Office Survival Kits

Basically I work with a diverse group of people in a social service arena. They are barraged with high stress situations and I thought it would be fun to create a small "survival" kit to help them get through the day all year.

Survival Kit

pacifyer - to soothe the "whiners"
spoon - for those you have to "spoon feed"
magic want - for the miracles you're expected to perform
tissues - for the "cry babies"
Jacks - because you have to be a "jack of all trades"
mints - so you will always have a fresh outlook
yo-yo - to remind you that this job has its ups and downs
rubber ball - to remind you that you can bounce back on the "down days"
snicker bar - to remind you that laughter is the best medicine
lifesavers - for when you are drowning in all the paper work
cotton balls - for when you want to drown out any additional requests
button - to remind you to button your lip
battery - so you can keep going and goin and going
100,000 bar - in lieu of that raise you want
piece of string - for all the times that you are expected to make ends meet
hugs and kisses - for whenever you need them

A SURVIVAL KIT FOR EVERY DAY LIVING

Items Needed:
Toothpick
Rubber Band
Band Aid
Pencil
Eraser
Chewing Gum
Mint
Candy Kiss
Tea Bag

Why???
1) TOOTHPICK - to remind you to pick out the good qualities
in others.

2) RUBBER BAND - to remind you to be flexible, things might not
always go the way you want, but it will work out.

3) BAND AID - to remind you to heal hurt feelings, yours
or someone else's.

4) PENCIL - to remind you to list your blessings everyday.

5) ERASER - To remind you that everyone makes mistakes,
and it's OK.

6) CHEWING GUM - to remind you to stick with it and
you can accomplish anything.

7) MINT - to remind you that you are worth a mint.

8) CANDY KISS - to remind you that everyone needs a kiss
or a hug everyday.

9) TEA BAG - to remind you to relax daily and reflect on all the positive things in your life.

These are most of the time put into little baggies. Such cute ideas...include a little card with why everything is in the bag!

Take Care! SD

2006-12-10 08:00:30 by tplizzey

The contents of the survival kit/ bug-out bag that I keep in my office, should I need it while I#39;m at work.

I am looking for ideas for a freelancer's kit
it can be any type of freelancer (writer, photographer, designer, programmer, etc)

Here's what I have so far:

- Comfortable office chair
- Laptop
- Coffee maker
- Coffee Mug
- Tablet (for digital drawing)
- Ergonomic Mouse
- Domain Name
- Hosting
- Killer website
- Translation software (i.e. Trados)
- Design software (photoshop and the likes)
- A pair of glasses (eye strain from too many hours in front of the computer)
- Eye drops
- A paypal account

Any more ideas? Go crazy!

Can I add one?

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VERY important !

2009-06-23 01:03:39 by rykkardo8

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I am transfering at work to another center and would like to thank my coworkers with a letter or poem. I am also doing those little survival kits for everone but need help with a letter or poem thanking everyone and saying goodbye to post in the office. Please Help

How about this famous poem. You can print it on good quality poster paper and write your personal message on it.

[IF]

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

--Rudyard Kipling

Peace and every blessing!

2007-07-26 23:16:04 by avonmommyof3

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I grinned as I walked to the car lugging my three large duffle bags, my mum laughed, she had already told me I had too much stuff with me, when she had seen me packing she'd rolled her eyes and reminded me I was only going away for half a month- and to Maine. Not Barcelona or Russia so to put away all of my stuff. My youngest brother had reminded me that I was not going alone- so to put away the survival and first aid kits, my sister had reminded me to pack something nice, tight and short, along with numerous overpriced perfumes, a good bit of makeup and a razor, I pouted theatrically but laughed and tossed in all the cosmetics and beautification products I had accumulated over the years, courtesy of their "generosity" into my bag of toiletries- which courtesy of my eldest brother's ignorance was way over proportioned, a fact which for the first time I was resentful of. My twin brother, Eric and my older brother Jeremy who were coming with me reminded me to bring food, tents, rope, sleeping bags, and bed sheets. I laughed but didn't object when they added to my packages.
So now I was the only one with three bags, and even then all of the cloth was in vacuum bags. Jeremy walked past me, and in one fluid motion took all my bags and threw them at Eric, who was arranging everything in the back of our Cousin Jamie’s truck. Jamie came at me from around and wrapped me up in a bear hug, my face was immersed in his rolling muscles so I didn't see the bags hit Eric, but I heard a heavy metallic thud and his furious, rather obscene exclamation.
As soon as all the bags were in the back our youngest brother Ingo came rushing out of the house carrying all of my survival kits, fishing net, his walkie talkies, and a knife. Jamie arched an eyebrow. "I thought you maybe would need this because you're a girl," Conner explained
"What girl uses a knife?"
"If she can beat Jeremy at halo wars and beat up Troy she can use a knife" Ingo informed Jamie solemnly.
I groaned. Three hours in, and we had stopped at three rest stops because they wanted to get soda to drink and to store. At this rate we would end up at our destination the day we were due back. But when I mentioned this the guys complained that they had known it would be a bad idea to bring me.
Therefore, when we pulled into the driveway of the main office of the camping community a long time after dusk I was the only whose bladder was not on the verge of spontaneously combusting, and I relished in this fact, making bathroom jokes, turning on cd's of rainfall and noisily slurping my water bottle. So of course as soon as the car stopped they all took off as though the devil's hounds were at their heels and left me to carry all nine overstuffed duffle bags along with a lifetimes supply of soda to the office so that we could get the keys to our cabin. I grabbed my three bags and a bottle of soda first, and the breath was knocked out of me as I swung my third bag onto my back. I staggered a few steps in the dark toward the towering beacon of the lone lamppost outside the office I took another step- and collapsed.
As I struggled to get up a polite cough from the side made me jump. I struggled with the button on my cargoes and pulled out a flashlight and my knife. The boy who had witnessed my pathetic demise raised his arms in a symbol of peace and chuckled-"got anything else in there little girl?" he asked, his voice was compelling, teasing.
I glared
"oh come on now, I meant to ask- I meant to ask you-" he paused again.
"Meant to ask me what, If I needed help? Well I don't" I retorted
A smile was in his voice as he replied- “Well now actually I was going to ask what kind of moron makes a- how old are you?"
"15"
"16. Well a fifteen year old girl carry a truckload all the way over there" he pointed to the beacon.
I waved a couple empty soda bottles at him
"... And I presume you're the smart one who didn't partake.?..."
I laughed grudgingly. It was funny how he let his sentences hang.
"and after that" he continued, clearly satisfied with my reaction "after that I was going to ask if I could help you- and whack them over the heads with one of those... I'm assuming it's more than one?" he queried
I held up three fingers and made a face. He winced theatrically, causing me to laugh again. I gestured toward the truck bed, and grabbed a full two liters of coke and handed it to him. He grinned infectiously, and I had to join in.
"I will put this to good use, and thus avenge thane slavery lady..."
"Juliet-Ennalise"
"Jason"
"araganots?" I asked as we walked toward the office each carrying two bags and weilding a bottle of soda.
"Yeah, and you?"
"Shakespeare"
"I'll have to reread him; I thought I'd memorized all of the plays"
"Excuse me?"
"I don't remember an ennalise in Romeo and Juliet"
I opened my mouth to reply but at that moment indigo came loping over to us and took my bags. He motioned toward the truck. And I jogged off to get two more.
When I opened t

You command of language is good. Your punctuation
is OK. Sentence structure is good. Adjectives and adverbs
a little pretentious.
Now the story.
You have no "grabber" at the beginning. Something that says
"read me, I'm a fun read!". Your style needs work. I don't
know you but, I suspect that its not really you. Your words
seem contrived and don't flow smoothly. Your theme is
unclear.
A few suggestions.
1) Write from personal experience.
2) Relax a few minutes before you begin writing and consider
what you want to say..
3) Edit your work ruthlessly.
4) Read what others have written and published.
Study their style. How do they get your attention in
the beginning of the piece. Study there character building
style. How do they impart a feeling of intimate
knowledge of their basic nature of each character.
5) Get a pad and pen and carry it at all times. Make
notes when you hear a nicely turned phrase. Describe
the people in your life with the intent of leading the
reader to the conclusions you want them to draw.
6) Study other writers methods of setting a scene.
7) Ask questions of people around you. It doesn't matter
what they say. Its dialogue. After you end the
conversation with them, write notes describing the
dialogue.

These are a good starting point. Remember that what you
write is not intended to give people a good impression of
you. Its to give them a good story to read.

All in all. I think you have potential. Keep at it and when
you become a famous author, remember us little people
and write about us.

Good luck.

2009-08-13 07:34:20 by Driad

The movie will be called "It's not that cold here, really." and it will be an American comedy produced by ME!

The movie will be about a dumb American gangster from New Jersey who decides to leave his gang town and visit a more peaceful place called....Canada.

He decides to travel to Toronto in mid-July and his family talks him out of it telling him "it's VERY COLD in Canada, it's a freezing cold country!" So he rebelliously drives to New York/Ontario border with 16 North Face jackets, a survival kit, a battery generator to heat the car, a 4-week supply of emergency food, a portable stove, 16 containers of mosquito repellent, a hunting knife. And a guide to survivng Polar attacks in the arctic wilderness. And emergency bottles of water, emergency toilet paper, for his summer trip to Toronto, Ontario. He's an idiot.

He gets to the Canada border and they ask him where he's going!!!! He says "Toronto for the July weekend."

Customs official: What have you brought here???? 16 jackets, emergency supplies, bear repellant????

Guy: Because my friend said it's FREEZING COLD in Canada.

Customs official gets skeptical because he thinks perhaps this guy is planning to stay the winter, either that or hide out. And overstay his welcome and not plan on leaving the country. They keep him at the border for a few days.

The guy starts USING his survival kit food and water to feed himself while sitting in the immigration customs office. Just to give him what he asked for, they purposely put the AC on 10 degrees celsius so he can freeze inside the immigration and customs building.

He ends up being held over in the border office until the weekend is over, so they tell him to make a U-turn and USA customs will take it from there.

They say "I hope you enjoyed your stay. Next time, do some research before you plan a trip to Toronto."

It would be pretty funny.
Or you can make it where they do let him into Toronto and then it just so happens the city experiences a black-out like a few summers ago, and the guy thinks it's ALWAYS like that
You know? I've been in MANY Canadian cities. Intentionally, the last place I want to visit in Canada, after I see all the other provinces including the maritimes, is TORONTO.
Isn't this fascinating? See everything except Toronto, and then Finally.....Toronto.
Edit Dangerma: Definitely would put you in the credits. The thing though is going straight north by road, you can't go much farther than Kapuskasing. Or the road to James Bay. The only opportunity to drive FAR north is to go west of Edmonton. Unless of course you fly

do they actually keep people there for a whole weekend??! if he doesn't even make it into Canada, that would be kindof anti climactic wouldn't it.
the idea is funny, I've seen people in August with skiis strapped to their roof looking for mountains.

If he were to make it in though, which they probably would let him in, they'd be laughing that's for sure. But it would be funny if he just kept his mindset that toronto is some sort of wilderness after seeing it and just took everything the wrong way. Like a beavertail stand or something. Blackout's like the one several years ago are extreemly uncommon.

I'm just wondering, are you canadian and have you been to toronto?

2009-03-01 16:35:11 by Eric S