Well…here I am (OT)
Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2008 11:45 am
Greetings, all.
I haven't posted in, like, forever.
The old excuses about the two kids and the j.o.b. and the volunteering and the re-vamping, upgrading and moving of the website no longer hold. I finished it. I learned a lot. I’m a real webmaster!
If only it paid.
I actually have time to post now, and have had since my company (the one that paid me) collapsed into oblivion last spring. I walked by the old building yesterday to rubberneck at what's left of the carnage. They've already changed the signs over all the doors. My old company is swiftly heading toward footnote status in the annals of Wall Street lore. I can talk about it now, relatively worry-free, I think (hope!), since I've received my final severance check. I can also write worry free since I have nothing bad to say about my old job. It was a great situation, which I can appreciate more and more now that I have just begun looking for a new one. I had a great boss, great colleagues and flexible hours any parent would envy. The confluence of events that brought down my company had nothing to do with my department.
Yes, it totally sucks, but, as they say, whatareyagonnado?
I'm still trying to figure out the wisdom and effectiveness of careerbuilder.com. I've interviewed with a consulting company and a recruiter already after posting my resume last week. That was more than I expected, but I'm still cold. I'd like to start over. Find a new line of work, but right now, I just need a paycheck. Anything new would be entry-level. Can I compete with the young and eager...or just the young. I mean, sure, people have done it, but these are people with more energy, more skills and way more stamina.
Can the excitement of a new career displace the anxiety of a drastic pay cut? Pride or happiness - what's more important?
Get over it.
I hear you.
There are so many people nowadays drifting around in the dinghy S.S. Unemployment. We could capsize.
There is an election looming.
I remember 1992. How energized I was, a college graduate, and rightly so, since the eight years following were those of prosperity and progress.
The eight following, not so much.
I keep hearing how resourceful and optimistic we're all supposed to be as Americans. Exceptional. The things your parents told you when you were growing up. Made ya feel good, gave ya hope and a view to the future. Possibilities were endless.
You wanna study the arts, be an actor. The stage is your oyster.
Cut to: twenty years later.
All I want to do is make sure my kids don't starve and don't wallow in too much student loan debt when their pursuing their own dreams in another 20 years.
I don't feel exceptional. I feel ordinary.
Just another object in space.
Well...here I am.
I haven't posted in, like, forever.
The old excuses about the two kids and the j.o.b. and the volunteering and the re-vamping, upgrading and moving of the website no longer hold. I finished it. I learned a lot. I’m a real webmaster!
If only it paid.
I actually have time to post now, and have had since my company (the one that paid me) collapsed into oblivion last spring. I walked by the old building yesterday to rubberneck at what's left of the carnage. They've already changed the signs over all the doors. My old company is swiftly heading toward footnote status in the annals of Wall Street lore. I can talk about it now, relatively worry-free, I think (hope!), since I've received my final severance check. I can also write worry free since I have nothing bad to say about my old job. It was a great situation, which I can appreciate more and more now that I have just begun looking for a new one. I had a great boss, great colleagues and flexible hours any parent would envy. The confluence of events that brought down my company had nothing to do with my department.
Yes, it totally sucks, but, as they say, whatareyagonnado?
I'm still trying to figure out the wisdom and effectiveness of careerbuilder.com. I've interviewed with a consulting company and a recruiter already after posting my resume last week. That was more than I expected, but I'm still cold. I'd like to start over. Find a new line of work, but right now, I just need a paycheck. Anything new would be entry-level. Can I compete with the young and eager...or just the young. I mean, sure, people have done it, but these are people with more energy, more skills and way more stamina.
Can the excitement of a new career displace the anxiety of a drastic pay cut? Pride or happiness - what's more important?
Get over it.
I hear you.
There are so many people nowadays drifting around in the dinghy S.S. Unemployment. We could capsize.
There is an election looming.
I remember 1992. How energized I was, a college graduate, and rightly so, since the eight years following were those of prosperity and progress.
The eight following, not so much.
I keep hearing how resourceful and optimistic we're all supposed to be as Americans. Exceptional. The things your parents told you when you were growing up. Made ya feel good, gave ya hope and a view to the future. Possibilities were endless.
You wanna study the arts, be an actor. The stage is your oyster.
Cut to: twenty years later.
All I want to do is make sure my kids don't starve and don't wallow in too much student loan debt when their pursuing their own dreams in another 20 years.
I don't feel exceptional. I feel ordinary.
Just another object in space.
Well...here I am.
“What a whiner!” – Capt. Malcom Reynolds, Serenity
