As a requirement for a refund for a certificate program I was reading about, the certification company requests the following:
• A copy of all 20 official rejection letters (for job applications).
This company knows what they’re doing. I know few men or women who would debase themselves enough to admit, “Yes, I got turned down for twenty different jobs worldwide. I am educated and intelligent, but still have nothing to offer the world. I want my $1000 back.”
Phil loves mullets.
I mention this because I found out who my new boss will be today. He’s got an insanely long mullet. I’ve heard the name “Van Halen” applied to him more than once.
In any case, seems like I’ve got a cool boss. You can’t _not_ be cool with hair like that.
Speaking of hair, I haven’t had a haircut since I moved to Seattle. I honestly don’t think I’ve had a haircut since I came here too look for jobs in October. Needless to say, the hair is getting shaggy. I’d love to do something exciting with it, but I don’t want to put in the effort (or money). If only I knew some college girls who’d cut my hair for me… dang.
I miss my Nebraska women. Y’all rock harder than a mullet.
I took a phone call today. No surprise there. However, this particular call lasted two hours and fifteen minutes, involved calls to three other departments, I talked to two individuals from the original calling location, and had to take one break to breathe while my brain attempted to catch up with the situation.
Even with the call over, I have follow-up to do in a week.
Needless to say, I never want to spend more than two hours on the phone with anyone unless I’m talking to a woman I consider stunningly beautiful and worthy of my time.
Sure, I spent most of the call talking to a girl who sounded my age (you’d be surprised how much you can stereotype people by the sound of their voice), but what good does that do me?
Mmm, turkey. It’s worked out that I won’t have to suffer my own cooking for Thanksgiving — I’ve been invited to be an extra at the dinner of a local family I know. Score one for the good guy! Yes, I am a good guy.
So work’s been fine so far. It’s nothing all that exciting, but I’m excited that they’ve actually got a well defined training program. The company is a lot stricter than others I’ve worked for in the past, but I can live with that. Being on time and having integrity aren’t undesirable qualities to attain.
I’m already planning for the future, and by “future” I mean career. It’s kinda cool how many opportunities I’ll have within the next few years in this respect. This is my first job that actually has any potential to lead somewhere. After one year to 15 months I can aim for my first promotion, and this could be as big as a 15% pay raise depending on which position I get.
This isn’t even taking into account other opportunities pending completion of related graduate school courses and deciding what I want to do with my life.
But regardless of all of that, I’m enjoying being placed in an environment where I can learn a lot about something interesting (holy crap does a lot go into wireless technology), knowing that I’m not in a dead-end job, and experiencing a different local environment than I’m used to.
The rain isn’t causing any nervous breakdowns yet, but it’s strange to adjust to. I realized today that the rain has me feeling like I’m in the wrong season — it’s not winter-like enough. But I’ll adjust as best as I can.
And heck, if I don’t like it I can move to California in a year to 15 months. I’ve always wanted to live in Paradise. California is my Eden with the major differences being that when I left it no angels with giant swords were posted to guard against my return. Therefore, I can return to California.
Oh, California…
… it’s off to work I go.
