disasterpants jones (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} muse) wrote,@ 2008-02-04 14:56:00 |
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job updates
The interview with the plastic surgeon/wellness physician went well, although for different reasons than the one with the Attorney. I dashed into the meeting (still twenty minutes early) after being asked to arrive two hours earlier than we'd previously agreed. The day was rainy, but my three-quarter ecru frock coat was rocking, and I got an umbrella afterwards. The Doctor asked me direct questions and kept me for about twenty minutes before deciding to hire me. I thought that because English was not his native language that I'd gotten confused and "We'll start you soon" meant "We'll get back to you soon." Lo and behold, I received a telephone call today about working up a schedule for me as soon as possible. With this job, there is excellent salary and benefits, bonuses, and the opportunity for growth (the Doctor wants me to do some marketing research and a bunch of other things).
If I had my choice between the two most recent interviews, I'd go with the Firm. I could imagine myself working with that group of people, and I see the possibility for limitless growth. The people are decent, intelligent, and interesting. I'd also be salaried, with exceptional benefits, bonuses, and opportunities for growth and realising my potential. I'm excited about the possiblity of working there.
After our interview, I sent out a thank you E-mail. Today, I mailed both interviews handwritten thank-you cards on the back of Rothko prints. I arrived for both meetings very early and carried a folder with extra resumes and references, just in case. Friday morning, the Firm contacted me to say that they wanted me to meet the founder, who'd be flying in from Martha's Vineyard. I took this as a good sign. The Attorney said he didn't want me to wait much longer, but rather I met with the founder than do a tele-conference, as was discussed. I took this as another good omen.
It's funny, all of this, because I used to relish being a starving artist and living by my empty pockets. However, doing that also meant that I was constantly broke and never able to adequately compensate the people in my life for believing in me. That doesn't even count all the times I was ill and didn't see a doctor or dentist because I didn't have the funds or insurance. What I see now is that being a starving artist is only romantic to those who haven't lived it. It's not romantic to be scared of where your next meal is going to come from and how you're going to sleep next month. It's illogical and crazy-stupid. It's not the way a person should live.
I think that there's a way for me to work a decent wage and pursue my artistic goals in the after-hours times. I haven't stopped believing in my work/art. If anything, having gainful employment will help me to go further with learning about my various talents/trades. I intend to take creative writing and furniture making courses at a local college as soon as I secure a job. I plan to take grant-writing workshops and perhaps lead my own workshops. There's a wild, wide world out there, and I'm more than ready to seize it--one claw at a time.
Jewel
P.S. One of my friends asked, "How can you potentially work for a plastic surgeon, when women mutilate themselves there?" I said that it wasn't for me to judge and that I did a number of things to change my appearance that weren't natural (the older I get, the darker my hair gets, so you bet I dye it, even if it does take to colour and looks natural). If I start getting to a point where I no longer feel attractive, maybe I will consider plastic surgery. Maybe I won't. Wrinkles don't bug me. I see laugh-lines as scars of smiles once had. However, if it makes me feel good about myself and I'm doing it for myself, not some societal perception of common beauty, I don't see the harm. What worries me about plastic surgery is when perfectly attractive people become obsessed with it and drastically alter their appearances, having multiple surgeries. I think this is similar to the body dysmorphia that some anorexics and bulemics have. It results in a distortion of reality. I'm pretty sure that this is what's going on with Michael Jackson, too. That man doesn't know what he really looks like and is trying to run away from some ugly ghost he sees in the mirror that never existed. That said, I think it's for people to judge for themselves what they want to do or not. I do think it's important to examine the reasons why. A lot of plastic surgeons help people who've been seriously scarred in accidents to have faces once again. That's a lot of what my potential Doctor does.
The interview with the plastic surgeon/wellness physician went well, although for different reasons than the one with the Attorney. I dashed into the meeting (still twenty minutes early) after being asked to arrive two hours earlier than we'd previously agreed. The day was rainy, but my three-quarter ecru frock coat was rocking, and I got an umbrella afterwards. The Doctor asked me direct questions and kept me for about twenty minutes before deciding to hire me. I thought that because English was not his native language that I'd gotten confused and "We'll start you soon" meant "We'll get back to you soon." Lo and behold, I received a telephone call today about working up a schedule for me as soon as possible. With this job, there is excellent salary and benefits, bonuses, and the opportunity for growth (the Doctor wants me to do some marketing research and a bunch of other things).
If I had my choice between the two most recent interviews, I'd go with the Firm. I could imagine myself working with that group of people, and I see the possibility for limitless growth. The people are decent, intelligent, and interesting. I'd also be salaried, with exceptional benefits, bonuses, and opportunities for growth and realising my potential. I'm excited about the possiblity of working there.
After our interview, I sent out a thank you E-mail. Today, I mailed both interviews handwritten thank-you cards on the back of Rothko prints. I arrived for both meetings very early and carried a folder with extra resumes and references, just in case. Friday morning, the Firm contacted me to say that they wanted me to meet the founder, who'd be flying in from Martha's Vineyard. I took this as a good sign. The Attorney said he didn't want me to wait much longer, but rather I met with the founder than do a tele-conference, as was discussed. I took this as another good omen.
It's funny, all of this, because I used to relish being a starving artist and living by my empty pockets. However, doing that also meant that I was constantly broke and never able to adequately compensate the people in my life for believing in me. That doesn't even count all the times I was ill and didn't see a doctor or dentist because I didn't have the funds or insurance. What I see now is that being a starving artist is only romantic to those who haven't lived it. It's not romantic to be scared of where your next meal is going to come from and how you're going to sleep next month. It's illogical and crazy-stupid. It's not the way a person should live.
I think that there's a way for me to work a decent wage and pursue my artistic goals in the after-hours times. I haven't stopped believing in my work/art. If anything, having gainful employment will help me to go further with learning about my various talents/trades. I intend to take creative writing and furniture making courses at a local college as soon as I secure a job. I plan to take grant-writing workshops and perhaps lead my own workshops. There's a wild, wide world out there, and I'm more than ready to seize it--one claw at a time.
Jewel
P.S. One of my friends asked, "How can you potentially work for a plastic surgeon, when women mutilate themselves there?" I said that it wasn't for me to judge and that I did a number of things to change my appearance that weren't natural (the older I get, the darker my hair gets, so you bet I dye it, even if it does take to colour and looks natural). If I start getting to a point where I no longer feel attractive, maybe I will consider plastic surgery. Maybe I won't. Wrinkles don't bug me. I see laugh-lines as scars of smiles once had. However, if it makes me feel good about myself and I'm doing it for myself, not some societal perception of common beauty, I don't see the harm. What worries me about plastic surgery is when perfectly attractive people become obsessed with it and drastically alter their appearances, having multiple surgeries. I think this is similar to the body dysmorphia that some anorexics and bulemics have. It results in a distortion of reality. I'm pretty sure that this is what's going on with Michael Jackson, too. That man doesn't know what he really looks like and is trying to run away from some ugly ghost he sees in the mirror that never existed. That said, I think it's for people to judge for themselves what they want to do or not. I do think it's important to examine the reasons why. A lot of plastic surgeons help people who've been seriously scarred in accidents to have faces once again. That's a lot of what my potential Doctor does.
