Saturday, February 06, 2016

Begging to Work

For the past couple of weeks I have been on the job hunt. It has not been going well. I've applied to a local medically related company for a supervisor for a data entry department. No response. I've applied to a shipping company for a logistics position. Position filled (seemingly before the ad was placed?) One of my brighter hopes was for a sales job down south that was recommended by a friend. Interviewed but no word yet if I'll get through to a second round. Not looking hopeful. Out of desperation, I've even applied for a position within the same company that I currently work for. It's not something I would look forward to doing but there is a slight pay increase and more importantly, I can get out from under the boss I currently work under.

Looking for employment is difficult and makes me question my own self-worth. When I keep failing like this I just give up. It's what happened when I graduated and the few other spurts of job-seeking I've done through the years. I hate rejection and so I cling onto the job that I have and quit looking.

There are two job apps still out there with a possibility. I'll probably know the the answer to both by the end of next week. In the meantime, I keep hoping for a new ad to drop in.

Friday, January 01, 2016

For 2016

After a horrible time covering for the company's shipping coordinator over these two holiday breaks, I am hoping that I didn't screw up too horribly. It seems that my supervisor is looking to nail me for anything that I do wrong. For something this complicated, the few weeks that I've been doing it seems hardly enough. Not to mention that I still harbor some resentment from being removed from my previous position that I enjoyed. Brenda did say that she had overheard my former lead tell my former supervisor that they did not realize how much I did. I've talked with the lead before and he would be all too willing to bring me back. Unfortunately I've been caught in Charybdis and am going down.

I'm looking forward to Monday with absolute dread.

I don't know what 2016 is going to hold for me. It looks bleak right now but there is a chance that it might be the most fantastic year for me in a long time. So keep your fingers crossed for me. Say a little prayer too.

Saturday, December 12, 2015

The Fire is Coming

See Also: Phew!

As if I were having a deja vu moment, I got a text last night asking if I was at home and if I knew that there was a fire burning at the apartment complex I live at. I was in a Chinese take out place when I got the text. While driving there, I saw two volunteer vehicles going past me towards Buchanan with their lights on. I didn't pay much notice to them but then I knew why there speeding on their way.

As I approached my apartment, the block was closed off and I had to drive around. I managed to find a temporary place to park my car and I walked the rest of the way. There was a good sized crowd watching and I joined them for a little while.

Thankfully, it wasn't my building but it was the one across the parking lot from me. I looked at the building this morning and it confirmed my guess that I made last night--that it was a kitchen fire.

Friday, November 27, 2015

Mano Po

During my sister's visit yesterday, she was talking about a list that she came across. It was a sort of "You know you're Filipino when..." list. There were things that she wasn't quite sure of so she asked my Mom to clarify. For example, she asked what "anak" meant. One that I know think of is "mano po." My mom proceeded to explain that in Philippine culture, the younger would show respect or ask for a blessing from their elders by bringing up the elder's hand and touching the back of the hand to their own foreheads.

When I went to the Philippines in 2003, I knew that it was probably going to be the last time I would be able to see my grandmother there. Nanay was getting up there in years and since my travels there are far and few between, I made myself consider it my last visit with her.

For the first time in my life, I walked in from the front door, down the steps into the living room and and stood over her as she sat in her couch looking up at me. I bent down and took her hand and pressed it to my forehead. She has always had to step inside my world for me. I am grateful that I had the presence of mind to step into hers, finally, for the last time.

Thursday, November 26, 2015

Thanksgiving 2015

This year, the family gathered at my parents' house. I think that Mom wants to show off her improved kitchen. I know that I am slightly a bit jealous at her having a brand new stove and washing machine. God, I would kill for a washing machine sometimes!

My plan was to make kaesespaetzel. I figured I would dive into my father's side of the family and bring something German...ish.  It wasn't well received and it was barely touched. I have to admit that even I had a tough time finishing it off.

Thankfully, it wasn't as awkward as I thought it would be. Lately, my cousin has been posting some pretty xenophobic stuff on facebook and I've been challenging her to think on the issues. Nothing was mentioned though and things seemed relatively normal between her, me, and her dad.

My mom, aunt, and sister.
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Saturday, November 14, 2015

Terry and Dwight’s Wedding

Two of my coworkers got married this evening. They have been together for twenty years and have had a ceremony signifying their partnership. With the Obergefell decision from the Supreme Court this summer, marriage for same sex couples have become legal in Michigan and in the rest of the states.

When I entered the church, I wanted to use a lame joke and say that I wanted to sit on the groom’s side. I think that the ushers had anticipated and told me to sit on whichever side that I wanted.

The ceremony was largely similar to other Christian weddings that I have been to. The only notable difference was that both of them came walked down the outer isles to meet up in front.
Immediately after the ceremony, the reception was held at the same church. It was a really nice setup with some trippy lighting and good food. I enjoyed myself although I refused to dance much to my fellow coworkers’ disappointment. I can say that I wasn’t the only one that refused to dance!

I am very happy for them. Some day I hope that I will find my partner just as they have.
LtoR: Dwight, Me, Terry