it such as candy bars and chips, it will cause kids to want to spend their money on it and after a while it will show in how they act ad their physical appearance, as well as their fitness, but it will provide the school with money and provide snacks for kids if they happened to skip breakfast or lunch so it will provide them some energy and some sort of nutrition. Other people think that vending machines is that most people don’t use It because they think going to the store is better. They can find better food, for better prices too. I think that vending machines should be in schools because we can’t let the kids starve during school. If they get hungry, they need to eat something, and they can get it from vending machines because vending machines can be used as a quick breakfast or recess snack for those who forgot. This Issue Is Important to me because I don’t want students to be staying hungry during classes and before lunch, and Its good to have a elite snack before lunch or class. Some students don’t even eat breakfast so it easier to get a granola bar from the vending machine, and a chocolate ilk from the cafe ©. The money that goes to the machines can help the school earn money. Body of the speech One point of view on this Issue Is that â€Å"yes† York Memorial colligate Institute should have vending machines. My point Is that school districts now rely on vending machines to pay for computers, sports programs and after-school actively and the battle over what kinds of foods should be sold In school vending machines Is heating up. Putting vending machines In schools doesn’t necessarily mean they’ll put unhealthy food In them. Just because businesses normally put chips and soda, isn’t mean schools have to. Schools vending machines could offer any variety of healthy alternatives (I. E. Baked chips, crackers, water, Storage) that wouldn’t â€Å"health conscious mommy’s† sensibleness. French By taxonomic Other people think that vending machines is that most people don’t use it because I think that vending machines should be in schools because we can’t let the kids breakfast or recess snack for those who forgot. This issue is important to me and its good to have a elite snack before lunch or class. Some students don’t even eat One po int of view on this issue is that â€Å"yes† York Memorial colligate institute should have vending machines. My point is that school districts now rely on vending machines to pay for computers, sports programs and after-school activities and the battle over what kinds of foods should be sold in school vending machines is heating up. Putting vending machines in schools doesn’t necessarily mean they’ll put unhealthy food in them. Just because businesses normally put chips and soda, healthy alternatives (I. E. , baked chips, crackers, water, Storage) that wouldn’t â€Å"health conscious mommy’s† sensibilities. How to cite French, Papers

Thursday, December 5, 2019

My Job at the Amusement Park Essay Example For Students

My Job at the Amusement Park Essay In the summer of 2008, I had promoted from 8th grade and was about to make a transition to high school. At the age of fifteen, my only concern was trying to figure out how I was going to do at a new school, however, my mother had other plans for me. She decided that it was time for me to get a job. My mother was considered more as a single mom at the time. Even though our stepdad was existent, he didnt really do much to help out with having us grow unless it was for personal gain. My mother also functioned in a similar way. She didnt want me to work solely for the work experience but rather for her to get some financial help out of me as well. At the time, I was a very quiet girl who kept to herself. I stuck to reading romantic novels and listening to my music while I was swinging in our neighborhood park rather than conversing with others. Dont get me wrong, I did have friends but I preferred to be more to myself; an introvert. So as the topic arose, naturally I presumed that based on my personality, my mother would consider having me apply to places where I could do what is necessary and not have to socialize with the customers such as retail stores or fast food restaurants; Places where people were too consumed into buying product rather than taking the time to acknowledge that you were just as human as they are. Of course, your parents always do what is more convenient for them, if not yours, mine definitely didnt think on my behalf. Coincidently, the next day after my 8th grade promotion, Californias Great America was holding a job fair. When my mother wanted me to get a job at an amusement park, I was astounded, outraged, and extremely resilient to attending the job fair. I did not want to go at all. My exact response was, ARE YOU CRAZY! I DONT WANT TO WORK AT GREAT AMERICA. WHY CANT I JUST WORK AT THE MALL?   and she said, Whats the big deal? Its only a job fair. Besides, youre not going to be doing much. You could just apply for the rides associate position and press buttons all day. When I took a glimpse through her looking glass of the whole situation, I admitted that I may have over exaggerated and agreed to go. As we drove to the job fair, I was praying not to get the job. We arrived to the Great America and the first thing I noticed was that it was packed. Floods of people were there as if they giving away free trips to Disney Land. You could tell that people had the look of greed in their eyes, ready to get out there, get their hands dirty and bring home the cash. I, however, was not one of those. I was one of the few teenagers there who were filling out the application and taking a glance back at their mother with the facial expression that said, Please, please dont make me do this,   every few minutes and being scolded to hurry up so they can go on with their lives. It took us two hours for someone to come and assist us with the filled out application. I was ready to just go through with the interview and get the whole situation dealt and over with when suddenly, they tell my mother that I cant go for the rides position. The gentleman had politely told my mother, Because she is a minor and is not over the age of 16, she is not allowed to work for rides. You have 30 seconds to decide whether she wants to work for the foods department or games.   At that moment, I went in panic mode. I didnt do well in situations where I was 1) timed and 2) pressured into doing when I didnt want to do it to begin with. My mother was attempting to encourage me to work for foods so that I could learn how to cook. .u95af9e14aef411b4d4bc86660358a5ca , .u95af9e14aef411b4d4bc86660358a5ca .postImageUrl , .u95af9e14aef411b4d4bc86660358a5ca .centered-text-area { min-height: 80px; position: relative; } .u95af9e14aef411b4d4bc86660358a5ca , .u95af9e14aef411b4d4bc86660358a5ca:hover , .u95af9e14aef411b4d4bc86660358a5ca:visited , .u95af9e14aef411b4d4bc86660358a5ca:active { border:0!important; } .u95af9e14aef411b4d4bc86660358a5ca .clearfix:after { content: ""; display: table; clear: both; } .u95af9e14aef411b4d4bc86660358a5ca { display: block; transition: background-color 250ms; webkit-transition: background-color 250ms; width: 100%; opacity: 1; transition: opacity 250ms; webkit-transition: opacity 250ms; background-color: #95A5A6; } .u95af9e14aef411b4d4bc86660358a5ca:active , .u95af9e14aef411b4d4bc86660358a5ca:hover { opacity: 1; transition: opacity 250ms; webkit-transition: opacity 250ms; background-color: #2C3E50; } .u95af9e14aef411b4d4bc86660358a5ca .centered-text-area { width: 100%; position: relative ; } .u95af9e14aef411b4d4bc86660358a5ca .ctaText { border-bottom: 0 solid #fff; color: #2980B9; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; margin: 0; padding: 0; text-decoration: underline; } .u95af9e14aef411b4d4bc86660358a5ca .postTitle { color: #FFFFFF; font-size: 16px; font-weight: 600; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 100%; } .u95af9e14aef411b4d4bc86660358a5ca .ctaButton { background-color: #7F8C8D!important; color: #2980B9; border: none; border-radius: 3px; box-shadow: none; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 26px; moz-border-radius: 3px; text-align: center; text-decoration: none; text-shadow: none; width: 80px; min-height: 80px; background: url(https://artscolumbia.org/wp-content/plugins/intelly-related-posts/assets/images/simple-arrow.png)no-repeat; position: absolute; right: 0; top: 0; } .u95af9e14aef411b4d4bc86660358a5ca:hover .ctaButton { background-color: #34495E!important; } .u95af9e14aef411b4d4bc86660358a5ca .centered-text { display: table; height: 80px; padding-left : 18px; top: 0; } .u95af9e14aef411b4d4bc86660358a5ca .u95af9e14aef411b4d4bc86660358a5ca-content { display: table-cell; margin: 0; padding: 0; padding-right: 108px; position: relative; vertical-align: middle; width: 100%; } .u95af9e14aef411b4d4bc86660358a5ca:after { content: ""; display: block; clear: both; } READ: Great Gatsby: Confusions and Complexities EssayAs known by most people, when you tell a teenage to go a certain way or to not do a certain thing, they have the tendency to do the opposite regardless if it is good or bad for you. I, personally am really sensitive to smells and thought of how, at the end of the day, I was going to smell either like fried chicken or funnel cakes didnt appeal to me, so  ¦. Naturally, I chose games. I knew that I really didnt give the decision much thought because then the after effect came over me as if I just cut off the wrong wire to diffuse a bomb. The whole time I was blaming my mother for making all these decisions to have me get a job and I end up taking the job that had to do the most with talking to customers and socializing. You know how I said I was in panic mode earlier? At this point, I was really freaking out. I just wanted to run out of there and never go back but it was too late. As soon as I told the gentlemen from HR that I wanted the games associate position, he placed me outside on a table to wait for a manager to interview me. As I was waiting, patiently for the manager to arrive, my palms were clamming up, my breath was irregular as if I was catching my breath from being under water for a long time, and tapping my feet excessively as if my feet were attempting to escape from my body and get me out of this whole mess I got myself into. Without further ado to my panic attack, the games department manager Charlie had finally arrived. Charlie was this Pilipino gentleman who was about 52. He was wearing a collared, maroon, short-sleeved shirt with two thick vertical white lines, one each side of his torso that went from his shoulder to the bottom of his shirt and navy blue shorts that were jean-like material and went up to his knees. He was a really strong looking man with his broad shoulders and his muscular calves. But, he also had a really round stomach that look like he ate a huge bowling ball, the size of a boulder. With that being said, he had on some square glasses that made him look like he was a smart man and had a smile that made you feel comforting and welcome as he approached to greet you. Once Charlie was done making his introductions and telling me what my job description were going to consist of, he started asking me personal questions that I never anticipated people would ask you during a job interview such as: what kind of hobbies do you have? Or how well do you do when it comes to talking in front of people; Public speaking. It was one of the few things that I never really took the time to explore only because I wasnt a very talkative person from the start. I told Charlie, Well, I have a few friends here and there but Im not the type of person who likes to draw attention to myself.   He then asked me, Would you announce on a microphone or talk in front of people if you had to? Heres what Ill do, Im going to tell you to advertise for a game called Lucky Cup in front of this crowd (The people who were outside waiting in line at the job fair). Think of a way of how you could attract people to come to your kiosk. I completely laughed in his face and said; Wait  ¦ are you serious? he just nodded and then explained to me what the game was all about. Lucky Cup was a game where people had to buy a certain amount of plastic balls and throw them at cups. There were clear cups, purple cups, and red cups. If you got the ball in the clear cup, you didnt win anything. The purple cups got you a small toy, and the red cups got you a giant toy. In 2008, people were still hyped about PokÃÆ' ©mon and Sonic the Hedgehog. With that in mind, the kiosk was covered with Sonic characters and PokÃÆ' ©mon characters that you had a chance to win. .uf5dd306f05bcce5c9f09223e87e8facd , .uf5dd306f05bcce5c9f09223e87e8facd .postImageUrl , .uf5dd306f05bcce5c9f09223e87e8facd .centered-text-area { min-height: 80px; position: relative; } .uf5dd306f05bcce5c9f09223e87e8facd , .uf5dd306f05bcce5c9f09223e87e8facd:hover , .uf5dd306f05bcce5c9f09223e87e8facd:visited , .uf5dd306f05bcce5c9f09223e87e8facd:active { border:0!important; } .uf5dd306f05bcce5c9f09223e87e8facd .clearfix:after { content: ""; display: table; clear: both; } .uf5dd306f05bcce5c9f09223e87e8facd { display: block; transition: background-color 250ms; webkit-transition: background-color 250ms; width: 100%; opacity: 1; transition: opacity 250ms; webkit-transition: opacity 250ms; background-color: #95A5A6; } .uf5dd306f05bcce5c9f09223e87e8facd:active , .uf5dd306f05bcce5c9f09223e87e8facd:hover { opacity: 1; transition: opacity 250ms; webkit-transition: opacity 250ms; background-color: #2C3E50; } .uf5dd306f05bcce5c9f09223e87e8facd .centered-text-area { width: 100%; position: relative ; } .uf5dd306f05bcce5c9f09223e87e8facd .ctaText { border-bottom: 0 solid #fff; color: #2980B9; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; margin: 0; padding: 0; text-decoration: underline; } .uf5dd306f05bcce5c9f09223e87e8facd .postTitle { color: #FFFFFF; font-size: 16px; font-weight: 600; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 100%; } .uf5dd306f05bcce5c9f09223e87e8facd .ctaButton { background-color: #7F8C8D!important; color: #2980B9; border: none; border-radius: 3px; box-shadow: none; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 26px; moz-border-radius: 3px; text-align: center; text-decoration: none; text-shadow: none; width: 80px; min-height: 80px; background: url(https://artscolumbia.org/wp-content/plugins/intelly-related-posts/assets/images/simple-arrow.png)no-repeat; position: absolute; right: 0; top: 0; } .uf5dd306f05bcce5c9f09223e87e8facd:hover .ctaButton { background-color: #34495E!important; } .uf5dd306f05bcce5c9f09223e87e8facd .centered-text { display: table; height: 80px; padding-left : 18px; top: 0; } .uf5dd306f05bcce5c9f09223e87e8facd .uf5dd306f05bcce5c9f09223e87e8facd-content { display: table-cell; margin: 0; padding: 0; padding-right: 108px; position: relative; vertical-align: middle; width: 100%; } .uf5dd306f05bcce5c9f09223e87e8facd:after { content: ""; display: block; clear: both; } READ: Essay Long Sentencing And Mass IncarcerationIt was $1 for 3 balls, $5 for 6 balls, and $10 for 20 balls. After Charlie had finished explaining the rules and gave me a few examples on how to advertise for the game by mentioning what prizes they could win and stating the price amount, it was time for me to stand in front of an unknown crowd for the first time in my life and advertise for a game that I was told orally about and had never seen. At this point in time, my heart started pounding out of fear that I might make a fool out of myself and negative thoughts started flowing through my head such as: Are you sure you can do this? You can barely talk in front of class, let alone a large crowd? What if you mispronounce something? There is no way you are going to make it in the first 10 seconds of speaking  ¦   After two minutes of just sitting there looking at Charlie as he was babbling about who â€Å"knows-what while I was scavenging through my thoughts for a reason not to do this, he calmed be down a bit and then said, You can do this, I may not know you, but I believe in you. After those words had sunken into my brain, I got the courage and strength, knowing that Charlie was right behind me watching me, to stand up, face the wave of the crowd and tell the whole world what Lucky Cup was all about. I had chosen to say, Hey there people, come on down to Lucky Cup and win some of your favorite PokÃÆ' ©mon or Sonic characters. All you have to do is get your ball in a red or purple cup and you can take Pikachu or Sonic home with you, its just $1 for 3 balls, $5 for 6 balls, and $10 for 20 so come on down to Lucky Cup! After I was done advertising at the scene, everybody just smiled and looked at me as if it was so random and they had just finished watching a show. My manager clapped and congratulated me saying that I got the job. He then told me that he had never seen anyone advertise with such enthusiasm and with such a bombastic voice. I, myself, had no idea that inside I was such a loud person. But at that point, I had accomplished something. Not only did I get hired on the spot and started working within 5 days, I got over the fear of talking in front of people and not afraid to be noticed.

Thursday, November 28, 2019

Factors influencing successful buyerâ€seller relationships

Purpose of the article Understanding the factors that influence the relationship between the buyer and the seller is of great importance in developing and maintaining such a relationship. Previous research has identified these factors but the relative importance of the factors had not been determined empirically.Advertising We will write a custom essay sample on Factors influencing successful buyer–seller relationships specifically for you for only $16.05 $11/page Learn More The article reports the research by Powers and Reagan, where the factors that have overall importance to a buyer-seller relationship are determined and the most important factors at different stages of the relationship are also determined. Concepts employed in the research The buyer-seller relationship considered in the research is a long-term non-contractual relationship and the stages analyzed are partner selection, defining purpose, setting relationship boundaries, creating relationship value and relationship maintenance. Partner selection is the first stage in the relationship and it involves the firm becoming aware of potential partners and ultimately selecting the appropriate one. The defining purpose stage involves the parties defining the purpose of the relationship and clarifying their mutual goals. In the setting boundaries stage, the partners become increasing interdependent on each other’s resources and benefits. The next stage is creating relationship value where the competitive advantage of either one or more of the partners is improved as a result of being in the relationship. Finally, the relationship maintenance is the stage where the partners have probably acquired enough satisfaction such that they are willing to maintain the relationship. From previous research, the following factors were determined to influence the relationship between a buyer and a seller: reputation, performance satisfaction, trust, social bonds (mutual frie ndship and liking between the buyer and seller), and mutual goals.Advertising Looking for essay on business economics? Let's see if we can help you! Get your first paper with 15% OFF Learn More Others are power/interdependence, technology, non-retrievable investments, adaptation (where one partner adapts its processes to accommodate the other partner), commitment, structural bonds, cooperation, and comparison level of the alternative. In this research, the researchers hypothesized that the influence of these factors may be of greatest importance at one or more of the buyer-seller relationship stages or the importance may be equal across all the stages. These hypotheses were tested against empirical data obtained from surveys mailed to purchasing managers. Results The results showed clear difference between the overall importance of the relationship factors with mutual goals being the most important and social bonds the least important. In the importance of the factors at different relationship stages, partner selection had mutual goals and adaptation being the most important. In defining relationship purpose stage, cooperation was the most important factor and setting relationship boundaries had mutual goals and trust as the most important factors. Adaptation was the most important factor in stage four (creating relationship value) and together with mutual goals, they were most important in relationship maintenance stage. In general, most relationship factors were found to be of importance during the later stages of the buyer-seller relationship. Reasons for choosing this article To develop a competitive advantage over other competitors, a firm must have a successful buyer-seller relationship. In doing this, the responsible manager must understand the factors that influence their company’s relationship with its partners. This article reviews these factors and therefore provides more information to managers engaged in developing and/or mai ntaining such a relationship. Buyer-seller relationship is a complex issue and involves several stages. At the different stages, the partners involved have different sources of satisfaction and therefore it is important to understand these stages. The way partners derive satisfaction from every stage should also be considered.Advertising We will write a custom essay sample on Factors influencing successful buyer–seller relationships specifically for you for only $16.05 $11/page Learn More Previous research had not provided conclusive information on this. On the other hand, the research work reported in this article determines the important factors in each stage of the relationship and on the overall buyer-seller relationship as well as providing empirical evidence to prove its hypotheses Questions arising from the article The researchers in this article had an objective of empirically proving that relationship factors have varying importance at t he various stages of the buyer-seller relationship. However, the views represented are from a buyer point of view only. Someone using the information may wonder, what about the point of view of the sellers? Therefore, before concluding on the importance of the factors, it is important to take into consideration the points of view of the two parties. In most cases, firms are involved in buyer-seller relationship with other firms as well as non-corporate individuals like final consumers. The article is more inclined towards firm-firm relationship and mentions nothing about the relationship a firm may have with non-corporate bodies. Conclusion From a buyer point of view, the relationship with a seller is a stepwise process and different factors influence the relationship at the different stages. Managers should focus efforts on the most important factors depending on the stage of the relationship since focusing on all the factors has no enhancing results on the relationship. Some facto rs have very low significance on the relationship and therefore require minimal consideration. 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