Hmm, so it's almost over now. I've written notes of what I did and how to do it, for whoever takes over my duties. I've deleted programs I downloaded. I've removed my personal files. I've written the short-but-sweet Away message for my Outlook email. I'm so done and so ready to leave. The hours couldn't tick by fast enough for my liking!
Yesterday I heard from two places regarding my resume that I put on Monster. Neither are really what I want to do but I may have to suck-it-up and do some crappy filing/reception jobs at least to pay the bills.
PL, my boyfriend, came home last night. It was great to see him. All the crap I've been dealing with, on his behalf, is now being transfered to him and I don't really feel to bad about that. I'm a very understanding girlfriend, and I don't mind helping friends and bf's, but I'm not a doormat and lately I've felt like one in every aspect of my life. Personal and work.
Friday, August 29, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Moving Fun
So I'm using this blog for more than just the career side of my life. I'm not going to share with you the chaos that has been my life the past few months. Okay, maybe chaos is a bit exaggerated...
I'm going to take you all the way back to last August, when my boyfriend of 3 years and 7 months dumped me. After lots of crying, a fun weight loss (the only nice part of an unwanted break-up), and 6 weeks, we reunited and are still together. Things were going amazingly well and we were incredibly happy. PL (again, anonymity to preserve privacy) was visiting his family and I bused down to see them in between Christmas and New Years. When we came back, I basically moved in. We just went to his house and my suitcases haven't left since. So unofficially, we've been living together since January.
In March, he officially asked me to move in, and after lots of difficulties (and paying rent for an empty apartment), I was able to sublet my place. So I moved all my things into my boyfriends place, and the Monday after the weekend I moved, we found out that the owners were selling and we would have to move in 3 months.
So we found a cute house to rent for July 1. We had always viewed it filled with things, so the problems weren't visible until we did an early walk through and discovered that the house was a total shithole. Broken windows, the aromatic smell of dog piss, an ant infestation, an illegal basement suite that we were responsible for renting (so the owner couldn't be held liable, nice), mold problems....it was awful. So we backed out, and incidentally are still waiting for our security deposit to be returned. But I could have a whole different blog on that topic...
And then we finally found a gorgeous 60's bungalow that was in good shape. After a few days of negotiations on the rent, we were able to get it for a great price. It's a three bedroom main floor. We get the backyard and the garage, with a working garage door that we can actually park our car in. I am so excited for this place and every time I think about it, I can't wait to be in it. We move in exactly 3 days, and I couldn't be more excited!
I'm going to take you all the way back to last August, when my boyfriend of 3 years and 7 months dumped me. After lots of crying, a fun weight loss (the only nice part of an unwanted break-up), and 6 weeks, we reunited and are still together. Things were going amazingly well and we were incredibly happy. PL (again, anonymity to preserve privacy) was visiting his family and I bused down to see them in between Christmas and New Years. When we came back, I basically moved in. We just went to his house and my suitcases haven't left since. So unofficially, we've been living together since January.
In March, he officially asked me to move in, and after lots of difficulties (and paying rent for an empty apartment), I was able to sublet my place. So I moved all my things into my boyfriends place, and the Monday after the weekend I moved, we found out that the owners were selling and we would have to move in 3 months.
So we found a cute house to rent for July 1. We had always viewed it filled with things, so the problems weren't visible until we did an early walk through and discovered that the house was a total shithole. Broken windows, the aromatic smell of dog piss, an ant infestation, an illegal basement suite that we were responsible for renting (so the owner couldn't be held liable, nice), mold problems....it was awful. So we backed out, and incidentally are still waiting for our security deposit to be returned. But I could have a whole different blog on that topic...
And then we finally found a gorgeous 60's bungalow that was in good shape. After a few days of negotiations on the rent, we were able to get it for a great price. It's a three bedroom main floor. We get the backyard and the garage, with a working garage door that we can actually park our car in. I am so excited for this place and every time I think about it, I can't wait to be in it. We move in exactly 3 days, and I couldn't be more excited!
Job Hunt Fun
I thought that Edmonton was in a boom and desperately needed entry-level workers? Strange that even though I've applied to more than 20 places, I have only heard back from 2. It's got me freaking out, like I attached the wrong resume and instead of the one that lists my more-than-2-years' administrative experience, I attached the one that said "FUCK YOU I DON'T NEED YOUR STUPID JOB". Silly me, I must remember to attach the right one next time...
On the positive side, I found a job that I think would be perfect for me. I applied on Monday for it and the posting closes tomorrow. I'm hoping to hear from them early next week, hopefully right after the long-weekend.
On the positive side, I found a job that I think would be perfect for me. I applied on Monday for it and the posting closes tomorrow. I'm hoping to hear from them early next week, hopefully right after the long-weekend.
Now this is a story all about how my life got flip turned upside down...
Okay, so my story is the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air lyrics but this job certainly flipped things around. My mom works for this organization (no names to have some privacy preserved) and they had a communications manager. Over the weeks, we arranged it so that I would complete my two month practicum there, with the manager as my mentor.
Well, the Friday before I went into my last week of school (also finals week, unfortunately) the manager quit. I was totally panicked but then reassured by the executive director that I would still get guidance and that I would still get many learning opportunities. I should have left after the first week...I was told there would be things on my desk that I could get started on right away, there weren't. The communications manager had mentally checked out and was more concerned with taking his stuff home than actually training me for anything.
After he left, it was worse. I only had a few projects to work on and my days were mostly filled with trying to entertain myself at the same time as trying to look busy (so I didn't get in trouble for looking at Hotmail, Facebook, and Perez Hilton). Close to the end of my practicum, I found another position that I thought looked promising and applied for it. We agreed that I would take a week to sort out this new position, or come back for the rest of the summer, at which point we'd talk about my "future" again. Well, the great job fell through, and so begrudgingly I returned for the next two months.
It was like a ghost town for projects, tumbleweeds were collecting in my office. Every time I initiated anything, I was shot down or in trouble because I didn't do it right. However, the only feedback I got was negative and I never got guidance in the first place. So finally, two weeks ago, I decided to leave. I wrote a letter for the executive director, stating that I would be leaving when my contract was up on August 29. She barely read it and didn't display any real reaction. With every other job, when giving my notice, I always got the "oooohhh, that's too bad. We'll miss you, you were great, etc. etc." but with her it was nothing. Her lack of reaction basically reaffirmed my determination to leave, even though I have no other job lined up.
Well, the Friday before I went into my last week of school (also finals week, unfortunately) the manager quit. I was totally panicked but then reassured by the executive director that I would still get guidance and that I would still get many learning opportunities. I should have left after the first week...I was told there would be things on my desk that I could get started on right away, there weren't. The communications manager had mentally checked out and was more concerned with taking his stuff home than actually training me for anything.
After he left, it was worse. I only had a few projects to work on and my days were mostly filled with trying to entertain myself at the same time as trying to look busy (so I didn't get in trouble for looking at Hotmail, Facebook, and Perez Hilton). Close to the end of my practicum, I found another position that I thought looked promising and applied for it. We agreed that I would take a week to sort out this new position, or come back for the rest of the summer, at which point we'd talk about my "future" again. Well, the great job fell through, and so begrudgingly I returned for the next two months.
It was like a ghost town for projects, tumbleweeds were collecting in my office. Every time I initiated anything, I was shot down or in trouble because I didn't do it right. However, the only feedback I got was negative and I never got guidance in the first place. So finally, two weeks ago, I decided to leave. I wrote a letter for the executive director, stating that I would be leaving when my contract was up on August 29. She barely read it and didn't display any real reaction. With every other job, when giving my notice, I always got the "oooohhh, that's too bad. We'll miss you, you were great, etc. etc." but with her it was nothing. Her lack of reaction basically reaffirmed my determination to leave, even though I have no other job lined up.
3 days and counting...
I'm on 3-2-1 Day at my practicum position. I'm a communications assistant at a non-profit housing organization. This first job out of school has certainly not been what I expected, and not in a good way. I'll post the whole story soon...
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