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And as the automatic doors slide open exiting Kansai airport, a brisk winter breeze flies through, bringing with it a faint yet distinct smell, and all the memories they carried. It's really interesting how smell affects memory. I can't believe I'm here again. #flysolo #getlost #vacation #jobhunting #hisashiburi #wanderlust #springbreak #teacherlife #photoglife
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A follow up to this "photograph".
See the notes for details, and enlarge if you're just curious as to what I'm doing today.
I have not gotten the tattoo yet, as it takes me an insane amount of time to make up my mind. How long you ask? Well, I had that first bit of kanji translated about 3 years ago. Yeah. I just want to be sure. I should be this picky with a number of other elements of my life.
So who knows when or if I'll ever get it... but I anticipate that there will be a bit of photoshopping (should I ever learn how) of both images onto the places that I've considered putting this tattoo, before I ever allow needle to penetrate skin.
Jim Stroud explains how to use Google Buzz to find hidden job opportunities. For more career related articles, visit Jim's blogs:
Near another area we were looking, 20 minutes from downtown Phoenix, is still agricultural. One of the main crops around Phoenix is cotton.
Wake Forest students talk with recruiters at the Career and Internship Fair in the Benson Center on Wednesday, January 23, 2013. MA in Management student Stephanie Pagan Torres talks with a recruiter.
So, yes. I failed according to epic proportions. Three jobs that I was sure I had... all denied me. So I bawled, drove to University of Texas in Austin... took some employment testing (because I LOVE the look I get when they see that I type 107 wpm at a 98% accuracy).. came home... bawled some more... watched "Private Practice" Disk 1: Season 1... bawled a little more....
And then Addison worked her magic on me. I laughed.
So I went outside, took Lucky for a short walk (because someone has informed me that creepy stalker guy who lives above me was stabbed by his girlfriend a few weeks ago and he has been on the prowl for a replacement), made myself some Yogi tea (courtesy of my wonderful swap-bot book swap partner)...
...and I found hope. I applied for ONE MORE Office Manager position at Baylor. Then I found the Assistant Dean of Alumni Affairs at Southwestern. And in those two jobs... I don't feel as much like an epic failure.
I know it sounds sketchy. Me... an Assistant Dean? But I looked at the qualifications and I fit. I've worked in an Alumni Relations office in college. That's where I did my work study program my whole first two years. Then I found Joe's Crab Shack and realized I could make a lot of money... but... anyway. All the rest? Yeah... V.P. of my sorority... Honor Scholar of my academic fraternity... I've got the student leadership skillz. Biznotch! Hire ME!!
I love the "Got Milk" campaigns for their messages. This is my take on how ad dollars could be used for their next campaign. And yes, I know the mustache is cheesy but I'm not too good at milk mustaches in photoshop!
Thanks Andy Bokanev Photography, www.bokanev.com/
Since I am in woodworking this semester, I have developed a deep appreciation for furniture design. These benches were really cool because they are triangle modular that can be arranged in numerous ways. The tops bump up or down and they are finished really nicely.
My girlfriend recently lost her job and is looking for work. I ordered these business cards for her to hand out to prospective employers. I hope this helps.
I grew my "beard" for 2 months, 14 days, 6 hours. I swore I wouldn't shave until I got an interview. I still haven't, but a job fair sort of counts.
SOOC
WENT. JOB. HUNTING. TODAY.
It was so exciting and nerve-wracking, and I'm just glad that I did it. Picked up about five paper applications, and the rest are online. Hoping that I get one soon, and then I'll be closer to gettin' dat 7D :*
Also, we watched No Strings Attached. My mom seemed to want to point out every minute that that kind of thing never happens. Like, oh... Really, Mom? Hm. Never would've guessed. But yeah, I just want a boyfriend to hold my hand.
How Do I Get a Job is a new comprehensive guide to empower you to get the job of your dreams in these difficult times, the truth of the matter is there are thousands of vacancies even in a recession, but you have to have the right strategy in place to outsmart the fierce level of competition.
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My second camera came almost a decade later, at a time when Clint Eastwood was a song, and if ever you knew the person you'd say "Oh the guy who directed the boxing girl movie".
My life wasn't exactly peachy: I had just graduated from the university, where I spent four years studying something I didn't like. Nothing hasn't changed much; I was still at the bottom of the food chain, hence not getting the chance to study literature because my father says it's for fools, or creative writing because my mother says it's for people without ambitions. I lived under my parents' roof knowing I'm both a fool and unambitious, but a dreamer just the same. A dreamer I'll take. I can be a dreamer, yes. Because dreams can come true, no matter how cliche that sounds.
So being a young blood, I tried jobhunting. And by tried, I mean tried. It wasn't for me. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Now that I got that out of the way, I meant that I could've gotten a job if I wanted it, but I didn't want it, that kind of life. The kind where you say "I have work that I go to everyday why why why whyyyy am I still livingggg". Because what I was looking for was "I love waking up in the morning because I'm doing what I'm supposed to do!!!!!!!" (Exclamation points are valid when you're having fun.)
My first job involved all the things I hated and more. And by more, I meant working on different shifts on such a short notice, having expenses more than I'm supposed to be earning, getting into accidents (a dislocated shoulder) to and from work, getting mugged, losing things, and having very inept bosses. However, the pay was golden. And I suspected that that was why I decided to accept the job in the first place. And yeah, because I'm an epic failure. (You cannot believe how much angst I have over selling out.)
A month into the job, my uncle gave me a Canon PowerShot S2 IS. It's my graduation gift, five months late. I can’t even contain my joy. Around here, a camera is as good as it gets. We don't receive cars when we turn sixteen, we don't get to freely separate ourselves from our parents until we get married, and certainly you don't just get to purchase a camera. A digital camera. That's third-world middle-class indispensable advice I'm giving you right now.
The S2 rocked my world. But what left me breathless are the possibilities, the door that has suddenly become open, that sudden connection between my life and what I wanted to do. It’s a very heady feeling. I felt drunk and giddy, and it’s because of a damn camera. But. To think of the things I could do. I could stand in the middle of a wet market and take photos of butchers and nobody would mind because I look legit, because I got gear. The last time I did that with Dirty Harry I almost got killed.
But I digress. When I got the camera I felt vindicated. If I can't do what I want (pursue a life of writing) I'll do another thing that I want (take photos) because I can do that surreptitiously, without anybody objecting; because I was subtle, because everybody thinks it's just a hobby.
And so its name became Jacques Cousteau. For all my meandering, yes, it will come down to this. It’s been a sappy way of saying, Fuck, I just got my new camera, and I’m naming it Jacques Cousteau! But. My heart is full. Seeing that camera in my mind when I'm at work, that camera sitting on my bed every day, waiting for me to get home -- it’s a representation of everything that I couldn’t even begin to tell you. I was inside Captain Cousteau’s boat, feeling that something wonderful was about to unfold.
I think about my shitty life, sitting on my hands, waiting to be given meaning. I am again at the beginning. It begins, it begins, this spectacular attempt at chasing my dreams.
"When one man, for whatever reason,
has the opportunity to lead an extraordinary life,
he has no right to keep it to himself."
- Jacques Yves Cousteau
Wake Forest students talk with recruiters at the Career and Internship Fair in the Benson Center on Wednesday, January 23, 2013. Wake Forest alumna Ashley Cozyn ('09) recruits for Dish Network.
Wake Forest students talk with recruiters at the Career and Internship Fair in the Benson Center on Wednesday, January 23, 2013. Margaret Hanson ('14) and Shelby Ortiz ('14) talk with the representative from Kaplan.