In the spirit of Thanksgiving, I feel like it wouldn’t be right if I didn’t post a blog to express my sincere thanks. To my family, especially my sister and brother - one for her ear and shoulder, and the other for being that male figure in our boys' lives (and for other things I can’t say on this blog without possibly incriminating you) – you two really come in handy!! To my girlfriends – I am truly blessed to be surrounded by such a diverse group of females…from TZ and our circle of four, to K. Smalls and our circle of six, to GLAM…you have no idea of the impact you have made on my life and I appreciate you all! To my guyfriends –the only one that get it when I laugh about The Office, the only ones that can truly help me out when I say “what the hell was up w/ dude?”, and the only ones that value the friendship too much to let it become something more. To Ron for getting it. And lastly, to you all for taking the time to read, to reply, to listen, to help, and most importantly, to laugh.
Thanks.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
What A Day...
What A Day…
A few weeks ago I interviewed for this position; THE position. The interview went well. It lasted for about one hour and fifteen minutes and at the end the hiring supervisor said she was impressed and that my resume was very impressive. For two weeks I waited to hear something and then on Tuesday I got an email; THE email. As I read it my heart dropped to my stomach, bounced up to my throat and kind of lodged itself there for about 10 minutes. I didn’t get the job.
Now, did I mention that I really, really, REALLY wanted this job? So, to say I was disappointed would be an understatement. I sat there looking at the email, and re-reading it hoping that if would eventually say something different, but it didn’t. I was devastated. This was a very hard blow to my career aspirations. I felt defeated and I wasn’t quite sure if I would be able to recover so easily from this setback.
Some how I managed to looked at the clock and saw that it was almost time for my yoga class. Although I didn’t feel much like yoga, I decided that it was better than sitting there reading that email.
I don’t even remember taking the elevators to the gym, changing my clothes, grabbing my yoga mat, and setting up for class. I just remember sitting there to myself, quiet, and not talking. Now for those of you that know me knows that if I’m not talking than it’s a problem! This day I didn’t feel like talking. I just wanted the class to start and be over.
I half-assed yoga class because I didn’t really feel like striving for much. So when she encouraged us to raise our leg while in bridge, I merely stayed in bridge. The only thing I put my all into was the corpse pose. Man, did I lay there!!!!
At the end of class while we were in a comfortable seated position with our eyes close and hands to our hearts, my yoga teacher decided to read a poem by Langston Hughes entitled Dreams. As she read the poem the lump in my throat came back. After reading the poem she encouraged the class to always hold true to their dreams. With eyes still closed I bowed and “Namasted”, and with that bow the tears ran down my cheeks. With those tears I released the disappointing news that I had received earlier, the disappointment that I had with myself, and made room for something better.
I got to my desk and saw a new email. I was hoping that it was a retraction to the one previously sent, but it was from one the the VP's stating that because I did so well on a recent corporate campaign that I got an extra day off - I'll talke it! With that I forwarded the email to my supervisor letting her know that I was taking Friday off. A perfect start to my weekend getaway with Ron! Stay tuned...
Dreams
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow
A few weeks ago I interviewed for this position; THE position. The interview went well. It lasted for about one hour and fifteen minutes and at the end the hiring supervisor said she was impressed and that my resume was very impressive. For two weeks I waited to hear something and then on Tuesday I got an email; THE email. As I read it my heart dropped to my stomach, bounced up to my throat and kind of lodged itself there for about 10 minutes. I didn’t get the job.
Now, did I mention that I really, really, REALLY wanted this job? So, to say I was disappointed would be an understatement. I sat there looking at the email, and re-reading it hoping that if would eventually say something different, but it didn’t. I was devastated. This was a very hard blow to my career aspirations. I felt defeated and I wasn’t quite sure if I would be able to recover so easily from this setback.
Some how I managed to looked at the clock and saw that it was almost time for my yoga class. Although I didn’t feel much like yoga, I decided that it was better than sitting there reading that email.
I don’t even remember taking the elevators to the gym, changing my clothes, grabbing my yoga mat, and setting up for class. I just remember sitting there to myself, quiet, and not talking. Now for those of you that know me knows that if I’m not talking than it’s a problem! This day I didn’t feel like talking. I just wanted the class to start and be over.
I half-assed yoga class because I didn’t really feel like striving for much. So when she encouraged us to raise our leg while in bridge, I merely stayed in bridge. The only thing I put my all into was the corpse pose. Man, did I lay there!!!!
At the end of class while we were in a comfortable seated position with our eyes close and hands to our hearts, my yoga teacher decided to read a poem by Langston Hughes entitled Dreams. As she read the poem the lump in my throat came back. After reading the poem she encouraged the class to always hold true to their dreams. With eyes still closed I bowed and “Namasted”, and with that bow the tears ran down my cheeks. With those tears I released the disappointing news that I had received earlier, the disappointment that I had with myself, and made room for something better.
I got to my desk and saw a new email. I was hoping that it was a retraction to the one previously sent, but it was from one the the VP's stating that because I did so well on a recent corporate campaign that I got an extra day off - I'll talke it! With that I forwarded the email to my supervisor letting her know that I was taking Friday off. A perfect start to my weekend getaway with Ron! Stay tuned...
Dreams
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow
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