Flowers for my first day of work! Love.
I have walked into so many bars (ouch!) and coffee shops trying to find a job. Sooo many happy hours and business cards, cover letters and emails, and a fair share of ups and downs over the last few months. All I have to say about that is… job searching is no joke!
But after 16 weeks of living out of a suitcase, 14 weeks of couchsurfing around the Bay area and more interviews and applications than I care to count, I’m employed! I started work on Monday, moved into a sublet on Wednesday, and life is generally starting to feel a little less frenetic.
Hopefully that means I’ll start to have more time for blog-worthy adventures exploring California’s great outdoors! But in the meantime I’d thought I’d share my lesson-learned from job searching.
Job searching tip #1: Go to every happy hour / networking event you can work up the energy to go to. And then work up the energy to go to some more. Smile, make a good impression, get a business card, follow up. You never know which door you knock on will open.
That’s how I ended up in my job–I connected with my current boss at a happy hour a month ago. Good thing I walked into that bar!
Crazy as it sounds, I moved back to the U.S. the day before the Olympic opening ceremonies.
- Avoid the crushing crowds
- No AC on the London Underground + crowds of tourists in summer = sauna
- Endless Olympic coverage makes me feel like I’m still there
- Staying longer means spending more money–speaking of which, I need a job.
- My mom came to London and helped me move back–no way I could have done it alone!
- I do have to say, the one thing about America I missed more than anything else is clean water. After just one day and one shower here, I already feel so much fresher than I ever did in Europe. European water is kind of grimy on the whole.
- I MISS LONDON INCREDIBLY. I’m not ready to be back yet.
- I’M MISSING THE OLYMPICS. I wonder if I’ll ever again be living in a host city in an Olympic year?
A hilarious conversation I had with my brother tonight, when the British national anthem played during the ceremony:
Bro: What! This is so anti-American! Why did they change the words to our song?
Me: It was originally the British anthem–we took it and changed their words.
Bro: You mean this is what they play when the British win gold medals?
Bro: Well, I wouldn’t know. Brits don’t win gold medals.
Harsh, bro. Harsh.
I think of you a lot when I’m on the road. While we bounced along the nauseatingly dizzy Duke’s Pass in the Central Highlands. Or when I was driving tepidly along winding lanes in the Lake District, uncertain of what might appear around the next bend, I thought of the many narrow mountain passes (with frighteningly few guardrails) you drove on our family trips. Since I usually take public transportation, just being in a car at all reminds me of how safe I felt when you were behind the wheel. But now having been in the driver’s seat I know how anxiety-inducing it can actually be.
Or I think of how hard I made you work during our family trips as a kid. Like when I didn’t want to go hiking so you had to carry me piggyback all the way up. (Oops, sorry. But hey, at least it gave you a good workout!)
Twenty-some-odd years later, I hope it’s not too late to say thanks. For all the work that made those trips possible, both in terms of bringing home the bacon and actually getting us from A to B. I wish I’d appreciated it more at the time. Little did you know, you were planting the seeds of a late-blooming passion for travel!
One memory that still makes me laugh out loud every time I remember it is from a trip we took to somewhere in the Midwest. Half Dome, maybe? Or some other big rock formation. You had perched your glasses on top of your head to see better through the viewfinder of the old Nikon. A few minutes later, you asked, “Where are my glasses?”
Bro laughed so hard, pointing out that they were on your head.
Five minutes later. Bro perched his glasses on top of his head to get a better view of the big rock through one of those coin-operated binoculars.
Another few minutes pass.
Bro: “Where are my glasses?!”
Happy Father’s Day :)
I can’t believe I’m almost done with grad school! I still have all my finals to get through, but my friends back at SIPA are graduating this week.
To my SIPA mates, CONGRATULATIONS!!! Our two years of grad school flew, especially since I missed one of them :\ But our days and nights of bonding over cardboardy pizza, grueling econ problem sets, all-night paper writing and running STATA commands til the cows came home… They counted for a lot of memories and dear friendships. I miss you all, wish I were there with you and know you’ll go on to rock the world.
At least they let us use cheat sheets last year…
But whilst my friends back at SIPA are putting on their caps and gowns, my finals are just beginning. Behavioural Economics is the first exam I’ll be taking, and I anticipate it will also be the hardest. One of the concepts we’re studying is the idea of precommitments and self-control—basically, if you’re smart enough, you would know you don’t have the self-control to do the things you know you should do. It’s like that confusing passage in Romans 7, “For I do not do the good I want to do, but the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing”. So you force your own hand by making a precommitment. Try reading this fascinating (and layman-friendly, not too wonky) article to get an idea of how it works.
In view of what I’m studying and what I know I’m prone to do, I hereby precommit myself to not write about my upcoming week-long trip to Scotland and the Lake District (so excited!) until AFTER my final is done. If you see me posting anything on this blog between now and the 28th of May, please give me a virtual slap on the wrist.
Thanks, and see you in two weeks!
Sending you lots of love and a virtual bouquet of Hyde Park’s finest tulips.
If I could, I’d send you all the tulips in the Keukenhof gardens!
Miss you and love you every day, including today.