Friday, September 24, 2004

I'm so Lucky

I think that I'm the luckiest person in the world. I am sitting here bored out of my mind waiting for 5:00 to roll around so I can get away from work and start my weekend, and I'm as lucky as a girl can be. Does that confuse you? I'll explain- the reason I can't wait to get out of work is because after work I'm going to go home and take a shower, get myself all clean and pretty, and then I'm going to put on my nice clothes and go meet Myles for a date. He's taking me out for dinner to celebrate my new job. I love him so much! And that's why I'm the luckiest person in the world, because I have him to daydream about when I'm stuck in the office with nothing to do.

Thursday, September 23, 2004

And the Winner Is....

Monday was awful. I waited, and waited, and waited some more. I had to go to work Monday morning, which was the last thing I was interested in doing at that point, and I must have checked my messages 5 times before my first break. Then my mom left me a message letting me know that they had called my dad's work to get a reference for me. That was maddening! I knew they were making their decision, and all I could do was wait to get the call. I agonized because I had considered sending a follow-up letter after the interviews, but since I didn't have a printer, I really couldn't write one without driving all the way to Templeton just to use my parent's printer. I kept thinking, "you should have done it, you should have taken the extra effort to get that letter sent, it might make the difference you need if they're deciding between you and another applicant...." Over and over I kept playing different scenarios of how I might have possibly made a different or better impression, what if I had answered that question differently, anything!

Finally at lunchtime the message was there for me. I called back and got the answering machine, so I left a message of my own. Then I had to wait some more! I listened to the message several times trying to figure out if I could tell by the tone in her voice if she was calling to congratulate me, or if there was that "I'm so sorry I have to disappoint you" tone in her voice. But I couldn't tell. I had to wait. Finally, the office manager called back.

I GOT IT!!!!!


They offered me a really nice position- Dispensing optician, full time, 40 hours a week, no weekends, starting at 50 cents an hour more than I'm making now. Sweet!! I am so, so happy about this I can't find words for it. I gave notice that same day. Of course, that dampened my excitement a bit. I felt so bad giving notice to an employer who's been so great. But this opportunity is more than I can ignore. They've been generous as it is, giving me over 30 hours a week when the job could be done in as little as 20. So I really appreciate them, and I'm sorry to leave. But I know it's for the best. I am so excited about this new job, I know it's going to be great. I feel like this is exactly what I should be doing, that I'm right where I should be. It's really nice to have so much peace about the decision I've made, instead of the usual agonizing and vasillating, the fear of change. I'm scared of this change, too, but it's different. I know I can do this. I know this change is for the best.

Well my first full day is October 1st. I'll be blogging all about it later. Right now I'm hungry, and I want some food.

Wednesday, September 22, 2004

Should I?

I just realized a few days ago when I was blogging that I can save an entry but not have it show up on my website. That's a very tempting thing to me, because there are so many things I wish I could blog that I don't want anyone else to see. Things that I would like to write (or type) down, but that I am uncomfortable letting others know about. Mostly these personal things are about my feelings, or things I think about to myself, or things that have happened to me that are very special but not something I can share. And now I feel so tempted to blog those things. I don't know if I will or not, but I'm sure thinking about it...

Monday, September 20, 2004

The Interrogation

"You're late!"

I knew she was joking, but I was a little bit rattled when those were the first words I heard as I walked into the office for my second interview. My appointment was at 5:30, and I was rushing in at 5:32. Normally I wouldn't allow myself to be so late (in fact, I like to be early), but I think it was excusable, seeing as how there was an emergency patient call I took at my office which came in at 4:50, which meant I didn't end up closing the office and leaving until 5:15. Then I rushed to my place and threw on my nice clothes, and fought traffic at about 95 mph all the way to Morro Bay. All in all, I think I made it there in pretty good time. I was led into the doctor's office and left to wait.

Five minutes later the doctor came in and introduced herself. Apparently she had had a busy day, too, because she still seemed very tired and like her mind was full of other things.

"Hi, Kim, it's nice to meet you. Would you like some water?"

"Yes, thank you." (I hadn't eaten yet, and I was both hungry and thirsty.)

She disappeared for a few minutes and returned with two cold bottles of water. Oh, it tasted so good! I enjoyed my water and watched as she sat down and arranged some papers on the desk. We exchanged a few pleasantries about how busy it can be in an office, and the traffic in SLO, and then got down to business.

"So I know that my office manager has already told you a little bit about the office and the position we have available; I'd like to ask you some different questions..."

I looked at her as she opened the folded papers in front of her- at least three sheets of paper with questions typed on them. *gulp* Now I'm starting to feel pretty comfortable with the whole process of hiring and interviewing, and I think I'm becoming fairly good at giving a decent interview, but I was not prepared for what would come next. She proceeded to begin drilling me with questions- "Tell me about why you want this job. Why are you leaving the office you're in now? What classes did you take in college? What about high school? Which class in high school did you like best and why? Which class did you like least and why? What are your strengths? What are your weaknesses? How do you deal with difficult patients? What about difficulties with co-workers? How do you feel about filing? About doing duties that aren't necessarily part of the job you were hired for? How do you feel about elderly people? What would you do in this or that scenario? What are your goals for the future? Where do you see yourself in 5 years? In 10 years?..."

The list went on and on. The whole time she was talking with me she kept eye contact. It really started to bother me after a little while, because she would look at me and ask a questions, and then as I answered she would begin taking notes, but never break her eye contact with me. I was sitting there looking at her and fighting the urge to look away or look down while still concentrating on answering her questions intelligently. It was one of the most difficult things I've ever done, to sit there and concentrate on answering these questions with that kind of distraction. It was maddening, she just kept that eye contact and continued calmly writing down everything I said. I kept wondering if she would even be able to read what she had written after she was done. I almost think she did it on purpose to try and fluster me, just to see how I'd handle it. All in all, it was very disconcerting, but I think I handled it well.

Afterward she showed me around the office again and explained where things were and more of how the office worked. The interview lasted almost 2 and a half hours. I finally got home at almost 8 completely exhausted. I was so glad it was friday, because my mind was mush. I felt like I had been in some kind of psychological battle or something, I just couldn't think anymore. But it's done now. I was so tired afterwards, and worried. I was worried that I might not be offered the job, even after all the effort and mental energy I had put towards it. I kept thinking to myself, if they liked me enough to interview me for a total of 3 and a half hours, why didn't they offer me the job right then and there? I knew the soonest I would hear from them was Monday. I had all weekend to worry about it, and believe me, I worried a lot.

Saturday, September 18, 2004

Opportunity Knocks

I have had a lot happen to me this past week. I don't think that I can fit it all into one blog entry, partly because I don't have the time to type it all, and partly because I don't know how the story is going to end just yet. But I can start with what's happend so far, anyway. It all started last weekend when opportunity knocked.

Last weekend I was cleaning the office and thinking to myself that I really, really hate cleaning the office on the weekends. I want my weekends to myself. The only reason I even agreed to clean the office was because I desperately needed more hours. Even though I have a good job and I work in a really nice office, I would like to work at my job and not have to do additional things (like janitorial work) to make ends meet. Sure, I can do it, and I am doing it, but I'd rather just do one job at a time. So I am cleaning and thinking along these lines when the vacuum cleaner starts acting funny. Then it starts acting really funny and making a strange noise. As I turn the &!@% thing off, I notice a thin wisp of smoke trailing out from the engine vents.


Why me?.....

At first I thought that it was my fault. I had been suspecting that the bag was getting full, but I had been avoiding changing it for two reasons: A) I didn't have a new bag to put into it, and B) I didn't know how to install a new bag even if I had one, and C) I didn't really care that much, mainly because of that certain weekend laziness that tends to kick in on weekends. Yes, I know that that's technically three reasons, but I don't really feel like going back and fixing what I already wrote, and who cares, it's my blog and no one reads it anyway. So I'm kicking myself thinking that I ruined the office vacuum cleaner and it's gonna come out of my paycheck. Combined with the I-hate-cleaning-the-office feelings I had been experiencing earlier, I wasn't feeling exactly warm and fuzzy about my work that day. So I went and bought a newspaper. I went straight to the employment listings, and what did I find? A want ad for an Optometry office in Morro Bay looking for an optician. "experience preferred, will train right person" Ding ding ding ding ding!!! We have a winner!! Well, it didn't quite happen like that, but it certainly caught my attention. I munched on it for a day, then decided I would send in my resume. I updated my list of accomplishments and printed it out with a nice cover letter, got up first thing on Monday morning and dressed myself real nice to make a good first impression, and dropped it off with the office manager. I wasn't very sure they would respond at all, so I was very surprised that by lunchtime that same day I had a message on my phone from the office manager asking me for an interview. Wow. I went in for the interview on Thursday morning and I think it went really well. The gal who interviewed me was nice, and the office looked very nice and well run. I was briefly introduced to the other staff members, who seemed friendly, too. That day I left and went back to work at 1, and when I checked my phone at 5, I had a message asking me to come back in for a second interview with the doctor herself. Wow again! I called back at about 5:10, and they asked me if I could come in at 5:30. I already had plans that I couldn't ignore, so I had to say no. The receptionist put me on hold, then the doctor came to the phone to talk to me herself. She asked again if I could come at 5:30, and I said no, I'm sorry I can't. So she says, "well if you can't come in tonight, do you think you can make it tomorrow?" I said yes, and arranged with her that we would meet at 5:30 the next day, Friday. She said she was looking forward to meeting me, we exchanged some pleasantries, and we hung up.


Now maybe its just me, but things seemed to be moving a little bit fast at that point. I was still trying to figure out how on earth I had suddenly found myself back in the world of resumes and interviews, when I'm getting called in for the formal "second interview". Translation: "we're seriously considering hiring you". And this isn't just some side job like I've always held in the past. I wouldn't be working part time doing busywork for someone else, or a receptionist answering phones all day and filing paperwork, I'd be an optician. That's like, a real career! We're talking full time, salary, benefits, retirement package, paid time off, the works. C-A-R-E-E-R. I know I'm making a big deal out of that, but I'm still getting used to the possibility that maybe I'm finally going to be getting a career. I've always wanted one, but I've never been able to, being a college student and all. And now, all of a sudden, before my very eyes, the possibility is presenting itself. I am so excited!

But I'm losing my train of thought. At that point, I was starting to get really nervous. I was only just recovered from the nervousness of the interview I'd had that same morning, and already I had to start preparing myself to meet with the doctor who would be hiring me. She had sounded very professional on the phone, very "let's get to the point". Shrewd, I think would be a good word to describe my initial impression of her. So I started preparing myself mentally for my second interview. I felt like a deer in headlights when I thought about how the next day was going to go. I was going to be working from 9-5, then I had to get back to my apartment and change clothes, then drive through that typical end-of-the-day traffic to get to Morro Bay by 5:30. That's cutting it pretty close. I knew timing would be everything, and I was worried. I just wanted it to be over.

That night I couldn't stop thinking about my upcoming interview, and I did some pretty stupid stuff to try and get my mind off of it that didn't help much. I thought I had been in enough interviews to know pretty much everything I should expect, but I didn't have any idea what was in store for me. But this entry is already getting pretty long, so I'm going to stop for now. When I blog again, I'll describe the details of my second interview. Or, as I've started thinking of it, The Interrogation.

Saturday, September 11, 2004

I got an email with this quote in it, its not your typical feel-good-happy-happy-joy-joy quote:

"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand - champagne in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming WOO HOO - What a Ride!"


yeah, that's cool

Friday, September 10, 2004


So today is friday. I'm glad I made it through this week. Even though it was a short week it seemed to go by so slowly. But now it's the weekend! yay! I still have to clean the office, but that doesn't take very long, the hardest part is getting my butt over there and actually doing it. Of course, after I'm done I feel really good because my weekend is officially started. So that's what I'm going to do tomorrow, it will be nice to have it done. Also while I'm at the office I'm going to make copies of our new music for choir. It takes a while, but I like doing it for the choir. I can't make donations in money or things to buy for the group, so I give by making time to do stuff like boring copies. I also make the parts tapes for people who don't read music. I enjoy doing that, because it's something I do really well and I know that it helps people in the choir. Now that we have new music I need to start learning it and get the new one going. Well, first copy the music. That's what I plan on doing tomorrow.

Tonight my dad asked me if I would think about singing a solo at our Thanksgiving concert. This is that big, whoop-lah solo that all the people in the choir have been squabbling over, that I never thought I'd get much of a chance at. Dad said that even though the other women who have sung it are much better singers than I am in the technical side of things, he likes my interpretation the best. He asked me if I would be willing to work on my problem spots, and start improving my tone, etc. so I could be ready to sing in November. I'm really glad that he asked me, and I want to do my very best. So I'm going to start working on it again. I hope I do well. I want him to see that I can do this, that I'm improving in my abilities and that I can be a capable soloist. I'll try my best, and I told him that. So this weekend I'll also start doing my vocal exercises again. That's in addition to the 30 to 90 minutes of piano practice I've added to my schedule so I can learn a new song, also at the request of my dad. He wants me to play a few classical peices on the piano as prelude music while people are coming in and sitting down before the concert. So I'm practicing until my arms are sore, then I rest a few days, then I practice again. At first I didn't see much progress and I was very discouraged, but this last week I'm finally starting to see little improvements. So I'll be singing and playing excercises on the piano, devoting probably 1-2 or more hours a day to improving my musical abilities. Man, it feels good! :)

Well I think I'm going to go to bed now. I have all this stuff in my head that I'm thinking about, and if I keep typing it, I'll be typing all night. I'd rather save my fingers for the piano. So, good night!

Wednesday, September 08, 2004

sha lala la la lala....

I have green eyes. They're a nice color, a lot like my mom's but darker in color. Some people have called them hazel, which I think sounds very descriptive but isn't really accurate. The thing I like most about my eyes are that underneath the green, there are little flecks of brown. In the right light, my eyes even seem completely brown, which I think is really cool. I even got some contacts that I wear sometimes that change my eyes brown, and it looks natural, you can't really tell that I'm wearing the contacts. Sure, I love my green eyes. I think they're the best part of me. But I like it when I have brown eyes, too.

We're going to eat at Applebee's now. Mmmmm, food.

Thursday, September 02, 2004

it's been a hard day

We're moved in. Sort of. There's still some stuff left at our old place that needs to be gathered up, and the place needs to be cleaned, and all the stuff in our new place is in disarray, you can't find anything... but we're done for tonight. I am so, so tired. I must have gone up and down those stairs about a million times, lugging boxes and bags and all kinds of junk. Now all I want to do is sleep. No, first eat. And drink. Then sleep. Then work tomorrow, then back to the unpacking. *sigh* Wish me luck!