Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Well, lots of things, actually.
Life is moving fast -- VERY fast -- for me right now. I was just offered the job I interviewed for yesterday. The money is insane. I have to tell them by Friday.
In the meantime, I have Choice1 on Tuesday. Now, I WANT Choice1. Very, very badly. But I am also mindful of the whole bird in the hand thing. Plus I have an interview tomorrow with a third place.
My head is swimming. How'd I get to be so in demand?
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
I had this song in my head all day long, even when I went on my job interview. I didn't want the job, and the interview didn't change my mind. The people I talked to were pleasant enough but they essentially want a hired gun for the next few months and then after that I could really be sunk in terms of the job market. No, thank you.
Plus I think I may not really be qualified for it. And that's not a lack of self-esteem talking (despite today's musical selection). Rather, it's reality. If I haven't done x, y and z then there's no shame in admitting that.
But I do want to report that I felt better in this interview than I normally do. It was even a little tricky as I could tell I was not really up to snuff, but I did not lose my cool and kept pulling the conversation over to where I have something good I can say about myself. All good skills for Choice1 which is in a week.
Oh yeah and the pantsuit I wore to the interview? It's dragging on the ground even though I'm wearing heels, it's so HUGE on me! I will gladly, and with reverence, pitch it once I get a new job. That will almost be as satisfying as actually getting a new job: the purging of the cheap dark grey double-breasted pantsuit. I look forward to both activities.
Monday, April 14, 2008
I have perfected time travel.
It's true! I really have!
Okay, well, I'm not visiting the Roman Empire or anything, or hobnobbing with Eleanor Roosevelt, or bouncing a little baby Genghis Khan on my knee.
Rather, I'm back to an old weight. How old? Five years.
It's been five years since I was 307. And now I am again. And I've gotta say, it feels a lot like I am five years younger. Actually, I take that back -- try ten. Because at 307 in 2003, I didn't feel as good as I do right now.
Exercising has definitely helped with that. This morning, I went to my dentist, which is a trip that (if you don't drive from my home) involves taking a bus and then walking, partly uphill, right near the back entrance to Fenway Park. It took me 10 minutes. While that is not remarkable in and of itself, it's mondo cool because it used to take me -- no exagerration -- 45.
I have made my second goal. I have over 10% of my original weight gone for good. I'm wearing regular (nonstretch) jeans that I can put on and take off without having to unbutton/unzip them. I have lost about 3+ inches overall.
Oh and Choice1 called; they want to interview me next week.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Racing, racing, racing, mind is racing. Too much too soon too many things going on, huge off-kilter crazily spinning merry-go-round from Hades.
Now, I recognize that a large part of this is my own stupid fault. After all, I'm running around like a nut, trying to get a job. But there are very good reasons for that. First, I've had long-term unemployment before (as in years), and it stinks and I don't want to ever experience that again. Second, there is demand for my skill set so it's a good time to look. The Summer will bring with it a slowdown and I'll be kicking myself if I don't do my best to leverage all currently available opportunities. And, third, the economy is not doing so hot. Right now, IT seems all right but who's to say how it'll be in the future? No reason to take chances with it.
And I'm not operating on a desperate plane. I'm operating on a confident one. But I am a little impatient. The entire process of looking for work, for me, is generally aggravating. While at least there's interest and a lot of happy noises coming from employers (as opposed to the sounds of silence, which I know all too well), it is still a slow enough process that impatience can dig its nasty little heels in. Beyond that is also the fact that the two places that I am most interested in -- I'll just call them Choice1 and Choice2 -- are still in rather preliminary stages. And, at the same time, choices that are farther down the line (say, about seven and eight of ten or so) are zooming along a lot more quickly.
The danger to playing this game is going along with the lower-tier choices, getting an offer and then rejecting it in favor of Choice1 or Choice2 and then not getting anything from Choice1 or Choice2 and then being left with nada. Choices 1 and 2 are so superior to these other two (I'm highlighting them because I have a face to face interview with each of them next week) that it's more or less a no-brainer to reject these jobs. So why am I bothering to interview? Well, for one thing it's good practice, as I haven't been doing the interview dance for over a year and a half. Plus there's a chance -- albeit a very slender one -- that either hiring manager would convince me that said opportunity was better than Choice1 or Choice2.
But they'd also have to run the gauntlet of Choice3 and Choice4, hence I think this will be, let's face it, a lovely display of going through the motions. But I've gotta do it.
Another reason for being wired -- because otherwise I'd be truly overtaken -- is that one of my parents is getting tested for a rather serious illness and I am concerned about that. I'm being deliberately vague -- after all, this person who I love is certainly entitled to their medical privacy -- but it is very serious if it's true.
In the meantime, I hold onto the crazy tilting carousel because I need to be upbeat in order to get a job. And because the alternative is very scary indeed.
Laughter is, of course, the best medicine. So enjoy a dancing Spiderman and friends. And thank you for reading.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
I need to relax.
My mind is still racing from all of the jobby job stuff going on. Then my folks called, and I filled them in on how things are going, and it all started up again. So I need to chill out.
In the meantime, more interesting diet/fitness discoveries. The pants I was wearing, yesterday and the day before, were both dragging on the ground. Not because I'm taller, but because I don't have as much of a gut holding them out (and up).
I suspect I'll be down another size very soon, which is awesome, as the weather is finally starting to improve and with the other transitions going on in my life it would be amazing to leave many of the old clothes behind, along with the old job.
Yesterday, one of my colleagues was walking behind me as we were going to the break room. And he commented, "Jes, you're melting!" So I turned around and asked him if he was checking me out. ;)
My keister is rapidly disappearing. It will become extinct and will go and live among the velociraptors and other passť species.
Please don't build a museum to it.
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