My first jobs ever were assistant to the Executive Director (friend of my moms) at the Nature Center at Shaker Lakes, assistant at my Dad's (my dad) office and sales assistant at a gift store, Mulholland and Sachs, owned by a friend of my moms. All of these jobs I utilized the magic of connections. Oh the magic of connections. In my hometown of Cleveland my mom know's everyone and in terms of job searching up to this point the people that she knows have been nothing short of a Godsend. And okay I know in the end I have used my smarts to fill the gap between who my mom knows and the position they have to offer, but still connections are like magic, you know?
Looking for a job in Denver will be my second real, epic, adult job search. The first of which began after I graduated last May with my Master's. Wow I guess I have come full circle. My first real, epic, adult job search was pretty weird. I mean I was officially done with school and it is pretty unlikely I will go back for more at this point (Doctorate anyone?!). I'd never had to use careerbuilder.com or other such job sites before to locate a job. And finally I was at the point where my family wasn't really supporting me financially like when I was a babe. This first real, epic, adult job search felt urgent in the way that looking for a summer job at 16 does not. At the end of the day even though I got frustrated, cried, was bored to shit looking through the depths of the internet for a way to make money I found a job, in two months, through a connection. I was lucky. Other people I graduated with would continue to look for jobs 5, 6, 9, 12 months post graduation.
The Denver job search, the second real, epic, adult job search of my life has been slowly moving along. It is so far and will be much different than my Cleveland job search considering the magic of connections is diminished in Denver. Which I think makes it a little bit more interesting and once I do get a job it will be all the more satisfying to know that I have found that job in every sense of the word.
For this job search I have been using Craigslist a little more than the last time and I have come across some interesting positions. There was a job offer that a CEO of some company posted looking for someone to watch him while he works because due to his severe adult ADD he can't keep on task. He even said you can use your phone and computer whilst he works and he will buy you coffee since he likes to work in the various coffee shops of Denver, because it helps his ADD to be in busy settings. Another great option on Craigslist would be the surrogate mother route. To the tune of $15,000 to $60,000 you can have someone else's baby (and someone else's stretch marks too). There are also a lot of really great positions posted on craigslist but they aren't as much fun to talk about. Up to this point the only responses I have received from my job applications are no response or please contact us when you get to Denver. Like I said this job search is moving along slowly, but I am excited to really get head long into it once I get to Colorado.
The moral of this story is that job searching is a weird task, it is like a full time job where you have to put up with a lot of bullshit, it is not very glamorous and your boss is super ADD sometimes! But with a little tenacity and some creativity I'm sure I will find a job I can love and be happy with.
knock on wood...
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Monday, April 29, 2013
Joe-Less in Cleveland
Last night I watched television for the last time in my house amongst stacks of cardboard boxes. Joe has been in Denver since Friday after what sounded like a wonderful trek across the United States with my younger brother, Nathan. (Shout-out: Thanks Natey! You rock!)
Being in Cleveland feels weird now. Sort of like I don't belong anymore? All my stuff is getting put in a moving van as we speak. I've said goodbye to so many people already. We've been celebrating our last bout in Cleveland with too much food and booze for a long time at this point. So really what am I still doing here?
Well Nate is graduating for one thing and there is no way in hell I would miss my little bro graduating from college! I mean wow, what an accomplishment! But beyond that this time is sort of special to me. It will be the last time I will be alone (well Joe-less) with my mom and my little brother, Michael, like it was back in the day, just our little family unit (again shout-out to Natey, we miss you!) I would like to enjoy my family right up to the last second we are together, because why the hell not. I love these people. They have been through everything with me and I'm gonna miss them like crazy. So I am going to look at this continued limbo as a gift where I can go on Pizzazz dates with my Momma and do silly errands with my bro, like picking up corsages and buying fountain drinks at McDonalds before his (yes his) mani (for prom, lol).
I am finishing this blog post sitting at my mom's table after I have essentially moved back in with my mom for the very last time. I am feeling a little existential and maybe a little melancholy right now. So much is changing (I am moving to another state) and so much will still change even once I get there (I will start a new job eventually...I will get married...woah!) I just feel like I am existing right now on the cusp of life. It is one of those moments you hit and you know you will be vastly different on the other side. Like when you grow out of your first love, graduate from college, experience your first real job...get engaged. It just seems so epic you don't even know what you are feeling. Well anyway it is just too indescribable so I think I will spare you the gory details and leave you with a Ghandi quotation that I like.
“If I have the belief that I can do it, I shall surely acquire the capacity to do it even if I may not have it at the beginning.” Ghandi
Being in Cleveland feels weird now. Sort of like I don't belong anymore? All my stuff is getting put in a moving van as we speak. I've said goodbye to so many people already. We've been celebrating our last bout in Cleveland with too much food and booze for a long time at this point. So really what am I still doing here?
Well Nate is graduating for one thing and there is no way in hell I would miss my little bro graduating from college! I mean wow, what an accomplishment! But beyond that this time is sort of special to me. It will be the last time I will be alone (well Joe-less) with my mom and my little brother, Michael, like it was back in the day, just our little family unit (again shout-out to Natey, we miss you!) I would like to enjoy my family right up to the last second we are together, because why the hell not. I love these people. They have been through everything with me and I'm gonna miss them like crazy. So I am going to look at this continued limbo as a gift where I can go on Pizzazz dates with my Momma and do silly errands with my bro, like picking up corsages and buying fountain drinks at McDonalds before his (yes his) mani (for prom, lol).
I am finishing this blog post sitting at my mom's table after I have essentially moved back in with my mom for the very last time. I am feeling a little existential and maybe a little melancholy right now. So much is changing (I am moving to another state) and so much will still change even once I get there (I will start a new job eventually...I will get married...woah!) I just feel like I am existing right now on the cusp of life. It is one of those moments you hit and you know you will be vastly different on the other side. Like when you grow out of your first love, graduate from college, experience your first real job...get engaged. It just seems so epic you don't even know what you are feeling. Well anyway it is just too indescribable so I think I will spare you the gory details and leave you with a Ghandi quotation that I like.
“If I have the belief that I can do it, I shall surely acquire the capacity to do it even if I may not have it at the beginning.” Ghandi
Friday, April 5, 2013
Workin' It Out!
Did you know that Denver is ranked one of the top ten most fit cities in the United States? I think that is an amazing achievement. Go Denver!
This is yet another wonderful reason I am excited to hit the mile high city. For a few years now I have tried to be a regular, nay religious gym go-er and I try to eat in a varied, healthful way. I do indulge in my fair share of sugary items and booze, but that is neither here nor there.
For me being physically fit is not really about the health benefits, though I think those are great, it is more about the mental benefits, the endorphins and the seratonin boost it gives you. I have had a couple personal struggles in my life that I think working it out in the gym has given me the ability to overcome (or maybe keep in check.)
One of my requirements for our apartment search was that they had an in-building gym. I know that probably upped our chances of having to pay an arm and a leg for our apartment, but I was hopeful. I kept my fingers crossed and voila we have a nice little gym with some weight machines and a few treadmills and maybe a stationary bike if I recall correctly. Working out in a gym does become a tiring routine, though, for even the most devoted of gym rats. What better time than the present to try and do a little more than role out of bed and go to the gym. So to do my part to keep my cities ratings up I really want to try some new outdoorsy, fitness activities that do not involve drinking on the patio. ;P I really mean like hiking or mountain biking. And I definitely am going to walk more being that our apartment is going to be extremely close to all sorts of fun activities (and hopefully my new job)! Plus getting out and about is probably a great way to meet some people and make friends. Heck I might finally even try Zumba!
I will keep you updated on my new fitness adventures as they unfold and if I don't someone should probably nag me to get out of the house and do something. :D
Well ttfn...
Post Script: I wrote this on a stationary bike. Gawd I love cell phones!
This is yet another wonderful reason I am excited to hit the mile high city. For a few years now I have tried to be a regular, nay religious gym go-er and I try to eat in a varied, healthful way. I do indulge in my fair share of sugary items and booze, but that is neither here nor there.
For me being physically fit is not really about the health benefits, though I think those are great, it is more about the mental benefits, the endorphins and the seratonin boost it gives you. I have had a couple personal struggles in my life that I think working it out in the gym has given me the ability to overcome (or maybe keep in check.)
One of my requirements for our apartment search was that they had an in-building gym. I know that probably upped our chances of having to pay an arm and a leg for our apartment, but I was hopeful. I kept my fingers crossed and voila we have a nice little gym with some weight machines and a few treadmills and maybe a stationary bike if I recall correctly. Working out in a gym does become a tiring routine, though, for even the most devoted of gym rats. What better time than the present to try and do a little more than role out of bed and go to the gym. So to do my part to keep my cities ratings up I really want to try some new outdoorsy, fitness activities that do not involve drinking on the patio. ;P I really mean like hiking or mountain biking. And I definitely am going to walk more being that our apartment is going to be extremely close to all sorts of fun activities (and hopefully my new job)! Plus getting out and about is probably a great way to meet some people and make friends. Heck I might finally even try Zumba!
I will keep you updated on my new fitness adventures as they unfold and if I don't someone should probably nag me to get out of the house and do something. :D
Well ttfn...
Post Script: I wrote this on a stationary bike. Gawd I love cell phones!
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
Strides - Big Ones!
The last time I contributed to this blog the month was January, my work morale had hit an all-time low, and I was focused on taking the GRE with the intention of being accepted into a graduate school in Denver. Things have changed, dramatically, but for the better nonetheless.
Upon researching graduate school and the inherent financial situation that is presented I realized that I need to be a resident of Colorado for at least one year before I can get in-state tuition (and save roughtly 60% on the cost of grad school for the first year). So my decision to delay grad school for one year was a no-brainer. We like change, but we like our changes to be calculated. Thus, my focus and efforts had shifted from acing the GRE to finding stable employment in Denver.
Rachael detailed our early March visit to Denver, but one thing she did not mention were the job interviews I had lined up for the Monday following our apartment search. I was scheduled for two interviews: one with PMC Group, a company based in Copenhagen, Denmark, for a hydraulics engineer role. The second interview was for a project manager position at Cooper Industries. PMC's facility in Golden, Colorado is their only American location and is very small compared to what I'm used to. No more than 20 employees total, a shop with 20,000 square feet of empty floor space, and an office with desks, private offices and meeting rooms but not nearly enough people to fill them all up. A nice change, I thought. Cooper Industries, located in Aurora, Colorado, reminded me much more of my Parker-Hannifin. A 60,000 square foot plant, an enormous cubicle-farm and people running around all over the place like chickens sans heads (avec too much coffee). A nice, clean and bright facility; these were my first impressions of the place, but soon the similarities to my current plant and office became discerning.
The PMC interview came first that morning. I did my best J-Timble impression and put on my suit and tie, trying to look as professional as possible while still maintaining a somewhat questionable mustache (I couldn't bring myself to shave it off). Upon entering their building I was greeted by a sign-in sheet and an empty receptionist's desk. Editors Note to Rachael: they might be hiring. I signed in and rang the visitor-alert bell that was rigged to the vacant reception desk. Shortly thereafter I was greeted by a vibrant Danish fellow named Mikkel. Mikkel quickly offered water, coffee, and a place for Rachael to sit instead of waiting in the car. I walked with Mikkel though a small hallway that opened up into the aforementioned office. Newly built, fresh furnishings, lots of natural light and open space. I like it. Mikkel seats me in a window-walled conference room as he walks away to fetch a co-worker. He returns with a surly but jolly man named Tim. Tim is an American operations manager. My interview commences.
After a bout of typical interview questions, "How do you respond to adversity? How do you handle multi-tasking? What's your favorite/least-favorite part of your current job?" Mikkel and Tim get onto the technical stuff. The stuff I had been preparing for. They ask about my experience conducting projects. I give them specific examples of my leadership roles. They ask my about my hydraulic component knowledge. I tell them the details about the valves I've been working on over the past 4 years. They ask me about my proficiency in Inventor. I hand them each a copy of work instructions that I've modeled and assembled myself using Inventor. They ask me if I like to travel. I say "yes." They show me a hydraulic schematic of a system they're preparing to build. I point out what I recognize and what I don't recognize. For a second I thought this part would get me in trouble; I am a bit rusty and inexperienced at interpreting hydraulic schematics. But alas, they assure me they are just looking for someone who knows "when valves will open and close." Sounds good to me. And all the while they allow me to interject, to ask questions when they pop up in my head. They give me time to write notes and ask for more details. I like these guys. Two hours of this type of back and forth Q & A fly by. It's time to get moving so I can make my next interview. I shake hands with the gents, smile frequently, maintain eye contact and go on my merry way. I feel good.
After a drive past downtown Denver to the other side of town and some initial confusion over the exact location of Cooper Industries, Rachael and I arrive ahead of schedule in Aurora, Colorado. After a short wait in the car, I head in. I am greeted by a receptionist and the typical sign-in sheet. But this time, I am asked to fill out several pages of paperwork. At this point I am more than thankful I went in fifteen minutes early. Otherwise this paperwork would have thrown the interview schedule way off. Literally seconds after I finish filling out the last bits of required information, I am approached by a young man named Jeremy and a middle aged woman named Lisa. We exchange handshakes and formalities, and the pair lead me upstairs to a conference room. This time, however, I'm in a conference room that I consider more of a cell. It seems that every plant or office has a couple of these. "Conference rooms" they call them, but anything with a lockable door and no windows is considered a "cell" in my book. Call me crazy, but I operate at a slightly more relaxed level when I can at least see outside.
The interview begins with me telling Jeremy and Lisa about my experience at Parker, what I've been doing here for the last 5 years, and my likes and dislikes concerning my work. They ask me how my experience here will help me succeed at Cooper in the project manager role. The questions get more intense. "Tell us specifically about a time when you've had too much to do in a day and your supervisor cannot prioritize your work for you. Tell us specifically about a conflict you've had with a coworker while working on a project together. Tell us how you handle customer relations when their product is faulty." I describe to them the most detailed events that I can recall. For some reason, this interview is not flowing like the last one. They begin to tell me more about the specifics of the job. It sounds like a customer service role. I've got friends in customer service at Parker. They are not happy people. And if they appear happy, it's because they're drunk. I'm not getting a good vibe from my temporary cell-mates, and Lisa begins to wield a skeptical scowl when I tell them that I prefer structure - or to create structure when none exists - within the workplace. The interview ends in a very typical manner: by them asking me if I have any more questions for them about the position or the company. Only this time, I do not have any questions. Not because they allowed me to ask questions during the entire interview, but because I know I do not want this job. I want to work for PMC and the stilfuld Danish guys.
With my brain cramped, personality exhausted of bright smiles, and my neck gasping for some air I loosen my tie and head back out to the car. I'm ready for a drink. The whole way to the airport and the entire flight home I can only talk to Rachael about how the interviews went, about how badly I want the job at PMC and to travel to Denmark with them and be their go-to hydraulics guy. As we get home I finally unwind. I begin to realize that these things take time and that it might be days or weeks before I find out whether or not either of these companies want me to work for them. I try my best to put it out of my mind, but it feels impossible. I am edgy, tense, and anxious. But then one evening, after about a week, the phone rings. It's a Denver number I don't recognize...
With my brain cramped, personality exhausted of bright smiles, and my neck gasping for some air I loosen my tie and head back out to the car. I'm ready for a drink. The whole way to the airport and the entire flight home I can only talk to Rachael about how the interviews went, about how badly I want the job at PMC and to travel to Denmark with them and be their go-to hydraulics guy. As we get home I finally unwind. I begin to realize that these things take time and that it might be days or weeks before I find out whether or not either of these companies want me to work for them. I try my best to put it out of my mind, but it feels impossible. I am edgy, tense, and anxious. But then one evening, after about a week, the phone rings. It's a Denver number I don't recognize...
The Secret Gift of Moving (if you do it right!)
I live in a house. I have rooms for storage. Soon I will live in an apartment. I will have rooms for living in. I like clothing and I might be an acute hoarder. Can you guess my problem?
I have way too much stuff!
No, but seriously I have a lot of stuff. Jeans, makeup, books, old school work, craft crap, scarves, sweatshirts, weird shadow box figurines...like I have been collecting my stuff since I was a baby. Don't get me wrong I have given away my fair share of clothing throughout the years and I throw away mascara when it's too dry, but moving from a house to an apartment is different. I have to get rid of clothing that I would have never gotten rid of if I kept on living in a house, but we just won't have the space to house my collection. Aside from the fact that it is kind of hard to give away clothing I want but down have room for, it feels good as hell to slough off my junk and realize I didn't need any of it to begin with.
I have probably donated half my wardrobe, something like 15 bags worth, and it is a little like uncovering the you, you really want to be. Like instead of having 5 black tees, I only kept the one black tee I always wear that makes me look good. Or instead of keeping 10 colorful/floral/print dresses, I picked the three that scream Rachael. You have to be honest with yourself about what you know you will wear over and over and what you bought because it was on sale, trendy, will fit next month etc. And keep in mind there will be opportunities down the road to buy clothing should you need to...umm hello Larimer Square, 16th Street Mall, Denver Boutique shopping yes please!
Moving is an opportunity to recreate your life.
We are building a new life in Denver and along with that comes the chance for a bit of reinvention. I have always wanted to have a well put together living space, decorated purposefully with beautiful items that showcase all that you hold dear and your panache for interior design. ;) With my house I never really bothered. I don't know if it was the fact that I was overwhelmed by the amount of space I would need to decorate or the fact that all my furniture was hand me down and it just wouldn't look cool no matter how I tried to swing it. So Denver is my chance to show Joe and the world how I can put together a room and make it look cool, mostly with stuff we already own. But first I have to donate/throw out all the weird tchotskis that don't fit in with the aesthetic I am going for. Clutter is never pretty!
Moral of this story is you can do more with a whole lot less. It is going to feel amazing to be in our new digs without all of our old crap bogging us down.
Post Script: Best fun finds to date...the great pair of Paige skinny jeans I found in a laundry basket of old jeans and my acceptance letter to Hathaway Brown from like 1997 (gave me a good reminiscent laugh.)
I have way too much stuff!
No, but seriously I have a lot of stuff. Jeans, makeup, books, old school work, craft crap, scarves, sweatshirts, weird shadow box figurines...like I have been collecting my stuff since I was a baby. Don't get me wrong I have given away my fair share of clothing throughout the years and I throw away mascara when it's too dry, but moving from a house to an apartment is different. I have to get rid of clothing that I would have never gotten rid of if I kept on living in a house, but we just won't have the space to house my collection. Aside from the fact that it is kind of hard to give away clothing I want but down have room for, it feels good as hell to slough off my junk and realize I didn't need any of it to begin with.
I have probably donated half my wardrobe, something like 15 bags worth, and it is a little like uncovering the you, you really want to be. Like instead of having 5 black tees, I only kept the one black tee I always wear that makes me look good. Or instead of keeping 10 colorful/floral/print dresses, I picked the three that scream Rachael. You have to be honest with yourself about what you know you will wear over and over and what you bought because it was on sale, trendy, will fit next month etc. And keep in mind there will be opportunities down the road to buy clothing should you need to...umm hello Larimer Square, 16th Street Mall, Denver Boutique shopping yes please!
Moving is an opportunity to recreate your life.
We are building a new life in Denver and along with that comes the chance for a bit of reinvention. I have always wanted to have a well put together living space, decorated purposefully with beautiful items that showcase all that you hold dear and your panache for interior design. ;) With my house I never really bothered. I don't know if it was the fact that I was overwhelmed by the amount of space I would need to decorate or the fact that all my furniture was hand me down and it just wouldn't look cool no matter how I tried to swing it. So Denver is my chance to show Joe and the world how I can put together a room and make it look cool, mostly with stuff we already own. But first I have to donate/throw out all the weird tchotskis that don't fit in with the aesthetic I am going for. Clutter is never pretty!
Moral of this story is you can do more with a whole lot less. It is going to feel amazing to be in our new digs without all of our old crap bogging us down.
Post Script: Best fun finds to date...the great pair of Paige skinny jeans I found in a laundry basket of old jeans and my acceptance letter to Hathaway Brown from like 1997 (gave me a good reminiscent laugh.)
Baking in the Mile High City?
I remembered I wanted to write this post while making a batch of chocolate chip, m and m cookies for Joe's last day of work and eating the last of our Meyer Lemon Tart for breakfast (make this: http://food52.com/recipes/10200-lazy-mary-s-improved-lemon-tart).
Do you remember back in the day when you would buy a box of cake mix and their would be these weird, nay foreign directions on the back about how to bake that cake in high altitudes? Well I am now that poor fool who will be baking in high altitude because Denver is 5,280 ft above sea level (one mile!).
I come from a foodie family. For those of you who don't know the level of foodie-ness that graces my family let me give you a few examples. At Christmas it is normal to make peanut butter balls, iced sugar cookies, iced ginger bread cookies, ginger loaf, rum balls, chocolate covered pretzels, chocolate covered nuts and pecan tassies. We have a coffee maker and an espresso machine and a Moka and a Chemex. Every Sunday we have Sunday Dinner at Susie's which generally starts with happy hour around 4:30 (as if we haven't indulged enough over the weekend) and ends with things like barbacoa beef, home pickled onions, cilantro rice, home made tortillas and a vegetarian option like sauteed mushrooms or tofu. Do you get the picture yet? I could really do this all day.
On top of being part of this family madness I like to bake, as in "I went to culinary school, worked in a restaurant and made my friend's wedding cake" like to bake, so I am a little nervous to test out my culinary skill at 5,280 feet in the air. Being in the kitchen s part of my blood and pretty directly tied to my pride. Let's just say I am nervous that I will put my baking skillz to work in Denver and I will fail miserably and then the world will crumble like an over worked shortbread.
Doing research on the subject has not really quelled my fears either. Epicurious had a useful piece about baking/cooking at high altitudes and it comes down to three main points.
One: The higher the elevation, the lower the boiling point.
Two: The higher the elevation, the faster moisture evaporates.
Three: The higher the elevation, the faster chemical leavening expands.
To check out more specific information you can go here: http://www.epicurious.com/articlesguides/howtocook/primers/altitudebaking_science . My research makes it sound like baking cookies, tarts and pies will be easier than breads and cakes, but basically baked goods will rise too fast and collapse, will go stale more quickly, will be overdone on the outside and underdone on the inside and crumb structure will not be ideal and all of this will result in not so tasty food. To tackle these issues I think I will start with recipes my mom and I have used time and again in Cleveland so that I know how they should turn out and then maybe it will be easier to figure out what I need to adjust to bake them in the higher altitudes. Lucky for you I am sure all of this kitchen experimentation will make good fodder for our little blog here.
Until then, peace out.
Do you remember back in the day when you would buy a box of cake mix and their would be these weird, nay foreign directions on the back about how to bake that cake in high altitudes? Well I am now that poor fool who will be baking in high altitude because Denver is 5,280 ft above sea level (one mile!).
I come from a foodie family. For those of you who don't know the level of foodie-ness that graces my family let me give you a few examples. At Christmas it is normal to make peanut butter balls, iced sugar cookies, iced ginger bread cookies, ginger loaf, rum balls, chocolate covered pretzels, chocolate covered nuts and pecan tassies. We have a coffee maker and an espresso machine and a Moka and a Chemex. Every Sunday we have Sunday Dinner at Susie's which generally starts with happy hour around 4:30 (as if we haven't indulged enough over the weekend) and ends with things like barbacoa beef, home pickled onions, cilantro rice, home made tortillas and a vegetarian option like sauteed mushrooms or tofu. Do you get the picture yet? I could really do this all day.
On top of being part of this family madness I like to bake, as in "I went to culinary school, worked in a restaurant and made my friend's wedding cake" like to bake, so I am a little nervous to test out my culinary skill at 5,280 feet in the air. Being in the kitchen s part of my blood and pretty directly tied to my pride. Let's just say I am nervous that I will put my baking skillz to work in Denver and I will fail miserably and then the world will crumble like an over worked shortbread.
Doing research on the subject has not really quelled my fears either. Epicurious had a useful piece about baking/cooking at high altitudes and it comes down to three main points.
One: The higher the elevation, the lower the boiling point.
Two: The higher the elevation, the faster moisture evaporates.
Three: The higher the elevation, the faster chemical leavening expands.
To check out more specific information you can go here: http://www.epicurious.com/articlesguides/howtocook/primers/altitudebaking_science . My research makes it sound like baking cookies, tarts and pies will be easier than breads and cakes, but basically baked goods will rise too fast and collapse, will go stale more quickly, will be overdone on the outside and underdone on the inside and crumb structure will not be ideal and all of this will result in not so tasty food. To tackle these issues I think I will start with recipes my mom and I have used time and again in Cleveland so that I know how they should turn out and then maybe it will be easier to figure out what I need to adjust to bake them in the higher altitudes. Lucky for you I am sure all of this kitchen experimentation will make good fodder for our little blog here.
Until then, peace out.
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