So last summer quarter I took a class which alleged to be about Stress Management for Health and Wellness, but which was not so much, really. But I did wind up getting something out of it — for a project, I consolidated some of the stuff I’d been noodling on for a while, like my plot to start running this summer and complete a 5k race (which I did!), and came up with new goals. I find that I am good at coming up with ambitious things to do, but unless they have concrete deadlines attached, I suck at actually carrying through with them. (Which is why I signed up for the 5k long before I could run for more than 90 seconds at a time — and why I’m not done with a lot of my independent study stuff for school, but I digress.)
So, for that class, I not only wrote in a paper that I handed in (so there was one witness), but presented to the whole class (so there are like 20 of them): I want to do a sprint distance race in the Chicago Triathlon in 2011, and an international distance race in the London Triathlon in 2012.
Ladies and gentlemen, we have ourselves a crazyniquischeme! continue reading…
This can only end in tears. But not for about 10 months!
Oh, and just for kicks:
It seems pretty typical for a job interview process to go like this:
Step 1: Employer receives CV. Employer drinks enough caffeine to decide that CV is not completely awful.
Step 2: First pass: HR tries to make sure candidate has a heartbeat and is not a zombie.
Step 3: Second stage: phone screen. Actual sysadmin calls to make sure candidate is not entirely full of shit.
Step 4: Candidate gets to go to actual face-to-face interview! Once, twice, or possibly many times, depending on how dedicated employer is to exhausting candidate’s interview wardrobe.
Step 5: PROFIT.
So you’ll note that very early on in this process, the use of a telephone is indicated. You’d think it wouldn’t really be much of a problem, because phones are, like, old, and stuff, and they just work, and stuff. And maybe that would be the case if I had a real phone. But I don’t. I am the one out of four Americans who has given up her landline and has only a mobile phone, because I’m only one person and how many phones do I need? (Especially because I kind of hate using the phone a little. I never was one of those people who sat around for hours and just chatted.) I haven’t had a real phone as a matter of course for few years. I had one in my old apartment at Printer’s Square, because I had to have one for the door intercom buzzer to let people in, and I had one in my apartment in Wicker Park because I thought pizza delivery people would push back (prank caller!) if I gave an 847 number — which was clearly just me being old and paranoid, nobody cares about area codes anymore. But in my place now, I just have the mobile. And even though sometimes service is spotty in my apartment, it doesn’t really matter much to me because I do all my social outing arranging via text, basically, and about the only time I use phones is if I have to call customer service for something. And I have Skype for that.
Except now, you see, it’s the end of my delicious, delicious summer vacation and I have to go back to being a grown-up now, which means hunting for a job. (I loved you, summer vacation. You were so awesome. Let’s do it again sometime!) And what does Step 2 of interviewing involve? THE PHONE! continue reading…