Both my parents were in the ICU at Archbold Medical Center in Thomasville, my father with a broken neck and my mother with a fractured lower back. A truck had smashed into their SUV as they drove home from their Florida vacation.
I never got to do an actual work day with my dad but I would have loved it if he let me, simply for the glimpse into the shadow world of what adults do for so many hours away from home.
So this was what I chose to do with my $500. I looked around the room for some sign of additional perks. Didn’t we get books? A pamphlet? Some handouts?
Five years ago, I applied to a visitor services position at a museum that I was really hoping to get, and had a positive interview experience. Sadly, I didn’t get the job, but someone gave me that tip that I should ask the interviewer about the outstanding qualities they found in the candidate they ended up choosing as a way for me to get feedback for improvement. Have you ever received feedback from a potential employer about your interview performance or how they perceived your skills and experience? Is this too much to ask?
We’ve been long distance for the past six months and have three months to go. My girlfriend studies German at a university, and as a part of her coursework she had to embark on her year abroad last September. The experience has been, besides predictably shitty, interesting. Over the past few years, I’ve somehow seen a lot of friends in long distance relationships—some of whom have managed it with frightening efficiency, others who have had giant burning messes. All things considered, my girlfriend and I have done pretty well.
Over my years I have noticed that, the more exciting and important a position is, the less willing any company seems to be to hire from within.
My coworkers have provided for me in ways that are less quantifiable than money, career, or real estate: it’s been in venting sessions over drinks, showing up to my events, movie nights, hugs, holidays spent together, and general support.
The first week of 2015, I decided to KonMarie my life. The concept of spring cleaning never made much sense to me. Spring brings flowers, allergies, sunny weather and a sun that doesn’t really set until at least 7 p.m. Spring is made for being enjoyed outdoors with the sun on your shoulders, not in your musty apartment, marveling at moths and finding new and inventive ways to store the scarves you stress-knit or the sweaters you bought when you were sick of everything else. It was decidedly winter out—cold, blustery, with traces of snow still on the ground. I decided that the new year was the best time.