Discerning between empathy and reality
(Slight Preface) Sometimes I struggle with how much I should reveal on this blog. I use it to write and reflect, but it’s not necessarily a diary. This morning I had something interesting happen to me, and I really don’t want it to be incriminating, but it’s a subject I struggle with. Maybe I’ll private this post, but for now, here it goes: Today is my last day of work at...
Just ran my first half marathon. Feeling pretty bad ass. The best feeling in the world was seeing my housemates cheering at miles 4.5, 8, and the finish line. I felt so much lighter and happier, like I could do anything, even though I found feel the giant blisters on my feet. Every time I brought a foot forward, I could feel the fluid move. Definitely not an ideal running situation, but seeing my...
(slightly) on the white savior complex
Within 5 days of quitting my previous job, I have a new job. I want to say I am a very lucky girl, but the truth is, I worked my ass off in so many ways. Not saying I deserve a new job so quickly, but it’s not being served to me on a silver platter. At my new placement (I am in a yearlong volunteer service program, I am placed at a non-profit for one year) I will be delivering meals and...
I’m scared shitless to embark on looking for a new job to fulfill the rest of my time during my year-long volunteer commitment. I think being scared is a good thing. It’s like jumping in cold water — nice to be shocked and aware of your surroundings, body, breath, and uncomfortable cold.
I love this.
Interesting. Kind of seems like a total gross generalization of men. But Zimbardo is hilarious and the idea of arousal addiction is interesting. I’ll have to keep this kind of study in mind when I think about market research. Or maybe I can think of a new character that aligns with some of Zimbardo’s findings.
And we lost the apartment we wanted. I’m assuming this means it wasn’t meant to be and the apartment we decide to live in will be even better than the one we lost. I spent a few hours working on an excel spreadsheet of companies and job descriptions I’m interested in. It makes me excited to see job listings I could actually do, even at the tender age of 22. I feel hopeful for the...
Fitter, happier, more productive.
Wake up, get dressed, eat breakfast, walk to work, run to train platform, sit on light rail while students talk loudly, open up work building, review emails and to-do lists, communicate, stare at computer, start editing spread sheets and letters, keep your head up, listen and nod, ask questions, don’t take breaks, look for perfect jobs, send emails, write status reports, write cover letters,...
Facebook is amazing because you can get transported to this other time and world and memory. I can look through my photos and remember (mostly) exactly what was going on when certain pictures were snapped. I had to take a break from work for five minutes and I decided to look through someone’s facebook profile I hadn’t viewed in a while. Last night Corey was trying to get me excited...