tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42578845331513695242012-02-06T19:03:10.658-08:00<p align="left"><i>Goal: To document, as honestly as possible, my path to getting the jobs and career paths I want in the places I want them. (Yay!) <br>Disclaimer: This may be interrupted when give in and flee the Real World through Grad School or (heaven forbid!) Law School.</i></p>Hopeful Young Personhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14688375070053656973noreply@blogger.comBlogger941100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4257884533151369524.post-16344181403679023462012-02-06T19:03:00.000-08:002012-02-06T19:03:10.669-08:00

Makes me sick to my stomach with envy. So, I'll just seriously stop looking. Because it's sickening. And, it's worse to realize what people have done with their lives and I haven't. I'm kicking my own ass a billion times over, with regret. It looks like I might have to settle. 

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So, I've started another quarter already. Wow, time moves fast. It really hit me how I'm 27 and I do not have a stable career going..... yet. Sigh. A disappointment. Actually, I've been rather disappointed with myself and my performance throughout my several jobs. Each one has taught me something, but each time that time ends, I seem to feel this sense of disgust with myself. For example,

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From a former Social Science major As I'm trying to write my observations due tomorrow, I think I need to take a moment to express some feelings. Well, I had to delete a few facebook posts, because honestly, why am I talking about the Occupy movements back in school, and a few cities where a couple of friends are participating, when I'm not an activist and I'm not pretending to be an activist?

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Some time to pat myself on the back. But, no time to pity myself.  Keep plowing ahead.

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Yeah, it's hard to be young. Don't you forget it, established older-folk people! If I hear one more time that this is the best time in my life, and, how great is it to be a student again, I'mma pull my hair out, for serious! I'm exhausted right now. But mostly because I'm trying to escape from the 3 hw assignments due, 1 scheduled observation, 1 test in the coming week,  I'm hellishly addicted (

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I've been happy again and then sad.   Just got through my second Astronomy quiz. I think I did okay. Much better of course than the first quiz. Sometimes, it's hard to go back to school when you've worked and especially when you've taught a class before because you've seen the inner workings of what decisions go into lectures and time management within a class. The curtain has lifted haha and

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.... I'm going to be older and older. I'm not going to be young anymore. And I wonder when I'll be renaming myself "Hopeful Person" and I wonder if whether I'll still be "hopeful". I'm just trying to hold back the feelings of failure... after basically failing my quiz/test because of being late for Astronomy class (physical science required for getting into Master's Program) because of

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I think I forgot to mention how I got to the point of choosing Speech Pathology classes (and Counseling prereqs too), haha. Plan C Well, it starts with this inquiry. Plan N as in Nixed Then, discovering how hard it is and how many papers I would have to write to get into Clinical Psychology. I don't have a background in it in my undergrad years. And I discovered most of my education would be

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My life has basically kicked into overdrive this past two or three weeks. I've moved to a community college that is about 30 mins-1 hour away from my hometown for these speech pathology classes, but before that I was driving to meet up with my current apartment manager for the paperwork and a yellow truck drove into my car. Sigh, unfortunately through my n00bdom, I didn't get a license plate

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My grandma fell last night. You see one thing I forgot to mention to you guys is that I have a 90 year old grandma who's sort of in my care. It makes me so angry that it seems like all of the shit falls on me. Even if she says she doesn't need anyone to take care of her. Where is everyone else? I have two cousins that are living in the area. The one I'm living with doesn't pick up the phone. The

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Screw study-sessions HYP: 3 words: HYP: paper HYP: writing HYP: parties HYP: =D I wish "paper-writing parties" existed. I would've totally gotten a 3.8 GPA if I had them.=P Just having difficulties staring at the requirements for getting into Counseling Master's programs. Struggling with the emotions of ineptitude. *edit* FoodPro: most people need to learn to delay gratification FoodPro:

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Facebook post: singing the harmonies to old songs. enjoying the day. simple joys keep you going. Visitors It's been pretty crazy these past few weeks. My aunt from Japan came, then my awesomely hilarious advise-giving uncle and multilingual aunt from Taiwan came, then after a couple weeks my mom came (after 7 months!). During that time, my Arizona aunt and uncle came to visit for a weekend too.

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Sometimes I spiral up. Sometimes I spiral down. I am in a bad bad place, a stagnant place in terms of my career. Sometimes I think that way. So, it's like this: I could go into in-home tutoring which is not okay'd by the Mom. There's a lot of demand for in-home tutoring though. Too many tutoring positions are in-home and not enough for after-school programs, which is what I'm looking for

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Dear self-destructive me,  Go away. Or at least go and change your clothes. You're starting to look like a hobo! Dear in-charge me, You gotta do this. You just do. Sincerely, Blogging-me By the way, I loved Flipped. FoodPro knows me =)

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So, sometime in early March or late February, I had a student, from the ESL adult school class at which I was volunteering, approach me to tutor her two elementary-aged sons on improving their English (speaking, reading and writing) skills. I worried for a few hours, discussed things with my "business consultant", my mom! And, formed a plan for a few questions to figure out what was the best

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Hi. So, he had passed away. I didn't know this. My tutor in my junior year of high school had passed away. I had wondered why I called ACA and it was disconnected.... Maybe he moved on to write the Great American Novel about teaching afterschool classes on the SAT, =] I thought. Or maybe something bigger. It was a shock that I would never see him again.... And I found myself crying in the

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You ever see this site? http://www.cryingwhileeating.com/ I just had one of those moments. Oh yes. Me. Tears. Peach pie. It happened. I couldn't even admit it to myself. It was pretty sad. Partly, because it was the last piece of peach pie. And I was still in my jammies. Watching faint outlines in the TV snow, the volume down low. There's no more cable. A thought trickled into my head and then

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Applying for job: Biting the bullet or whoring yourself for love? =P I'm sure people aren't going to get that. Cause they're going to be like: hey! Applying for a job is normal. It's just like that! Eh. I have no response to that. I can only say I have good days and bad days. And growing up is painful, gutwrenching. Sigh, I think also when you get help, you can also get labeled. And then when

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Honestly, I'm sad that I'm not "employed" at the moment.... Maybe because my body is fighting me, fighting all of my reasons for being happy and letting go of all of that stress and just finish these damn things I'm supposed to finish. Like my lesson plans for tomorrow. Someone suggested that I work at an afterschool kids program again, not knowing that I had refused a job just like that. I'm

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I'm alone. I'm alone again. For the moment. And it's incredible how much pain can go through your skin straight into the bone, if you allow it to. Right now. It looks as though I'm not trying hard enough. At my career. But, I'm thinking about it everyday. Agonizing over it really. It takes so much of my energy. And it's tiring thinking about things that you can't control. The worldwide

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So, a shorthand update. I've applied to 3 postings online. And two replied. And then I went into the interviews.  But, something about the positions weren't a good fit. And where simply putting myself at risk, putting myself at a disadvantage to the company. Sigh, I need to keep applying. And train my anxiety away. The more you do it and face it, the better you get. Especially want to apply

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Like, a countdown to space shuttle lift off. The day that the company got closed down... I just thought to myself. I had to stop wasting my time. I told my mom and my boyf, FoodPro: I can't do this anymore. I can't waste my time anymore on jobs like this that stopped me from getting to where I needed to go. It was a great experience. Yes. But, then again, did I want to be working there for

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I long long long to do so much with my life. And, something happened that may let me out of the cycle of working just to work. And let me out of my last job. The economy. The recession. My company (branches all across the U.S.) closed earlier this month. They let us know on the very same day that it was going to happen. And brought in security guards at a synchronized time. The leaders

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The thing I notice about being an "adult"--- at least in the workplace--- well... everywhere actually--- is this sense of compartmental-ism. Everything needs to be in its place. Maybe it's just that I splay out my emotions so much that "normal" feels like everyone putting their real selves into neat little boxes, when it's not really the case. They just put their "g-nasty emotional stuff"

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I think I have had a friend cut me out of her life. I may have a feeling why (she's a private person, and we share a different belief system and I'm a bit of a weirdo haha). Still, it hurts and it's difficult to see that they are simply not there for you. And it's you who is still there for them, believing that they're one of the people who have your back. All I can do is to continue to ask the

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Sometimes, I get damn tired with the way things are. And, with the exacting logix around me. I don't accept answers without asking for more information. Which in a hierarchical world --- NOT GOOD. People don't get why I'm curious. And it's not a rebellion. It's wanting to understand why. It's never personal. Why is how I function. I function on reasons. Unfortunately, I come off like a

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hi... i guess it's my fault. one of those moments where you know you've messed up, somewhere consistently. where... there are no sex in the city buds to chill with and/or go to morocco with hehe. i mean. doesn't that say something? my mom was saying that lots of people are alone. they may not seem like they are, but... they are. i can't help but not believe her. adulthood is fucking lonely. but

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someone gave me a compliment... or tried to give one saying that i was smart and compassionate. while also saying i was too asian for the american workplace. or something. saying i need to work on giving my opinion (perhaps true) and undoing all of the "damage" my parents and grandma has done by raising me. (*raises eyebrows*) and hahahahah, not giving me up for adoption and sending me to a white

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and they still like me. woooooot. wow, i have a paycheck now and i prettttty under budget. maintaining some savingsand what else? I'm going to have health insurance. HMO.... but insurance damnit! there was a ton of growing pains involved. but so grateful. and happy to be trained. that is all.

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sometimes i feel as though the forces in my life stretch so thin that it verges on ripping at its tenuous seams.

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It's like this craaaazy tension is going on in my career stuff in the past month.WTFBBQMid August, I had this weird event happen. At a barbecue with family friends. (Huuuuuge amount of food, a really cute and sassy baby, super lively conversation) Talked to one person who is an HR Person... later I found out HR Director. He asks me point blank what I'm doing. I tell him: cold-calling and

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I'm okay. The lack of cover letter writing is only just an indicator of my hesitation to play the game. Especially after two "companies" emailed me and then I found out they were scams, via google searches. Haha. Yay! I'm still effing scared. And I can't seem to shake the feeling that I'm going to make these irreparable mistakes. It takes more a whole day to write a cover letter. Sucks to the

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I've got almost nothing to say. It's like a frog in the throat. And I can only be eternally grateful for the people who have written to me. Who have kept me going in these conditions where I can't say a word. It's as if some kind of sickness overpowers my throat. And when I know I have these things to do, places to see, people to talk to. It's weird; I can't. I can feel it in my fingers and my

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Here's what I wrote on zee Fahhcebook: ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++****If I've tagged you, thank you so much for your help & support and thank you for your guidance. The conversations and the company. I appreciate it ten-fold. I don't care if you don't care for these civilities; I'm saying it anyway.*insert cheesy clipart thank you img*___________________________

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Same day... Same emotions. Ants have been slowly invading my bedroom for the past couple of weeks. I never should have posted this one rant to facebook. Dumb. Simply dumb. If having my other Xanga blog were to say anything, it would be not to complain ever to people who know you. And to keep your mouth shut. It included a thank you. But, I don't think it was appropriate for someone looking for a

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Right after writing that last post, and writing a cover letter so shiny that it was going to blind the pants off of whoever was going to read it---for a 1-sentence craiglist posting no less!--- I felt better. I went to the grocery store.The best part was I didn't care as much for the position, so it was easy to prove what I did was good enough. But that's where the writing replies ended. It's

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My dad is weird. He is. I think he does things like me too. He freaks out. He writes or says these things that pisses me off or freaks me out. And then, I do the same.Recently, I got an email:At this point, I think I don't worry too much about Dr. [Older Brother], but that little one are I am deeply worrying about what she is thinking. I don't like my daughter becomes cook's wife. OMFG. Why is

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In What Color is Your Parachute... the author has you write 7 stories about yourself. The examples they used were something that happened, wherein you show how you solve some problem or another and showed some parts of your personality while doing it. From your childhood to the present. Then, they have you check off the skills you showed in this chart. Eventually, demonstrating where you have

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I guess I have something more I want to say. I know them? My friends, at least the facebook ones, are scaring me. And I want to close that thing down again just for my sanity. I mean, who the hell are these people? And are they still my friends? What kind of comments are they leaving anyway? Why am I scared to write comments back? Facebook is a scary place. Everyone wants to entertain. I mean no

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So, updates? I've hit quiet highs in my alone-ly world and vast abysmal lows. You know that commercial? The one with the ice cream, coffee, take-out Chinese food, and then, healthiness and all that. Ahhh... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hfM0CkzL_-Ithere it is. My life is the first half. Okay. With more cereal than donuts. (When's the last time I ate a donut?) But, caffeine has come back in the

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I am sick. Horribly horribly sick. It feels like how I imagined swine flu would be. But, I don't have insurance (at the moment) soo.... I don't know what it is. No diagnosis. No tami flu, etc. Haha: http://doihaveswineflu.org/Short statements for blog, just to get my point across. Also my cousin-housemate is sick too (I heard her cough exactly like me today.)I feel bad (guilty for spreading a

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A sense of bravery and "I will not shirk from this" is needed. So, I'm borrowing from all my weeks of "study"! Nope, sorry not from public television. People to borrow personality from...- House. Dr. House. - Chef Gordan Ramsay (*edit: in Kitchen Nightmares context*) - Patty Stanger- Supernanny. Jo Frost- Victoria Stillwell- Beth Chapman- Deputy Chief Brenda Lee Johnson- Stacy London*edit* -

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Long time no see. Too much stuff going on. And I think I've been avoiding reflecting too much. But, this post has been building and I've been actually writing it and trying to finish it for over a month! So, let's get this out of the way. Disneyland, Pho, and FriendsMet up with friends on 4/26/09. And ate some hits-the-spot Viet food. (Dates found because of nerdy personal Excel expense sheets!

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And reasons why I should still feel semi-cool. Reason #1: Music I do miss many things about being a college student. One thing I miss especially is being part of a group of people who are into music. I miss being able to access cutting edge art, ideas and music. I miss it so much. I really think it got underestimated in my life. It's not that it should be a priority. It's just that I've been

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So, I need to control my thoughts better. Because it's obvious that they go in about five different directions or ... one direction: down. Not good. It takes so much discipline for me to think positively. Like, I have to ask myself to stop. Convince myself that it's negative not helpful what I'm thinking. Making myself remember that I deserve love and respect from myself. I have to get more in

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So, I haven't tried to reflect on this. In fact, I've been hiding these two whole days. From what exactly? Well, I have an idea. Well, I have tons of ideas. I'm just wondering whether I should be talking about this here publicly, making myself feel more ashamed, for missing an opportunity, yet again, because of lack of planning. Weird lateness vs. on-time-ness patternAnd, it's funny. Somehow, I

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Side note to self: Blogging opinions to a general audience about the negatives of human behavior--- can be misconstrued as talking about just one person and being incredibly callous, especially if confidence in relationship is low. Try not to do that in job blog without extreme caution. Haha, this is not about ANYBODY else folks. It's about meeeeeeee, okay? What happened. During my crying session

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But first a random thought: You know it's bad when you're siding with the semi-apathetic 13 year old students over the teacher. (Chinese School nowadays.) Anyway, Waking consistently too early. And not feeling rested throughout the day. Must solve! + Light seeping in at 5-6am.Curtains. Or a dark bedsheet to put behind the blinds. + More sensitive to sound than I ever was before. Ear plugs? I

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Money. Interesting thing, this money. Barter systemAs a 4th grader, there was a point when we learned about the history of currency, namely how it began. I remember one day spiritedly asking my mom, "Why do we even have money? Everyone gets so greedy over it. We should just have everyone farm their own food."* Having loads of money was never an vital issue for me. +'s -'s, etcI mean. I saved, but

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of Internship #2. And it's not feeling any better. Even with these nice philosophies. It's like I'm not doing something right in taking care of myself... and I think it's leading direct back to eat whateversleep whenevernegative-think myself to whereverand worse... to saying "do what? never." My excuse? This... xOverloaded brain. Chocolate cake calls out to me. (Maybe more like... chocolate

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Hi, Recent happenings: Tuesday was much better. Definitely. Even with one "EH" call at Internship #2. Grandma situation was done. I felt actually closer with her, even with her tendencies toward dissatisfaction. We convinced ourselves that it was okay. I worked with her too, so that she wouldn't get mad at herself, or at me for going to the SSA office, if we were going to get turned back. I also

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I have a post I'm not posting. It includes being VERY overwhelmed. Crying in the shower. Several bouts of swearing. Hours of TV. Agreeing to helping people when I can't help myself to get to sleep (a BAD SIGN). Being pissed at everyone and anyone. And fact that I need to get up in about 3 hours to pick up my grandma to go to the Social Security Administration to sort out her MediCal benefits "

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Recent happenings: I've been listening to this song... Sometime Around Midnight. Acoustic version. Worth it just for the strings in the beginning. Beautiful. And listening to this radio station. I'm addicted. And I've got to say. It's so refreshing to have actual music in the morning. Gets my blood pumping while I'm driving to the bus station, which is exactly what I need. The ListRemember this?

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Today was ... a good day on the job. What! Yes. A good day. *stunned look*Haha. How that happened. I don't know. I started working on something real-ish and I think it may turn out okay. Yay! I felt better after getting some direction! But now I'm just avoiding Chinese homework haha. So, it means I have to go. Awwww... Yeah, well, you can't win them all. See you later and nice to talk to ya,

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Recent happenings: Helping my grandma to make sure she keeps her Medi-Cal benefits continuous. Realizing how much I really hate being late. Realizing how much thinking that I can do everything in one 3 hour period can lead being late.... again! Making lunch at home. Sleeping more.Haven't drank caffeine for about 3 days now. And learning that eating dinner (with iron!!!) is important for me.

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So, now it's the post to knock all of those worries down with a finely honed shotgun. ... Yet, I think that writing about knocking down these worries isn't exactly the best way to shoot it down. The best thing is... in the moment. Haha. I can just imagine man-eating monsters... You sure as hell can't shoot them when you're already being eaten alive. Recent happenings: Got to the beach for a

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Recent happenings: Hung out with cousin and ate yummy yummy crepes: savory and sweet. Boy do I loooove good goat cheese. Woke up lightheaded and a bit dizzy, thinking "Must.... have... meaty things". Accidentally ordered a In-N-Out cheeseburger... instead of a Double-Double! Then, ordered a hamburger cause I was still feeling the lack of iron. (And I was still hungry!) Stood in line at the DMV.

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I've been avoiding writing these 7 stories that Parachute asks readers to do. Not enough time. Really? Okay, fine, no. It's difficult okay? Excuses, excuses. (rolls eyes) Fine, fine. I'll at least write about how I'm starting to write. Rational behind writing stories about selves?: To take real life examples of ourselves... doesn't have to be work-related... so that we know how many skills we do

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- Internship #1 total: 3 days - Internship #2 total: 1 day of training- Data-entry for a cause. - Hoping not to mess up too much. - Feeling ..."feh" (first word that came to mind) when I thought about how I'm surrounded by a very quick-tongued, driven to success(?) crowd. - Seeing again via pep-talk, how I've got superpowers no one else has got. And HEY, I'm driven too. - Really appreciating LA

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I know that I shouldn't be looking at my little bubbly foamy failures. But damn, it's hard not to. While I was a student, I did volunteer for many an organization, but the questions rise up. Did I ever get something done that was useful? Am I a good employee? Should I even be hired... for anything, as anything? See, as I read this blog entry, the self-doubt rose again. I don't know about the

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Thursday's the first day I start Internship #1. Recent happenings: Caught the last bit of the inauguration speech live on KPFK's Democracy Now. And the poetry, which I loved. And then caught the yellows getting mellow part, haha, damn that's a little sad. Come on, at least yellows doing fearless bellows or yellows waving simple hellos, haha. Still it's funny. After breakfast, decided to watch the

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Life is resembling the calm before the storm. Paralegal Certificate status. I think I forgot to mention that I withdrew from my Winter Session paralegal class simply because I want to do a good job on both of my internships. And I didn't want to pass up the opportunity to be a part of both of these orgs. This happened maybe a week before my first interview. And...Oh yeah and did I also forget to

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I've got an interview tomorrow. And I've just got done with an interview on Monday. Bald Mountain is no National Park. The strange thing is... I'm having a weird reaction to these interviews. Even though I think they would like me to intern at the org, I get the feeling that I'm stagnating. I really would love to intern at these two places, but I feel as though the negative feelings are coming

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I'm supposed to be finishing up another cover letter riiiight now. Also writing an application. Sigh. Wow. This is an essay. Taking a little pat myself on the back break after a sad hour of stressed-no progress. Like I said, writing is not an easy process...Recent happenings: Boyfriend FoodPro, the poor guy, hasn't been able to talk to me for long periods of time, since I've moved to L.A. I've

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It's strange how I (meaning my mom and I) somehow crammed progress in the middle of all of this. Recent happenings: Errands. Errands upon errands upon errands to fill up our "free time". But, the best part was probably hanging out with my aunt and cousin. I don't really get to have that much time with them since I had been up north in Sacramento/Davis. Being unemployed... means that you've got a

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In a perfect world, I would know the perfect job for my temperament. I would know, in my heart of hearts what I was meant to do with my life. How perfect would that be. Anyway, I don't. And the barriers are getting to be intense. Yellings: Why don't you just try? And: Why don't you go to grad school?I feel pretty worthless sometimes when I'm thinking about achievement because I'm in a suburb

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There's a bunch of things that need to get done. But, oh well. Moved to the West LA area (where my grandma lives) this past week and just settling in. Moving is hectic and insane. So I haven't had the time to write here. - I talked with a friend that had brought up a semi-failed project that I had worked on before.... and he brought up a point. The project would have never gotten that far without

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I've been away for a bit. And came back home. A day to recoup, but mostly it's because... I get an email. Reminding me about the VERY public fail of a project past. I can remember how I felt. How hard everything was. And now, I don't think I can fix it. I feel ashamed. I feel like I want to leave it behind. Sure it was just a student job, but I feel so.... disappointed with myself. Especially

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Recent happenings: I've got homework up the wazoo (to say the least). And, wrote like a mad woman for a non-profit at 7am. Just got done with the first draft. Sent both that and language class essay today. Whew. Taking a break right now. Last night, I talked with a friend who is in the same situation as me. I can tell she's in a low point of the sin/cos wave that is job searching. I've been there

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One thing I wish I could say, if not about this getting employed and setting up a path thing... is that the rest of my life is set. That it's all just great and I don't have to worry or fuss over it. But, see. It's bothering me, the latest phone call about a certain grandmother who reminded my mom, again, that I was not to get a boyfriend that I chose myself. That my grandmother was going to

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I think... I dropped my class! Yay! No more online class! (I hope I can get a confirm soon.) Much relief. Went to a training today. Awesome. The best day ever. Mostly cause I gave myself imaginary hugs. All warm and fuzzy inside. Note to self: Do not do telecommuting for future job. Must be present and have others present. If it requires lots of telecommuting or doing work at home, must

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52°FCurrent: Mostly CloudyWind: E at 1 mphHumidity: 96%MonMostly Sunny63°F | 45°FRecent happenings: Trying to give myself more credit, but that's just being delusional folks. Did not finish online class homework on time. Did not finish. This week, I've been running around like a headless chicken finding myself driving lost in a city I just moved to. (Google maps: you do not help me very much when

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You betcha. I'm trying to focus, but it's not easy when you realize that you're not going to have a full day to yourself until next Monday to do homework. Monday - volunteered 7-10:30pm. Tuesday volunteered 4:50-8:30pm. Today will volunteer from 7-10:30pm again. Thursday will volunteer from undefined time to undefined time for load and transport something. Friday will be working on my language

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I do want to sleep. It's just that... I feel as though I am useless in the situation. And I do have to detach once in a while from people who are sad, because it gets pretty dark for me too when ... I told foodboy that I think everyday I need to get out of the house. It's vital... 1) to feel as though I'm part of the city 2) to feel as though I'm contributing to something outside of the house 3)

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Hi. 60°FCurrent: RainWind: NE at 1 mphHumidity: 100%SaturdayRain67°F | 52°FHappened today: Pouring rain or at least a pitter patter. It's All Hallows Eve. And, I just want to blurt out to the world: I think my language class is the best ever. It's awesome truly. Okay, if this blog someone becomes spread to a billion people, I'll probably hide this to conceal my identity haha, but well, here it is

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Hi so... Yes. Notice the previous entry "To explain..." has disappeared. Sigh. I accidentally had a window open of the 1st version of that post without all the extra work I had put into the 2nd version. And, then not thinking... I had it saved as a draft under the name "To explain... Draft". It made it so the the previous entry was resaved as the old version, but, um, drafty. It's going to take a

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Hi again. After a crying IM session with the bf that night, it felt a bit better. I haven't been sleeping well lately actually. It may be the fact that I haven't a regular schedule. And recently I've started an online class and I am realizing that I can't take online classes. There's just no one there really to interact with.Maybe it's starting to be like that here too. I have no idea if anyone

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Here's it is. Not the last blog entry that will be talking about this. [break]What I did today: Went to a training... that was essentially getting me back on track to getting a job, and not really just a job, but being employed. Also, last night I added more to the job search diagram plan. But, I have to admit. Right after. I got to fighting back some tears in the car. Not a fun experience. Just

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It's not just the bf, foodboy, that I miss. It's the feeling of being a part of a group. A group of interns working at a small non-profit... a group of giddy volunteers.... a group of student employees working within an awesome artistic community group. Being part of a group of people studying the same thing. The other day ... mm Saturday, I sat watching TV for at least 5 hours straight. Law &

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It's a Saturday. I could've sworn it was a Sunday. It felt like one. One thing I wish about this blog is that I could talk about things other than jobs and careers and goals. But, it just ruins the whole anonymous job searcher thing. Okay in the big picture this is a chronicle of growing up I suppose. I don't think I should talk about the stuff that's making me feel sad right now. Just cause. My

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"Hi. My name is _________. I found out about _____'s office through _________ and I'm calling on _______'s reference. Actually, _________ recently did a training with _______________ and I really like the work that ____ did. How can I find out about being a volunteer at this office? My number is __________." Scripts really help. Especially when it's a message machine and your brain is buzzing

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Tons of hopeful faces. We-- recruiting for the internship position that I had just finished. Talking. Smiling. Saying hi to the potential interns. A person who worked at the same radio station I did asking about the organization. And later, I went around looking for jobs. This time, I knew what kind of jobs I could and wanted to apply for. Something about that felt reassuring. I liked talking

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Writing my resume. Perhaps will get there at 11:30am. Do my rock-on hire-me candidate spiel, if I so choose?Then, recruit. I don't know. Feel like crap this morning. Well see how I feel later on.

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Today was a tough day. Mostly because I tried to help, but I ended up wasting lots of time. More like, I said I would go to an event, but I didn't make it there at 7:30 like she had asked. (She meant 7:30am, not pm.) Made it there at 9:40am. Sigh. Felt horrible and cheap and like a lazy unemployed, postgrad kid when I got there horribly late. (Though I know I can't be with the things I'm signing

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Woke up at around 6am again. I'm having a lot of dreams lately since the beginning of October. Weird dreams, maybe sometimes scary, but vivid. Super vivid. This morning included one in which I was DJing on the air (was a volunteer DJ irl) and one of the songs playing came out with a bad word and my body filled with absolute fear. I reached out to press the dump button. And then, I woke up, my

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You know writing all of these things.... it helps. I don't care if no one is really reading it. It helps. And making it about what I really want (jobs and careers) makes it much easier to write so publicly. That's all. Yay! *hugs blog* I like you. In other news, I stayed hoooome today and put together an Excel file of all of the immigration law offices I could find in the area. Wheee! Made a

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Currently, looking for temporary jobs to get me going in Sacramento before heading out to LA. I keep thinking about what might happen if I do the brave thing and talk to people directly about needing an assistant. (Meaning if they need an assistant such as me.) "Not qualified enough." "You don't have the qualities that we're looking for." Those are some of my big fears in doing this whole thing.

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This may be a sign of a few things that are resurfacing because I feel without. I think I'm feeling lost. I am simply feeling disoriented by my temporary status here in Sacramento. I don't know what I should be doing right now. I feel lost without the internship to ground me and I feel so uncertain about how I'm doing at the place I will be volunteering, meaning I don't know whether I'll be able

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One book that is really getting me going: What Color is Your Parachute 2009, A Practical Manual for Job-Hunters and Career-Changers. It's not like one of those GET YOUR JOB NOWW kind of books, tiring books. Really worth it. The writing style is kind, direct, thoughtful and forceful in getting you to think. Especially the wealth of examples. It makes you feel like you're not alone. That you're not

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So, got a new schedule up to start the new phase of living in Sacramento.Unfortunately I can't tell you since this is the internet and internet people are scary and kidnap people. So, I'm just going to say that it includes time to find a temporary job, which I am hoping will be an office job. Skills? Okay, I need a serious overhaul of how I approach my skill base and myself. Well, I've got skills

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Okay. Haha well, I guess being solely anonymous is not an option with this spam blog thing? I just want to talk about what's going on! Well, okay. I just revamped the blog. And enough talking about my roommate! This is about me! Rawr. Enough of this resentment, which I suspect is actually from my own disappointment of not doing anything to promote this finding a job. I've talked with my bf-fellow

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I'm busy. But not doing the things I should be doing to get a job. I feel like beating myself up. But I shall resist. The most important thing is to hide as much as possible with my Chinese hw that's due today. I am angry. And the roommate is getting the brunt of judgments that I can't hide right now. It's horrible. I need to get away.

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Hi again. I don't think anyone's listening just yet. So, I will say this is my dilemma. I don't know where to be. Where am I supposed to start a career? It seems as though everything I know about myself, I know in the Davis-Sacramento area. I don't feel like I would fit in in L.A. I don't even know if I'd feel the whole adolescent thing again where I'd feel awkward all the time. What would I have

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I don't know how much I'll actually write here. I'm pretty sad right now simply because I've had someone explode around me or more like explode at someone near me. Pretty traumatic, so I'm hiding in my room with my super-relaxing playlist up. (The one I set up to fall asleep to.) And I haven't blogged in about a year and a half. What do I want from this blog? A sense of security. I need to talk

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