what is a professional? someone who has a mastery of their field, who knows that he knows nothing, who lives every day learning like a child about the new things he can do with what he knows and what he can find out. or she. no sexism, im just a guy.
not bad for a first time?
Every eye is on you when you enter the room. People make snap judgements, too ugly, too pretty, too uptight, too slutty. What does it take to look professional? How can you expect us to be sexy, confident, and poised when there’s always a giant weight hanging over our heads?
He walked into the room, looking as professional as ever. You knew he was the best at his job. He had to be, since he had the worst job you could have. Mephistopheles looked at me sqare in the eye and said, “So, how can I help you today?”
I am a very professional being. I wish, actually. If I could do anything, I’d be a professional soccer/football player. I find them quite attractive. In fact, if one was to tell my they played soccer, I would automatically find them ten times more attractive. I actually think that applies to all athletics. Especially wrestling and football (of the American kind). Athletes, professional or other wise, are more attractive.
If there was a moment, when the sun turned yellow and the sky was finally blue, a clear blue that I had never seen, that people always told me it was, it would not have been then, when all I was trying to do was keep the smile on your face.
Now, maybe it would be now, when both of us can’t help but laugh, and our giggles sound like donkeys, braying.
A professional is someone with a title. Does the title make the person? A professional, at the core, is really nobody. It tells you nothing. They wear a suit. That is all. A suit has no essence. A suit is nothing. Who are you? What is your profession? NO! Who are you? Tell me.
a person who stands tall and holds respect. a person who one can respect and who one can love. a person that looks regal and acts that way to without seeming overpowering or overbearing or just plain rude. a professional is not necissarily the man in the briefcase or the woman in the suit or the lawyer or some person going to work. a professional is exactly that. they are an expert in their given field and driven by a sense of passion, want and desire
“Don’t worry I’m a professional.” He had told her. Well why was she so worried then? That’s right anytime he had uttered those words or made any indication that he had the situation in hand was when he screwed things up and made the situation worse for everyone involved So she had every reason to be worried as he busied himself making final preparations.
The professional atmosphere of the room left him wondering if perhaps he had chosen the wrong room. Men and women in business attired moved quietly and efficiently about their business as a smiling young woman greeted him. “Mr. Polanksy? I’m Rachel I’ll be your escort this evening.”
She was swathed in a length of shimmering black silk that accented every curve. Her dark hair was done in elaborate curls that stretched in waves from her head to her waist.
This is my job. I’ve been working this since I was seven. It might seem a little extreme to you, but it is just a way of life for me. I pull on my shoulder harness and make sure that it is secure before I pull on my boots and strap them on tight. I open my window and jump out the ledge, creeping stealthily along the roofs as I head to my next assignment. A professional assassin is all I’ve been trained to do. And I do it well.
I want to be a professional dancer. Being a professional means to me being very good at something. Professional qualities are hard to come by. Not everyone possess professional qualities. Professionalism has a lot to do with your attitude.
Clothes strewn across the floor, cigar smoke mixing with the air. Highly unprofessional to make clients too happy, unfair to give one special treatment and leave the rest out- guesses he’ll have to screw them all.
WHOSE the professional, me, no not me, I don’t edit my thoughts, I just speak and then regret, oh dear, that is not very professional. No, I don’t think so. no, not me
Floating through the hallways and the hours of the day without stopping for anyone, without word or hint of thought. It happens often when you’re not around, and I’ve become a professional at it. Maybe this is just another confessional, but I think it serves as a sense of dedication.
what i want to be, the best at something, i want respect and to be acknowledged for my skill and talent. these are grown ups to me, i want to be in that phase soon, i dont want to keep observing, i want to make it happen, all me and my talent and knowledge
I shudder at the thought. lower cholesterol stiff black suits maybe even a picket fence. I saw him standing there, saw him chewing a granola bar on the train and saw him all those years from now with the hair cut designed to hide his balding head.
Professional, talking about professionals is kind of funny because Im certain there a professionals who are professionals about talking. I wish I was a professional talker, speech giver, and what not. My time is running out, a professional would have done better.
I’m so tired of this word. Professionalism is overly glamorized in this country. It seems like everyone is obsessed with it. You have to be some mindless corporate robot in order to be successful. It seems like the “American Dream” is nothing more than perpetual contentment without actually ever finding true happiness. Happy Monday!
Professional is only a word. One lonely word that so many people strive to be, they define themselves with this one lonely word. Professional people are still human, walking through life making mistakes like ordinary non professionals, maybe one day they will realize that.
Professional requires an outfit. An outfit that pretty much means I can only use 1% of what I have in my closet. Do I buy a whole new wardrobe to fit this dress code? Maybe I should… or maybe I should just shut up and wear the tatty cardigan and the jeggings that I like to pull off as slacks.
She walked to her office with her business suit on as always.
She sat down at her cubicle as always.
She was wearing her thin-rimmed glasses as always.
Her hair was in a slick back ponytail as always.
But then there were those over-sized clown shoes that didn’t quite fit in.
She didn’t want to feel professional today.
Being professional means presenting yourself in a respectable manner. It means being respected for who you are and all that you can be. I think of professional as being classy and not allowing people to step all over you, but doing it in a polite manner.
Murderess. Her heels clicked ruthlessly on the marble floor. A warning to all in her path. She worked endlessly, overtaking the company step by precise step. The silk skirt snaked down her thighs, constraining her steps.
i am a professional loser
i lose at everything
life and love
i win nothing
i have never ever been really happy i have always felt lonely and all alone
everyone loves a winner so no one loved me
i am a lonely loner and am a professional loser
Dani sat in the manager’s office, as cool as a cucumber. She was a professional, after all. She wasn’t about to cry or scream. She’d give no sign that her world was falling apart.
the professionals of this world are too serious. From what i have experienced, all they care about is their profession. It amazes me how narrow minded they are, they never think outside of the box, which i think is messed up. Like a lot.
working man. going day to day, walking down the street. the people bustle by, cars honk, and he mindlessly moves with it all. approaching the building he frequents every day, he looks up, and has one thought that is new. “How much longer til I reach the top?”
i think of someone who does what they like in a really good and flawless way. it’s an adjective to describe perfection and being able to handle any type of situation that someone comes across. i think of lawyers, doctors, and those types of professions that involve a lot of intellect.
I don’t like professionals because professionals are so professional and I’m not a professional so it makes me sad about other people being professionals. It is a very hard topic to speak about because I am not a professional but I wish to be a professional. Are you a professional because if you are I don’t like you very much.
Someone who’s specifically trained in being something specific, but it’s usually used not in that context. It’s usually shortened into ‘pro’ in videogames and things like that. Often professionals receive special learning in a college or university.
what is a professional? someone who has a mastery of their field, who knows that he knows nothing, who lives every day learning like a child about the new things he can do with what he knows and what he can find out. or she. no sexism, im just a guy.
not bad for a first time?
Every eye is on you when you enter the room. People make snap judgements, too ugly, too pretty, too uptight, too slutty. What does it take to look professional? How can you expect us to be sexy, confident, and poised when there’s always a giant weight hanging over our heads?
He walked into the room, looking as professional as ever. You knew he was the best at his job. He had to be, since he had the worst job you could have. Mephistopheles looked at me sqare in the eye and said, “So, how can I help you today?”
I am a very professional being. I wish, actually. If I could do anything, I’d be a professional soccer/football player. I find them quite attractive. In fact, if one was to tell my they played soccer, I would automatically find them ten times more attractive. I actually think that applies to all athletics. Especially wrestling and football (of the American kind). Athletes, professional or other wise, are more attractive.
If there was a moment, when the sun turned yellow and the sky was finally blue, a clear blue that I had never seen, that people always told me it was, it would not have been then, when all I was trying to do was keep the smile on your face.
Now, maybe it would be now, when both of us can’t help but laugh, and our giggles sound like donkeys, braying.
A professional is someone with a title. Does the title make the person? A professional, at the core, is really nobody. It tells you nothing. They wear a suit. That is all. A suit has no essence. A suit is nothing. Who are you? What is your profession? NO! Who are you? Tell me.
Being a professional for anything is a calling- a calling to perfect, to learn and to be willing to grow in the things you once never knew.
a person who stands tall and holds respect. a person who one can respect and who one can love. a person that looks regal and acts that way to without seeming overpowering or overbearing or just plain rude. a professional is not necissarily the man in the briefcase or the woman in the suit or the lawyer or some person going to work. a professional is exactly that. they are an expert in their given field and driven by a sense of passion, want and desire
is someone who has studied a problem, has lived it and has learnt ways to solve it using her own experience as the source of knowledge.
“Don’t worry I’m a professional.” He had told her. Well why was she so worried then? That’s right anytime he had uttered those words or made any indication that he had the situation in hand was when he screwed things up and made the situation worse for everyone involved So she had every reason to be worried as he busied himself making final preparations.
The professional atmosphere of the room left him wondering if perhaps he had chosen the wrong room. Men and women in business attired moved quietly and efficiently about their business as a smiling young woman greeted him. “Mr. Polanksy? I’m Rachel I’ll be your escort this evening.”
She was swathed in a length of shimmering black silk that accented every curve. Her dark hair was done in elaborate curls that stretched in waves from her head to her waist.
This is my job. I’ve been working this since I was seven. It might seem a little extreme to you, but it is just a way of life for me. I pull on my shoulder harness and make sure that it is secure before I pull on my boots and strap them on tight. I open my window and jump out the ledge, creeping stealthily along the roofs as I head to my next assignment. A professional assassin is all I’ve been trained to do. And I do it well.
I want to be a professional dancer. Being a professional means to me being very good at something. Professional qualities are hard to come by. Not everyone possess professional qualities. Professionalism has a lot to do with your attitude.
Professionals are people who act like they know what they are talking about, but wing it like everyone else, and hope no one figures them out.
Professional? More like possessional. Someone whose main goal in life is to overcharge you because of an extra year of grad school.
Clothes strewn across the floor, cigar smoke mixing with the air. Highly unprofessional to make clients too happy, unfair to give one special treatment and leave the rest out- guesses he’ll have to screw them all.
WHOSE the professional, me, no not me, I don’t edit my thoughts, I just speak and then regret, oh dear, that is not very professional. No, I don’t think so. no, not me
Floating through the hallways and the hours of the day without stopping for anyone, without word or hint of thought. It happens often when you’re not around, and I’ve become a professional at it. Maybe this is just another confessional, but I think it serves as a sense of dedication.
there is an old joke about pros and cons, progress and congress…in that vein, what do we think about confessional?
what i want to be, the best at something, i want respect and to be acknowledged for my skill and talent. these are grown ups to me, i want to be in that phase soon, i dont want to keep observing, i want to make it happen, all me and my talent and knowledge
I shudder at the thought. lower cholesterol stiff black suits maybe even a picket fence. I saw him standing there, saw him chewing a granola bar on the train and saw him all those years from now with the hair cut designed to hide his balding head.
Professional, talking about professionals is kind of funny because Im certain there a professionals who are professionals about talking. I wish I was a professional talker, speech giver, and what not. My time is running out, a professional would have done better.
I’m so tired of this word. Professionalism is overly glamorized in this country. It seems like everyone is obsessed with it. You have to be some mindless corporate robot in order to be successful. It seems like the “American Dream” is nothing more than perpetual contentment without actually ever finding true happiness. Happy Monday!
Professional is only a word. One lonely word that so many people strive to be, they define themselves with this one lonely word. Professional people are still human, walking through life making mistakes like ordinary non professionals, maybe one day they will realize that.
Professional requires an outfit. An outfit that pretty much means I can only use 1% of what I have in my closet. Do I buy a whole new wardrobe to fit this dress code? Maybe I should… or maybe I should just shut up and wear the tatty cardigan and the jeggings that I like to pull off as slacks.
She walked to her office with her business suit on as always.
She sat down at her cubicle as always.
She was wearing her thin-rimmed glasses as always.
Her hair was in a slick back ponytail as always.
But then there were those over-sized clown shoes that didn’t quite fit in.
She didn’t want to feel professional today.
Being professional means presenting yourself in a respectable manner. It means being respected for who you are and all that you can be. I think of professional as being classy and not allowing people to step all over you, but doing it in a polite manner.
Grey, grey grey. pinstriped like jail uniforms in our prison cubicles that small like printer paper and stale coffee.
Murderess. Her heels clicked ruthlessly on the marble floor. A warning to all in her path. She worked endlessly, overtaking the company step by precise step. The silk skirt snaked down her thighs, constraining her steps.
Professionals built the Titanic.
Amateurs built the Arc.
Remain open minded.
i am a professional loser
i lose at everything
life and love
i win nothing
i have never ever been really happy i have always felt lonely and all alone
everyone loves a winner so no one loved me
i am a lonely loner and am a professional loser
I am a professional smiler. Smiler…is that a word? One who smiles? I love to smile! If you are missing a smile, I will share one of mine with you. :)
Dani sat in the manager’s office, as cool as a cucumber. She was a professional, after all. She wasn’t about to cry or scream. She’d give no sign that her world was falling apart.
Even if it was.
the professionals of this world are too serious. From what i have experienced, all they care about is their profession. It amazes me how narrow minded they are, they never think outside of the box, which i think is messed up. Like a lot.
working man. going day to day, walking down the street. the people bustle by, cars honk, and he mindlessly moves with it all. approaching the building he frequents every day, he looks up, and has one thought that is new. “How much longer til I reach the top?”
i think of someone who does what they like in a really good and flawless way. it’s an adjective to describe perfection and being able to handle any type of situation that someone comes across. i think of lawyers, doctors, and those types of professions that involve a lot of intellect.
I don’t like professionals because professionals are so professional and I’m not a professional so it makes me sad about other people being professionals. It is a very hard topic to speak about because I am not a professional but I wish to be a professional. Are you a professional because if you are I don’t like you very much.
Someone who’s specifically trained in being something specific, but it’s usually used not in that context. It’s usually shortened into ‘pro’ in videogames and things like that. Often professionals receive special learning in a college or university.
How does one become professional? Where is the line between unprofessional and professional? Can you make a profession out of being unprofessional?
Some who know knows what he is doing.
A person with the talent to teach someone.
An educated individual.
A goal of mine.
Your goal, too.