It's finally happened, dear readers. After many years of hard work and relentless efforts...I have finally been likened to a psychological disorder. How does it feel??? That's a tough question. I'm a mix of both joy and humble deserving. It makes me wonder, how did Mr. Mwale Kilamangaro feel when they decided to name a mountain after him? Or what was Conrad E. Boli's reaction to being the founding name of said disease? I would say they were both moved beyond words and expressions of happiness to know that the global community respected them so much as to immortalize they're likeness -- for what are we without our name? -- in something so timeless as a mountain, a deadly disease, or -- in this case -- a psychological disorder.
So again, how do I feel, you ask?
Proud.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Saturday, April 7, 2007
The Ups, Downs...and Ups again
This has been a professionally and emotionally wild week. To start, on monday I got a "thanks, but no thanks" letter from my dream job. It wouldn't have affected me so much if I had applied and immediately got the rejection letter. Instead, I had been moved through the first couple of rounds and thought that I was pretty much "in like Flynn." Apparently not. Okay, back to the drawing board...
The very next day, I discover an almost exact dream job, only for another company. Crazy! AND they were actively hiring. Sweet. I send in my cover letter and resume right away. A few hours later I have an informational interview set up for the next day. This is almost too good to be true! So, I meet with the "company" and everything's legit and it's getting better by the second. Oh yeah, did I mention, it's with the Army? Yeah, and there's a required enlistment commitment -- which, let me say right now, I don't have problem with. However, my parents do. So much so, that I fear for their physical health were I to proceed down this path. Thus, after some hard prayer and contemplation, I determined I could not pursue this particular path to my dream job without my parents' blessings and support.
Back to square one.
In a moment of frustration I decide to call my dream job company and try and get some closure on why they turned me down. As luck would have it, I got to speak to someone that was able to answer all my questions. Quite simply, they love me...except for what "unofficial" prerequisite they have for hiring -- foreign experience. That's it?!?!?
So dear readers, as this blog was originally titled, I am on my way to Taiwan. Where I'll go after that? Who knows. I have some time to figure it out. In the meantime, I don't leave for Taiwan until June. A pretty crazy week indeed.
The very next day, I discover an almost exact dream job, only for another company. Crazy! AND they were actively hiring. Sweet. I send in my cover letter and resume right away. A few hours later I have an informational interview set up for the next day. This is almost too good to be true! So, I meet with the "company" and everything's legit and it's getting better by the second. Oh yeah, did I mention, it's with the Army? Yeah, and there's a required enlistment commitment -- which, let me say right now, I don't have problem with. However, my parents do. So much so, that I fear for their physical health were I to proceed down this path. Thus, after some hard prayer and contemplation, I determined I could not pursue this particular path to my dream job without my parents' blessings and support.
Back to square one.
In a moment of frustration I decide to call my dream job company and try and get some closure on why they turned me down. As luck would have it, I got to speak to someone that was able to answer all my questions. Quite simply, they love me...except for what "unofficial" prerequisite they have for hiring -- foreign experience. That's it?!?!?
So dear readers, as this blog was originally titled, I am on my way to Taiwan. Where I'll go after that? Who knows. I have some time to figure it out. In the meantime, I don't leave for Taiwan until June. A pretty crazy week indeed.
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
The Sweet with the Sour
I just spent a great weekend in Salt Lake City attending General Conference. I heard some fantastic, spiritual, and inspiring things over the past two days. So much so that it's still all processing. One thing that really hit me was "being grateful". Be grateful for all that your have in your life. This day is not ours, it's a gift. At any moment we can lose this gift. So be stoked and grateful for everything you have right now. Somewhere there is someone that can't tie their own shoes, if you can, be grateful for that. It's all about the small things just as much as it is about the big ones.
There was a lot more to General Conference, but that would be an entirely different blog...perhaps one more reverent than one founded on Q-TIP usage. Moving right along, this weekend was in a word: awe-inspiring. (yeah, I know)
Then there's the flip-side...I returned to California to find out that a job-- THE job -- that I was waiting to hear about has turned me down. It's unfortunate. And I'm not going to lie, it definitely took the wind out of my sails a bit. However, i wasn't angry or depressed. I wanted to be, don't get me wrong. But, I wasn't. Instead, I had an overwhelming sense of gratitude. It kind of freaked me out. I got the letter, read it, had a moment to process and the first thing that popped into my head was, "Okay, what do I need to learn from this?"
So, not really sour at all...it was more like the sorbet you have at the end of course to cleanse your palate. Yeah, I like that.
There was a lot more to General Conference, but that would be an entirely different blog...perhaps one more reverent than one founded on Q-TIP usage. Moving right along, this weekend was in a word: awe-inspiring. (yeah, I know)
Then there's the flip-side...I returned to California to find out that a job-- THE job -- that I was waiting to hear about has turned me down. It's unfortunate. And I'm not going to lie, it definitely took the wind out of my sails a bit. However, i wasn't angry or depressed. I wanted to be, don't get me wrong. But, I wasn't. Instead, I had an overwhelming sense of gratitude. It kind of freaked me out. I got the letter, read it, had a moment to process and the first thing that popped into my head was, "Okay, what do I need to learn from this?"
So, not really sour at all...it was more like the sorbet you have at the end of course to cleanse your palate. Yeah, I like that.
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