A Brief Story

A brief story

Having lived in the United States for over four years, I find myself working harder and harder every day and not getting anywhere. Until finally I got a break of a lifetime, I have find a job that would not only pay me a few bucks more, and why not. Working at a fast food restaurant was not something I wanted to do for the rest of my life.

So anyhow, that break came when I applied with a prestige airline. Who ever would think that I would’ve gotten such a job. This airline was looking for a responsible person, personal skills, and the ability to work under pressure. Tired of working my behind for only a few pennies, I went for an interview, and to my surprise I received a phone call the following morning from the person who interviewed me, telling me that I have gotten hired, that I got the job. I felt so happy and relieved to hear the good news, and promptly asked when could I start working?

Before starting my new job I had to go through training. They explained to me every single detail about the company, the companies rules, etc. Within two weeks I had the job of a Customer Representative. Handling phone calls from left to right, and handling customer’s accounts.

Anyhow, let me speed up the story a little.

I’ve been working with this company for over a year now, and it has sure brought me a lot of fun and of course, lets not forget the stress too. But no matter what the consequences, I am satisfied with my new job. I tell you, working for an airline sure has its good and bad side.

What are the good sides of working at an airline?

For one thing you get to travel for free, almost anywhere in the country. I for instance have taken a few trips of my own. I have been to New York, Atlantic City, Texas, Florida, and San Francisco, just to name some of the place I’ve visited.

Florida, was, well, I guess what everyone expects it to be. I got the chance to go to Disney World, and to some of its beaches. I took a lot of pictures, and dance till my feet could not move any more. I interacted with different kinds of people, which it was sort of fun in a way too. Realizing that I was in the middle of strangers did not actually matter, for I was having the time of my life. But the fun was soon going to end, I had to report to work in about forty-eight hours, and only had time to get all my things packed and take a cab to the airport so that I would report to work on time.

Changing the topic let tell you about the day when I went to Los Angeles and at the same time give you a small history class. It has to do with a cemetery. No, its not your typical cemetery, this one is located west to the U.S. Okay, it’s in Hollywood.

Is the permanent home to more movie stars than any other cemetery, Hollywood Memorial Park Cemetery. Some of the stars that reside there are; Douglas Fairbanks, Cecil B. Demille, Marion Davies, and Randolph Valentino, are spending eternity there. It’s where a new generation of ladies in Black continues a tradition that began with Valentino’s death on August 23, 1926. Every year on that date, women dress in black, carry red roses, read poetry, and leave notes and mementos at Valentino’s crypt. The cemetery is also the final resting place of eighty-thousand less celebrated citizens of Hollywood: bankers, carpenters, legislators, printers, poets, maids, housewives, children, and even a few members of the Russian nobility who escaped the Bolshevik Revolution.

It was established in 1899, only a dozen years after Hollywood itself and more than a decade before the start of the movie industry. It rose and fell and now is rising again. At the turn of the century, Hollywood was a small residential community, its dirt streets surrounded by ranches, citrus orchards, and wheat fields. When Isaac Van Nuys, a farmer and businessman, founded the Hollywood Cemetery Association and bought a hundred acres between Santa Monica Boulevard and Melrose Avenue in 1899, the neighbors protested strenuously: A burial site would ruin their community’s appearance and lower property values.

To gain support the association promise a parklike cemetery, one of the first on the West Coast, well maintain, with open green spaces, few rods, classical architecture, and a perpetual-care endowment to assure its future. Yet Hollywood Cemetery continued to have enemies. Before the Civil War, graveyards had been nonprofit, owned and maintained by churches, local governments, or families. Early in the twentieth century, as commercial cemeteries became more widespread, people reacted against the idea of making money on the dead.