I don;t need to be a professional. I can find work. By following my dreams, I CAN make a living. My passion is all I need to carry me through hard times. I’m going to follow my dreams. If the rest of the world can’t handle that, then fine. Let them hide under a veil. But not me.
I am a professional. I know what I’m doing. Do not try this at home. It takes years of practice and education to do what I’m doing. Not to mention good social skills.
The elaborate hoax of knowing that normal day to day feeling of being one’s puppet. To be the best in any situation weather a clown or a suit. Dream the dream is what they tell you, dream to be a professional.
I don’t know what it is about heels, stockings, and form-fitting pencil skirts that people deem professional. Couple that with a blouse and a blazer, and you’re a veritable CEO. But damn, is it uncomfortable.
There was only one word for her behavior…..professional, totally professional. She would show them. It would be the last time she had to take second place to all those who held a master’s degree.
Never thought myself a professional. Only a boy who had a dream and never bothered to think it impossible. After reaching it, he decided achieving this milestone wasn’t proof enough that he wasn’t dreaming. So he repeated this endeavor until it stopped feeling unreal. 26 years later, crossing that finish line still feels as much a fantasy as the first time.
I was a professional. This meant that I was getting paid for doing something that other people did voluntarily. It also meant I had standards to live up to. The standards were set by a body which I paid lots of money to set standards for me. They had the power to exclude people who didn’t agree we should be paying lots of money for them to set standards for us. Not the oldest profession, and not the most lucrative either.
It is only professional, I think, dragging my feet up the stairs to her house. Nothing more. She’s a little down. I’m only bringing her flowers to cheer her up… There’s nothing more professional than a couple roses, right? Right.
professional is a scary word. Im going to school to be a professional, even though i dont yet have a profession. i supposed i have to be professional in something or another i just dont know what that is yet, and it scares the hell out of me
Someone who does something in a formal, professional, ethical manner. People who know what they are doing and are great at what they do. Dressing in a suit, or a uniform, or outfit relating to what you are doing. Doing it all the way.
I’m a professional assassin. I do not care for the clients nor for their targets. It is only money, a source of income. The number of lives that have been taken by these hands exceeds my own fingers and toes. But as I said before, I do not care.
I want to be a professional, at anything, but then that would mean having little to no inexperience with that profession, which I can’t seem to have. I’m an inexperienced person, that being said, everything seems new to me and I’m just too caught up with the world to stick with something long enough to call myself a professional at it.
is being the person that people admire. Acting in a manor of prestige and confidence. Professionals figure it out. They have worked hard for their achievements.
Being a professional, being experienced, having knowledge in a certain field. It’s easy to think of professionalism as an outward appearance; ties, pencil skirts, blazers, but its so much more than than; it’s a mentality. Looking the part is only a piece of it. The mentality is what separates true professionals from the amateurs, it’s what creates change in others.
I want to be professional everywhere I go. I dress that way, talk that way, write that way, act that way so that people will respect me despite my age and small stature. I want to present perfection at all times.
i’m a professional,
just doing my job, as good as i can, and all the effort i can put in it.
professionale, professionalite, sounds pretty huh?
i’m a real professional
Professional is often talked about but rarely do I see it. Being professional is a noble thing that requires you to put aside your feelings and think what would be good and look good on the outside looking in. Professional means being courteous and standing firm.
I’m a professional. I can’t show emotion. I have to kill. I have no choice. Life isn’t always fair but we’ve got make of it what we can so I try not to feel guilty. It isn’t like I asked for this job. Is it?
im am not very professional. and i think i will never be just sometimes i dont know. i think my father ist and my grandfather but its hard and even if you do you best
it conjurers images of business suits, tight pony tails, blouses a little bit too low in hope for that 1 promotion. Shiny buildings with reflective windows and security guards standing beside large reception desks, hiding the bay of lifts that takes you up to the many levels of work and staplers that fill the minds of the suited workers.
The name we call myself and hookers.
What makes someone a professional.
Is it expertise. Time spent doing a job.
The amount of debt owed to a school?
I am a professional writer, speaker, consultant and procrastinator.
A man who sofisticated and eloquent with his words. Holds a authoritative position but in-tune with his followers. Honest but never hurtful. Helpful and never disruptful.
Turning to face me, I saw a look in his eyes that was unsettling. His suit, his freshly pressed shirt, his impeccably secured tie couldn’t hide it. This wasn’t some petty businessman. This was a demon. Or maybe, just maybe–the Devil himself.
I watched the lines flash before me, the people move about their daily lives. I had always wanted to be a part of that. I always want something more for myself. But I greatly overestimated their worth. When I was with them, among them–that was loneliest state of me. When I stepped outside and cut my ties, that’s how I started to feel better. It was hard, and it still is. They draw my eyes back with their smiles and laughter, but I know it’s a ruse. They’re professionals at having fun without actually doing so.
Uptight, label for undeserving middle class pricks with pletes and a family. Could be more. Wish it was. At least for me. Can I be a pro if I want to be without all of the plastic?
Getting a job, trying to act a certain way that’s not necessarily reflective of who you really are. I think the real application of “professional” should be becoming the professional version of you. You to your fullest extent, you trying your best, you pushing your hardest, you being your most excellent. Any job in which you are that kind of professional is a fucking good one.
being a professional what a person thinks is that he has to be quite formal in everything he doea. the truth however is far from it, the more flexible a person is more successful and happy he would be as a professional.
Dude for real? Who wants to be a pro. I know I don’t. Well, maybe I do? Who really knows, I know I don’t. I think that being a pro at something would be hard, I mean..you’d have so much pressure on you. I don’t know how some people do it. That would be kind of hard, in my opinion. Unless it just came naturally. Then that’s a different story.
She sure didn’t act professional. Her hair was wrapped in a messy bun, she had on sneakers beneath her sweat pants, which were dress slack look alikes. But then I heard her story and I wanted to hit myself for my judgmental thoughts.
Suits and heels. Planners and ink pens. Deadlines and stress. Professional. You go with it because you are sophisticated and intelligent. You are dedicated and determined. Professional. The word repeats in your head. You are professional.
My bow strokes still streak across the string with grunts. My fingers sometimes get stuck on the small tapes that dictate the small sound that flies and soars from vibration. My ear for intonation isn’t always perfect. I yearn for the day when I will play like him, a proffesional. Yet my playing is still climbing the tree to perfection.
It was a hard life being a professional demon hunter. Danger around every corner, and God knows how many assassins Lucifer sends after you. But Zach knew he wouldn’t have it any other way. A quiet life was just not his style.
It was my first time with this shrink. I’d only ever dared to seek help once. At 18, desperate, alone and lost; I ran to the school psychologists in hopes she had the answers to my problems. And in a way sh, she did.
I don;t need to be a professional. I can find work. By following my dreams, I CAN make a living. My passion is all I need to carry me through hard times. I’m going to follow my dreams. If the rest of the world can’t handle that, then fine. Let them hide under a veil. But not me.
I am a professional. I know what I’m doing. Do not try this at home. It takes years of practice and education to do what I’m doing. Not to mention good social skills.
i am a professional teacher woop woooop. (not really) :{) <<mustache mannnn yaaay
not me
The elaborate hoax of knowing that normal day to day feeling of being one’s puppet. To be the best in any situation weather a clown or a suit. Dream the dream is what they tell you, dream to be a professional.
I don’t know what it is about heels, stockings, and form-fitting pencil skirts that people deem professional. Couple that with a blouse and a blazer, and you’re a veritable CEO. But damn, is it uncomfortable.
There was only one word for her behavior…..professional, totally professional. She would show them. It would be the last time she had to take second place to all those who held a master’s degree.
Never thought myself a professional. Only a boy who had a dream and never bothered to think it impossible. After reaching it, he decided achieving this milestone wasn’t proof enough that he wasn’t dreaming. So he repeated this endeavor until it stopped feeling unreal. 26 years later, crossing that finish line still feels as much a fantasy as the first time.
I was a professional. This meant that I was getting paid for doing something that other people did voluntarily. It also meant I had standards to live up to. The standards were set by a body which I paid lots of money to set standards for me. They had the power to exclude people who didn’t agree we should be paying lots of money for them to set standards for us. Not the oldest profession, and not the most lucrative either.
It is only professional, I think, dragging my feet up the stairs to her house. Nothing more. She’s a little down. I’m only bringing her flowers to cheer her up… There’s nothing more professional than a couple roses, right? Right.
Aw, to hell with it. I love her.
professional is a scary word. Im going to school to be a professional, even though i dont yet have a profession. i supposed i have to be professional in something or another i just dont know what that is yet, and it scares the hell out of me
Someone who does something in a formal, professional, ethical manner. People who know what they are doing and are great at what they do. Dressing in a suit, or a uniform, or outfit relating to what you are doing. Doing it all the way.
I’m a professional assassin. I do not care for the clients nor for their targets. It is only money, a source of income. The number of lives that have been taken by these hands exceeds my own fingers and toes. But as I said before, I do not care.
I want to be a professional, at anything, but then that would mean having little to no inexperience with that profession, which I can’t seem to have. I’m an inexperienced person, that being said, everything seems new to me and I’m just too caught up with the world to stick with something long enough to call myself a professional at it.
is being the person that people admire. Acting in a manor of prestige and confidence. Professionals figure it out. They have worked hard for their achievements.
Being a professional, being experienced, having knowledge in a certain field. It’s easy to think of professionalism as an outward appearance; ties, pencil skirts, blazers, but its so much more than than; it’s a mentality. Looking the part is only a piece of it. The mentality is what separates true professionals from the amateurs, it’s what creates change in others.
I want to be professional everywhere I go. I dress that way, talk that way, write that way, act that way so that people will respect me despite my age and small stature. I want to present perfection at all times.
i’m a professional,
just doing my job, as good as i can, and all the effort i can put in it.
professionale, professionalite, sounds pretty huh?
i’m a real professional
The door opened with a gentle hiss as I stepped into the office. Cool air hit my face as I stepped in. Another day of work, another day of prison.
professional, reminds me of my dad :) Somehow he carries out everything professionally, even when it comes to running a family.
Professional is often talked about but rarely do I see it. Being professional is a noble thing that requires you to put aside your feelings and think what would be good and look good on the outside looking in. Professional means being courteous and standing firm.
I’m a professional. I can’t show emotion. I have to kill. I have no choice. Life isn’t always fair but we’ve got make of it what we can so I try not to feel guilty. It isn’t like I asked for this job. Is it?
im am not very professional. and i think i will never be just sometimes i dont know. i think my father ist and my grandfather but its hard and even if you do you best
it conjurers images of business suits, tight pony tails, blouses a little bit too low in hope for that 1 promotion. Shiny buildings with reflective windows and security guards standing beside large reception desks, hiding the bay of lifts that takes you up to the many levels of work and staplers that fill the minds of the suited workers.
The name we call myself and hookers.
What makes someone a professional.
Is it expertise. Time spent doing a job.
The amount of debt owed to a school?
I am a professional writer, speaker, consultant and procrastinator.
A man who sofisticated and eloquent with his words. Holds a authoritative position but in-tune with his followers. Honest but never hurtful. Helpful and never disruptful.
Turning to face me, I saw a look in his eyes that was unsettling. His suit, his freshly pressed shirt, his impeccably secured tie couldn’t hide it. This wasn’t some petty businessman. This was a demon. Or maybe, just maybe–the Devil himself.
I watched the lines flash before me, the people move about their daily lives. I had always wanted to be a part of that. I always want something more for myself. But I greatly overestimated their worth. When I was with them, among them–that was loneliest state of me. When I stepped outside and cut my ties, that’s how I started to feel better. It was hard, and it still is. They draw my eyes back with their smiles and laughter, but I know it’s a ruse. They’re professionals at having fun without actually doing so.
Uptight, label for undeserving middle class pricks with pletes and a family. Could be more. Wish it was. At least for me. Can I be a pro if I want to be without all of the plastic?
Someone who knows what they are about and demands respect for the representation they portray for which they know.
Getting a job, trying to act a certain way that’s not necessarily reflective of who you really are. I think the real application of “professional” should be becoming the professional version of you. You to your fullest extent, you trying your best, you pushing your hardest, you being your most excellent. Any job in which you are that kind of professional is a fucking good one.
being a professional what a person thinks is that he has to be quite formal in everything he doea. the truth however is far from it, the more flexible a person is more successful and happy he would be as a professional.
Dude for real? Who wants to be a pro. I know I don’t. Well, maybe I do? Who really knows, I know I don’t. I think that being a pro at something would be hard, I mean..you’d have so much pressure on you. I don’t know how some people do it. That would be kind of hard, in my opinion. Unless it just came naturally. Then that’s a different story.
She sure didn’t act professional. Her hair was wrapped in a messy bun, she had on sneakers beneath her sweat pants, which were dress slack look alikes. But then I heard her story and I wanted to hit myself for my judgmental thoughts.
What does it mean to be a professional ? Is it that you know a lot in your field or is it a way to behave in your workplace? Both.
Suits and heels. Planners and ink pens. Deadlines and stress. Professional. You go with it because you are sophisticated and intelligent. You are dedicated and determined. Professional. The word repeats in your head. You are professional.
My bow strokes still streak across the string with grunts. My fingers sometimes get stuck on the small tapes that dictate the small sound that flies and soars from vibration. My ear for intonation isn’t always perfect. I yearn for the day when I will play like him, a proffesional. Yet my playing is still climbing the tree to perfection.
It was a hard life being a professional demon hunter. Danger around every corner, and God knows how many assassins Lucifer sends after you. But Zach knew he wouldn’t have it any other way. A quiet life was just not his style.
It was my first time with this shrink. I’d only ever dared to seek help once. At 18, desperate, alone and lost; I ran to the school psychologists in hopes she had the answers to my problems. And in a way sh, she did.
Professional is someone that is part of a profession or a work place normally wear suits.