I am clearly a child of the Facebook age. When Facebook was first created, it was only for college students, and you had to wait for your school to be added to the network before you could join. My freshman year of college, my university was added, and I created my Facebook profile the moment I found out. Since then it's been five years, and I have over 600 Facebook friends from a ton of different places. I've got my college friends of course, but not just them. Facebook's horizons have expanded and now I'm friends with people from high school, my middle school in the Chicago area, the kids of my parents' college friends that we used to meet up with about once a year, family (including both my parents...and a lot of their friends), and even my best friend from kindergarten, who I haven't seen in over sixteen years, since we were both seven. I've even added internet friends that I've never met in person, and most recently, half of the people who work at the bookstore with me.
I am instantly connected to over 600 people that I've met throughout my life with the touch of a button. I've even been posting to Facebook when I update this blog, and while I know not all 621 people I have friended will read it, if they really want to know what's going on with me it's easier than ever. People used to have to wait for Christmas cards with newsy letters about family goings-on to stay connected with friends and family, but with Facebook, keeping in contact with people is so simple that thousands and thousands of miles barely matter at all.
The trouble I have with social networking sites is that when I'm connected to so many people with so little effort, it's difficult to remember to actually take the effort to get together with people in person. Why drive four hours back to my university when I can check up on all my old friends in a matter of minutes on Facebook? Why bother to leave the house at all when I don't have to go anywhere to have a meaningful conversation with somebody? I'm a huge fan of laying around my apartment in my pajamas, so being able to keep connected with so many people without even having to get dressed seems like a blessing, right?
Except that social networking isn't a replacement for a good face-to-face conversation. One of my goals as part of being sucessfully launched is to create a strong social network in real life so that I spend less time being a couch potato and letting my life pass me by while I follow everyone else's on Facebook. And this is a huge challenge for me! I've never been good at instigating events with friends and when I was in high school I'd never call my friends, preferring to wait for them to call me so I'd be sure I wasn't imposing myself on them. So part of what I need to work on is realizing that I'm awesome and that people actually enjoy spending time with me so that I can take action and make plans with these people that I care a great deal about but haven't seen in such a long time. I need to learn to use Facebook as a tool to keep connected to people rather than as the only means of communication at all. Maybe I'll use the Events function to invite people to a holiday party or finally organize a trip to a karaoke bar for me and a few of my coworkers. With Facebook there's really no excuse to let these things slide.
~Fae
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Relaunch: Are We There Yet?
So now that Fae and I are in the midst of orchestrating our respective launch and relaunch, we thought it might be helpful to sit ourselves down and identify exactly what it will mean to us to each of us to arrive. A glimpse of what the destination is supposed to look like, so we can know we’re there once we’re there.
For me, a few things will need to have fallen into place before I can say I have been successfully relaunched. It’s about a fulfilling, rewarding, creative job. It’s about a paycheck I can be proud of. It’s about community. It’s about finding and maintaining a calm center so I can be a strong presence for children who are waxing and parents who are waning. (I was tempted to make a salon joke around the “waxing” thing, but I refrained. You’re welcome.)
This is how I envision my successfully relaunched self: I have a great part-time job; maybe something like writing and voice-over work in the media center of a college. There’s that whole office-life camaraderie, making jokes and talking about what was on the news last night. I miss co-workers, and I miss the structure of a job outside the home. Free-lancing is totally self-generated, and when I’m writing, I’m alone. I’m tired of being alone so much. If I can satisfy my need to be around people in a structured job, it seems it would be easier for me to focus on those creative endeavors that require solitude. Writing magazine articles and getting them published, for example. Finishing novel #2 and pitching it to agents. Setting up that home studio.
The “community” part of this equation may have something to do with a church, but it may not. I’ve belonged to churches that were our social center, and I’ve been at churches that fall short of providing any feeling of community at all. At the moment, we are between churches, and as a preacher’s daughter who has always been part of a church family, I feel the lack of that. But along with everything else in my life, I’m looking for something new, including a church that feeds and nurtures this new self, and I haven’t found it yet.
As for the calm center part, I could write a whole blog about that. I used to pray. I used to be able to close my eyes and breath deep and feel some sort of peaceful well inside from which to draw strength. Over the past several years, I feel like that well has gone dry. Trying to go inward has only made me anxious and restless. My Life Coach is teaching me meditation techniques. I’ve started a gratitude journal and am seeking one of those calming indoor fountains. Every day I try to quiet my mind by taking deep breaths, listening to soft music, and trying to be mindful. It’s not easy. My brain is always latching onto distractions that take me from that center. But I’m working on it.
There are many puzzle pieces in a life, and it helps to remind myself that some are already in place. For example, there is music in my life, both my band and the a cappella group. We have good friends. We feel settled in our home of two years, and are getting acquainted with our neighbors. And although my parents are failing in big and small ways, I am doing a fair job of being there for them. (Can one ever do enough?)
So, “are we there yet?” No, not yet. But we are on our way, for sure.
Callie
For me, a few things will need to have fallen into place before I can say I have been successfully relaunched. It’s about a fulfilling, rewarding, creative job. It’s about a paycheck I can be proud of. It’s about community. It’s about finding and maintaining a calm center so I can be a strong presence for children who are waxing and parents who are waning. (I was tempted to make a salon joke around the “waxing” thing, but I refrained. You’re welcome.)
This is how I envision my successfully relaunched self: I have a great part-time job; maybe something like writing and voice-over work in the media center of a college. There’s that whole office-life camaraderie, making jokes and talking about what was on the news last night. I miss co-workers, and I miss the structure of a job outside the home. Free-lancing is totally self-generated, and when I’m writing, I’m alone. I’m tired of being alone so much. If I can satisfy my need to be around people in a structured job, it seems it would be easier for me to focus on those creative endeavors that require solitude. Writing magazine articles and getting them published, for example. Finishing novel #2 and pitching it to agents. Setting up that home studio.
The “community” part of this equation may have something to do with a church, but it may not. I’ve belonged to churches that were our social center, and I’ve been at churches that fall short of providing any feeling of community at all. At the moment, we are between churches, and as a preacher’s daughter who has always been part of a church family, I feel the lack of that. But along with everything else in my life, I’m looking for something new, including a church that feeds and nurtures this new self, and I haven’t found it yet.
As for the calm center part, I could write a whole blog about that. I used to pray. I used to be able to close my eyes and breath deep and feel some sort of peaceful well inside from which to draw strength. Over the past several years, I feel like that well has gone dry. Trying to go inward has only made me anxious and restless. My Life Coach is teaching me meditation techniques. I’ve started a gratitude journal and am seeking one of those calming indoor fountains. Every day I try to quiet my mind by taking deep breaths, listening to soft music, and trying to be mindful. It’s not easy. My brain is always latching onto distractions that take me from that center. But I’m working on it.
There are many puzzle pieces in a life, and it helps to remind myself that some are already in place. For example, there is music in my life, both my band and the a cappella group. We have good friends. We feel settled in our home of two years, and are getting acquainted with our neighbors. And although my parents are failing in big and small ways, I am doing a fair job of being there for them. (Can one ever do enough?)
So, “are we there yet?” No, not yet. But we are on our way, for sure.
Callie
Launch: Are We There Yet?
So the point of this blog is supposed to be to chronicle my mom's and my launch into...well. For me I suppose it's a launch into adulthood, and for her it's a launch into some kind of newfound independence. But how do we know when we've gotten there? What has to happen before I can say "Okay, I did it"? I don't think there's going to be a moment where it just happens, but I think setting some goals...some achievable goals, is a good start.
To me being launched is going to involve being completely financially independent of my parents. Which I am not right now. I'm paying my own rent, buying my own groceries, and covering the cable and electric bills, but my parents are still generously covering my car insurance, my cellphone bill, and various other expenses that I can't quite cover on my own yet. So I guess that I'll consider myself officially launched when I'm able to pay for all that stuff on my own. The biggest goal, then, is to get a job that pays enough to cover all that stuff. I love my job at the bookstore, but that clearly isn't going to cut it forever. In fact I'm a little bit worried about my expenses for this month.
But there are other goals that I'd like to accomplish on the way. Smaller, less important things that don't really have a tangible reward at the end. For example, I'd like to get in shape and lose a little more weight. Over the last few years I've lost about 40lbs, but I have a little way to go before I'll really be comfortable in my own skin. Of course, that kind of a struggle is one of those things that I'll be worried about for the rest of my life, so I don't really want to hinge my launch on a goal like that. But I still want to set the goal so that I'm not putting it off until who knows when.
Other goals include getting involved in some kind of musical group (unfortunately, I didn't end up getting into that group I auditioned for a few weeks ago), creating a social network so that I don't spend as much time lying around at home like a lump (I'm working on this!), and getting out and finding myself a nice boy (I've never been in a serious relationship, although I've been trying to get out and date a little bit recently).
So clearly I've got a long way to go before I've officially launched, and even further before I have the kind of life that I want, but I think that just setting the goals and being where I am is a great starting point. I've moved out of my parents' house, I'm at least surviving so far (although again, my parents are still helping a lot), and I know what I want, even if I've been terrible about actually getting off my butt and getting things accomplished. It's pretty daunting to look at all the things I want to get done and how much work it's going to take to get them, but the last few years have been pretty tough, and I've discovered that I can handle a lot.
My biggest obstacle at this point is finding the motivation to get it all done. But once I figure that out, it'll be smooth sailing.
I hope.
~Fae
To me being launched is going to involve being completely financially independent of my parents. Which I am not right now. I'm paying my own rent, buying my own groceries, and covering the cable and electric bills, but my parents are still generously covering my car insurance, my cellphone bill, and various other expenses that I can't quite cover on my own yet. So I guess that I'll consider myself officially launched when I'm able to pay for all that stuff on my own. The biggest goal, then, is to get a job that pays enough to cover all that stuff. I love my job at the bookstore, but that clearly isn't going to cut it forever. In fact I'm a little bit worried about my expenses for this month.
But there are other goals that I'd like to accomplish on the way. Smaller, less important things that don't really have a tangible reward at the end. For example, I'd like to get in shape and lose a little more weight. Over the last few years I've lost about 40lbs, but I have a little way to go before I'll really be comfortable in my own skin. Of course, that kind of a struggle is one of those things that I'll be worried about for the rest of my life, so I don't really want to hinge my launch on a goal like that. But I still want to set the goal so that I'm not putting it off until who knows when.
Other goals include getting involved in some kind of musical group (unfortunately, I didn't end up getting into that group I auditioned for a few weeks ago), creating a social network so that I don't spend as much time lying around at home like a lump (I'm working on this!), and getting out and finding myself a nice boy (I've never been in a serious relationship, although I've been trying to get out and date a little bit recently).
So clearly I've got a long way to go before I've officially launched, and even further before I have the kind of life that I want, but I think that just setting the goals and being where I am is a great starting point. I've moved out of my parents' house, I'm at least surviving so far (although again, my parents are still helping a lot), and I know what I want, even if I've been terrible about actually getting off my butt and getting things accomplished. It's pretty daunting to look at all the things I want to get done and how much work it's going to take to get them, but the last few years have been pretty tough, and I've discovered that I can handle a lot.
My biggest obstacle at this point is finding the motivation to get it all done. But once I figure that out, it'll be smooth sailing.
I hope.
~Fae
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Relaunch: My Life/Career Coach (Part 1)
I can’t remember the first time I heard the term “Life Coach” (a quick Internet search suggests that Life Coaches have been around for the past twenty years, which sounds about right), but ever since that time, I’ve wished I had one.
Call me crazy, but I love the idea of having someone blowing a whistle in my face, telling me to get out there kid, and break a sweat and give your all and win, dammit, win (not that a Life Coach actually does this, of course). With the kind of work I do—freelance writing and voice-overs—it’s important to be self-motivated and self-structured. And I am definitely not these things, especially not lately, in this scattered funk of mine. Somehow over the years, I’ve had reasonable success in spite of my unorganized self, but how much more successful might I be with a Life Coach? This, I decided, is the perfect time to bring in some help. Someone to make me better than I am. Or at least, better than I’m able to be on my own.
And so, a few months ago, I was referred to someone I will call Coach. Coach is not a burly ex-football player in a sweatshirt with a beer gut who yells at me to get out there, suck it up, and win one for the Gipper. Coach is actually a very civilized, lovely woman about my age with a gentle demeanor, a soothing voice, and a warm, encouraging smile.
“What is it you need help trying to achieve?” she asked.
“Well.” I took a deep breath and consulted my list.
My goals include, but are not limited to: Learn the software to set up my own home voice-over studio (for which I’ve already bought all the equipment), hook into online voice-over services, continue to pitch my completed novel until I score an agent, finish writing my second novel and send it to my mentor for critiquing, generate more non-fiction articles for magazines and newspapers, find out how to market my writing on the Internet, finish editing my essays and short stories and send them out for potential publication, possibly get a part-time job outside the house, continue writing and marketing this blog with my daughter. (Those are just the professional goals, now here come some of the personal ones): Get to the gym at least three times a week, care for my new puppy, take guitar lessons and practice daily, promote my band so we can get more gigs, promote my a cappella group so we can get more gigs, find time to journal and meditate to feed my spiritual side, take a poetry class, get back into my art, possibly take a class in pastel drawing, care for my elderly parents, look into volunteer work...
When I glanced back up at Coach, she looked a little dazed. “Traditionally, I get two kinds of clients,” she told me. “Some people come to me not knowing what they want to do with their lives. And others come to me with tons of energy, too many things they want to do, and no idea where to start.”
Uh huh. Well, it’s pretty clear which category I fall under. And so, our work begins.
-Callie
Call me crazy, but I love the idea of having someone blowing a whistle in my face, telling me to get out there kid, and break a sweat and give your all and win, dammit, win (not that a Life Coach actually does this, of course). With the kind of work I do—freelance writing and voice-overs—it’s important to be self-motivated and self-structured. And I am definitely not these things, especially not lately, in this scattered funk of mine. Somehow over the years, I’ve had reasonable success in spite of my unorganized self, but how much more successful might I be with a Life Coach? This, I decided, is the perfect time to bring in some help. Someone to make me better than I am. Or at least, better than I’m able to be on my own.
And so, a few months ago, I was referred to someone I will call Coach. Coach is not a burly ex-football player in a sweatshirt with a beer gut who yells at me to get out there, suck it up, and win one for the Gipper. Coach is actually a very civilized, lovely woman about my age with a gentle demeanor, a soothing voice, and a warm, encouraging smile.
“What is it you need help trying to achieve?” she asked.
“Well.” I took a deep breath and consulted my list.
My goals include, but are not limited to: Learn the software to set up my own home voice-over studio (for which I’ve already bought all the equipment), hook into online voice-over services, continue to pitch my completed novel until I score an agent, finish writing my second novel and send it to my mentor for critiquing, generate more non-fiction articles for magazines and newspapers, find out how to market my writing on the Internet, finish editing my essays and short stories and send them out for potential publication, possibly get a part-time job outside the house, continue writing and marketing this blog with my daughter. (Those are just the professional goals, now here come some of the personal ones): Get to the gym at least three times a week, care for my new puppy, take guitar lessons and practice daily, promote my band so we can get more gigs, promote my a cappella group so we can get more gigs, find time to journal and meditate to feed my spiritual side, take a poetry class, get back into my art, possibly take a class in pastel drawing, care for my elderly parents, look into volunteer work...
When I glanced back up at Coach, she looked a little dazed. “Traditionally, I get two kinds of clients,” she told me. “Some people come to me not knowing what they want to do with their lives. And others come to me with tons of energy, too many things they want to do, and no idea where to start.”
Uh huh. Well, it’s pretty clear which category I fall under. And so, our work begins.
-Callie
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Launch: Reaching Out
The highlight of my college years was the a cappella group I was a part of during my four (and a half) years there. I've loved singing since I can remember, and being a part of a group singing in tight harmony is one of the best feelings in the world. Since I graduated from college, I've been feeling a sense of loss. Having a creative outlet like a cappella was something that made me happy. Even when I was at my lowest, I looked forward to rehearsals, when I could just sing and make music and know that I was good at something. I've been watching the new show Glee obsessively, getting nostalgic for the singing groups I was a member of starting in fourth grade. I miss it so much.
Luckily, a few weeks ago, at a cousin's wedding, I happened to meet a guy from the Boston area who is in an a cappella group. We got talking about singing and arranging songs, and how much fun it is to be a part of a group, and then and there, without ever hearing me sing, he offered me an audition for his group. I was beyond excited at the prospect of singing a cappella again, but didn't really expect this random guy I met at a wedding to follow through.
But what do you know, a few days later I got an email from the leader of the group inviting me to come to one of their rehearsals and audition. I went into Boston two weeks ago (getting a bit lost on the way there), and sang for them and with them and just being able to sing with a group, even if it was only for a few minutes...I felt whole. I was really nervous and didn't sing my best, but I did what I could and went home with my fingers crossed.
Two days later I recieved an email telling me that I'd received a callback, and last night I went back into Boston (getting lost again) to sing with them for a second time. I was less nervous this time, and I think I did well, but you never know. Now I'm just waiting to hear back from them, checking my email every few minutes obsessively.
I really hope I get in. Singing is my favorite thing to do in the entire world, and I feel like it's important to have it be a part of my life, even if everything else is a little crazy. If I don't get in, God forbid, then I think my next step will be to look for another singing group in the area. It's too important to me to let go.
Wish me luck!
~Fae
Luckily, a few weeks ago, at a cousin's wedding, I happened to meet a guy from the Boston area who is in an a cappella group. We got talking about singing and arranging songs, and how much fun it is to be a part of a group, and then and there, without ever hearing me sing, he offered me an audition for his group. I was beyond excited at the prospect of singing a cappella again, but didn't really expect this random guy I met at a wedding to follow through.
But what do you know, a few days later I got an email from the leader of the group inviting me to come to one of their rehearsals and audition. I went into Boston two weeks ago (getting a bit lost on the way there), and sang for them and with them and just being able to sing with a group, even if it was only for a few minutes...I felt whole. I was really nervous and didn't sing my best, but I did what I could and went home with my fingers crossed.
Two days later I recieved an email telling me that I'd received a callback, and last night I went back into Boston (getting lost again) to sing with them for a second time. I was less nervous this time, and I think I did well, but you never know. Now I'm just waiting to hear back from them, checking my email every few minutes obsessively.
I really hope I get in. Singing is my favorite thing to do in the entire world, and I feel like it's important to have it be a part of my life, even if everything else is a little crazy. If I don't get in, God forbid, then I think my next step will be to look for another singing group in the area. It's too important to me to let go.
Wish me luck!
~Fae
Monday, October 12, 2009
Relaunch: Failure
Failure. Now there’s a word that’s a slam to the gut. No matter what the circumstances are, failure claws at your self-esteem, and it hurts. It’s about feeling less-than. It’s about having your sense of worth compromised in a huge way. And it’s also about worrying that you’ve dropped down a peg or two in the eyes of the people who believe in you, no matter how sympathetic they are.
Failure is not something I’ve had a lot of experience with, and for that, I’m incredibly grateful. When I worked fulltime in radio, I felt valued and respected and wanted for the job I did and the person I was. When the babies were born and I had to cut back my hours, it was made known to me that I had a fulltime job waiting for me whenever I wanted to come back, and they wished it would be soon. That was the opposite of failure. And it felt good.
But that was also twenty-three years ago. About a year ago, when I decided I wanted to make the leap from free-spirited freelancer to fulltime employee (with benefits and everything) for the first time in nearly a quarter-century, those jobs were obviously not still waiting for me.
So I found something completely different. Just about ten months ago, I hooked up with a medical company in the corporate sector. The job involved voice-over work and writing, so at first glance, it seemed like the perfect fit. I figured I could handle the hour commute each way, and actually looked forward to the structure of a nine-to-five life. They hired me as a contract worker for a three-month trial period to start, making more money than I’d ever seen before in any job, ever. It was an exciting time.
Well, for a little while. It didn't take long to realize this company was a horrible fit for me. I was not cut out for the mind-numbing hours, the negative management style, the technological challenges, the nearly non-existent training, and the fact that I ended up not doing what I was hired for. It almost seemed I was being primed to fail. To sum up, I lasted only two months. I wish I could say I got fed up and stormed out of that dysfunctional situation with my head high and my pride intact, but that’s not what happened. Even though I was miserable and cried almost every night on my way home from work, I was too damn stubborn to give up. I ended up getting blind-sided in the HR office, my supervisor too much of a coward even to be present, and was told—very kindly and sympathetically, I might add—that I was no longer an employee. And so I went to my desk, gathered my things, said goodbye to my co-workers and tried not to blubber. In short, it was humiliating.
A friend told me recently that failure is simply the manifestation of being in the wrong place, and that makes perfect sense to me. I did not belong in that company. But the fact remains that I worked hard, and couldn’t make it work. I failed. I was a failure.
But if failure is being in the wrong place, then success is being in the right place, and I’m hot on its trail. Most days, I’m happy to report that I set out with optimism, reminding myself of all the skills I possess, all the possibilities I know in front of me. And most days I can quiet the new, mean voice in the back of my head that whispers, and you might fail at this, too.
Most days.
-Callie
Failure is not something I’ve had a lot of experience with, and for that, I’m incredibly grateful. When I worked fulltime in radio, I felt valued and respected and wanted for the job I did and the person I was. When the babies were born and I had to cut back my hours, it was made known to me that I had a fulltime job waiting for me whenever I wanted to come back, and they wished it would be soon. That was the opposite of failure. And it felt good.
But that was also twenty-three years ago. About a year ago, when I decided I wanted to make the leap from free-spirited freelancer to fulltime employee (with benefits and everything) for the first time in nearly a quarter-century, those jobs were obviously not still waiting for me.
So I found something completely different. Just about ten months ago, I hooked up with a medical company in the corporate sector. The job involved voice-over work and writing, so at first glance, it seemed like the perfect fit. I figured I could handle the hour commute each way, and actually looked forward to the structure of a nine-to-five life. They hired me as a contract worker for a three-month trial period to start, making more money than I’d ever seen before in any job, ever. It was an exciting time.
Well, for a little while. It didn't take long to realize this company was a horrible fit for me. I was not cut out for the mind-numbing hours, the negative management style, the technological challenges, the nearly non-existent training, and the fact that I ended up not doing what I was hired for. It almost seemed I was being primed to fail. To sum up, I lasted only two months. I wish I could say I got fed up and stormed out of that dysfunctional situation with my head high and my pride intact, but that’s not what happened. Even though I was miserable and cried almost every night on my way home from work, I was too damn stubborn to give up. I ended up getting blind-sided in the HR office, my supervisor too much of a coward even to be present, and was told—very kindly and sympathetically, I might add—that I was no longer an employee. And so I went to my desk, gathered my things, said goodbye to my co-workers and tried not to blubber. In short, it was humiliating.
A friend told me recently that failure is simply the manifestation of being in the wrong place, and that makes perfect sense to me. I did not belong in that company. But the fact remains that I worked hard, and couldn’t make it work. I failed. I was a failure.
But if failure is being in the wrong place, then success is being in the right place, and I’m hot on its trail. Most days, I’m happy to report that I set out with optimism, reminding myself of all the skills I possess, all the possibilities I know in front of me. And most days I can quiet the new, mean voice in the back of my head that whispers, and you might fail at this, too.
Most days.
-Callie
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Launch: Settling In
One again, procrastination has gotten the better of me and I'm sitting at the kitchen table at my parents' house churning out a blog at the very last second. Since the last time I wrote, I've officially moved into my apartment! Woohoo! I'm not living with my parents anymore! This, in and of itself, is a huge accomplishment, one that I'm extremely proud of. I've been actually sleeping there, in my own bed, in my own room, in my own apartment, for almost two weeks. I think I've gotten used to it, to an extent, the way I got used to dorm rooms and sleeping in bunks at summer camp, but it's definitely not home yet.
Part of the reason for that is that I still haven't moved most of my furniture from my bedroom at home to the apartment. My bedroom is mostly empty, save for the bed (full-sized with wheels on the frame so it slides around on the hardwood floors whenever I move in the middle of the night), a few laundry baskets of clean laundry, and several boxes of books that I have yet to unpack which are currently serving as tables for my lamps. It's sufficient for now, but my mom keeps reminding me that getting completely settled in and making it my own will make me a lot happier in the long run. Now to find a time when my parents aren't busy on a day when I'm also free so we can haul bureaus and bookcases up those three flights of stairs.
The best part of being away from home, so far, is my roommate. Let's call her Roomie, for convenience's sake. I met Roomie online about three years ago through my personal blog, and when we found out we lived two towns away from one another we immediately had to meet for lunch and have never looked back. We're ridiculously compatible in so many ways, both easygoing and open-minded, both a little messy, and both kind of addicted to the internet. Even when we're just chilling on the couch, both glued to our laptops, we can share what's going on and understand the context, which is something my parents never really got. We laugh a lot. And we're both at the same places in our lives. This is her first time living away from home (other than college of course) too, and while she's got a career started (she's a preschool teacher), we can commiserate on nearly everything. We're both helpless with the opposite sex, we both hate doing dishes, and we were both eccstatic about the shower curtain we bought, which features a map of the world. I couldn't have wished for a better roommate.
So now that that's all out of the way, I guess it's time for step two, which is finding a better-paying job. I just got my review at the bookstore where I've been working for about a year, and while I scored "skilled" in every area, because of these economic times they can't give me a raise. I make $8.25 an hour. There's something to be said for having a job I absolutely love, but I clearly can't work there forever. So there it is, right in front of me. That next hurdle to jump over. The dreaded job search. I've bought several books at my bookstore on finding the job that's right for you and all that, but have yet to crack them open. Damn you, procrastination.
~Fae
Part of the reason for that is that I still haven't moved most of my furniture from my bedroom at home to the apartment. My bedroom is mostly empty, save for the bed (full-sized with wheels on the frame so it slides around on the hardwood floors whenever I move in the middle of the night), a few laundry baskets of clean laundry, and several boxes of books that I have yet to unpack which are currently serving as tables for my lamps. It's sufficient for now, but my mom keeps reminding me that getting completely settled in and making it my own will make me a lot happier in the long run. Now to find a time when my parents aren't busy on a day when I'm also free so we can haul bureaus and bookcases up those three flights of stairs.
The best part of being away from home, so far, is my roommate. Let's call her Roomie, for convenience's sake. I met Roomie online about three years ago through my personal blog, and when we found out we lived two towns away from one another we immediately had to meet for lunch and have never looked back. We're ridiculously compatible in so many ways, both easygoing and open-minded, both a little messy, and both kind of addicted to the internet. Even when we're just chilling on the couch, both glued to our laptops, we can share what's going on and understand the context, which is something my parents never really got. We laugh a lot. And we're both at the same places in our lives. This is her first time living away from home (other than college of course) too, and while she's got a career started (she's a preschool teacher), we can commiserate on nearly everything. We're both helpless with the opposite sex, we both hate doing dishes, and we were both eccstatic about the shower curtain we bought, which features a map of the world. I couldn't have wished for a better roommate.
So now that that's all out of the way, I guess it's time for step two, which is finding a better-paying job. I just got my review at the bookstore where I've been working for about a year, and while I scored "skilled" in every area, because of these economic times they can't give me a raise. I make $8.25 an hour. There's something to be said for having a job I absolutely love, but I clearly can't work there forever. So there it is, right in front of me. That next hurdle to jump over. The dreaded job search. I've bought several books at my bookstore on finding the job that's right for you and all that, but have yet to crack them open. Damn you, procrastination.
~Fae
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