Mental Floss and Some Ownage
There's a new book coming out called Mental Floss, it's a collection of trivia tidbits and whatnot. In any case, I thought the title was kind of neat, something that probably describes this post. The cracks between my brain lobes are being cleaned out.
I've expressed to some people my beef with blog entries that are play-by-play reviews of someone's day. Ask me about it later if you actually care. Anyhoo, there are exceptions (eating my own words now), and today feels like one of those days. With my current state of joblessness, I've had more time to reflect on a lot of things. Where I thought I would be 2 years ago, where God has actually led me, and where things are headed. Television shows like The Swan or CSI: New York City. How to carry on conversations with certain individuals without feeling defensive (or impatient). Where the month of May has gone. To quote the King of Siam, "etc etc etc". So much so that last night I spent 3 hours tossing and turning in bed, and couldn't fall asleep until 3:30, despite my hardest efforts to black out. Bad move, seeing as how I had an interview at 8:45 in the morning. To make things a little more fun, this is what happened in the next 24 hours, to make a point which will become more apparent at the end.
3:30am - fell asleep.
6:00 - woke up, insomnia kicked back in, no point in trying to catch more shut eye.
6:30 - looked up interview information (net was down previous night); navigator was down, meaning I went into the interview with a job description in my head that's 2 weeks old.
7:30 - left the house. Saw backup of traffic on 403, decided to take city roads.
8:30 - after many stoopid detours, actually left the city of Mississauga. Unprecedented freaking out ensued.
9:10 - arrived at office in North York, many apologies said, interview was in exam format. I was actually presented with a stapled booklet with numbered questions, each question given an allocation of marks (totalled 100?). Anyhoo I was more grilled than a cheese sandwich. Oh, and what business program doesn't teach you how to write memos? Because I had to pull one out of my wazoo to end things off, guess the onus was on me.
10:20 - got stuck in a parking lot b/c I didn't realize that when you get through the gates with a credit card, they don't give you a ticket to display on your dashboard. Long story short, I got out.
So I had a bit more time to think about the day thus far. It felt like someone wrote Murphy on my forehead b/c everything that could've gone wrong, went wrong. The school called to ask why they received a call saying I hadn't showed up yet. I would like to think that it's God's way of beating things into my stubborn head? Who knows. It got a bit better though, there was another interview lined up for next week. Anyhoo I was in dire need of a nap, which is what I took.
6:40pm - got ready to leave for a meeting in Scarborough at 7:30
6:45 - phone call from one of the guys who interviewed me (Mr.L). He was peeved b/c the home number I put on my resume was wrong. Who would've thought. He ended up annoying some other guy b/c he left messages on his machine thinking it was me. Hah...so he told me to send my reference as requested during the interview. Uhhh what? So I again pulled something out of my wazoo and faxed it off to him.
7:15 - closed the front door of the house behind me. The phone rang. It was Mr.L, saying the contact person was too "simple" in nature and requested 2 other references who know me better by 8am tomorrow morning. So I emailed my prof and called IKEA.
8:00 - got to my meeting 30 mins late.
Fortunately at this meeting a lot of good things happened, probably not justified by blogging. Again ask me in person if you want to. So now here I am 24 hours later, seeing what I got out of the day. Driving to the interview was one of the more angering experiences I've had with myself and with God lately. The faith was still there, that He had everything under control, but a part of me wanted to challenge Him. "So I have faith the size of a mustard seed, now will you move mountains?" Any logical person will say that if someone's late to an interview by 25 mins, that their chance at the job is shot. Or botching a memo, something so simple in any office environment. Putting a wrong home phone number on a resume. Sending in an "incorrect" reference. It seems like I've messed up at every step possible, but these chances still arise. Mr.L even told me to not let this opportunity get away, as obviously I've tried so hard to eliminate myself from their potential employees list. Now I still have 5 hours to wait for a reply from my contacts and reference-hopefuls, hah! Maybe it'll be the straw that breaks the camel's back if I don't get the references in on time, maybe not. But I think I'm tired from this rollercoaster ride of a day, and God has definitely pwn3d me, pwn3d me good.
I've expressed to some people my beef with blog entries that are play-by-play reviews of someone's day. Ask me about it later if you actually care. Anyhoo, there are exceptions (eating my own words now), and today feels like one of those days. With my current state of joblessness, I've had more time to reflect on a lot of things. Where I thought I would be 2 years ago, where God has actually led me, and where things are headed. Television shows like The Swan or CSI: New York City. How to carry on conversations with certain individuals without feeling defensive (or impatient). Where the month of May has gone. To quote the King of Siam, "etc etc etc". So much so that last night I spent 3 hours tossing and turning in bed, and couldn't fall asleep until 3:30, despite my hardest efforts to black out. Bad move, seeing as how I had an interview at 8:45 in the morning. To make things a little more fun, this is what happened in the next 24 hours, to make a point which will become more apparent at the end.
3:30am - fell asleep.
6:00 - woke up, insomnia kicked back in, no point in trying to catch more shut eye.
6:30 - looked up interview information (net was down previous night); navigator was down, meaning I went into the interview with a job description in my head that's 2 weeks old.
7:30 - left the house. Saw backup of traffic on 403, decided to take city roads.
8:30 - after many stoopid detours, actually left the city of Mississauga. Unprecedented freaking out ensued.
9:10 - arrived at office in North York, many apologies said, interview was in exam format. I was actually presented with a stapled booklet with numbered questions, each question given an allocation of marks (totalled 100?). Anyhoo I was more grilled than a cheese sandwich. Oh, and what business program doesn't teach you how to write memos? Because I had to pull one out of my wazoo to end things off, guess the onus was on me.
10:20 - got stuck in a parking lot b/c I didn't realize that when you get through the gates with a credit card, they don't give you a ticket to display on your dashboard. Long story short, I got out.
So I had a bit more time to think about the day thus far. It felt like someone wrote Murphy on my forehead b/c everything that could've gone wrong, went wrong. The school called to ask why they received a call saying I hadn't showed up yet. I would like to think that it's God's way of beating things into my stubborn head? Who knows. It got a bit better though, there was another interview lined up for next week. Anyhoo I was in dire need of a nap, which is what I took.
6:40pm - got ready to leave for a meeting in Scarborough at 7:30
6:45 - phone call from one of the guys who interviewed me (Mr.L). He was peeved b/c the home number I put on my resume was wrong. Who would've thought. He ended up annoying some other guy b/c he left messages on his machine thinking it was me. Hah...so he told me to send my reference as requested during the interview. Uhhh what? So I again pulled something out of my wazoo and faxed it off to him.
7:15 - closed the front door of the house behind me. The phone rang. It was Mr.L, saying the contact person was too "simple" in nature and requested 2 other references who know me better by 8am tomorrow morning. So I emailed my prof and called IKEA.
8:00 - got to my meeting 30 mins late.
Fortunately at this meeting a lot of good things happened, probably not justified by blogging. Again ask me in person if you want to. So now here I am 24 hours later, seeing what I got out of the day. Driving to the interview was one of the more angering experiences I've had with myself and with God lately. The faith was still there, that He had everything under control, but a part of me wanted to challenge Him. "So I have faith the size of a mustard seed, now will you move mountains?" Any logical person will say that if someone's late to an interview by 25 mins, that their chance at the job is shot. Or botching a memo, something so simple in any office environment. Putting a wrong home phone number on a resume. Sending in an "incorrect" reference. It seems like I've messed up at every step possible, but these chances still arise. Mr.L even told me to not let this opportunity get away, as obviously I've tried so hard to eliminate myself from their potential employees list. Now I still have 5 hours to wait for a reply from my contacts and reference-hopefuls, hah! Maybe it'll be the straw that breaks the camel's back if I don't get the references in on time, maybe not. But I think I'm tired from this rollercoaster ride of a day, and God has definitely pwn3d me, pwn3d me good.
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