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Learning how to rebalance my life with a full-time job has sort of been like picking up a tennis racquet after not playing for a year. Although I understand the what I need to do to ensure successful execution, my body doesn't naturally react in tandem with my mind.
The good news is that I haven't ended up frustrated (like I do when I can't hit a backhand correctly to save my life), but merely tired. It probably doesn't help that I overextend myself, trying to fit in work, errands, social activities, and traveling every weekend for the past month. It's a wonder that I manage to find time to wash my dishes every couple of days.
So, tonight I left work at a respectable 5:40pm. I was in pajamas before I even got to the end of my entry hall. Admittedly, a few dishes were washed before I made a simple dinner of pasta and wine. Those were my most taxing events of the night. Phone calls and emails have gone unanswered. And an episode of White Collar and The Voice later, you're getting this low-key blog post before I head to my bed and my book.
It feels good to be old and boring sometimes.
orange blossom french soda \10.02\
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cafe,
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The good news is that I haven't ended up frustrated (like I do when I can't hit a backhand correctly to save my life), but merely tired. It probably doesn't help that I overextend myself, trying to fit in work, errands, social activities, and traveling every weekend for the past month. It's a wonder that I manage to find time to wash my dishes every couple of days.
So, tonight I left work at a respectable 5:40pm. I was in pajamas before I even got to the end of my entry hall. Admittedly, a few dishes were washed before I made a simple dinner of pasta and wine. Those were my most taxing events of the night. Phone calls and emails have gone unanswered. And an episode of White Collar and The Voice later, you're getting this low-key blog post before I head to my bed and my book.
It feels good to be old and boring sometimes.
Barely 24 hours of my life passed by in New York City. When taking into consideration the whirlwind timeline of the trip, the mental tornado of interviewing, and the pace of the city flowing around me - I don't entirely believe that I was even there. I must have made it up.
It amazes me how different NYC feels from Chicago, even on our most bustling streets. Granted, my radius of experience in NYC doesn't flow very far outside of Midtown, but everything feels more narrow, crowded and harried.
Yet, I'm not necessarily uncomfortable there. However, I am not quite as aggressive in my crosswalking as those New Yorkers. I don't think they believe in standing on the sidewalk.
Everyone's first question after an interview is, "How did it go?" And you never really know the answer to that question until you're offered the job or rejected. This time around, here's what I did know upon walking out the door.
I was honestly enthusiastic about the opportunity and I feel like it naturally injected my conversations with life.
There wasn't a single area where I couldn't find a parallel between my skills and their requirements.
I was able to relate to everyone that I talked to on a personal level, which made the conversations enjoyable and reassured me that this is a company culture that I could seamlessly feel at home in.
Finally, all of hours that I spent there felt like conversations instead of interrogations - a measure that I always considered when I was on the other side of the interview table.
Now I'm watching the hours pass, hoping to hear from someone. Hoping to hear good news from someone.
passing through nyc \08.28\
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buildings,
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It amazes me how different NYC feels from Chicago, even on our most bustling streets. Granted, my radius of experience in NYC doesn't flow very far outside of Midtown, but everything feels more narrow, crowded and harried.
Yet, I'm not necessarily uncomfortable there. However, I am not quite as aggressive in my crosswalking as those New Yorkers. I don't think they believe in standing on the sidewalk.
Everyone's first question after an interview is, "How did it go?" And you never really know the answer to that question until you're offered the job or rejected. This time around, here's what I did know upon walking out the door.
I was honestly enthusiastic about the opportunity and I feel like it naturally injected my conversations with life.
There wasn't a single area where I couldn't find a parallel between my skills and their requirements.
I was able to relate to everyone that I talked to on a personal level, which made the conversations enjoyable and reassured me that this is a company culture that I could seamlessly feel at home in.
Finally, all of hours that I spent there felt like conversations instead of interrogations - a measure that I always considered when I was on the other side of the interview table.
Now I'm watching the hours pass, hoping to hear from someone. Hoping to hear good news from someone.