Life begins again! New people, new outlets, new magic, new challenges. If it's part of the past, there's no room for it in the future...It's invigorating!
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Saturday, August 22, 2009
Esta contratada!
I'm part of the world again! I've been hired as a copywriter...in Center City. The people seem great, the work is obviously what I wanted and almost gave up trying to find. I'm glad I didn't (well I did...more than once, but I always started again.) Three miserable years! I'm so grateful it's over!
I'm starting all over again at entry level, but who am I to complain. I think I'm very fortunate in this environment. Millions of professionals have accepted the fact that the market may never be what it once was. It's a depression of sorts out there, and I had lost my place like so many others. But I found it again! Thank you, God, again and again and again!
I'm starting all over again at entry level, but who am I to complain. I think I'm very fortunate in this environment. Millions of professionals have accepted the fact that the market may never be what it once was. It's a depression of sorts out there, and I had lost my place like so many others. But I found it again! Thank you, God, again and again and again!
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
NJ rain
We're home and we're still wet! This has been el verano mucho mojado, everywhere...north and south! Drip, drip, drip.
I've already made plane reservations to go back south. But, as my luck would have it, I may have a second interview that week...Elsevier. While that alone is great, the timing isn't...I will lose 200 dolares if I don't go to Sarasota, plus disappoint a few people. I'm in a pickle. Not that I haven't been here before. But why is nothing easy?
Still, Florida was great. If I don't get this writing job, I may head south permanently. Imagine waking every day with the sun in your face. The day is a different color from the outset. Positive, hopeful. I could get used to that color.
But I'll wait. Give Jersey another, maybe one last chance. I hope to know soon. We'll see.
At least the rain has stopped.
I've already made plane reservations to go back south. But, as my luck would have it, I may have a second interview that week...Elsevier. While that alone is great, the timing isn't...I will lose 200 dolares if I don't go to Sarasota, plus disappoint a few people. I'm in a pickle. Not that I haven't been here before. But why is nothing easy?
Still, Florida was great. If I don't get this writing job, I may head south permanently. Imagine waking every day with the sun in your face. The day is a different color from the outset. Positive, hopeful. I could get used to that color.
But I'll wait. Give Jersey another, maybe one last chance. I hope to know soon. We'll see.
At least the rain has stopped.
Friday, July 31, 2009
El vacation mojado!
July ends tomorrow. We're in Sarasota, and it's raining. "It never rains in Sarasota, but boy, don't they warn 'ya, it pours, man it pours." It promises rain all week; its been raining since we arrived! What happened to the famous Sarasota drought? It ended when our vacation began.
We drove down. Stefan's friend came with us. They're already bored; but they're also exhausted. Obviously, they're having too much fun to realize it. But that's a kid for you. They're too busy to know they're not bored.
I'm doing the language class, walking regularly, eating good food, baking, sleeping lots. Vacation. Not a beach person any more, except maybe to walk along the shore at dusk and remember how it used to be. Speaking of which....
My ex-neighbor lives down here now, so I've been seeing her. That's fun. We talk a lot about me moving down here; I'm game. I just need a job to make the move. I could live without New Jersey...its downright ridiculous... always escalating taxes, corrupt politicians, congestion. It's down here, too, I know, but its starting point is less, which means less tax, fewer crooks, less people in every neighborhood. Less can be a great thing! I've already sent out a resume. I'm ready to make the move. Boy am I ready!
We drove down. Stefan's friend came with us. They're already bored; but they're also exhausted. Obviously, they're having too much fun to realize it. But that's a kid for you. They're too busy to know they're not bored.
I'm doing the language class, walking regularly, eating good food, baking, sleeping lots. Vacation. Not a beach person any more, except maybe to walk along the shore at dusk and remember how it used to be. Speaking of which....
My ex-neighbor lives down here now, so I've been seeing her. That's fun. We talk a lot about me moving down here; I'm game. I just need a job to make the move. I could live without New Jersey...its downright ridiculous... always escalating taxes, corrupt politicians, congestion. It's down here, too, I know, but its starting point is less, which means less tax, fewer crooks, less people in every neighborhood. Less can be a great thing! I've already sent out a resume. I'm ready to make the move. Boy am I ready!
Monday, July 6, 2009
A foreign desire
I've long had an obssession with people born outside the US. Perhaps it started when I was a teen with my Welshman who had a voice I still treasure today, but it developed from there. All through college, my dearest friends were from India and the UAE. In fact, I married a Greek from Africa who spoke Ethiopian. Some of my favorite performers have also been from anywhere else... Italy, Spain, France.
I admire those who can speak multiple languages fluently. There aren't many Americans who can start a conversation in English and finish it in Arabic. It's a talent all by itself...one I've never had.
Maybe that's why I value it so much; we always want what we can't have. But why can't I have it? 'I don't need it' is the best excuse; 'I'd never use it' is another. And there's also the fact that I can't roll my r's. Only foreigners seem to do that well.
But wouldn't it be nice? Speaking just one other language would dispel my sense of the isolated American; it would open my world. I could read more, listen more, talk more. You might think I'd have learned Greek after all this time with a Constantinou, but to me, Greek is just not practical outside of an occasional family dinner.
And Italian? I'd love to speak Italian. My father did. But teaching your kids your native language wasn't drawing many fans in the fifties.
Of course, there's Spanish, and a reason to learn it. Especially in the States. I think one day this country in this growing globality of ours will be full of people who speak at least two languages...by necessity.
I had four years of French in high school. Never used it, of course. But it sounded great when a real Frenchman spoke it. Wish I knew one.
Truth is, you only learn a language when there's a need or a want. Therefore, I will want it. I'll open my world and take a class this summer. My Greek and I will learn together.
So all Spanish aficionadoes beware. I just may be a foreigner one day.
I admire those who can speak multiple languages fluently. There aren't many Americans who can start a conversation in English and finish it in Arabic. It's a talent all by itself...one I've never had.
Maybe that's why I value it so much; we always want what we can't have. But why can't I have it? 'I don't need it' is the best excuse; 'I'd never use it' is another. And there's also the fact that I can't roll my r's. Only foreigners seem to do that well.
But wouldn't it be nice? Speaking just one other language would dispel my sense of the isolated American; it would open my world. I could read more, listen more, talk more. You might think I'd have learned Greek after all this time with a Constantinou, but to me, Greek is just not practical outside of an occasional family dinner.
And Italian? I'd love to speak Italian. My father did. But teaching your kids your native language wasn't drawing many fans in the fifties.
Of course, there's Spanish, and a reason to learn it. Especially in the States. I think one day this country in this growing globality of ours will be full of people who speak at least two languages...by necessity.
I had four years of French in high school. Never used it, of course. But it sounded great when a real Frenchman spoke it. Wish I knew one.
Truth is, you only learn a language when there's a need or a want. Therefore, I will want it. I'll open my world and take a class this summer. My Greek and I will learn together.
So all Spanish aficionadoes beware. I just may be a foreigner one day.
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