Tim and I have been reading The Knot's wedding guide book. Unlike the stereotypical stories I hear, he's been decently helpful and willing to participate in the planning process.
Generally, I do the leg work and then show him my filtered list of vendors or ideas. Most times he's fine with it though he questions why I'm thinking about details that he feels are not important right now. (Sometime he's right, sometime he's wrong.)
I really appreciate that he's willing to take responsibility for some tasks. It helps me feel less overwhelmed and that he cares about how the wedding will turn out. I've asked him to choose an officiant, interview DJs, and plan the honeymoon. Tim's already told me he really doesn't care about the florist.
As Tim was getting ready to go home, he recalled something and said excitedly, "oh, I have an idea for the banquet tables. You know how Pku named her tables after wines. I though of what we could do for ours."
"Really? I had an idea for that too," I said with a smile.
Tim paused for a second. I guess I should have immediately asked him to share his idea rather than equal him with mine. He asked me what my idea was.
"I thought we could name the tables after cities that we've visited."
"That's what I thought too," Tim said as he grabbed my hand. "We could put the city name in big letters and then describe what we did there in small text at the bottom of the table sign."
I could tell we both thought it cool to be on the same wavelength. I just love that he's thinking about these little details too.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Wrapping it up
As of Friday, I have accepted a job offer. What I didn't realize is that that was the easy part.
For the past day or so, I've been stressing myself out over when to quit. It turns out that it's rather complicated when you factor in getting time off between jobs, health insurance, and personal standards of etiquette.
My new boss would like me to start as soon as possible. She'll be gone for vacation in May and wants to make sure we have enough time to get me started with the new work. The drop dead time to start would be April 28th. We both agree, however, that starting the 14th would be ideal. (I will be getting stock options, so if I start before the 15th, I may get a better strike price.)
Somewhere in this time frame I'd like to take a little time off. Honestly, a relative is visiting and I need to clean house. Plus, I need to do my taxes. Then, it might be nice to use some of that time to do *fun* wedding stuff like shopping for dresses, invitations, and favors. I'm realizing that one week might not be enough.
As for where I'm sitting now, I've always been of the standard approach of giving two weeks notice. I was supposed to go on a business trip this weekend to take around my colleague who have never been to conference before. I'm on the fence about going as it is. I feel bad about not being there for her. I presume that if I give notice, they'll tell me not to go.
I still have more than one week of vacation accrued that I'd prefer to use than cash out. I know from others who have left the company, however, that HR is highly unlikely to allow me to take vacation after I give notice. Complicating matters, I have learned that my health insurance ends the same day I exit the company. There could be time off where I am technically on my own if I have an accident. I would have the option for COBRA but the forms don't come for a month. Therefore you pay out of pocket and then get retroactively reimbursed for any claims.
As I see it (unless someone's got a better idea) these are my options:
1) Resign immediately giving one week's notice (3rd), take one week off (with COBRA backup), and start work on the 14th.
2) Go on the business trip, take next week off, give one week's notice, and start work on the 14th.
3) Give notice today to leave by the 10th, still take 4th off, and start new job on the 14th.
4) Any of the above options but not start the new job until the 21st and risk needing the COBRA insurance and letting go on the stock price.
Even though I have every right to quit at any time, I feel a little weird about not saying anything or giving barely a weeks notice. After all, you also have to think about possibly running into these higher ups at some workplace in the future. Sometimes it sucks to have such a strong conscience.
ARGH. I think too much don't I?
For the past day or so, I've been stressing myself out over when to quit. It turns out that it's rather complicated when you factor in getting time off between jobs, health insurance, and personal standards of etiquette.
My new boss would like me to start as soon as possible. She'll be gone for vacation in May and wants to make sure we have enough time to get me started with the new work. The drop dead time to start would be April 28th. We both agree, however, that starting the 14th would be ideal. (I will be getting stock options, so if I start before the 15th, I may get a better strike price.)
Somewhere in this time frame I'd like to take a little time off. Honestly, a relative is visiting and I need to clean house. Plus, I need to do my taxes. Then, it might be nice to use some of that time to do *fun* wedding stuff like shopping for dresses, invitations, and favors. I'm realizing that one week might not be enough.
As for where I'm sitting now, I've always been of the standard approach of giving two weeks notice. I was supposed to go on a business trip this weekend to take around my colleague who have never been to conference before. I'm on the fence about going as it is. I feel bad about not being there for her. I presume that if I give notice, they'll tell me not to go.
I still have more than one week of vacation accrued that I'd prefer to use than cash out. I know from others who have left the company, however, that HR is highly unlikely to allow me to take vacation after I give notice. Complicating matters, I have learned that my health insurance ends the same day I exit the company. There could be time off where I am technically on my own if I have an accident. I would have the option for COBRA but the forms don't come for a month. Therefore you pay out of pocket and then get retroactively reimbursed for any claims.
As I see it (unless someone's got a better idea) these are my options:
1) Resign immediately giving one week's notice (3rd), take one week off (with COBRA backup), and start work on the 14th.
2) Go on the business trip, take next week off, give one week's notice, and start work on the 14th.
3) Give notice today to leave by the 10th, still take 4th off, and start new job on the 14th.
4) Any of the above options but not start the new job until the 21st and risk needing the COBRA insurance and letting go on the stock price.
Even though I have every right to quit at any time, I feel a little weird about not saying anything or giving barely a weeks notice. After all, you also have to think about possibly running into these higher ups at some workplace in the future. Sometimes it sucks to have such a strong conscience.
ARGH. I think too much don't I?
Monday, March 24, 2008
Poser
I was sitting at the intersection this morning waiting for our turn to go. The car in front of me was a white Toyota Prius. The first thing I noticed was that the driver was holding a cigarette out the window. I promptly hit the recirculate button on my panel to prevent any second hand smoke from leeching into my car.
As we sat there, I couldn't help think about how weird it is to see a "green" car occupied by someone who feels they need to have a smoke at 8am in the morning. The car also appeared to have a cross hanging from the rear view mirror.
When the light changed to green, the driver took a few puffs of the cigarette and then proceeded to flick it onto the road. Simply put, I was really disgusted. I know the stereotype of the environment-loving hybrid owner does not always hold true, but at the moment, I wished I could revoke that person's certificate of ownership.
Why bother driving a vehicle that is good for the environment if you're going to pollute the planet by littering? (If you're curious about how bad butts are, see this.) Now, I figure this person either bought the car because: a) his company offered a big rebate to buy the car, b) they wanted to be able to drive in the carpool lane, c) they wanted to look cool. Clearly, this has nothing to do with them caring about anything other than themselves.
(Okay, I'm probably being overly dramatic, but it was just such a frustrating thing to see.)
As we sat there, I couldn't help think about how weird it is to see a "green" car occupied by someone who feels they need to have a smoke at 8am in the morning. The car also appeared to have a cross hanging from the rear view mirror.
When the light changed to green, the driver took a few puffs of the cigarette and then proceeded to flick it onto the road. Simply put, I was really disgusted. I know the stereotype of the environment-loving hybrid owner does not always hold true, but at the moment, I wished I could revoke that person's certificate of ownership.
Why bother driving a vehicle that is good for the environment if you're going to pollute the planet by littering? (If you're curious about how bad butts are, see this.) Now, I figure this person either bought the car because: a) his company offered a big rebate to buy the car, b) they wanted to be able to drive in the carpool lane, c) they wanted to look cool. Clearly, this has nothing to do with them caring about anything other than themselves.
(Okay, I'm probably being overly dramatic, but it was just such a frustrating thing to see.)
Friday, March 21, 2008
The One That Got Away
All the stress of the past week has rendered me ill today. It would seem that a weekend of 4-5 hours of sleep each night, followed by a week of worrying and non-stop second guessing about wedding sites and job options took its toll on my system. I have been getting low-grade headaches every day this week. I attributed it to starting at my computer screen too much hunting for wedding stuff. The stress also caused my appetite to drop by half which probably hasn't helped (though it's been nice to see a couples fall off the scale).
Around 4am this morning I woke up feeling very hot under the bed covers. That seemed kind of odd given that the last weather forecast predicted a cold night. I actually sensed myself sweating slightly. As I lay there, I also realized that my head hurt. Putting the two together I reasoned that I might have a fever. I reached into the nightstand drawer and tucked the thermometer under my tongue. Three minutes later, the thermometer read 101 F. So I got myself a glass of water, an aspirin, and went back to sleep.
When I awoke at 7:30am, I took my temperature again to find that I was back to a perfect 98.6 F. Wisely, I decided to call my doctor's office for a quick checkup. She was concerned with my reddened nostrils and throat, but fortunately it is not strep.
This was all a minor inconvenience considering my anxiety over finding out at 11am whether we could get the ceremony site we wanted. No one seemed to believe my worry was justified. What are the chances someone would come in and take the place in 24 hours? It's a beautiful location but limited by it's small size and early closure time.
I called the restaurant manager and confirmed that we could move the dinner. Then, with excitement, I called the guild to take the next step on the reservation. The worst news in the world was revealed to me. The other couple that had considered the site a couple weeks ago had come this morning and submitted their reservation check. Heartbreak! Just a matter of an hour determined who got the place.
I could have simply taken the chance yesterday and written the same check and taken it. It was a lot of money, however, and neither Tim nor I were totally comfortable potentially throwing away the money. Still we were sad, I even found myself tearing up because we had come so close. There's no way we could have known when I started looking last week.
The event coordinator was sympathetic. She said that if we wanted a morning ceremony she could offer us a discount. Tim and I, however, both agreed that even a 1pm start would be too impractical given that people would be forced to eat lunch early or late. Plus, the sun exposure could make for some harsh photos. I called her back to thank her and decline the offer. I told her that in the end, someone was going to be sad to lose the place be it us or the other couple. I hope they appreciate what they have.
So it's back to the original plan we worked out. This location isn't bad either. It will be green and quite a peaceful outdoor setting. It's just that the guild has both the garden beauty and the architectural charm that I had wanted. (It also has a small indoor area that is a good backup in case of rain.)
Tim's willing to put off the wedding until next year if we both really want the first choice, but I can't imagine waiting until next March. We're not 25. We've had our fun being single and I'd like us to be able to move forward. Besides, my brain is just too tired to want to think or consider more options beyond the massive list I've already screened. I just want to rest and enjoy being engaged for awhile.
So the application and check goes out today for the alternate. Now, we have a ceremony, dinner, and photographer lined up. It's great to have a date we can tell people. Now I have to work on hotel rooms, invitations, and THE dress! I can't wait for the cake part... yum.
Around 4am this morning I woke up feeling very hot under the bed covers. That seemed kind of odd given that the last weather forecast predicted a cold night. I actually sensed myself sweating slightly. As I lay there, I also realized that my head hurt. Putting the two together I reasoned that I might have a fever. I reached into the nightstand drawer and tucked the thermometer under my tongue. Three minutes later, the thermometer read 101 F. So I got myself a glass of water, an aspirin, and went back to sleep.
When I awoke at 7:30am, I took my temperature again to find that I was back to a perfect 98.6 F. Wisely, I decided to call my doctor's office for a quick checkup. She was concerned with my reddened nostrils and throat, but fortunately it is not strep.
This was all a minor inconvenience considering my anxiety over finding out at 11am whether we could get the ceremony site we wanted. No one seemed to believe my worry was justified. What are the chances someone would come in and take the place in 24 hours? It's a beautiful location but limited by it's small size and early closure time.
I called the restaurant manager and confirmed that we could move the dinner. Then, with excitement, I called the guild to take the next step on the reservation. The worst news in the world was revealed to me. The other couple that had considered the site a couple weeks ago had come this morning and submitted their reservation check. Heartbreak! Just a matter of an hour determined who got the place.I could have simply taken the chance yesterday and written the same check and taken it. It was a lot of money, however, and neither Tim nor I were totally comfortable potentially throwing away the money. Still we were sad, I even found myself tearing up because we had come so close. There's no way we could have known when I started looking last week.
The event coordinator was sympathetic. She said that if we wanted a morning ceremony she could offer us a discount. Tim and I, however, both agreed that even a 1pm start would be too impractical given that people would be forced to eat lunch early or late. Plus, the sun exposure could make for some harsh photos. I called her back to thank her and decline the offer. I told her that in the end, someone was going to be sad to lose the place be it us or the other couple. I hope they appreciate what they have.
So it's back to the original plan we worked out. This location isn't bad either. It will be green and quite a peaceful outdoor setting. It's just that the guild has both the garden beauty and the architectural charm that I had wanted. (It also has a small indoor area that is a good backup in case of rain.)Tim's willing to put off the wedding until next year if we both really want the first choice, but I can't imagine waiting until next March. We're not 25. We've had our fun being single and I'd like us to be able to move forward. Besides, my brain is just too tired to want to think or consider more options beyond the massive list I've already screened. I just want to rest and enjoy being engaged for awhile.
So the application and check goes out today for the alternate. Now, we have a ceremony, dinner, and photographer lined up. It's great to have a date we can tell people. Now I have to work on hotel rooms, invitations, and THE dress! I can't wait for the cake part... yum.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Two Cents
Don't get me wrong, I'm really thankful for all the good news that has graced my world in the past couple weeks. I'm now happily engaged and have a company that would like to hire me.
Still it's really frustrating because there are SO many variables and so little time. For example, I started interviewing for two jobs in January. Both managers implied they needed someone ASAP. Now, it's nearing the end of March and only one has made me an offer. When I called the 2nd company back, she wanted to chat with me for a 3rd time. After explaining my situation but expressing my interest in being able to consider them, she couldn't extend me an offer. She explained that they felt they were still early in the hiring process although I certainly has a friendly personality that would fit well with the company. It's been two months... how long are they expecting this to take?
Oh well, so I will be accepting the other job offer. Really, it's a job that I'm excited about, just not the commute part. I'll be going from using one tank of gas per two weeks to probably more than one tank per week. Ouch! It also means much more time away from home. That's something I haven't had to deal with for more than two years. I'm spoiled, I admit it. There are also some other extenuating issues that I have not been able to negotiate to my satisfaction, but I'll have to live with losing those perks.
Meanwhile, the wedding drama continues. Just when I thought Tim and I agreed on everything, we found a place we liked even better. They are both beautiful sites. Though when I asked Tim, he said, "on a 10-point scale the guild is a 9 and the tribute is a 4." I didn't think they were THAT dramatically different, but it's nice to see that something impacted him.
Now, we're trying to rearrange to get this place. It means losing our preferred photographer and shelling out a couple thousand more, but we'll both be happy. The drama is that I can't talk to the dinner manager because it's his day off. I have to wait until tomorrow. In the meantime, there is another couple looking at the ceremony site. If they choose to submit an application AND payment before I can get there tomorrow, we're out of luck! ARGH!
Then there's this dreaded feeling inside that I might be encroaching upon Chi's wedding. I haven't talked to her in over one month. She was just beginning the wedding site selection process when I left for New Zealand. Imagine the horror if we chose the same date, or the unthinkable, the same location! I see her Sunday and I pray that we're not on the same wedding wavelength.
Still it's really frustrating because there are SO many variables and so little time. For example, I started interviewing for two jobs in January. Both managers implied they needed someone ASAP. Now, it's nearing the end of March and only one has made me an offer. When I called the 2nd company back, she wanted to chat with me for a 3rd time. After explaining my situation but expressing my interest in being able to consider them, she couldn't extend me an offer. She explained that they felt they were still early in the hiring process although I certainly has a friendly personality that would fit well with the company. It's been two months... how long are they expecting this to take?
Oh well, so I will be accepting the other job offer. Really, it's a job that I'm excited about, just not the commute part. I'll be going from using one tank of gas per two weeks to probably more than one tank per week. Ouch! It also means much more time away from home. That's something I haven't had to deal with for more than two years. I'm spoiled, I admit it. There are also some other extenuating issues that I have not been able to negotiate to my satisfaction, but I'll have to live with losing those perks.
Meanwhile, the wedding drama continues. Just when I thought Tim and I agreed on everything, we found a place we liked even better. They are both beautiful sites. Though when I asked Tim, he said, "on a 10-point scale the guild is a 9 and the tribute is a 4." I didn't think they were THAT dramatically different, but it's nice to see that something impacted him.
Now, we're trying to rearrange to get this place. It means losing our preferred photographer and shelling out a couple thousand more, but we'll both be happy. The drama is that I can't talk to the dinner manager because it's his day off. I have to wait until tomorrow. In the meantime, there is another couple looking at the ceremony site. If they choose to submit an application AND payment before I can get there tomorrow, we're out of luck! ARGH!
Then there's this dreaded feeling inside that I might be encroaching upon Chi's wedding. I haven't talked to her in over one month. She was just beginning the wedding site selection process when I left for New Zealand. Imagine the horror if we chose the same date, or the unthinkable, the same location! I see her Sunday and I pray that we're not on the same wedding wavelength.
Extreme adventure
So Tim and I are back from vacation. If you ask him, he'll say it's the absolute best vacation he's ever had. I do have to credit him with adding things to our itinerary that I never would have thought of doing. He'll also tell you, "you should go to New Zealand."
Anyone of any age can go there and find something wonderful to do. If I were younger, I certainly would have spent more time doing adventure sports. If I had kids, renting a camper and driving from park to park would have been fun. If I were older like my parents, visiting wine country, wildlife viewing and hot springs would have been fabulous.
We did a combination of these things. I can now say that I've been canyoning, black water rafting (which is really spelunking), jet boating, tramping (i.e. backpacking), hiking on a glacier, and... (drum roll please) bungy jumping! While I love adventure, I must admit I may not have thought of these things if it hadn't been for Tim's enthusiasm. We both desperately want to do more canyoning, but it's hard to find around here.
Of course, there are plenty of things we didn't have time to do - sledging, canyon swing, parasailing, sky diving (not sure how enthusiastic I am about this), helicopter tour, river boarding, mountain biking, and fly by wire. Just the thought makes me excited and tired. The dollars can definitely rack up but it's something I feel is worth trying once in your life.
On the mellow side, we did plenty of sight seeing. There was a Chinese Lantern Festival happening just when we arrived. It was fun to walk amongst thousands of locals and view the lanterns lit up at night. Being relatively close to Asia, there were plenty of food stands offering a wide variety of eats.
Down south, we did some animal sight seeing. The yellow penguins are a cute but odd breed of penguins. Unlike other penguins we learn about, these are solitary creatures who don't flock together. We also viewed a colony of albatross and cruised in a bay to see a rare breed of dolphins.
Did I mention we ate wild foods - grubs, worms, crickets, whitebait and more? I can't say I'd recommend too many of the offbeat items. Even horse burgers didn't really agree with me. The cricket was really just crunchy with no taste other than the satay sauce. We highly recommend the whitebait sandwiches.
If you're thinking, "gosh, she's taking awhile to post details about her vacation," I have good reason. From the start of the vacation, Tim was trying to figure out a good day to propose! Except for the days we were in wetsuits, he was always carrying around my beautiful engagement ring.
In Fiordland, there are areas that were carved out by glaciers to form beautiful water inlets. We took a cruise in one of these areas. The day started out rather wet and overcast, but on the return trip to the docks, the sun came out. The waterfalls along the mountains provided spray that created beautiful rainbows. As we left the boat, Tim spotted a viewpoint and wanted to take pictures. After a couple shots, he held me in his arms, kissed me very lovingly, told me he loves me, and asked me to marry him.
For a split second, I thought he was joking since he's commented like this before without being totally serious. But somehow I knew this was different, still it wasn't totally what I expected and my tongue started to formulate a question as I spotted a ring out of the corner of my eye.
"Are you going to get down on your knee?" I asked. (My friends all laugh at this.) So Tim back up a few steps, kneeled down, and said, "Now, will you marry me."
And then, I said, "yes." We're very happy.
It's been a bit crazy from the minute I returned. In my mind, I realized that we either had to rush to beat the rainy season, get married indoors, or wait until NEXT spring. Tim is pretty laid back about the timing. He thinks that if we take more time, I'll be less stressed. I don't think he quite understands that the longer it goes on, the longer I'll have to stress, fuss, and anguish over every little detail.
I think we're both surprised that in just ONE WEEK, I've managed to find a place for the ceremony and reception that we both can be happy with without breaking the bank. There are a couple wonderful hotels that we'd both love to use, but the $10,000+ more it would cost seems unjustifiable compared to saving the money for a house. We'll hopefully have confirmation by next week. This is another fine example of how, when I put my mind to it, I can accomplish things fast!
At the same time, many friends are telling me to remember to take time to just enjoy being engaged. I do hope to do that here are there. We have already gone through some minor tiffs. I told Tim that if he can stand me through this whole process, then we'll be good for many years to come.
It's kind of weird to have so much going on all at once. Meanwhile, I'm negotiating a job offer. If I do start a new job, I definitely like to get some wedding planning done so I can focus on learning the new job and not look like a total flake.
Now get out there and go to New Zealand!
Anyone of any age can go there and find something wonderful to do. If I were younger, I certainly would have spent more time doing adventure sports. If I had kids, renting a camper and driving from park to park would have been fun. If I were older like my parents, visiting wine country, wildlife viewing and hot springs would have been fabulous.We did a combination of these things. I can now say that I've been canyoning, black water rafting (which is really spelunking), jet boating, tramping (i.e. backpacking), hiking on a glacier, and... (drum roll please) bungy jumping! While I love adventure, I must admit I may not have thought of these things if it hadn't been for Tim's enthusiasm. We both desperately want to do more canyoning, but it's hard to find around here.
Of course, there are plenty of things we didn't have time to do - sledging, canyon swing, parasailing, sky diving (not sure how enthusiastic I am about this), helicopter tour, river boarding, mountain biking, and fly by wire. Just the thought makes me excited and tired. The dollars can definitely rack up but it's something I feel is worth trying once in your life.
On the mellow side, we did plenty of sight seeing. There was a Chinese Lantern Festival happening just when we arrived. It was fun to walk amongst thousands of locals and view the lanterns lit up at night. Being relatively close to Asia, there were plenty of food stands offering a wide variety of eats.Down south, we did some animal sight seeing. The yellow penguins are a cute but odd breed of penguins. Unlike other penguins we learn about, these are solitary creatures who don't flock together. We also viewed a colony of albatross and cruised in a bay to see a rare breed of dolphins.
Did I mention we ate wild foods - grubs, worms, crickets, whitebait and more? I can't say I'd recommend too many of the offbeat items. Even horse burgers didn't really agree with me. The cricket was really just crunchy with no taste other than the satay sauce. We highly recommend the whitebait sandwiches.If you're thinking, "gosh, she's taking awhile to post details about her vacation," I have good reason. From the start of the vacation, Tim was trying to figure out a good day to propose! Except for the days we were in wetsuits, he was always carrying around my beautiful engagement ring.
In Fiordland, there are areas that were carved out by glaciers to form beautiful water inlets. We took a cruise in one of these areas. The day started out rather wet and overcast, but on the return trip to the docks, the sun came out. The waterfalls along the mountains provided spray that created beautiful rainbows. As we left the boat, Tim spotted a viewpoint and wanted to take pictures. After a couple shots, he held me in his arms, kissed me very lovingly, told me he loves me, and asked me to marry him.
For a split second, I thought he was joking since he's commented like this before without being totally serious. But somehow I knew this was different, still it wasn't totally what I expected and my tongue started to formulate a question as I spotted a ring out of the corner of my eye.
"Are you going to get down on your knee?" I asked. (My friends all laugh at this.) So Tim back up a few steps, kneeled down, and said, "Now, will you marry me."
And then, I said, "yes." We're very happy.
It's been a bit crazy from the minute I returned. In my mind, I realized that we either had to rush to beat the rainy season, get married indoors, or wait until NEXT spring. Tim is pretty laid back about the timing. He thinks that if we take more time, I'll be less stressed. I don't think he quite understands that the longer it goes on, the longer I'll have to stress, fuss, and anguish over every little detail.
I think we're both surprised that in just ONE WEEK, I've managed to find a place for the ceremony and reception that we both can be happy with without breaking the bank. There are a couple wonderful hotels that we'd both love to use, but the $10,000+ more it would cost seems unjustifiable compared to saving the money for a house. We'll hopefully have confirmation by next week. This is another fine example of how, when I put my mind to it, I can accomplish things fast!
At the same time, many friends are telling me to remember to take time to just enjoy being engaged. I do hope to do that here are there. We have already gone through some minor tiffs. I told Tim that if he can stand me through this whole process, then we'll be good for many years to come.
It's kind of weird to have so much going on all at once. Meanwhile, I'm negotiating a job offer. If I do start a new job, I definitely like to get some wedding planning done so I can focus on learning the new job and not look like a total flake.
Now get out there and go to New Zealand!
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Change of direction
I was going to write tonight and tell you all about my fabulous trip with Tim. We had a great adventure, probably one to the best trips I've ever had.
But, I have to stop tonight to think about something else that's on my mind. When I came to work this morning, I learned that my co-worker, Hen, will be out the rest of the week because her father-in-law passed away on Friday. He had gone in for surgery and died in recovery. Only one daughter made it to the hospital before he was pronounced dead. He had a miracle recover from cancer just before Xmas. It would seem his body exerted so much will to live during the cancer that it didn't have enough strength to recover losing a lung.
On top of that, I just learned minutes ago, that a dear friend's father has passed. She's been out in Boston for weeks watching over him at the hospital. She's been sleeping at the hospital and showering at a friend's house for more than two weeks. They thought the worst was over just as we left for vacation. Now, I feel absolutely devastated. Two deaths in one week is... horrible.
Knowing two men with loving families had to die so soon is heart breaking. They were each part of close families. The core of the family is now gone. What happens to the wife? What do you do when you're left alone after 30, 40 years of marriage? Plus, my friend's mom lost her sister not more than one month ago. Damn.
It makes me realize how fragile life is and how much I love my parents. It easy to take for granted that they will be there. Since they live out of town, I don't see them often and the changes to their bodies is all the more apparent every time I visit. We are not invincible at any age, just maybe a little more durable when we're younger.
I'm heartbroken for my friend because she is still single. I'd like to believe that most of us dream of walking down the aisle arm in arm with our fathers. I had always dreamed of having my grandmother present for my wedding and seeing her so happy. That hope was taken away from me several years ago. I could never imagine not having a parent there on that special day (and hope that I don't have to experience that).
Hen's father-in-law had organized every detail of his death during his one year plus of cancer. They have a script, they need not think just morn. In my friend's case, it's that much more difficult because this was unexpected. He was a healthy man when he came down with this sudden illness. Now, they must scramble to make funeral decision in what must be an altered state of mind. My heart goes out to her. I wish there was something more I could do than send a card.
But, I have to stop tonight to think about something else that's on my mind. When I came to work this morning, I learned that my co-worker, Hen, will be out the rest of the week because her father-in-law passed away on Friday. He had gone in for surgery and died in recovery. Only one daughter made it to the hospital before he was pronounced dead. He had a miracle recover from cancer just before Xmas. It would seem his body exerted so much will to live during the cancer that it didn't have enough strength to recover losing a lung.
On top of that, I just learned minutes ago, that a dear friend's father has passed. She's been out in Boston for weeks watching over him at the hospital. She's been sleeping at the hospital and showering at a friend's house for more than two weeks. They thought the worst was over just as we left for vacation. Now, I feel absolutely devastated. Two deaths in one week is... horrible.
Knowing two men with loving families had to die so soon is heart breaking. They were each part of close families. The core of the family is now gone. What happens to the wife? What do you do when you're left alone after 30, 40 years of marriage? Plus, my friend's mom lost her sister not more than one month ago. Damn.
It makes me realize how fragile life is and how much I love my parents. It easy to take for granted that they will be there. Since they live out of town, I don't see them often and the changes to their bodies is all the more apparent every time I visit. We are not invincible at any age, just maybe a little more durable when we're younger.
I'm heartbroken for my friend because she is still single. I'd like to believe that most of us dream of walking down the aisle arm in arm with our fathers. I had always dreamed of having my grandmother present for my wedding and seeing her so happy. That hope was taken away from me several years ago. I could never imagine not having a parent there on that special day (and hope that I don't have to experience that).
Hen's father-in-law had organized every detail of his death during his one year plus of cancer. They have a script, they need not think just morn. In my friend's case, it's that much more difficult because this was unexpected. He was a healthy man when he came down with this sudden illness. Now, they must scramble to make funeral decision in what must be an altered state of mind. My heart goes out to her. I wish there was something more I could do than send a card.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Right turns
In prepartion for my upcoming vacation, I ordered a sport skirt online. I figure since I'll be going to a place where the temperature is averaging 22C to 26C that I can enjoy wearing a few skirts and allow my pale legs to get some sun.
Alas, I ordered on Saturday morning so the package was not processed until Monday afternoon. I had hoped I stood a chance of it arriving on Friday since UPS has 3-6 day shipping.
I've been anxiously checking the shipping status every day. And today, I was really annoyed and perplexed at the route my package has taken. It start in Chattanooga on Monday and arrive in Knoxville early the next morning. It sat at the location for 24 hours before being sent to Nashville. Why did it have to sit around for an entire day? Today, it left Nashville for some unknown destination.
What perplexes me is my discovery of the route. If you look at a map of Tennessee, you'll see that the three cities and connecting freeways form a triangle with Chattanooga at the bottom, Knoxville off to the right, and Nashville at the top left. So... if there's a highway that connects Chattanooga to Nashville, why did my package have to spend two days to travel 291 miles via Knoxville when it would have been in Nashville on Tuesday after driving only 134 miles?
Is this part of that new policy about only making right turns? A union thing?
Sigh... I guess that skirt will just have to wait until the summer to see daylight. No matter, I'm going on vacation with Tim and we're gonna have an awesome time!
Alas, I ordered on Saturday morning so the package was not processed until Monday afternoon. I had hoped I stood a chance of it arriving on Friday since UPS has 3-6 day shipping.
I've been anxiously checking the shipping status every day. And today, I was really annoyed and perplexed at the route my package has taken. It start in Chattanooga on Monday and arrive in Knoxville early the next morning. It sat at the location for 24 hours before being sent to Nashville. Why did it have to sit around for an entire day? Today, it left Nashville for some unknown destination.
What perplexes me is my discovery of the route. If you look at a map of Tennessee, you'll see that the three cities and connecting freeways form a triangle with Chattanooga at the bottom, Knoxville off to the right, and Nashville at the top left. So... if there's a highway that connects Chattanooga to Nashville, why did my package have to spend two days to travel 291 miles via Knoxville when it would have been in Nashville on Tuesday after driving only 134 miles?
Is this part of that new policy about only making right turns? A union thing?
Sigh... I guess that skirt will just have to wait until the summer to see daylight. No matter, I'm going on vacation with Tim and we're gonna have an awesome time!
Monday, February 18, 2008
The life of food
The recent beef recall combined with learning about the industry through books such as "Omnivore's Dilemma" make a visit to the meat counter all the more bizarre.
At any time, you'll find chicken and pork products frozen in my refrigerator. For whatever reason I rarely cook beef. That's not to say that I don't eat it. I will order beef for lunch if there are fajitas or burgers. It's certainly nice to order a plate of stir-fry beef when I eat Chinese food. Most of the time, however, I eat chicken.
I really do wonder how this recall and news footage will affect people's eating habits. Sadly, I don't think people will think about this the right way. People will think they're more safe avoiding beef products when the truth is that any meat product could be questionably raised and processed. Do people actually think the 3lb. tray of pork or chicken they buy at Costco is that much safer? Pigs probably sit in just as much filth as cows. Chickens are locked inside huge coops for the six weeks they are grown. All animals (minus truly hand-raised, organic) for consumption are injected with all sorts of antibiotics and growth or vitamin supplements. Out of sight, out of mind... . Sorry if you're eating as you read this, but it makes you think about how little we question what goes into out bodies.
I'm thinking about all this because I just spent the past few hours folding dumplings. My hands still smell of the raw pork that I mixed and dolloped into wonton and potsticker wraps. A couple times during the year, I buy a couple pounds of pork along with various ingredients, mix them together, and stock my freezer with bags of freshly made dumplings. It's more work than buying a bag from the store, but at least I know what goes into them. By having both wontons and potstickers, I can choose between soup or frying. And I love being able to come home and have something to cook up when I'm lazy or have a craving for them. They last me a couple months since I only eat them once per week. Wonton soup today was perfect with the cooler weather returning.
At any time, you'll find chicken and pork products frozen in my refrigerator. For whatever reason I rarely cook beef. That's not to say that I don't eat it. I will order beef for lunch if there are fajitas or burgers. It's certainly nice to order a plate of stir-fry beef when I eat Chinese food. Most of the time, however, I eat chicken.
I really do wonder how this recall and news footage will affect people's eating habits. Sadly, I don't think people will think about this the right way. People will think they're more safe avoiding beef products when the truth is that any meat product could be questionably raised and processed. Do people actually think the 3lb. tray of pork or chicken they buy at Costco is that much safer? Pigs probably sit in just as much filth as cows. Chickens are locked inside huge coops for the six weeks they are grown. All animals (minus truly hand-raised, organic) for consumption are injected with all sorts of antibiotics and growth or vitamin supplements. Out of sight, out of mind... . Sorry if you're eating as you read this, but it makes you think about how little we question what goes into out bodies.
I'm thinking about all this because I just spent the past few hours folding dumplings. My hands still smell of the raw pork that I mixed and dolloped into wonton and potsticker wraps. A couple times during the year, I buy a couple pounds of pork along with various ingredients, mix them together, and stock my freezer with bags of freshly made dumplings. It's more work than buying a bag from the store, but at least I know what goes into them. By having both wontons and potstickers, I can choose between soup or frying. And I love being able to come home and have something to cook up when I'm lazy or have a craving for them. They last me a couple months since I only eat them once per week. Wonton soup today was perfect with the cooler weather returning.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Family away from home
It's been a month of many family gatherings. For years, I was the only one in the area. A cousin relocated here several years ago. We see each other when we can but she's 30 miles away and always expects me to visit her neighborhood. Then, all of a sudden, my brother and a cousin moved here a little over a year ago.
I have to say it's really nice to have family around. We can complain about the crazy things our parents say and request of us. There is the girl my mother wants me to set up with my cousin. I vehemently refuse to get involved; he is thankful that I'm standing my ground; she is upset with me. He also must contend with his mother asking him to help set up our younger cousin if she comes here for grad school. Then, there are the impractical requests like my cousin loaning his winter coat to his younger brother via my brother's wife is she is going to be visiting her parents in the next couple of weeks. My cousin tried to explain to his mother that it would be easier if he just bought a coat. Oh the efforts we put in for blood.
A group of us met for dinner on Chinese New Year's Eve. It included Tim and Ricer's (my sister-in-law) sister. Having a mix of family is really nice. For me, it's important that Tim feel that he's included. I also think it's a good way to start learning some of the dynamics of my family as I don't think he's as involved with his.
On Saturday, another cousin was coming through on his way to China. None of us had seen him in at least a couple years. As a child, he was always the black sheep of the family due to his parents' terrible tempers and his carefree attitude. This dinner was only cousins plus Ricer.
First we met at my place for a little recreational fun, otherwise known as Rock Band for Playstation. In my cramped living room, five of us switched off playing guitar, drums or singing. Out-of-town cousin had never seen this before and got more excited about it after we had him take a turn in each role. The pictures of our family band are great. I love that even as "adults" we can have fun together.
I rode with him in the car to the restaurant. He talked about how he's really started thinking about more serious issues the past year. He's realized that he needs to start thinking about saving money, taking care of his parents, and determining what he wants in a future wife. It's taken him a long time to come around compared to the rest of us, but I'd like to believe that he's finally coming around. It's good to know that his relationships are improving.
Much of the dinner turned into a therapy session for a couple cousins who ranted story after story about the psychological pressures put upon us by our parents. Our eldest cousin is probably the least adjusted and will probably never escape his own insecurities. It is great to have such family bonds and be able to talk to each other.
If there was one reason I wish my life could have been different, it would be so that I could have the time and resources to have more children. I love that I have so much extended family and wish that my future kids could have that same, rich experience. Alas, they will only have a couple real cousins. Realistically, I know we cousins will drift to some extent as we marry and move to different places. I hope that somehow I can maintain the energy to keep everyone connected.
I have to say it's really nice to have family around. We can complain about the crazy things our parents say and request of us. There is the girl my mother wants me to set up with my cousin. I vehemently refuse to get involved; he is thankful that I'm standing my ground; she is upset with me. He also must contend with his mother asking him to help set up our younger cousin if she comes here for grad school. Then, there are the impractical requests like my cousin loaning his winter coat to his younger brother via my brother's wife is she is going to be visiting her parents in the next couple of weeks. My cousin tried to explain to his mother that it would be easier if he just bought a coat. Oh the efforts we put in for blood.
A group of us met for dinner on Chinese New Year's Eve. It included Tim and Ricer's (my sister-in-law) sister. Having a mix of family is really nice. For me, it's important that Tim feel that he's included. I also think it's a good way to start learning some of the dynamics of my family as I don't think he's as involved with his.
On Saturday, another cousin was coming through on his way to China. None of us had seen him in at least a couple years. As a child, he was always the black sheep of the family due to his parents' terrible tempers and his carefree attitude. This dinner was only cousins plus Ricer.
First we met at my place for a little recreational fun, otherwise known as Rock Band for Playstation. In my cramped living room, five of us switched off playing guitar, drums or singing. Out-of-town cousin had never seen this before and got more excited about it after we had him take a turn in each role. The pictures of our family band are great. I love that even as "adults" we can have fun together.
I rode with him in the car to the restaurant. He talked about how he's really started thinking about more serious issues the past year. He's realized that he needs to start thinking about saving money, taking care of his parents, and determining what he wants in a future wife. It's taken him a long time to come around compared to the rest of us, but I'd like to believe that he's finally coming around. It's good to know that his relationships are improving.
Much of the dinner turned into a therapy session for a couple cousins who ranted story after story about the psychological pressures put upon us by our parents. Our eldest cousin is probably the least adjusted and will probably never escape his own insecurities. It is great to have such family bonds and be able to talk to each other.
If there was one reason I wish my life could have been different, it would be so that I could have the time and resources to have more children. I love that I have so much extended family and wish that my future kids could have that same, rich experience. Alas, they will only have a couple real cousins. Realistically, I know we cousins will drift to some extent as we marry and move to different places. I hope that somehow I can maintain the energy to keep everyone connected.
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
When is a date a date?
Lately, Tim and I have been talking about a lot of things including someday buying a house, engagement rings, and how cute the kids will look if they take after me (all his commentary). All in all, we're having a great time together and thinking about the future.
The other night, I was watching the episode of Gilmore Girls where Dean surprises Rory with a three-month anniversary celebration. Tim had just come over, so I couldn't help half joke, "how come we never celebrate anniversaries like that? When is our anniversary?"
He could only shrug his shoulders. It's a topic we've discussed once or twice. The fact of the matter is, neither of us could tell you a date that we'd consider to be our anniversary. For one thing, since we've dated twice, do you count the first time around or do you start anew with the second time?
Fortunately, both dating sequences begin in June so we can at least agree on that. Tim, being the romantic and sweet guy he is, thinks back to our first date. Sadly, his computer crashed last year, so he lost all of our e-mail exchanges that he'd saved over the years.
So this morning I dug up what I could find in my e-mail account. I sent him what appears to be the e-mail from the day after the date. But when I asked Tim if this helped, he told me he was expecting an e-mail mentioning the time we met up for coffee after the group cruise (where he formed the interest to ask me out).
He says he considers this to be our first date? We agreed to meet, by e-mail, to settle accounts from the trip. How in the world would he count this as a date? He didn't even pay for my coffee. I know he had intended to, but I ordered first and he didn't stop me from paying. Shouldn't both people *know* it's a date to be considered a date?
It was during this coffee meeting that he asked if I would go to a movie with him. That's what I consider to be our first date.
We're only a few days off from each other so I suppose it doesn't matter a whole lot. Plus, Tim says it won't matter because the only thing he plans to pay attention to is the wedding anniversary. I kind of wish for now we could at least celebrate something... . Other than that, we're doing well.
The other night, I was watching the episode of Gilmore Girls where Dean surprises Rory with a three-month anniversary celebration. Tim had just come over, so I couldn't help half joke, "how come we never celebrate anniversaries like that? When is our anniversary?"
He could only shrug his shoulders. It's a topic we've discussed once or twice. The fact of the matter is, neither of us could tell you a date that we'd consider to be our anniversary. For one thing, since we've dated twice, do you count the first time around or do you start anew with the second time?
Fortunately, both dating sequences begin in June so we can at least agree on that. Tim, being the romantic and sweet guy he is, thinks back to our first date. Sadly, his computer crashed last year, so he lost all of our e-mail exchanges that he'd saved over the years.
So this morning I dug up what I could find in my e-mail account. I sent him what appears to be the e-mail from the day after the date. But when I asked Tim if this helped, he told me he was expecting an e-mail mentioning the time we met up for coffee after the group cruise (where he formed the interest to ask me out).
He says he considers this to be our first date? We agreed to meet, by e-mail, to settle accounts from the trip. How in the world would he count this as a date? He didn't even pay for my coffee. I know he had intended to, but I ordered first and he didn't stop me from paying. Shouldn't both people *know* it's a date to be considered a date?
It was during this coffee meeting that he asked if I would go to a movie with him. That's what I consider to be our first date.
We're only a few days off from each other so I suppose it doesn't matter a whole lot. Plus, Tim says it won't matter because the only thing he plans to pay attention to is the wedding anniversary. I kind of wish for now we could at least celebrate something... . Other than that, we're doing well.
Saturday, February 02, 2008
Heaven on PBS
I noticed this a couple weeks ago but didn't realize until now that Masterpiece Theatre seems to be celebrating Jane Austen. It also appears there'll be a fictionalization of Ms. Austen's life which intrigues me.
One story that I have yet to see any version of is Northanger Abbey. Unfortunately, I was only able to see half of it. I look forward to a repeat at some point (fingers crossed). I was surprised to see the there is a version of "Emma" starring Kate Beckinsdale. For fans of Colin Firth, they will be showcasing the 1995 BBC version of "Pride and Prejudice." I already own the two disc set, but there's always time to watch a little Jane Austen on PBS! Ah, indulgence... .
Maybe I should dust off the old paperbacks for my upcoming trip.
One story that I have yet to see any version of is Northanger Abbey. Unfortunately, I was only able to see half of it. I look forward to a repeat at some point (fingers crossed). I was surprised to see the there is a version of "Emma" starring Kate Beckinsdale. For fans of Colin Firth, they will be showcasing the 1995 BBC version of "Pride and Prejudice." I already own the two disc set, but there's always time to watch a little Jane Austen on PBS! Ah, indulgence... .
Maybe I should dust off the old paperbacks for my upcoming trip.
Monday, January 28, 2008
I want to work here
I'd like to know more about the people who run this company. Kudos to them for coming up with such great time off!
Man, this would have been a nice thing many years ago. Of course, with the way I handle very traumatic breakups, I'd need one week off. Then again, I think crying for a day or two would be fine but getting back to work would be better as it takes the mind off dwelling on negative and crazy thoughts.
The one thing I wonder is whether this reflects negatively in the eyes of the boss for taking such a day off? There are definitely some bosses who wouldn't be so sympathetic.
Japanese firm offers "heartache leave" for staff
Mon Jan 28, 2008 2:51pm GMT
TOKYO (Reuters) - Lovelorn staff at a Japanese marketing company can take paid time off after a bad break-up with a partner, with more "heartache leave" on offer as they get older.
Tokyo-based Hime & Company, which also gives staff paid time off to hit the shops during sales season, says heartache leave allows staff to cry themselves out and return to work refreshed. "Not everyone needs to take maternity leave but with heartbreak, everyone needs time off, just like when you get sick," CEO Miki Hiradate, whose company of six women markets cosmetics and other goods targeted for women, told Reuters by telephone.
Staff aged 24 years or younger can take one day off per year, while those between 25 and 29 can take two days off and those older can take three days off, the company said.
"Women in their 20s can find their next love quickly, but it's tougher for women in their 30s, and their break-ups tend to be more serious," Hiradate said.
Hime & Company staff can also take two mornings off twice a year as "sales shopping leave", so they can race to stores to hunt for bargains.
"Before, women could take half-days off to go to sales, but you'd have to hide your shopping bags in lockers by the train station," Hiradate said.
"But with paid leave, we don't have to feel guilty about bringing our shopping bags to work, and we can enjoy the best part about sales shopping -- talking about our purchases afterwards."
(Reporting by Chisa Fujioka)
Man, this would have been a nice thing many years ago. Of course, with the way I handle very traumatic breakups, I'd need one week off. Then again, I think crying for a day or two would be fine but getting back to work would be better as it takes the mind off dwelling on negative and crazy thoughts.
The one thing I wonder is whether this reflects negatively in the eyes of the boss for taking such a day off? There are definitely some bosses who wouldn't be so sympathetic.
Japanese firm offers "heartache leave" for staff
Mon Jan 28, 2008 2:51pm GMT
TOKYO (Reuters) - Lovelorn staff at a Japanese marketing company can take paid time off after a bad break-up with a partner, with more "heartache leave" on offer as they get older.
Tokyo-based Hime & Company, which also gives staff paid time off to hit the shops during sales season, says heartache leave allows staff to cry themselves out and return to work refreshed. "Not everyone needs to take maternity leave but with heartbreak, everyone needs time off, just like when you get sick," CEO Miki Hiradate, whose company of six women markets cosmetics and other goods targeted for women, told Reuters by telephone.
Staff aged 24 years or younger can take one day off per year, while those between 25 and 29 can take two days off and those older can take three days off, the company said.
"Women in their 20s can find their next love quickly, but it's tougher for women in their 30s, and their break-ups tend to be more serious," Hiradate said.
Hime & Company staff can also take two mornings off twice a year as "sales shopping leave", so they can race to stores to hunt for bargains.
"Before, women could take half-days off to go to sales, but you'd have to hide your shopping bags in lockers by the train station," Hiradate said.
"But with paid leave, we don't have to feel guilty about bringing our shopping bags to work, and we can enjoy the best part about sales shopping -- talking about our purchases afterwards."
(Reporting by Chisa Fujioka)
Sunday, January 27, 2008
3 for 4
It's a weird time here at work. Some people are leaving next month, others have up to six months, some people have to decide whether to move, some have to decide whether this is all worth it. Because of all the changes, responsibilities are all over the place. The fact is the company is telling us dates but not providing any information with which to make a decision on how to proceed.
Most of us are doing what we need to do to wrap things up. We're loyal to each other in that we want to make sure we help as much as possible to make the transition smooth. At the same time, it's hard to focus with the lack of leadership. I know it's impossible to not go through something like this a few times in one's working career, but I certainly hope to avoid experiencing this confusion and frustration for some years to come.
My situation is like a black hole - information goes in but nothing comes out. I expected to be out of here in a couple months but was officially told that I was to leave in six months. While it's always nice to know you're valued and needed, it doesn't make sense when management failed to give me a heads up or even ask what I wanted. Frankly, I don't have the sense they had any plan for how to use my time. Who's running the show here?
Over the past week, I've been open to exploring what they had to offer me. While it would have been interesting to work on this project, the downsides were bigger than the upsides. I'd gain some new work experience for my resume and remain employed for half a year. On the other hand, I'd have to continue working in an unstable environment and have to pass up potential jobs if they wanted me to start in the next few months or give up a substantial severance for leaving early. The idea of not having income coming in is scary, but I decided that I'd rather collect my severance and have the freedom to apply for jobs that pop up. I've made a request to have my departure date moved up, but I don't know whether they'll be able to change it for me.
The first week of January, I submitted my resume for three positions. One, I had no expectations of hearing back since my qualification are a stretch. Within 36 hours, I received a call on the second resume - wow. I had a quick screening interview with HR after which he said he'd speak with the hiring manager about setting up a phone interview.
The process went surprisingly fast. I went in and interviewed with seven people the following week. While I prepared for the interviews, I set low expectations. After all, I haven't interviewed for a job in over five year; I'm rusty. While I felt it went pretty well, the hiring manager made a comment which leads me to believe that I'm not going to be there first choice. After some initial icebreaking conversation, she said, "I believe there are things that people can be taught and there are skills that people must possess. I have no doubt that you have the skills [to perform the analytical tasks of the job], but I want to make sure you've fully [thought through the demands of the job]."
I was a little caught off guard by her comment. I appreciated her straight forwardness but was at a loss for how to interpret her opinion. I did my best to respond (though now my friend points out I was too honest about my weakness) and demonstrate that I was ready to step up to the challenge. Basically, the company is going through a transition where her department is trying to establish a presence and leadership position and the person coming into the position needs to have strong interpersonal skills. I admit that I could be better, but I'd like to think that I've learned over the years how to build relationships.
Afterwards, I did all the appropriate follow up. I sent thank you e-mails to everyone. I also had a brief conversation with the hiring manager regarding a few questions that developed from talking with everyone. She was very gracious in talking to me, but I'm not sure I took full advantage of the opportunity to sell myself as the best candidate. At the end I asked what the timing was on a decision. She let me know that they are waiting to fly someone in for interviews and would notify me either way sometime in the next couple weeks. For someone who initially indicated they were in a rush to fill the position, she's taking her time which leads me to believe I'm not the best candidate. We shall see.
The following week, I was excited to hear from the third place where I had submitted a resume. Again, I did a phone screening with HR. I was one of three candidates from the masses of resumes they received. Now I am hoping to hear back that the hiring manager wants to speak with me. That same week, I put my resume out for another posting and immediately heard back the next afternoon. The recruiter told me more about the position and asked me a couple questions regarding my skills and interests.
The past week has been quiet. I fear that I'm not the top choice for any of the jobs where I've interview. (sniff) There was this frantic flow of calls and now it feels like I'm drifting in space. I do hope I get some good news next week about a new interview.
What is a positive for me is knowing that I've done something right with my resume. It's nice to know that I'm 75% on getting bites for job postings.
Most of us are doing what we need to do to wrap things up. We're loyal to each other in that we want to make sure we help as much as possible to make the transition smooth. At the same time, it's hard to focus with the lack of leadership. I know it's impossible to not go through something like this a few times in one's working career, but I certainly hope to avoid experiencing this confusion and frustration for some years to come.
My situation is like a black hole - information goes in but nothing comes out. I expected to be out of here in a couple months but was officially told that I was to leave in six months. While it's always nice to know you're valued and needed, it doesn't make sense when management failed to give me a heads up or even ask what I wanted. Frankly, I don't have the sense they had any plan for how to use my time. Who's running the show here?
Over the past week, I've been open to exploring what they had to offer me. While it would have been interesting to work on this project, the downsides were bigger than the upsides. I'd gain some new work experience for my resume and remain employed for half a year. On the other hand, I'd have to continue working in an unstable environment and have to pass up potential jobs if they wanted me to start in the next few months or give up a substantial severance for leaving early. The idea of not having income coming in is scary, but I decided that I'd rather collect my severance and have the freedom to apply for jobs that pop up. I've made a request to have my departure date moved up, but I don't know whether they'll be able to change it for me.
The first week of January, I submitted my resume for three positions. One, I had no expectations of hearing back since my qualification are a stretch. Within 36 hours, I received a call on the second resume - wow. I had a quick screening interview with HR after which he said he'd speak with the hiring manager about setting up a phone interview.
The process went surprisingly fast. I went in and interviewed with seven people the following week. While I prepared for the interviews, I set low expectations. After all, I haven't interviewed for a job in over five year; I'm rusty. While I felt it went pretty well, the hiring manager made a comment which leads me to believe that I'm not going to be there first choice. After some initial icebreaking conversation, she said, "I believe there are things that people can be taught and there are skills that people must possess. I have no doubt that you have the skills [to perform the analytical tasks of the job], but I want to make sure you've fully [thought through the demands of the job]."
I was a little caught off guard by her comment. I appreciated her straight forwardness but was at a loss for how to interpret her opinion. I did my best to respond (though now my friend points out I was too honest about my weakness) and demonstrate that I was ready to step up to the challenge. Basically, the company is going through a transition where her department is trying to establish a presence and leadership position and the person coming into the position needs to have strong interpersonal skills. I admit that I could be better, but I'd like to think that I've learned over the years how to build relationships.
Afterwards, I did all the appropriate follow up. I sent thank you e-mails to everyone. I also had a brief conversation with the hiring manager regarding a few questions that developed from talking with everyone. She was very gracious in talking to me, but I'm not sure I took full advantage of the opportunity to sell myself as the best candidate. At the end I asked what the timing was on a decision. She let me know that they are waiting to fly someone in for interviews and would notify me either way sometime in the next couple weeks. For someone who initially indicated they were in a rush to fill the position, she's taking her time which leads me to believe I'm not the best candidate. We shall see.
The following week, I was excited to hear from the third place where I had submitted a resume. Again, I did a phone screening with HR. I was one of three candidates from the masses of resumes they received. Now I am hoping to hear back that the hiring manager wants to speak with me. That same week, I put my resume out for another posting and immediately heard back the next afternoon. The recruiter told me more about the position and asked me a couple questions regarding my skills and interests.
The past week has been quiet. I fear that I'm not the top choice for any of the jobs where I've interview. (sniff) There was this frantic flow of calls and now it feels like I'm drifting in space. I do hope I get some good news next week about a new interview.
What is a positive for me is knowing that I've done something right with my resume. It's nice to know that I'm 75% on getting bites for job postings.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Among the Mac Faithful
I had a once-in-a-lifetime chance this year to attend the MacWorld Expo. Since I now own a Mac, I thought I should go and see what all the fuss is about. Maybe someday I'll find a way to attend the CES.
The Expo was split into two areas of the convention center. It's funny being at a convention center when I'm actually a consumer rather than an observer. For my job, I attend some rather specialized conventions and only have a distant interest or understanding of what's being sold at the booths.
Having some computer experience in my background, I can appreciate the idea of all the technical offerings but didn't bother stopping to look. What was fun for me was seeing how companies have created markets to capitalize on the desire to individualize and retain a chic feel to being an Apple fan.
I myself look at accessories from a more practical stand point. When I want to protect my iPod from scratching and dents, I look for a durable, scratch-resistant case. That falls along the lines of brands like Speck, iSkins, DLO, and other manufacturers of gadgets cases. There are also the boutique outfitters that cater to people who spend crazy money to show off, like the iPod cases studded with rhinestones.
What hadn't occurred to me is buying a sheath of art to protect my iPod (or iPhone). Gelaskins are these durable plastic sheets that are cut to specifically fit Apple electronics. The deal here is that they offer a variety of art covers. They can be funky anime drawings, geometric patterns, dark images, modern art, etc. It reminds me of the designs I see on kids' snowboards and skateboards. (Am I dating myself somehow?)
Did I also mention that I'm cheap? So these skins cost $15 for handhelds and $30 for a laptop. I know they'll last a couple years by which time you'll be tired of the design, but it still seems like a lot for a sheet of plastic. Who knows, maybe I'll give in next year.
All these little companies are trying to customize commodity products to make an extra buck. Another great idea I saw had these cute creatures - penguins, mini ipods, and other cute reptiles made from silicone. They stand about two inches tall and conceal usb memory stick from 1GB to 8G. So instead of paying a couple buck for a stick, you pay $20 for 1GB that happens to be disguised as a penguin key chain.
My brain was overstimulated with all the accessory booths, so I stopped for 30 minutes to hear a talk about the exciting new Office 2008. Okay, I admit it, I was really there hoping to win a prize from the free drawing. It was cool, but I'm never going to be doing any desktop publishing. Office 2004 is just fine for me.
One booth wins my award for most unique booth. The booth looked like a castle or fortress with a large mobile dangling overhead. When I cam across it, my thought was that it was a cross between the artwork of Monty Python and Escher. I overheard one person described the company as Australian maker of bags. The one thing I regret not buying was this bag because I think it would be great as a way to have my purse and camera case in one for traveling. I had no idea the discounts for some items are better than prices you can find at the store AND the tax is already included in the price!
The crowds inside the Apple area were immense as you might imagine. Everyone wanted to touch the new MacBook Air. Is it really as it looks in the ads? Yes, yes it is that cool. I couldn't believe how small it was. And yet, I felt like I had ample screen to surf the Internet. If I owned this, it would probably be attached to me day and night (which Tim would be absolutely annoyed about). If I were to use one of my larger shoulder purses, it would easily fit inside with space to spare. Now if I only had $2000 laying around... .
I'm not a devoted Mac fan but I can definitely see the draw of it all. It's like when you see other kids in school and want to be cool like them. I spent more than three hours wandering the convention floor. My bags weren't filled to the brim with goodies as I left the convention center. Still, I must admit, I lost a little cash buying a silicone keyboard cover and some gorillapods. If it wasn't for the iPods, the crowds attending the show would be very different. Because the iPod is so ubiquitous it definitely attracts a wider interest be it the tech geeks, surfer/boarder crowd, business professionals, and teens. It really opened my eyes to the small world of Mac that I currently expose myself to. I'm never going to need the hardcore Adobe Creative Suite or a music studio complete with Gibson guitar, but it's fun knowing I could have them.
The Expo was split into two areas of the convention center. It's funny being at a convention center when I'm actually a consumer rather than an observer. For my job, I attend some rather specialized conventions and only have a distant interest or understanding of what's being sold at the booths.
Having some computer experience in my background, I can appreciate the idea of all the technical offerings but didn't bother stopping to look. What was fun for me was seeing how companies have created markets to capitalize on the desire to individualize and retain a chic feel to being an Apple fan.
I myself look at accessories from a more practical stand point. When I want to protect my iPod from scratching and dents, I look for a durable, scratch-resistant case. That falls along the lines of brands like Speck, iSkins, DLO, and other manufacturers of gadgets cases. There are also the boutique outfitters that cater to people who spend crazy money to show off, like the iPod cases studded with rhinestones.
What hadn't occurred to me is buying a sheath of art to protect my iPod (or iPhone). Gelaskins are these durable plastic sheets that are cut to specifically fit Apple electronics. The deal here is that they offer a variety of art covers. They can be funky anime drawings, geometric patterns, dark images, modern art, etc. It reminds me of the designs I see on kids' snowboards and skateboards. (Am I dating myself somehow?)
Did I also mention that I'm cheap? So these skins cost $15 for handhelds and $30 for a laptop. I know they'll last a couple years by which time you'll be tired of the design, but it still seems like a lot for a sheet of plastic. Who knows, maybe I'll give in next year.
All these little companies are trying to customize commodity products to make an extra buck. Another great idea I saw had these cute creatures - penguins, mini ipods, and other cute reptiles made from silicone. They stand about two inches tall and conceal usb memory stick from 1GB to 8G. So instead of paying a couple buck for a stick, you pay $20 for 1GB that happens to be disguised as a penguin key chain.
My brain was overstimulated with all the accessory booths, so I stopped for 30 minutes to hear a talk about the exciting new Office 2008. Okay, I admit it, I was really there hoping to win a prize from the free drawing. It was cool, but I'm never going to be doing any desktop publishing. Office 2004 is just fine for me.
One booth wins my award for most unique booth. The booth looked like a castle or fortress with a large mobile dangling overhead. When I cam across it, my thought was that it was a cross between the artwork of Monty Python and Escher. I overheard one person described the company as Australian maker of bags. The one thing I regret not buying was this bag because I think it would be great as a way to have my purse and camera case in one for traveling. I had no idea the discounts for some items are better than prices you can find at the store AND the tax is already included in the price!
The crowds inside the Apple area were immense as you might imagine. Everyone wanted to touch the new MacBook Air. Is it really as it looks in the ads? Yes, yes it is that cool. I couldn't believe how small it was. And yet, I felt like I had ample screen to surf the Internet. If I owned this, it would probably be attached to me day and night (which Tim would be absolutely annoyed about). If I were to use one of my larger shoulder purses, it would easily fit inside with space to spare. Now if I only had $2000 laying around... .
I'm not a devoted Mac fan but I can definitely see the draw of it all. It's like when you see other kids in school and want to be cool like them. I spent more than three hours wandering the convention floor. My bags weren't filled to the brim with goodies as I left the convention center. Still, I must admit, I lost a little cash buying a silicone keyboard cover and some gorillapods. If it wasn't for the iPods, the crowds attending the show would be very different. Because the iPod is so ubiquitous it definitely attracts a wider interest be it the tech geeks, surfer/boarder crowd, business professionals, and teens. It really opened my eyes to the small world of Mac that I currently expose myself to. I'm never going to need the hardcore Adobe Creative Suite or a music studio complete with Gibson guitar, but it's fun knowing I could have them.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Dirty Deeds
The news is finally here. We all anxiously watched our inboxes for any hints at when and who would be told about the layoffs. Usually they sneak the e-mails into our boxes after 6pm or before 7am. It's a horrible way to schedule people if you think about it. After all, what if you have a dentist appointment that morning and don't come in until 9am and discover that you missed you're "Mandatory Meeting" already?
They really lost the element of surprise this time. A little after 4pm, half the group received an invitation to a 10am meeting. There is one person who we know for sure is keeping their job, so knowing that they were invited to that meeting, verified the fates of the rest of us.
Really, nothing was a surprise. I took my laptop home for fun and checked it at 10pm to find that a "MANDATORY MEETING" has been added to my calendar for the morning. I wasn't sad or jubilant, just satisfied that we'd finally get some answers after so many months of rumor, speculation, and boredom.
Because there are so few people left, the handful of us went into a room with the president and HR director. He was very down-to-earth about the whole situation, no false sympathies, no formalities. He said what he had to say from a legal standpoint and offered his support as we make plans to leave. At some point that day, he even had to give himself a layoff notice.
There was one surprise. I had expected to receive the same date as everyone else. To my dismay, however, I was given an extension until July. If I had kids, maybe that would be fine. After all I could work for a couple hours each day and spend the rest of the time with my family. But I've been slacking off for six months now, I'm ready for a challenge. Sitting around to help close down the office is not my idea of a morale builder.
No one really escaped this time. The people who didn't get a layoff notice still have a big decision to make because those who remain must relocate to the East Coast. It's unlikely that more than half will choose this option. It's not just the geographic change, it's also the unknowns of the new corporate environment and who the new co-workers will be. Not knowing what will happen to the team dynamic is probably the worst unknown.
With the new year come many potential opportunities. Now, I need to negotiate myself out of here earlier. It's a delicate situation because I can't sign on a new job with out risking my severance package, but I can't pursue new jobs until I know I have a clear end date. I want some money, I think it's the least I deserve for staying around as long as I have.
I'm honored that they appreciate my ability's and want me. It's always nice to feel valued. That boosts my confidence that companies out there will want to hire me.
They really lost the element of surprise this time. A little after 4pm, half the group received an invitation to a 10am meeting. There is one person who we know for sure is keeping their job, so knowing that they were invited to that meeting, verified the fates of the rest of us.
Really, nothing was a surprise. I took my laptop home for fun and checked it at 10pm to find that a "MANDATORY MEETING" has been added to my calendar for the morning. I wasn't sad or jubilant, just satisfied that we'd finally get some answers after so many months of rumor, speculation, and boredom.
Because there are so few people left, the handful of us went into a room with the president and HR director. He was very down-to-earth about the whole situation, no false sympathies, no formalities. He said what he had to say from a legal standpoint and offered his support as we make plans to leave. At some point that day, he even had to give himself a layoff notice.
There was one surprise. I had expected to receive the same date as everyone else. To my dismay, however, I was given an extension until July. If I had kids, maybe that would be fine. After all I could work for a couple hours each day and spend the rest of the time with my family. But I've been slacking off for six months now, I'm ready for a challenge. Sitting around to help close down the office is not my idea of a morale builder.
No one really escaped this time. The people who didn't get a layoff notice still have a big decision to make because those who remain must relocate to the East Coast. It's unlikely that more than half will choose this option. It's not just the geographic change, it's also the unknowns of the new corporate environment and who the new co-workers will be. Not knowing what will happen to the team dynamic is probably the worst unknown.
With the new year come many potential opportunities. Now, I need to negotiate myself out of here earlier. It's a delicate situation because I can't sign on a new job with out risking my severance package, but I can't pursue new jobs until I know I have a clear end date. I want some money, I think it's the least I deserve for staying around as long as I have.
I'm honored that they appreciate my ability's and want me. It's always nice to feel valued. That boosts my confidence that companies out there will want to hire me.
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
But I was born HERE
Maybe I'm being overly sensitive? Maybe I'm taking this too seriously? Maybe I'm not upset enough for some?
I turned to David Letterman just as he introduced Lucy Liu as his guest for the show. She appeared dressed in a bright pink silk dress stylized with an extra flap of cloth that simulated a having a loose wrap cascading from her left shoulder. She wore black pumps that must have had 4+ inch heels. Her hair was tightly wrapped into a pony tail at the back crown of her head. I guessed that she had to have been wearing false eyelashes as what Chinese woman ever grows them that long.
Admittedly, I don't know that much about her. Although I think we all admire that there's Asian representation in the acting world, she's not THAT great. Amongst my Asian males friends, I have rarely met one very into her.
The conversation was light-hearted at first. They talked a little about her new show and Dave commented about her fancy dress. She joked that she dressed up just for him. Then he asked her how she spent her Xmas. Lucy replied that she'd spent the time with her brother in New York. She paused to find the right words to explain what they did for the holidays. The rest of her plain story was one that I very quickly related to. Like my family, we don't celebrate Xmas the way Americans do (though we're "American"). It's simply a time to catch up, eat, and relax or catch up on things we haven't had time to do. There's no extravagant parties, no piles of perfectly wrapped gifts under the tree, no eggnog, no house covered in Xmas decor. She simply said it was time for them to clean the house, clear the closet, and make donations to the Salvation Army. I think she stumped Dave a bit and finally added, "it's a Chinese tradition." Bingo!
Next, she mentioned how she enjoys riding pedicabs around the city. She added that it reminds her of being in a rickshaw. Okay... why did she need to mention that?
I felt kind of bad for the both of them as it didn't provide for very entertaining conversation. In my opinion, things only went downhill from there. He proceeded to ask her a series of questions that I found a annoying and typical of people. He focused on her ethnicity rather than her.
"How many languages do you know?"
"What's the most common language in China?"
"Is the Mandarin alphabet hard?"
"Do you use Mandarin a lot?"
"Are you excited about having the Olympics in Beijing?"
It was a little strange to watch as she answered his questions and even tried to explain bo-po-mo-fo to him and speak a little Mandarin for him where she basically said, "How are you? What is your name?" I felt like I was taking elementary Mandarin class. Of course, in fun, they translated it as, "You looked terrible in that beard."
They ended the slot by showing a clip of "Cashmere Mafia" which turned out to actually be some old 50s movie where a couple of young women with guns threaten a couple. It was cute.
I turned off the tv still bothered by the interview. I was confused. Why did he have to focus on her being Chinese? It's like when someone starts up small talk with me on a plane and ask if I was born here. It's frustrating. I don't see interviews where they ask these types questions of Antonio Banderas or Aishwarya Rai. Maybe I missed that. But they were born elsewhere; they didn't grown up in the states. It would make sense to ask some of those questions. But what if I turned it around on Dave (let's suppose he's Swedish and Irish) and said, "so what are the differences between Swedish and Norwegian?"
She joked about traveling in Europe for a couple months because of the writers' strike and learning more Italian or other languages. Why could he have used that cue to talk about traveling or what else she does in her free time? Lucy probably didn't help much by not having any fun stories to share. The interview was a bit boring to me.
How much do these shows typically prepare ahead of time for celebrity interviews? My co-worker's alternative theory is that perhaps her agent gave the show some guidance about topics to discuss. Perhaps she is trying to position herself as someone to host shows covering the Beijing Olympics? I find it hard to believe they would have scripted so much of the interview. But I could be wrong. Anyone know how these interviews work?
It made me uncomfortable to see this because it reminds me of a truth non-whites must live with - the fact that we will always be perceived (to some extent) like foreigners despite how long, how many generations we've lived here.
I'm still confused about whether to actually be mad. I'd like to believe that he meant well and was probably simply curious. It just seemed like a strange conversation to have on national talk show that's not exactly known for serious dialogue.
I turned to David Letterman just as he introduced Lucy Liu as his guest for the show. She appeared dressed in a bright pink silk dress stylized with an extra flap of cloth that simulated a having a loose wrap cascading from her left shoulder. She wore black pumps that must have had 4+ inch heels. Her hair was tightly wrapped into a pony tail at the back crown of her head. I guessed that she had to have been wearing false eyelashes as what Chinese woman ever grows them that long.
Admittedly, I don't know that much about her. Although I think we all admire that there's Asian representation in the acting world, she's not THAT great. Amongst my Asian males friends, I have rarely met one very into her.
The conversation was light-hearted at first. They talked a little about her new show and Dave commented about her fancy dress. She joked that she dressed up just for him. Then he asked her how she spent her Xmas. Lucy replied that she'd spent the time with her brother in New York. She paused to find the right words to explain what they did for the holidays. The rest of her plain story was one that I very quickly related to. Like my family, we don't celebrate Xmas the way Americans do (though we're "American"). It's simply a time to catch up, eat, and relax or catch up on things we haven't had time to do. There's no extravagant parties, no piles of perfectly wrapped gifts under the tree, no eggnog, no house covered in Xmas decor. She simply said it was time for them to clean the house, clear the closet, and make donations to the Salvation Army. I think she stumped Dave a bit and finally added, "it's a Chinese tradition." Bingo!
Next, she mentioned how she enjoys riding pedicabs around the city. She added that it reminds her of being in a rickshaw. Okay... why did she need to mention that?
I felt kind of bad for the both of them as it didn't provide for very entertaining conversation. In my opinion, things only went downhill from there. He proceeded to ask her a series of questions that I found a annoying and typical of people. He focused on her ethnicity rather than her.
"How many languages do you know?"
"What's the most common language in China?"
"Is the Mandarin alphabet hard?"
"Do you use Mandarin a lot?"
"Are you excited about having the Olympics in Beijing?"
It was a little strange to watch as she answered his questions and even tried to explain bo-po-mo-fo to him and speak a little Mandarin for him where she basically said, "How are you? What is your name?" I felt like I was taking elementary Mandarin class. Of course, in fun, they translated it as, "You looked terrible in that beard."
They ended the slot by showing a clip of "Cashmere Mafia" which turned out to actually be some old 50s movie where a couple of young women with guns threaten a couple. It was cute.
I turned off the tv still bothered by the interview. I was confused. Why did he have to focus on her being Chinese? It's like when someone starts up small talk with me on a plane and ask if I was born here. It's frustrating. I don't see interviews where they ask these types questions of Antonio Banderas or Aishwarya Rai. Maybe I missed that. But they were born elsewhere; they didn't grown up in the states. It would make sense to ask some of those questions. But what if I turned it around on Dave (let's suppose he's Swedish and Irish) and said, "so what are the differences between Swedish and Norwegian?"
She joked about traveling in Europe for a couple months because of the writers' strike and learning more Italian or other languages. Why could he have used that cue to talk about traveling or what else she does in her free time? Lucy probably didn't help much by not having any fun stories to share. The interview was a bit boring to me.
How much do these shows typically prepare ahead of time for celebrity interviews? My co-worker's alternative theory is that perhaps her agent gave the show some guidance about topics to discuss. Perhaps she is trying to position herself as someone to host shows covering the Beijing Olympics? I find it hard to believe they would have scripted so much of the interview. But I could be wrong. Anyone know how these interviews work?
It made me uncomfortable to see this because it reminds me of a truth non-whites must live with - the fact that we will always be perceived (to some extent) like foreigners despite how long, how many generations we've lived here.
I'm still confused about whether to actually be mad. I'd like to believe that he meant well and was probably simply curious. It just seemed like a strange conversation to have on national talk show that's not exactly known for serious dialogue.
Friday, January 04, 2008
Checking out
This is a message to a co-worker who's sense of responsibility seems to have gone awry:
Dear Cheetah,
We're concerned about you as we haven't heard from you since the week before Xmas. You didn't inform anyone about your vacation plans. You don't do as you expect others to do for you. Could you please give us a call and just check in? We can only assume that we might see you on Monday.
I'd like to give you the benefit of the doubt, but your attitude towards work is inappropriate and premature. We understand your boss is gone, he was ours too. You've always worked with this notion that you are solely employed to support him, and that's not true. Just because he's gone and you firmly believe that you will be laid off soon doesn't mean it's okay to disregard the rest of us and not appear at work.
For all we know, you may be in the hospital after some car accident over the holidays, but your attitude of late makes us believe otherwise. I know times are tough for you with your personal struggles, but it's not an excuse. Until you are officially notified that you will lose your job, you should be here with us.
Hen and I talked just the other day about our disappointment and frustration with you. Perhaps you don't have enough to keep you busy all day, but we do need your help from time to time. You keep talking about getting the opportunity to advance yourself. Why can't you see this is a chance to help out with people here and learn new skills?
Ignoring us, there is Scuba. He has taken over where your boss left. We've tried to point out to you that he could use your help despite what you think. Hen suggested to you that you offer your assistance to him and ask whether there are things you could do for him. You have done nothing; you never even talked to him.
Many of us believe that it's important to maintain a decent work ethic and good relationships regardless of the situation. You will run into all of us again and want to demonstrate that you are a reliable person and a team player. This morning, you have jeopardized that image. Scuba needed some help and you were not here. Once you get your pink slip, it is okay to shirk your duties a little - it's expected but not until then.
We're still here. We don't have a ton of things to do, but we're here if someone needs us. We're here because we have a responsibility to keep the wheels turning and be good citizens. You may think no one will care and that it doesn't matter what you do now that the boss is gone, but we notice. I wish you would understand. I know you can be a good person. I want you to succeed in life, but I worry that these lapses in judgment handicap your path to a happier life.
Sincerely,
P
Dear Cheetah,
We're concerned about you as we haven't heard from you since the week before Xmas. You didn't inform anyone about your vacation plans. You don't do as you expect others to do for you. Could you please give us a call and just check in? We can only assume that we might see you on Monday.
I'd like to give you the benefit of the doubt, but your attitude towards work is inappropriate and premature. We understand your boss is gone, he was ours too. You've always worked with this notion that you are solely employed to support him, and that's not true. Just because he's gone and you firmly believe that you will be laid off soon doesn't mean it's okay to disregard the rest of us and not appear at work.
For all we know, you may be in the hospital after some car accident over the holidays, but your attitude of late makes us believe otherwise. I know times are tough for you with your personal struggles, but it's not an excuse. Until you are officially notified that you will lose your job, you should be here with us.
Hen and I talked just the other day about our disappointment and frustration with you. Perhaps you don't have enough to keep you busy all day, but we do need your help from time to time. You keep talking about getting the opportunity to advance yourself. Why can't you see this is a chance to help out with people here and learn new skills?
Ignoring us, there is Scuba. He has taken over where your boss left. We've tried to point out to you that he could use your help despite what you think. Hen suggested to you that you offer your assistance to him and ask whether there are things you could do for him. You have done nothing; you never even talked to him.
Many of us believe that it's important to maintain a decent work ethic and good relationships regardless of the situation. You will run into all of us again and want to demonstrate that you are a reliable person and a team player. This morning, you have jeopardized that image. Scuba needed some help and you were not here. Once you get your pink slip, it is okay to shirk your duties a little - it's expected but not until then.
We're still here. We don't have a ton of things to do, but we're here if someone needs us. We're here because we have a responsibility to keep the wheels turning and be good citizens. You may think no one will care and that it doesn't matter what you do now that the boss is gone, but we notice. I wish you would understand. I know you can be a good person. I want you to succeed in life, but I worry that these lapses in judgment handicap your path to a happier life.
Sincerely,
P
Thursday, January 03, 2008
Grizzly Men
So stayed up late last night to watch the late night talk shows. I was curious to see their monologues.
First, I fought with my rabbit ears trying to get a clear signal for NBC. While my tv debated letting me watch, I turned to CBS to peek at Letterman. Wow, what a beard! Combined with the small, round glasses he could make for a decent, young Santa Claus. His Top 10 list was great.
Then, I dared keep myself awake until Conan appeared. Yipes, another beard! When you add the pompadourish, red hair, you get one freaky looking man. The best thing was that he stated he was growing this to prove he has testosterone and then compared himself to the young Kris Kringle from that classic stop-motion animation show. His opening was much more entertaining than Leno. Gosh, I can't wait until he is in the 11:30pm time slot.
So what is it with the grizzly man look? I guess it was entertaining, but how long is this going to continue. Could you find a better way to show solidarity with the writers? After all, how are women supposed to match that... by not shaving their legs?
First, I fought with my rabbit ears trying to get a clear signal for NBC. While my tv debated letting me watch, I turned to CBS to peek at Letterman. Wow, what a beard! Combined with the small, round glasses he could make for a decent, young Santa Claus. His Top 10 list was great.
Then, I dared keep myself awake until Conan appeared. Yipes, another beard! When you add the pompadourish, red hair, you get one freaky looking man. The best thing was that he stated he was growing this to prove he has testosterone and then compared himself to the young Kris Kringle from that classic stop-motion animation show. His opening was much more entertaining than Leno. Gosh, I can't wait until he is in the 11:30pm time slot.
So what is it with the grizzly man look? I guess it was entertaining, but how long is this going to continue. Could you find a better way to show solidarity with the writers? After all, how are women supposed to match that... by not shaving their legs?
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
A year of potential
Happy New Year!
This must be the most laid back and relaxing winter holiday break ever. I can't remember sleeping in so much and being at work so little. Climbing three flights of stairs today to get to my desk was a major reality check for my thighs.
Visiting went relatively well. Tim still think my mom doesn't like him even though I thought everyone did nicely in terms of conversing and spending time together. It was no surprise, however, when, as we drove towards the freeway in the early hours of after-xmas shopping, my mom asked, "so why do you like this Tim?"
"He's a good guy, mom, He's smart, thoughtful, and sweet." I said this knowing little good would come from my praise.
There was silence in the car. I was driving, so I could not turn my head to gaze upon my mom's face. I then turned it around on her, "what do you think of him?"
"I'm not going to say anything," she said firmly yet nonchalantly as possible.
Needless to say, the rest of the brief conversation amounted to vague references to Tim not being good enough and poor assumptions on her part about his family being inferior. Oh well.
Despite that, Tim and I had a great time. I drove him around my old neighborhood on Xmas day. We walked along a bluff to see the views and enjoyed some time at the beach people watching and listening to the waves. It's hard to complain when it's a breezy 68F.
And now, it's back to reality. I have a big report to finish by Friday, but I'm more preoccupied with preparing myself for a possible pink slip sometime in the next couple weeks. That being said, I polished off my last revision of my resume and sent it off for three jobs this morning. All three are a slight stretch beyond what I do now, but all would be great opportunities to learn something new.
Considering I haven't looked for a job in some years, I expect that my first interview will be a nightmare regardless of how much I prepare. Let's hope my first interview is at a job I realize isn't the best fit for me. I'm scared to think of going to an interview, but at the same time I'm excited at the idea of being challenged.
This must be the most laid back and relaxing winter holiday break ever. I can't remember sleeping in so much and being at work so little. Climbing three flights of stairs today to get to my desk was a major reality check for my thighs.
Visiting went relatively well. Tim still think my mom doesn't like him even though I thought everyone did nicely in terms of conversing and spending time together. It was no surprise, however, when, as we drove towards the freeway in the early hours of after-xmas shopping, my mom asked, "so why do you like this Tim?"
"He's a good guy, mom, He's smart, thoughtful, and sweet." I said this knowing little good would come from my praise.
There was silence in the car. I was driving, so I could not turn my head to gaze upon my mom's face. I then turned it around on her, "what do you think of him?"
"I'm not going to say anything," she said firmly yet nonchalantly as possible.
Needless to say, the rest of the brief conversation amounted to vague references to Tim not being good enough and poor assumptions on her part about his family being inferior. Oh well.
Despite that, Tim and I had a great time. I drove him around my old neighborhood on Xmas day. We walked along a bluff to see the views and enjoyed some time at the beach people watching and listening to the waves. It's hard to complain when it's a breezy 68F.
And now, it's back to reality. I have a big report to finish by Friday, but I'm more preoccupied with preparing myself for a possible pink slip sometime in the next couple weeks. That being said, I polished off my last revision of my resume and sent it off for three jobs this morning. All three are a slight stretch beyond what I do now, but all would be great opportunities to learn something new.
Considering I haven't looked for a job in some years, I expect that my first interview will be a nightmare regardless of how much I prepare. Let's hope my first interview is at a job I realize isn't the best fit for me. I'm scared to think of going to an interview, but at the same time I'm excited at the idea of being challenged.
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