Not everyone is lucky enough to find what they love to do and get paid for it. I often doubt the honesty of people who say they would do what they do for a living - for free. Just because 'lie on the couch and watch tv' isn't anywhere on the career list, doesn't mean it wouldn't make most people's list of preferences, peppered with 'microwaving popcorn.' Get paid to ride my bike and swim all day? Sure! But let's face it, even Olympian swimmers and professional tennis players need a vacation.
Currently searching for a job, I'm facing decisions about long-term career growth, career goals, financial compensation, and personal satisfaction. But in which order should the preceding factors play a role? Does satisfaction beat out financial necessity? Does career growth beat out company morale?
I passed on a job offer today. And only minutes after finding out I didn't get the job that they ended up giving to an internal candidate, I secured an interview elsewhere. The bird in the hand cliche keeps coming to mind, but at what point do you stop waiting for the perfect job and settle for one?
With two interviews tomorrow, it indeed only rains when it pours, and experience tells me it will be thus followed with a drought.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Just when I thought I was getting old...
I haven't been out partying in a while. Part of that is because I just don't have the social circle that is back home, but also, when you live in Mountain View, the city can seem far away. Alas, something kicked my social calendar into a higher gear this weekend and I sit here on not that much sleep after three nights in a row of drinks and socializing.
Thursday was a T. Tahari event at San Francisco's Macy's. My friend B uses a personal shopper, Judy, there - she's free!!! - and so we got invited to an event. Bit of a fashion show of sorts. And maybe it was the free sparkling, or maybe it was the fact that I've been on an anti-spending budget lately, but when I saw those Calvin Klein shoes... I knew I just had to have them.
Friday night we went to Otis to support Brian, an up and coming SF DJ, and then found ourselves in the Marina where B and I befriended a few boys over drinks. And not just any boys... DEA Agent boys. Four and a half hours later, after taxi rides to we're-not-sure-where (inner richmond) and pizza and lots and lots of conversation, I got home at 6 a.m.
What continues to blow me away as I recall the evening/morning, was that these guys were DEA Agents. As in, kick in the door and shout "DEA" really loud, agents. What might be more interesting, is that no, they did not actually admit to being 'on the force.' They were children's book writers, or illustrators, or copywriters. But no children's author that I know packs heat, tucks a shield in his belt, and keeps a DEA I.D card in his back pocket. Apparently, in the city of SF it becomes a controversial issue, so it's just easier 'not to talk about.'
Saturday night we joined our Canadian transplants (and Kate) for dinner in Palo Alto. I stand by that Empire Grill and Tap Room has the best carpaccio on the West Coast. Yum! Then we headed to Molly McGees for more alcohol and yup - dancing! Finally, after almost a full year of being nowhere near a dance floor you couldn't get me off. I think I was most impressed with the fact that the Provider got out there too at the end of the night. I found out today that it turns out he was probably only out there because he didn't realize he was. This morning he admitted not remembering much past dessert.
Nothing like Pho to take off the effects of a hangover. But it's not doing much for the fact that I've gotten about 12 hours of sleep in three nights. Now, I realize compared to what parents of newborns get that's probably a lot, but they have a bundle of joy to keep motivated. No one ever said killer headaches, stomach rot, and 'the spins' were motivating.
Thursday was a T. Tahari event at San Francisco's Macy's. My friend B uses a personal shopper, Judy, there - she's free!!! - and so we got invited to an event. Bit of a fashion show of sorts. And maybe it was the free sparkling, or maybe it was the fact that I've been on an anti-spending budget lately, but when I saw those Calvin Klein shoes... I knew I just had to have them.
Friday night we went to Otis to support Brian, an up and coming SF DJ, and then found ourselves in the Marina where B and I befriended a few boys over drinks. And not just any boys... DEA Agent boys. Four and a half hours later, after taxi rides to we're-not-sure-where (inner richmond) and pizza and lots and lots of conversation, I got home at 6 a.m.
What continues to blow me away as I recall the evening/morning, was that these guys were DEA Agents. As in, kick in the door and shout "DEA" really loud, agents. What might be more interesting, is that no, they did not actually admit to being 'on the force.' They were children's book writers, or illustrators, or copywriters. But no children's author that I know packs heat, tucks a shield in his belt, and keeps a DEA I.D card in his back pocket. Apparently, in the city of SF it becomes a controversial issue, so it's just easier 'not to talk about.'
Saturday night we joined our Canadian transplants (and Kate) for dinner in Palo Alto. I stand by that Empire Grill and Tap Room has the best carpaccio on the West Coast. Yum! Then we headed to Molly McGees for more alcohol and yup - dancing! Finally, after almost a full year of being nowhere near a dance floor you couldn't get me off. I think I was most impressed with the fact that the Provider got out there too at the end of the night. I found out today that it turns out he was probably only out there because he didn't realize he was. This morning he admitted not remembering much past dessert.
Nothing like Pho to take off the effects of a hangover. But it's not doing much for the fact that I've gotten about 12 hours of sleep in three nights. Now, I realize compared to what parents of newborns get that's probably a lot, but they have a bundle of joy to keep motivated. No one ever said killer headaches, stomach rot, and 'the spins' were motivating.
FIRST!
So I guess it's time to get on the social networking wagon. Or maybe, I just wanna be like everyone else? Or MAYBE, I don't have enough things to keep me busy during the day, so trying to commit to writing updates daily/weekly/monthly is just one more thing for me to think about. Either way, we'll see how long this lasts! Not to mention, this way, mom can keep up to date on stuff and we'll save time on phonecalls!
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