The analogy from my previous post follows quite nicely also in terms of rejection. I thought things were going well, we were getting on great, I had already pictured what my future would be like with them...Then I get rejected.
The nerve! I hate them! They don't know what they're missing out on!
Boyfriend or job; losing either simply sucks. But if there is no rejection, there is no growth. I have to believe that everything happens for a reason, and today with yet another job rejection I can only hope that it is to make room for the perfect job coming soon. The One. :)
Friday, March 18, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Hunting for Jobs; Men on Hold
Finding a man is definitely an arduous task that I have been familiar with since a very young age. Job hunting, on the other hand, has proven to be even harder. Like finding a boyfriend, the common saying "you'll find one when you are not looking" seems to apply to employment as well.
Since I chose to follow my bliss, leaving law school to pursue a career in hospitality, I have found little satisfaction and no full time employment. Unlike relationships, which in my past was littered with possible back burner boyfriends always present prior to breaking it off with my current man...I have found myself high and dry in the job department with nothing serious waiting for my law school-drop out-ass.
I have found myself filling in the gaping holes of my bank account with babysitting jobs (changed my first dirty diaper), temp positions (the joys of working 1-3 days in a company you hate knowing its only temporary), and liquidating my one and only asset (poor Jimmy Jetta, you were my first car and my favorite blue boy on the road).
Upon reflection, one of the choices that brought me to my current state included the choice to pursue a legal career - an option that excused me from the uber competitive job search senior year of college. Quickly falling into a full time position with a family friend real estate attorney, the plan was unfolding with little effort on my part. That is, until I was overcome with boredom and the realization that I did NOT want to be a secretary the rest of my life.
Fade shot to my acceptance into a second tier local school, complete with Dean's List scholarship and an unbearable pressure to attend. My indifference lead me to complete a full semester with lackluster grades and a loss of scholarship funds. This was the turning point; leading me straight into the front lines of unemployment and financial anxieties. Exactly what I was hoping to avoid back in college, but now I realize that it was something that I wanted so bad I couldn't bear the pressure of disappointment if my dream job was snagged by the fellow Hotelie sitting next to me at the various rounds of job interviews.
Fast forward to today's impersonal method of hiring new employees via websites and standard questionnaires which dump hundreds or thousands (if not hundreds of thousands) of faceless applicants into some HR rep's inbox for them to filter through at the pace of slug, unaware or uncaring of the desperation at the other end.
More to come...have to check my daily job post board and tweak my Cover Letter (surpassed the 30+ mark just this week) to match whatever new listing has gloriously appeared to grab my attention. Wish me luck!
Since I chose to follow my bliss, leaving law school to pursue a career in hospitality, I have found little satisfaction and no full time employment. Unlike relationships, which in my past was littered with possible back burner boyfriends always present prior to breaking it off with my current man...I have found myself high and dry in the job department with nothing serious waiting for my law school-drop out-ass.
I have found myself filling in the gaping holes of my bank account with babysitting jobs (changed my first dirty diaper), temp positions (the joys of working 1-3 days in a company you hate knowing its only temporary), and liquidating my one and only asset (poor Jimmy Jetta, you were my first car and my favorite blue boy on the road).
Upon reflection, one of the choices that brought me to my current state included the choice to pursue a legal career - an option that excused me from the uber competitive job search senior year of college. Quickly falling into a full time position with a family friend real estate attorney, the plan was unfolding with little effort on my part. That is, until I was overcome with boredom and the realization that I did NOT want to be a secretary the rest of my life.
Fade shot to my acceptance into a second tier local school, complete with Dean's List scholarship and an unbearable pressure to attend. My indifference lead me to complete a full semester with lackluster grades and a loss of scholarship funds. This was the turning point; leading me straight into the front lines of unemployment and financial anxieties. Exactly what I was hoping to avoid back in college, but now I realize that it was something that I wanted so bad I couldn't bear the pressure of disappointment if my dream job was snagged by the fellow Hotelie sitting next to me at the various rounds of job interviews.
Fast forward to today's impersonal method of hiring new employees via websites and standard questionnaires which dump hundreds or thousands (if not hundreds of thousands) of faceless applicants into some HR rep's inbox for them to filter through at the pace of slug, unaware or uncaring of the desperation at the other end.
More to come...have to check my daily job post board and tweak my Cover Letter (surpassed the 30+ mark just this week) to match whatever new listing has gloriously appeared to grab my attention. Wish me luck!
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Instant gratification ?
Waiting doesn't come easy. Not in my generation. We don't want to wait for anything. Not only do we want everything - we want it now. No waiting, no struggle, no time passed by.
It's as if everything is passing us by and we are too busy looking for something to notice what's unfolding before us. There is only one speed of life; we don't control it, we're only passengers on this journey. No point in trying to control it, trying to slow it down or speed it up - that's not our call. All we can do is try to keep up and relish in the ride.
I digress from the point of this blog; perhaps I should change the title to something like "a date with destiny" - all it must have in store for me. People in our lives come and go, but the important ones stick around because they have a lasting purpose in our lives and we must embrace and utilize their talents and strengths for as long as we can.
It's as if everything is passing us by and we are too busy looking for something to notice what's unfolding before us. There is only one speed of life; we don't control it, we're only passengers on this journey. No point in trying to control it, trying to slow it down or speed it up - that's not our call. All we can do is try to keep up and relish in the ride.
I digress from the point of this blog; perhaps I should change the title to something like "a date with destiny" - all it must have in store for me. People in our lives come and go, but the important ones stick around because they have a lasting purpose in our lives and we must embrace and utilize their talents and strengths for as long as we can.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Weight, Men, Money
My weight is exactly what I wouldn't admit in the second to last post.
Men. While I wish it was better than before, I have to admit there is only one man in my mind at this time. He's the one I think about when I read my new book (http://www.amazon.com/Science-Kissing-What-Lips-Telling/dp/0446559903 ) you know, like an old school crush.
To be continued...
Men. While I wish it was better than before, I have to admit there is only one man in my mind at this time. He's the one I think about when I read my new book (http://www.amazon.com/Science-Kissing-What-Lips-Telling/dp/0446559903 ) you know, like an old school crush.
To be continued...
Default mode...back to the blog
Default mode...back to this again.
"You better check yourself before you wreck yourself." Btw watching the brand new, on demand, due date movie whilst I reinvent my authorship/blogership.
I cannot ignore the magnetic pull back to the methaphor of the hero. The journey. Starting without anything but a vision, a dream. Having to overcome obstacles; feats of strength that test endurance and courage. As long as I know what I want, I feel there is something holding me up and helping to push me forward.
No one ever does it alone, everyone has a partner in crime. An ally. One to offer a different perspective, another voice to point in the right direction. There is nothing more lonely than being alone with one's own voice, in one's own mind, with no one but yourself.
As far as dating - sometimes I want this ally to be a boyfriend. That partner that helps you and supports you and encourages your desires to succeed. Someone must inspire and provide new and exciting ways to view the everyday as a priceless gift to be valued. My favorite therepist of all time once judged me when I said I was always happier when i had a boyfriend. She was adament on instilling that I was strong enough to do anything on my own. But it's not that I can't do it on my own; it's more that is it more fufilling to share my accomplishments with someone else. They nurture the spirit that suceeds and relish in it's glory.
"You better check yourself before you wreck yourself." Btw watching the brand new, on demand, due date movie whilst I reinvent my authorship/blogership.
I cannot ignore the magnetic pull back to the methaphor of the hero. The journey. Starting without anything but a vision, a dream. Having to overcome obstacles; feats of strength that test endurance and courage. As long as I know what I want, I feel there is something holding me up and helping to push me forward.
No one ever does it alone, everyone has a partner in crime. An ally. One to offer a different perspective, another voice to point in the right direction. There is nothing more lonely than being alone with one's own voice, in one's own mind, with no one but yourself.
As far as dating - sometimes I want this ally to be a boyfriend. That partner that helps you and supports you and encourages your desires to succeed. Someone must inspire and provide new and exciting ways to view the everyday as a priceless gift to be valued. My favorite therepist of all time once judged me when I said I was always happier when i had a boyfriend. She was adament on instilling that I was strong enough to do anything on my own. But it's not that I can't do it on my own; it's more that is it more fufilling to share my accomplishments with someone else. They nurture the spirit that suceeds and relish in it's glory.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Just call me Bridget Jones
Today, Thursday November 18th, year 2010, I begin my journal in the style of famed Bridget Jones with the technological mandated addition is in blog form.
This is shit writing. I'm not publishing this.
Anyway
Today I begin my Bridget Jones diary, blog-style because I am sooo 21st century.
Weight: yeah right. we'll say xyz.
Boys: 3 in my mind at the moment; none in reality.
Exercise: ordered a scale, acquired a mini trampoline for cardio jumping sessions, discovered time counter for laps on my iphone and use it at the track when i like to run at night, 30 min brisk walking earned me 2 pts off my total bill that day. Immediately indulged in a glass of port.
Self Health: facial attention, stretching and rolling, daily pose of the day yoga, floss, put mouthwash on the list, natural makeup application, (keys, wallet, phone). I also think I may want to start using a planner. A day book. Whatever you call them, I unoeqivocally want a classy, traditional, lasting, chanel, kate spade, leather, crocidile, structured, clean, crisp, simple, understated vessel to carry all my life's appointments and reminders to "stay calm and carry on".
School: ToDo's inlcude draft of my final memo for my writing class, making concept term flash cards for each subject's (property, contracts, torts) main topics, finish the reading for next day's class discussion.
Social: Failed to make it to the midnight showing of harry potter; instaed had my appt with the shrink, went to my mom's house for some ravioli and wine, then home to video chat + vino with my bestie :)
all in all a great night especially given I completed this (let it be known due to certain errors in my previous execution of this blog post attempt, this is not the original version of the thougths posted hereafter)
Rant about fuzz
I think I have an invisible cat living in my apartment. I picture it to be of the persian sort; white, puffy, and definitely stuck up. The reasoning behind my illogical thought is the abundance of white fuzz that stock piles my parkay floors like wall to wall carpeting.
Attacking it with the vacuum cleaner was fruitless, as was crawling on my hands and knees with a lint roller in hand. My next and last hope was to purchase a cat hair comb and attach it to the handle end of my broom stick. This worked like a charm and has been ever since. But the point of that rant was that the effing fuzz is endless, ahhh.
Attacking it with the vacuum cleaner was fruitless, as was crawling on my hands and knees with a lint roller in hand. My next and last hope was to purchase a cat hair comb and attach it to the handle end of my broom stick. This worked like a charm and has been ever since. But the point of that rant was that the effing fuzz is endless, ahhh.
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