As I carefully unloaded my bags from the car, I quickly overlooked the crowd of people that were already there before me. Noticing that it was not too busy a smile crawled its way onto my face. With the aide of one of the many utility carts, I placed my bags into them along with my supplies and proceeded into the laundry mat.
Yes, it’s that day that we all hate to face, laundry day. Having presorted my dirty clothes at home into their different categories, whites, colored, delicates, etc., I placed each of the presorted bags besides a washing machine that would accommodate each bag based on the load size. I then walked up to the service counter, where Ms. James, the laundry mat attendant who has been working there for the past eight years or more was busy refilling the cooler with many different brands and flavors of soft drinks for sale. I cheerfully asked her how she was doing and how was her day? In her soft and frail voice she replied that her day was fine and that she was doing fine. I took thirty dollars from my purse and asked her if she could please change my money into ...
May not be the most welcoming of banners, and yet if you are a wash customer you are one of the privileged and included. This wonderful space of washing, drying, tanning and car cleaning has to be the one and only Busy Bubbles. A small building just north of NDSU, this is an extraordinarily busy little corner of the world we call Fargo- Moorhead. Not only, can you wash your car and tan; this is a 24-hour laundromat that features: free drying! Doesn’t sound like much in the large scheme of things, and yet the numbers of people that visit this business in a week is staggering. And while the NDSU campus is very close, and the word “FREE” is connected to this establishment, it is not only college students that frequent this place of business. For an avid people watcher this place is a gold mine! Everyone needs clean clothes, and people of all kinds find their way to Busy Bubbles to complete this chore.
The book The Banker’s New Clothes: What’s Wrong with Banking and What to Do About It was wriiten out of necessity after the worst economic downturn in the United States in more than eighty years. The massive breakdown of the United States housing market in 2006 and 2007 had overwhelming consequences on domestic and global economies and devastated the global banking systems. Between 2001 and 2006, many large financial institutions had accumulated large positions in the subprime mortgage market that gave out superb returns. Asset prices in this market inflated to unreasonable levels due to the quality of the loans being packaged and sold by commercial bankers and would soon create a major asset bubble in the markets. The bursting of the housing
paid for the items, collected the bags and was about to leave the store when the blaring siren went off.
Today is a particularly miserable day because I have to go to a care home the home of the living dead. I had to retrieve a human called Vivian. I looked at her papers. Her life was as intricate as a Michelangelo painting; a life well lived, however every detail beautifully crafted.
When and if one of the dryers ever stopped, I planned to rush over to it with my shopping basket of damp clothes. Understand, IR...
After a long day at work, I collect my thoughts and review the previous events of the day. An event that clearly stands out in my mind is a conversation I had with an elderly resident at my work. Over the past two years, I have worked at a retirement home called Grand Wood Park as a dietary aide, where it is my job to serve the residents their meals. When I was at work, one of the residents mentioned something to me I had never considered prior to our conversation. She said she feels as though no one cares about her anymore. Her family members do not come and visit her, they have ageist ideas, misconceptions, and often undermine her mental capabilities. I tried my best to reassure her, but I knew this was not enough since my reassurance would
When and if one of the dryers ever stopped, I planned to rush over to it
A humble washwoman, she spent her days doing the best work she could. The Singer family kept her services, as she did excellent work for a low price. But carrying heavy bags of laundry for hours at a time took its toll on the old woman, and she fell ill. However, she refused to die until the Singer family had their laundry back. She says to the family “‘The wash would not let me die’” (Singer). However, delivering the laundry proved to be too much strain on her frail body, and she died shortly
Heritage in a family can be preserved in many different ways. Be it a diary written by your great great grandpa or a pot your grandma passed on to your mum who passed it on to you, nothing compares to the great comfort in understanding ones heritage especially when it involves the deep love and devotion of a strong mother. In the poem "My Mother Pieced Quilts" by Teresa Acosta and the short story "Everyday Use" by Alice Walker, both authors use imagery and figurative language to establish a quilt as a symbol for a mothers love of her children to illustrate their themes.
Personal supplies: Remember when things like soap, toilet paper, makeup and laundry detergent were just there? It's easy to forget these when you're planning your budget, but they add up. Washing your clothes at a coin laundromat, for example, will run you $1 to $2 per load per week.
So my first day of begging didn't go well I only made 1 penny not even enough for a sip of water . So I decided to go to a nearby workhouse and try it out. I got a small dinner containing a piece of chicken and water. Soon I got bored and decide to go to bed which I fell asleep on someone's dog but it was the best I was going to get . The next morning I went out in search of a job and I soon found one as a rich person's dog walker paying 1 dollar a day enough for 1 glass of water but I still had the workhouses meals. So when I first walked Mr. and Mrs. M’s dog Rover there was a lot of things that Rover
Once we arrived, we immediately started packing every type of temperate clothing we had in our closets. After the busy, stressful process of packing pots, pans, coats, toiletries, and shoes into our bags, it was
At this facility, I took care of fifteen residents for almost two years and once you are around for that long you get to share holidays with them, you learn their likes and dislikes, you get to hear about their life experiences and learn from them as well and they become like family. There was a lady there in her mid- seventies, who was well known by others as one of the first Strawberry Queen’s in Plant City. She was such a lovely lady and she had many stories to tell. As I was listening to her concerns one night she ended with, “There is something special about you. You’re not like the other girls here because I can tell you actually care. You have all these other things to do, but you are here giving me your time.” What she had verbalized made me tear up, because I was only giving her not even ten minutes of my time and it meant a lot to her. This lady who had been known by many, had very little visitors. Her family were all caught up with their own life and she only had the staff to talk to. It was heartbreaking for me, because in my culture we have grown up taking care of our elderly instead of sending them elsewhere, and here I am taking care of this lady who was getting forgotten by her loved ones. Now as I am in a different position in my career, I get to hear and see things that have
I am always willing to give whether it is money or time.One day when I was volunteering at the hospital I was doing my water ad ice rounds like normal. I walked toward the patient 's door and I knock and second a later I hear someone say, “Come in.” As I enter the room I am welcomed with a smile that belonged to a heavy setting women sitting in a chair that was placed next to her bed, and her feet were propped up . She had lipstick on and her hair was curled. She greeted me with the biggest “HELLO.” She informed me that she had been waiting for a volunteer all day, she asked me,” what is your name” ,and I responded kindly, pointing a my name tag, “ My name is Carrington.” Then I went on to ask if she needed any water or ice,she said,”Yes!” I proceeded to get her a refill, when I returned to her room she said, “ I wish that I had something else for you to do.” She told me to come back later to see if she had anything for me to do. After I left her room the nurses but me to work so by the time a was free it was time for me to leave, so when I did finally return to the patient 's room I told her that I was just coming to say goodbye. To my surprise she was not only her family was in the room as well. She introduced me to her family and we talk for a little while, I finally said, “goodbye” and wished her and her family well. As I walked to my car all I
2. What theory does the narrator suggest about colors? the color he likes the color and how it make him feel