For all the lamenting about the job search, the "real" world is rather routine. Not that I don't marvel at the fact that I'm entirely independent and am free to make my own decisions but -- a job is basically what gives you freedom to play after work.
I've been in Seattle for over four months now working in the advertising and marketing department at an international retailer. My primary responsibility is fulfilling all components of the ad cycle - beginning with the concept, morphing it into a layout, proofing, eventually printing and publishing ads for 12 Costco-esque stores in the Caribbean and South Pacific and then analyzing sales data to see what worked and what didn't. Gets me thinking about getting a certificate in graphic design. We outsource designers to make our ads visually appealing ... but if I were able to do that ... well, imagine the possibilities!
I love living in the big city. The snowy peak of Mt. Rainer serves as a backdrop to the Evergreen studded Eastside while Lake Union and Puget Sound bring the ocean practically to my backyard. Seattle and the surrounding area is a playground for nature lovers. The views take my breath away on a daily basis. Weather is as Seattle is famous for -- variable. It's been spectacular the past week or two but as we've all become familiar with, can go from the 80s to raining in one fell swoop.
I'm currently living with five fabulous young women like myself in a quaint house in a charming neighborhood on Queen Anne. That is all about to change. At the end of the month, I'm moving to a studio apartment in Eastlake. My drive home will be cut by 20 minutes easily. I've never lived alone and it's something I've always said I wanted to do. Why not now? And -- I can get a pet! I've been an animal lover since birth. Believe it or not ... my first "word" was actually a sentence ... "Good dog, Phaedra, good dog." Probably repeating what I'd heard my parents say countless times ... but still -- I was speaking to my pet.
Still with that special person I alluded to way back in January. Big smile.
On that note, I'll leave you be. Wanted to give an update before I proceed with Bakan parte dos once again.
XOXO - Bre
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
When you could go many ways...
Decisions, decisions, decisions. How do you answer your million dollar question?
Practicality? Matters of the heart? "Eeny, meeny, miny, moe"?
Case in hand: Hold your applause. I got a job!! But... it pays $10,000 a year. Yes, it is full-time. How can it be possible, you ask? It's AmeriCorps. And it does come with $200 in food stamps every month, if that helps. In a year's time, however, I'll be right back where I am now - searching for a job in a tight market amongst qualified applicants.
When $10 an hour internships go to people with Masters degrees that speak four languages, you know there's an economic problem on the loose.
I turned down the AmeriCorps job. I don't know if I did the right thing. I'm holding out for my dream. But how long am I going to give this dream before I decide to earn pennies and live like a pauper while doing something that would make me happy? Everything about the AmeriCorps job sounded fantastic. Except the salary. That's reality speaking.
I let my heart speak last year and it took me to Santiago, Chile to teach English. Might it be time for practicality to dictate this time around?
Practicality seems to be taking its sweet time. I'm learning my lesson in patience.
In the mean time, I am living life. I made it up to Whistler the week before the opening ceremonies of the Olympics started and got to rub shoulders with all the athletes in Whistler village. The energy was dripping with enthusiasm, excitement and goodwill. Frowns were not to be found. On our last night there, we went to a Haiti benefit concert and silent auction and are now proud owners of tickets to the men's free-style ski jump event tomorrow night at Cyprus Mountain in Vancouver! Holler.
I'll make sure to let ya'll know how the Olympics are!
In regards to AmeriCorps -- because the people there are so awesome -- I will be able to re-apply in a few months for a similar position and probably get it if my whole "dream" of having a career job that pays a normal salary doesn't pan out. Here's what it boils down to...
Life is unpredictable.
I can't say what I'll be doing in a month.
But somehow, someway ... it all works out. Right?
Over to you -- Let's hear about your transition periods. What path did you choose? Did you ever have a heart vs. head decision to make? Which path did you choose?
(PHOTO credits: image one: http://juchiaetan.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/payperpost-realrank-decisions.jpg --- image two: http://www.gamesbids.com/english/images/article/van_2010_logo.jpg)
Case in hand: Hold your applause. I got a job!! But... it pays $10,000 a year. Yes, it is full-time. How can it be possible, you ask? It's AmeriCorps. And it does come with $200 in food stamps every month, if that helps. In a year's time, however, I'll be right back where I am now - searching for a job in a tight market amongst qualified applicants.
When $10 an hour internships go to people with Masters degrees that speak four languages, you know there's an economic problem on the loose.
I turned down the AmeriCorps job. I don't know if I did the right thing. I'm holding out for my dream. But how long am I going to give this dream before I decide to earn pennies and live like a pauper while doing something that would make me happy? Everything about the AmeriCorps job sounded fantastic. Except the salary. That's reality speaking.
I let my heart speak last year and it took me to Santiago, Chile to teach English. Might it be time for practicality to dictate this time around?
Practicality seems to be taking its sweet time. I'm learning my lesson in patience.
I'll make sure to let ya'll know how the Olympics are!
In regards to AmeriCorps -- because the people there are so awesome -- I will be able to re-apply in a few months for a similar position and probably get it if my whole "dream" of having a career job that pays a normal salary doesn't pan out. Here's what it boils down to...
Life is unpredictable.
I can't say what I'll be doing in a month.
But somehow, someway ... it all works out. Right?
Over to you -- Let's hear about your transition periods. What path did you choose? Did you ever have a heart vs. head decision to make? Which path did you choose?
(PHOTO credits: image one: http://juchiaetan.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/payperpost-realrank-decisions.jpg --- image two: http://www.gamesbids.com/english/images/article/van_2010_logo.jpg)
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Resiliency -- life's secret
"You'll bounce back."
The famous last words from a best friend's ex-boyfriend after breaking up with her. Not exactly what you want to hear, right? It certainly didn't make the situation easier. But she cried for a few days, ate a carton of ice cream and went on her way. She's now in a happy relationship with an engineer she'll probably marry.
Life's greatest lesson of all is this -- amongst those topsy turvy turns and unexpected changes is a new day. Everyday.
Dealing with things you don't want to hear isn't easy. Especially when your situation depends on it. Unemployed? Great. Minimal savings? Even better.
Instead of getting antsy and irrational -- get creative. An unexpected blessing of this downturned economy is the push it gave those out there that were coasting. A sense of discomfort in relation to jobs or life leads many to one of two options: stressed, panicked and shut-down or inspired, energized and optimistic. Perhaps elements of both. Generally, however; personality traits dictate where one will stand.
Resiliency = the ability to "bounce back".
Let's test your resiliency. This test comes from Awakenings, found at http://lessonsforliving.com/index.htm.
First, get a clean sheet of paper. Number the right side 1-20. Next, list 20 things you would like to do. Anything from taking your dog for a walk to changing the world.
Simple enough, yes? Maybe not. You may have trouble coming up with 20 items, according to Awakenings. I'll keep you posted. I'm about to make my list.
Let your list sit for a week. When you check back in, put a W next to the things you did the prior week. If you hit 75 percent, you probably had a fantastic week. Did you really go sky-diving? Nice! Maybe you met 50 percent of your to-do list. Good. Anything under 50 percent means you might want to wake-up and get proactive.
Alright, time to evaluate your list again. Now go over it and mark a P by the activities that take more than 20 minutes to plan and prepare for. Are nearly all of them marked by a P? Maybe it's time to be spontaneous and simplify your life. Many enjoyable activities, like going for a walk or watching a romantic comedy, take a minute or less before you're on your way.
This evaluation measures what you set out to do and what you actually accomplish. Are you resilient? If you are, you'll make life necessities happen. And yes, painting your toenails is a necessity -- if that's what makes you happy at the end of the day.
There you go.
What do you do to boost your resiliency? Have you ever faced a significant challenge? What did you do to keep your spirits high and your optimism roaring full-speed ahead?
(PHOTO credit: http://denitza.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/creativity_504x428.jpg)
The famous last words from a best friend's ex-boyfriend after breaking up with her. Not exactly what you want to hear, right? It certainly didn't make the situation easier. But she cried for a few days, ate a carton of ice cream and went on her way. She's now in a happy relationship with an engineer she'll probably marry.
Life's greatest lesson of all is this -- amongst those topsy turvy turns and unexpected changes is a new day. Everyday.
Instead of getting antsy and irrational -- get creative. An unexpected blessing of this downturned economy is the push it gave those out there that were coasting. A sense of discomfort in relation to jobs or life leads many to one of two options: stressed, panicked and shut-down or inspired, energized and optimistic. Perhaps elements of both. Generally, however; personality traits dictate where one will stand.
Resiliency = the ability to "bounce back".
Let's test your resiliency. This test comes from Awakenings, found at http://lessonsforliving.com/index.htm.
First, get a clean sheet of paper. Number the right side 1-20. Next, list 20 things you would like to do. Anything from taking your dog for a walk to changing the world.
Simple enough, yes? Maybe not. You may have trouble coming up with 20 items, according to Awakenings. I'll keep you posted. I'm about to make my list.
Let your list sit for a week. When you check back in, put a W next to the things you did the prior week. If you hit 75 percent, you probably had a fantastic week. Did you really go sky-diving? Nice! Maybe you met 50 percent of your to-do list. Good. Anything under 50 percent means you might want to wake-up and get proactive.
Alright, time to evaluate your list again. Now go over it and mark a P by the activities that take more than 20 minutes to plan and prepare for. Are nearly all of them marked by a P? Maybe it's time to be spontaneous and simplify your life. Many enjoyable activities, like going for a walk or watching a romantic comedy, take a minute or less before you're on your way.
This evaluation measures what you set out to do and what you actually accomplish. Are you resilient? If you are, you'll make life necessities happen. And yes, painting your toenails is a necessity -- if that's what makes you happy at the end of the day.
There you go.
What do you do to boost your resiliency? Have you ever faced a significant challenge? What did you do to keep your spirits high and your optimism roaring full-speed ahead?
(PHOTO credit: http://denitza.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/creativity_504x428.jpg)
Thursday, January 21, 2010
My glass is half-full
A closed door always leads to new opportunities.
Isn't that the truth?
I received my first "no", was a little bummed about it and then what do you know?
Isn't that the truth?I received my first "no", was a little bummed about it and then what do you know?
Just a day later, I got an interview at my dream agency as well as a job tip from within an international cruise ship organization for a marketing position. Things are still moving around here.
Phew.
According to http://www.job-search-coach.com/, a person's attitude has everything to do with the success and outcome of their job search.
I'm taking notes.
1. Keep the momentum rolling. Be proactive and take initiative. Don't put all your eggs in one basket but instead pursue every lead. Inactive waiting is poison.
2. Let go of expectations. We all know it's a tough market out there. Extra pressure backfires -- leading to aggression and nit-picky attitudes toward oneself. Creating approachable goals for each day is healthy.
3. Rejection isn't personal. Everyone faces it at some point in their life. The job search is just an uncongenial process.
4. Don't give up. Opportunity is just around the corner.
Thanks Job Search Coach! Check out the website if you want to delve in. It's pretty comprehensive.
I have an interview Tuesday afternoon. For an agency that I've already spent three hours at. They want another few hours from me before making their decision. When I went last Friday, they did a lot of talking. This time around I take it I'll be doing the talking.
It's prep time this weekend!
According to http://www.job-search-coach.com/, a person's attitude has everything to do with the success and outcome of their job search.
I'm taking notes.
1. Keep the momentum rolling. Be proactive and take initiative. Don't put all your eggs in one basket but instead pursue every lead. Inactive waiting is poison.
2. Let go of expectations. We all know it's a tough market out there. Extra pressure backfires -- leading to aggression and nit-picky attitudes toward oneself. Creating approachable goals for each day is healthy.
3. Rejection isn't personal. Everyone faces it at some point in their life. The job search is just an uncongenial process.
4. Don't give up. Opportunity is just around the corner.
Thanks Job Search Coach! Check out the website if you want to delve in. It's pretty comprehensive.
I have an interview Tuesday afternoon. For an agency that I've already spent three hours at. They want another few hours from me before making their decision. When I went last Friday, they did a lot of talking. This time around I take it I'll be doing the talking.
It's prep time this weekend!
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Rejection bites.
Yup.
I've got my first answer. The waiting game is over for my very first interview. And it's a big, fat N-O.
"Sorry, we've decided to proceed with another candidate."
Well ... I tried. And you know, I was prepared to hear some no's. But it still hurts a little. It's that whole "they didn't want me" thing. There's a lot of people fighting out there for a small number of positions. Someone just happened to be more qualified than I was. Or cooler. More charismatic perhaps. Did better on the spelling/grammer test? Who knows. There's no point in dwelling.
I do have a question though:
Can I be selective in my job search?
Take example A -- I went to a local chamber meeting last Thursday. I was introduced to this very nice gentleman who took a keen interest in connecting me with his business, a financial advising firm. Apparently the company recruits and trains their own financial advisors; no experience necessary. Sounds dicey? Maybe. However, this company is nationally respected. You've most likely heard of them.
His administrator contacted me almost immediately after he got to his office and gave her my business card. She passed along informational materials (1-day shipping for a DVD) and arranged for him to call me this A.M. I spoke to him briefly and he told me straight up that he thought I'd be a great candidate for three reasons:
ONE - I'm female. They're looking for more woman in the field apparently.
TWO - I speak Spanish. Always an asset.
THREE - I founded my own volunteer program when I was in high school. Which demonstrates initiative and an entrepreneurial spirit.
I was frank and told him that I was curious but that I'd had several interviews in Seattle and was exploring my options. Deep down, I know I don't necessarily want to be a financial advisor. However, receiving my first "no" today activates this panic button inside that tells me I'm running out of options. Not true. But you know me.
The man said he'd submit a referral for me, which entails me going out to lunch w
ith him and some other official to further discuss possibilities. I would like to learn more, yes, but honestly -- I want to work at a global PR agency.
That's where my dream lies today.
I want a career in public relations. It combines everything I love to do -- speaking, reading, writing, research, putting together something creative but smart out of scattered details and facts -- and I crave that. I've been home for a month today. And while it's great to be at home, I itch to use this other side of me. The itch just gets stronger everyday.
So anyways -- back to the question.
Should I turn down this financial advisor opportunity because I'm chasing this global public relations dream? Can I do that when I have no income coming in and desperately need a job? The financial advisor thing is a committment -- the company invests around $60,000 in each employee they train. So if I was to say "yes" ... it would be for good. Or at least the next ten or so years.
Can I be selective in what I pursue?
I, after all, know myself better than anyone. I can see myself being happy doing public relations at a global level. I feel like I'd be putting to use what I was trained in and have been following as a passion since, well, I was ten. I won a writing competition and received a several day sailing trip on an ancient schooner at ten years old. I knew I wanted to involve words in whatever I did as a career since sixth grade. I can't give up on that now that I'm here.
But a job is a job. Or is it?
I've got my first answer. The waiting game is over for my very first interview. And it's a big, fat N-O.
"Sorry, we've decided to proceed with another candidate."
Well ... I tried. And you know, I was prepared to hear some no's. But it still hurts a little. It's that whole "they didn't want me" thing. There's a lot of people fighting out there for a small number of positions. Someone just happened to be more qualified than I was. Or cooler. More charismatic perhaps. Did better on the spelling/grammer test? Who knows. There's no point in dwelling.
I do have a question though:
Can I be selective in my job search?
Take example A -- I went to a local chamber meeting last Thursday. I was introduced to this very nice gentleman who took a keen interest in connecting me with his business, a financial advising firm. Apparently the company recruits and trains their own financial advisors; no experience necessary. Sounds dicey? Maybe. However, this company is nationally respected. You've most likely heard of them.
His administrator contacted me almost immediately after he got to his office and gave her my business card. She passed along informational materials (1-day shipping for a DVD) and arranged for him to call me this A.M. I spoke to him briefly and he told me straight up that he thought I'd be a great candidate for three reasons:
ONE - I'm female. They're looking for more woman in the field apparently.
TWO - I speak Spanish. Always an asset.
THREE - I founded my own volunteer program when I was in high school. Which demonstrates initiative and an entrepreneurial spirit.
I was frank and told him that I was curious but that I'd had several interviews in Seattle and was exploring my options. Deep down, I know I don't necessarily want to be a financial advisor. However, receiving my first "no" today activates this panic button inside that tells me I'm running out of options. Not true. But you know me.
The man said he'd submit a referral for me, which entails me going out to lunch w
ith him and some other official to further discuss possibilities. I would like to learn more, yes, but honestly -- I want to work at a global PR agency.That's where my dream lies today.
I want a career in public relations. It combines everything I love to do -- speaking, reading, writing, research, putting together something creative but smart out of scattered details and facts -- and I crave that. I've been home for a month today. And while it's great to be at home, I itch to use this other side of me. The itch just gets stronger everyday.
So anyways -- back to the question.
Should I turn down this financial advisor opportunity because I'm chasing this global public relations dream? Can I do that when I have no income coming in and desperately need a job? The financial advisor thing is a committment -- the company invests around $60,000 in each employee they train. So if I was to say "yes" ... it would be for good. Or at least the next ten or so years.
Can I be selective in what I pursue?
I, after all, know myself better than anyone. I can see myself being happy doing public relations at a global level. I feel like I'd be putting to use what I was trained in and have been following as a passion since, well, I was ten. I won a writing competition and received a several day sailing trip on an ancient schooner at ten years old. I knew I wanted to involve words in whatever I did as a career since sixth grade. I can't give up on that now that I'm here.
But a job is a job. Or is it?
(PHOTO credits: image one - http://www.mario-kart.net/gamespy/images/8828rejection.jpg. Image two - http://ladyfi.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/midnight_dreams.jpg.)
Monday, January 18, 2010
Little things, lots of time
I'm not the type of person to enjoy having lots of free time. That's just not me.
In college, I was "that" person. The one involved in everything -- from tennis club to student societies to sororities to optional class projects to part-time jobs. And if there were leadership roles, I usually volunteered my services. When I graduated, I already knew that I was headed down to South America for my next adventure -- hence, no down time.
And now I'm back. With down time. Loooooots of down time. Until I find a job, this seems to be a full-time occupation.
But here's the deal: I have down time!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Loooooooots of down time!!!!!!!!!!
I was a little moody about not having things lined up for the first week or so I was home from Chile. I may have made a few snippy comments here or there.
I was quickly put in my place, however.
Everyone -- and I mean everyone -- was quick to remind just how lucky I was to have a break. Once I enter the working world, there's no looking back. A lot of workers thirty years deep into their careers would give their right arm for a month off.
So I've been taking time to enjoy being free and irresponsible. (By irresponsible, I mean not having a paid job. My 22 years of age belie my non-rebellious ways).
My friends and I decided to go listen to some live music at a local bar last night (Sunday). We were probably 40 years younger on average than the rest of the good 'ol country folk at The Edison. Which drew attention -- typically positive -- except when a 65+ year old volumptious lady with a cane demanded we move out of her line of vision because she couldn't see all those single men she'd been eyeing. We quickly moved to faciliate her prowling.
A little while later, my friend Lani was curious as to how her search was going and asked her so. The lioness whipped out notebook with not one, but three numbers! And had a lunch date for Wednesday. All in a good day's work.
I'm learning to appreciate the little moments like that. If I had a job, I wouldn't be out on a Sunday night. I've gotten to catch up with so many friends I hadn't even been able to catch-up with before I left . I have near daily morning coffee catch-up sessions with my best friends. I go on bike rides and runs around Samish Island's three-mile loop like no one's business. I make jewelry.
I'm going to do this. And be grateful about it. Because I know that when I do get that job, I'll look back on these days and go, "Ohhh the good old days."
Down time isn't so bad after all...
(PHOTO credit: image one - http://sarabarton.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/busy-lady.jpg.)
In college, I was "that" person. The one involved in everything -- from tennis club to student societies to sororities to optional class projects to part-time jobs. And if there were leadership roles, I usually volunteered my services. When I graduated, I already knew that I was headed down to South America for my next adventure -- hence, no down time.
And now I'm back. With down time. Loooooots of down time. Until I find a job, this seems to be a full-time occupation.
But here's the deal: I have down time!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Loooooooots of down time!!!!!!!!!!
I was a little moody about not having things lined up for the first week or so I was home from Chile. I may have made a few snippy comments here or there.
I was quickly put in my place, however.
Everyone -- and I mean everyone -- was quick to remind just how lucky I was to have a break. Once I enter the working world, there's no looking back. A lot of workers thirty years deep into their careers would give their right arm for a month off.
So I've been taking time to enjoy being free and irresponsible. (By irresponsible, I mean not having a paid job. My 22 years of age belie my non-rebellious ways).
My friends and I decided to go listen to some live music at a local bar last night (Sunday). We were probably 40 years younger on average than the rest of the good 'ol country folk at The Edison. Which drew attention -- typically positive -- except when a 65+ year old volumptious lady with a cane demanded we move out of her line of vision because she couldn't see all those single men she'd been eyeing. We quickly moved to faciliate her prowling.
A little while later, my friend Lani was curious as to how her search was going and asked her so. The lioness whipped out notebook with not one, but three numbers! And had a lunch date for Wednesday. All in a good day's work.
I'm learning to appreciate the little moments like that. If I had a job, I wouldn't be out on a Sunday night. I've gotten to catch up with so many friends I hadn't even been able to catch-up with before I left . I have near daily morning coffee catch-up sessions with my best friends. I go on bike rides and runs around Samish Island's three-mile loop like no one's business. I make jewelry.
I'm going to do this. And be grateful about it. Because I know that when I do get that job, I'll look back on these days and go, "Ohhh the good old days."
Down time isn't so bad after all...
(PHOTO credit: image one - http://sarabarton.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/busy-lady.jpg.)
Thursday, January 14, 2010
The joys of waiting
Symptoms of post-interview waiting disorder:
1. Complusive e-mail checking
2. Cell phone seems to have become an extended part of self
3. Time passes reaaaaaally slow
4. Jumping when a phone rings or a "You've got mail" announcement pops up
5. Restlessness to boot
Waiting is the worst.
Worse than the nerves before an interview. Worse than the hours spent researching the company and prepping for the interview. Worse than the "What to wear?" dilemma. Worse than even blowing an interview.
Because that constant, niggling little thought is ALWAYS in the back of your mind... "Will I hear from them today? Tomorrow? Right now? In an hour? This afternoon? On Friday?"
It doesn't stop. Let me tell you.
What to do to combat the wonderfulness that is waiting for THE call or e-mail?
Keep busy. Be proactive. Research other job possibilities (just in case they found someone better than you .. unlikely, of course, but always good to be prepared). Network like no one's business. Do something that you can bring to your next interview -- like making a blog. Hah.
Here's what I'm doing:
1. Making jewelry (new obsession and a good distraction...)
2. Applying for other jobs
3. Attending local chamber of commerce and rotary meetings (Did someone say networking..?)
4. Reading Isabel Allende's Paula
5. Keeping my blog up-to-date
6. Working with a rescue horse organization
7. Helping my parents around the house
And inevitably... wondering when I'll hear ... if at all.
Waiting is the worst.
(PHOTO credit: image one - http://www.patientpowernow.org/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/waiting.gif.)
1. Complusive e-mail checking
2. Cell phone seems to have become an extended part of self
3. Time passes reaaaaaally slow
4. Jumping when a phone rings or a "You've got mail" announcement pops up
5. Restlessness to boot
Waiting is the worst.Worse than the nerves before an interview. Worse than the hours spent researching the company and prepping for the interview. Worse than the "What to wear?" dilemma. Worse than even blowing an interview.
Because that constant, niggling little thought is ALWAYS in the back of your mind... "Will I hear from them today? Tomorrow? Right now? In an hour? This afternoon? On Friday?"
It doesn't stop. Let me tell you.
What to do to combat the wonderfulness that is waiting for THE call or e-mail?
Keep busy. Be proactive. Research other job possibilities (just in case they found someone better than you .. unlikely, of course, but always good to be prepared). Network like no one's business. Do something that you can bring to your next interview -- like making a blog. Hah.
Here's what I'm doing:
1. Making jewelry (new obsession and a good distraction...)
2. Applying for other jobs
3. Attending local chamber of commerce and rotary meetings (Did someone say networking..?)
4. Reading Isabel Allende's Paula
5. Keeping my blog up-to-date
6. Working with a rescue horse organization
7. Helping my parents around the house
And inevitably... wondering when I'll hear ... if at all.
Waiting is the worst.
(PHOTO credit: image one - http://www.patientpowernow.org/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/waiting.gif.)
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
The joys of interviewing
"Tell us about yourself."What a heavy question.
Where to begin?
Well... waaaaaaay back in 1987, a stubborn, blond little lady was born in Tucson, AZ to a father just out of medical school and mother who doubled as a special education teacher.
Hah.
There is definitely an art to interviewing. Think about it ... if we treat each interview question as an exponential equation, the response given by the interviewee then guides the interview into unforseen territory. When someone asks (or more like states), "Tell me about yourself.", one can go in many different directions. The gist is the same but depending on where you begin and where you end, the entire direction of the interview goes down a different camino (path).
For example, I had an interview last Thursday at a wonderful public relations agency in downtown Seattle. They began with the loaded question. Amongst the verbal spewage that was my answer, I mentioned that I work with a rescue horse organization as a way of giving back. We then had a several minute conversation about animals because two of the three interviewers had either worked at a veterinary clinic, trained guide dogs or showed Quarter Horses.
And in a way -- that's the beauty of an interview.
There is no guide. No format. There's preparation -- yes. An interview is a two-way conversation and just like in normal turns of conversation, can go down surprising and unexpected paths.
I have my second interview today. This time a phone interview. I'm open and ready for the art of beautiful conversation.
And by the way, Korea is a no-go. Sorry but I was just gone for a year. I'm ready to be home. Meeting someone wonderful might have helped :) Details to come.
(PHOTO credit: image one - http://www.international-job-search.com/interview%20reduced.jpg.)
Monday, December 28, 2009
Part Dos in South Korea?!
'Tis the season!
Jingle Bells.
And all that jazz...
Which means, I haven't gotten done nearly as much as I would have liked.
I've applied to two jobs since I've been home and have been reaching out to my contacts. And perhaps, incidentally, I might have landed another teaching job -- this time in South Korea. I was browsing online job postings on Seattle's craigslist when I happened upon an ad for teaching positions. I sent an e-mail laden with questions and received a response within minutes. Without necessarily intending to, this whole pursuit is being propelled forward at break-neck speed.
And you know what? At this point in my life, I can go abroad again. If I'm gone for a year, I'll be just 23 1/2 when I get back. Man, I'm young. I don't feel that young! I'm fortunate enough to have done my fair share of traveling throughout my short life.
I've been to Africa. The Middle East. South America. Europe. But .. the area I haven't been to is Asia. Well, I might just have my chance.
How would I feel about leaving home so soon after getting back?
Alright.
Home is wonderful. Home will always be here for me. Somehow whenever I'm home, I always feel like there is something out there waiting for me in the world and that I'm not going to find it at home. It might be because I'm sitting idle here until I find a job. (And by idle -- I don't mean on my butt -- but literally that I don't have a job).
So, part dos (two) of Bakan might just be recounting tales and adventures from the far side of the world. Are you game?
I am.
Jingle Bells.
And all that jazz...
Which means, I haven't gotten done nearly as much as I would have liked.
I've applied to two jobs since I've been home and have been reaching out to my contacts. And perhaps, incidentally, I might have landed another teaching job -- this time in South Korea. I was browsing online job postings on Seattle's craigslist when I happened upon an ad for teaching positions. I sent an e-mail laden with questions and received a response within minutes. Without necessarily intending to, this whole pursuit is being propelled forward at break-neck speed.
And you know what? At this point in my life, I can go abroad again. If I'm gone for a year, I'll be just 23 1/2 when I get back. Man, I'm young. I don't feel that young! I'm fortunate enough to have done my fair share of traveling throughout my short life.
I've been to Africa. The Middle East. South America. Europe. But .. the area I haven't been to is Asia. Well, I might just have my chance.
How would I feel about leaving home so soon after getting back?
Alright.
Home is wonderful. Home will always be here for me. Somehow whenever I'm home, I always feel like there is something out there waiting for me in the world and that I'm not going to find it at home. It might be because I'm sitting idle here until I find a job. (And by idle -- I don't mean on my butt -- but literally that I don't have a job).
So, part dos (two) of Bakan might just be recounting tales and adventures from the far side of the world. Are you game?
I am.
Friday, December 25, 2009
en route
Part dos (two) of Bakan is really an experiment more than anything.
I'm back from Chile, nestled safely into the comforting cocoon of love amongst family and friends. And I'm now in transit...
...to the next big thing.
Your guess is as good as mine.
I've applied to several jobs; some that I'm actually excited about.
My real true passion is facilitating abroad experiences for other people. My time abroad has proffered some of the most fundamental turning points in my life and I would live a happy one allowing other people to take part in something so grand. I've applied to a two relevant jobs and am now eagerly waiting to hear.
But you know one of the worst parts about a job search?
You aren't even told if you aren't worthy of an interview. Instead your application is lost to a shredder's greedy jaws; leaving you to forever wonder if your application was even received.
Que mala onda (How uncool).
So here you have it.
Welcome to my job search.
I don't know if you will read. I don't know if you will care. But for all those of you who shared in my Chilean experience last year, I thank you for reading. And being interested enough to read.
This is part dos (two).
I'm back from Chile, nestled safely into the comforting cocoon of love amongst family and friends. And I'm now in transit...
...to the next big thing.
Your guess is as good as mine.
I've applied to several jobs; some that I'm actually excited about.
My real true passion is facilitating abroad experiences for other people. My time abroad has proffered some of the most fundamental turning points in my life and I would live a happy one allowing other people to take part in something so grand. I've applied to a two relevant jobs and am now eagerly waiting to hear.
But you know one of the worst parts about a job search?
You aren't even told if you aren't worthy of an interview. Instead your application is lost to a shredder's greedy jaws; leaving you to forever wonder if your application was even received.
Que mala onda (How uncool).
So here you have it.
Welcome to my job search.
I don't know if you will read. I don't know if you will care. But for all those of you who shared in my Chilean experience last year, I thank you for reading. And being interested enough to read.
This is part dos (two).
Monday, November 23, 2009
A forward look back
Time trickles by, as if falling drop by drop from the smooth curve of an hourglass’ middle. Before it seems possible, there remains just a hint – time, sand, what you may – that must be stretched out; squeezed to surmount to all that was imagined.
Much like my last month in Santiago.
Looking back ten months to the anticipation, the questions and wonders and the excitement now provide answers.
What would become of this year-long journey?
Happiness, pain, romance, exhilaration, education…
A deep sense of satisfaction and gratitude. Because more than anything, embarking and completing a journey such as this proves that one can start with nothing more than dreams and hopes and end up with a rich, fulfilling life.
True that it will never turn out as expected and maybe even desired. But that’s the fun of it all – the most significant and potentially life-altering part.
My naïve and forever hopeless romantic side wanted and maybe even expected to fall madly, deeply in love with a Latin man. A year living in another country should yield something of the nature, shouldn’t it?
Alas, this didn’t come to be.
But what did come to be was a deep respect and growing knowledge of the person I am and am coming to be.
Boarding a plane alone and shuttling across a continent to embark upon a new life full of unknowns is not something I would have necessarily imagined for myself several years past. There’s a lot of faith that goes into a decision like that.
What if I don’t find friends? What if I can’t communicate with anyone due to language barriers? What if I’m not happy? What happens next … ?
But with a deep breath and a strong-rooted sense of faith in the simplicity of life as it should be, anything is possible.
I now know that I truly can do anything I want to. Anything. I am capable and have the world as I dream it in my hands.
While my dream now is torn in two – as I’m extremely tempted to stay longer in Chile – I know that whatever comes to be is as it should. My bank account dictates my next move (although I do realize that if I truly wanted to stay in Chile, I’d find a way).
What will come next? Hard to say.
One thing I can say for sure – dust will not be settling under my feet.
Much like my last month in Santiago.
Looking back ten months to the anticipation, the questions and wonders and the excitement now provide answers.
What would become of this year-long journey?
Happiness, pain, romance, exhilaration, education…
A deep sense of satisfaction and gratitude. Because more than anything, embarking and completing a journey such as this proves that one can start with nothing more than dreams and hopes and end up with a rich, fulfilling life.
True that it will never turn out as expected and maybe even desired. But that’s the fun of it all – the most significant and potentially life-altering part.
My naïve and forever hopeless romantic side wanted and maybe even expected to fall madly, deeply in love with a Latin man. A year living in another country should yield something of the nature, shouldn’t it?
Alas, this didn’t come to be.
But what did come to be was a deep respect and growing knowledge of the person I am and am coming to be.
Boarding a plane alone and shuttling across a continent to embark upon a new life full of unknowns is not something I would have necessarily imagined for myself several years past. There’s a lot of faith that goes into a decision like that.
What if I don’t find friends? What if I can’t communicate with anyone due to language barriers? What if I’m not happy? What happens next … ?
But with a deep breath and a strong-rooted sense of faith in the simplicity of life as it should be, anything is possible.
I now know that I truly can do anything I want to. Anything. I am capable and have the world as I dream it in my hands.
While my dream now is torn in two – as I’m extremely tempted to stay longer in Chile – I know that whatever comes to be is as it should. My bank account dictates my next move (although I do realize that if I truly wanted to stay in Chile, I’d find a way).
What will come next? Hard to say.
One thing I can say for sure – dust will not be settling under my feet.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Se viene, se viene...
Se viene, se viene ...
What's coming, you may ask?
Everything, my friends, everything.
Life and everything in between.
First of all, my parents - beginning with my mom - are coming in just a week and a half. Second, I'm coming home. In December.
The queen of indecision has done it again!
No, I'm not going to Buenos Aires after my Santiago stint. I could play dumb and say it's because I have no money (that wouldn't be far from the truth) but really - I'm ready. Ready to come home.
My mind is already beginning to split time between thinking about my life here in Chile and daydreaming about being home and surrounded by all my loved ones... certainly not what should be happening but understandable a la vez (at the same time).
Hoever; this incredible phenomenon is in no way, shape, or form going to hinder my remaining time. I am here to enjoy; to breath in the fresh Santiago spring air; to laugh; to dance; to live.
What's coming, you may ask?
Everything, my friends, everything.
Life and everything in between.
First of all, my parents - beginning with my mom - are coming in just a week and a half. Second, I'm coming home. In December.
The queen of indecision has done it again!
No, I'm not going to Buenos Aires after my Santiago stint. I could play dumb and say it's because I have no money (that wouldn't be far from the truth) but really - I'm ready. Ready to come home.
My mind is already beginning to split time between thinking about my life here in Chile and daydreaming about being home and surrounded by all my loved ones... certainly not what should be happening but understandable a la vez (at the same time).
Hoever; this incredible phenomenon is in no way, shape, or form going to hinder my remaining time. I am here to enjoy; to breath in the fresh Santiago spring air; to laugh; to dance; to live.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
VIVA CHILE
Just another example of American culture gone awry:
Conversation groups at IOM are often an opportunity to shout out whatever phrases the students know; often gleaned from American popular culture.
Last Thursday afternoon, Alejandra (IOM’s high-school English teacher) walked into the sala de ingles and Alejandro (a sophomore) shouted, “What’s up nig*er??”
I immediately went over and firmly told him that nig*er is not a word one uses in their daily, monthly or yearly vocabulary.
Alejandro responded by saying, “But I hear it in my music all the time.”
He didn't have the context or background knowledge to know better. It makes me wonder how many other extranjeros have listened to rap songs and taken what they hear at face value...
Futbol (soccer) in South America is a religion. An addictive religion at that. Saturday night brought on the World Cup qualifying match for Chile. They took on and conquered Colombia 4-2.
Our friends Trish, Ben and Melissa live in Plaza Italia, which is at the heart of Santiago and the central meeting point for all post-victory futbol celebrations. We're talking thousands of people, enough to shut down traffic in all four directions as well as bring police in full riot gear to the scene.
After Chile sealed the deal, we took to Plaza Italia to join Chilean masses in singing, dancing, shouting, jumping and all 'round chaos. Not ten minutes after we became part of the hoard did we happen upon a reporter and his camera man. He was surrounded by a crowd of excitable, screaming futbol fans. As soon as he noticed me (perhaps because I am a gringa), he wheeled around on his heels and thrust the microphone in my face. After a momentary second of confusion (probably apparent in my face), I shouted, "Woooo! VIVA CHILE!"
I thought nothing more of the experience until I received a call about ten minutes later from a fellow profe de ingles at IOM, Fransisco, excitedly telling me he had just seen me on Mega, a Chilean television channel.
The night went on. We made new friends. Laughed a lot. The fun really began, however; when we left the plaza and went to Trish's first floor balcony that overlooks the plaza. Each time a group of guys went by, we started cheering. They would all look up in surprise, notice a group of young, fresh ladies and drop likes flies. We probably re-enacted Romeo and Juliet at least 100 times. I received hundreds of air kisses. And because we were a balcony up, I felt free to tease those boys as much as I pleased. A no-risk situation. It was quite hilarious.
At one point, a young man with a steel drum and attached symbol started playing in honor of us while his friends danced around. A crowd of about 40 gathered to watch and join in while we waved and alluringly beckoned to the group below.
Monday was a holiday here so we reveled in a three-day weekend. Today, Tuesday, I heard from probably a hundred different students that they saw me on TV. A group of about 15 sixth graders went running up to me exclaiming, "Miss!! (pronounced 'Meeee-s') You're famous!!"
Too funny. I told Alejandra about it and she said, "Ohhhh. What a gringa thing to say!"
VIVA CHILE!!!!
Conversation groups at IOM are often an opportunity to shout out whatever phrases the students know; often gleaned from American popular culture.
Last Thursday afternoon, Alejandra (IOM’s high-school English teacher) walked into the sala de ingles and Alejandro (a sophomore) shouted, “What’s up nig*er??”
I immediately went over and firmly told him that nig*er is not a word one uses in their daily, monthly or yearly vocabulary.
Alejandro responded by saying, “But I hear it in my music all the time.”
He didn't have the context or background knowledge to know better. It makes me wonder how many other extranjeros have listened to rap songs and taken what they hear at face value...
Futbol (soccer) in South America is a religion. An addictive religion at that. Saturday night brought on the World Cup qualifying match for Chile. They took on and conquered Colombia 4-2.
Our friends Trish, Ben and Melissa live in Plaza Italia, which is at the heart of Santiago and the central meeting point for all post-victory futbol celebrations. We're talking thousands of people, enough to shut down traffic in all four directions as well as bring police in full riot gear to the scene.
After Chile sealed the deal, we took to Plaza Italia to join Chilean masses in singing, dancing, shouting, jumping and all 'round chaos. Not ten minutes after we became part of the hoard did we happen upon a reporter and his camera man. He was surrounded by a crowd of excitable, screaming futbol fans. As soon as he noticed me (perhaps because I am a gringa), he wheeled around on his heels and thrust the microphone in my face. After a momentary second of confusion (probably apparent in my face), I shouted, "Woooo! VIVA CHILE!"
I thought nothing more of the experience until I received a call about ten minutes later from a fellow profe de ingles at IOM, Fransisco, excitedly telling me he had just seen me on Mega, a Chilean television channel.
The night went on. We made new friends. Laughed a lot. The fun really began, however; when we left the plaza and went to Trish's first floor balcony that overlooks the plaza. Each time a group of guys went by, we started cheering. They would all look up in surprise, notice a group of young, fresh ladies and drop likes flies. We probably re-enacted Romeo and Juliet at least 100 times. I received hundreds of air kisses. And because we were a balcony up, I felt free to tease those boys as much as I pleased. A no-risk situation. It was quite hilarious.
At one point, a young man with a steel drum and attached symbol started playing in honor of us while his friends danced around. A crowd of about 40 gathered to watch and join in while we waved and alluringly beckoned to the group below.
Monday was a holiday here so we reveled in a three-day weekend. Today, Tuesday, I heard from probably a hundred different students that they saw me on TV. A group of about 15 sixth graders went running up to me exclaiming, "Miss!! (pronounced 'Meeee-s') You're famous!!"
Too funny. I told Alejandra about it and she said, "Ohhhh. What a gringa thing to say!"
VIVA CHILE!!!!
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Salado
Salty in Spanish is "salado".
When my students ask if something is salty or state their food preferences, they say, "I like salad foods." or "Is that salad?"
It´s too precious.
Guess what Stephanie and I are up to today?
RODEO. REAL CHILEAN RODEO.
En serio. We are actually taking part in the real deal. I never thought the day would come and never even had an interest in taking part in something so... savage. But, alas the opportunity has presented itself after several months of rodeo lessons. And I want to try everything once. So... here we go.
Not to mention, Chilean rodeo actually is a lot less brutal than rodeo in other countries. The cows aren´t tied up and dragged by their hind-legs with rope. They don´t fight till their death nor till they are fatally injured.
Instead they are herded around a medialuna (Chilean arena) by two riders and strategically pushed into a bumper. The riders earn points depending on where the cow makes contact with the padded barrier.
Fin de semana!
This weekend we are headed to Lago Rapel. It´s Alessandra (from Brazil) and Omar (from Mexico)´s birthdays and we are celebrating by renting a house on a lake about an hour from Santiago. The weather is finally tranforming from winter to summer (there is no fall nor spring in Chile) and we are ready to enjoy it outside. The house supposedly has a pool and volleyball net. I predict bathing suits, BBQs, laughter and fun in the sun.
There is also a costume party on Saturday night. Anyone famous. My clan is dressing up as characters from the boardgame Clue. Do I want to be Miss Scarlet? Or perharps Colonel Mustard? Ohhh the possibilities...
All in all ... it looks to be a good weekend. I hope yours is the same.
When my students ask if something is salty or state their food preferences, they say, "I like salad foods." or "Is that salad?"
It´s too precious.
Guess what Stephanie and I are up to today?
RODEO. REAL CHILEAN RODEO.
En serio. We are actually taking part in the real deal. I never thought the day would come and never even had an interest in taking part in something so... savage. But, alas the opportunity has presented itself after several months of rodeo lessons. And I want to try everything once. So... here we go.
Not to mention, Chilean rodeo actually is a lot less brutal than rodeo in other countries. The cows aren´t tied up and dragged by their hind-legs with rope. They don´t fight till their death nor till they are fatally injured.
Instead they are herded around a medialuna (Chilean arena) by two riders and strategically pushed into a bumper. The riders earn points depending on where the cow makes contact with the padded barrier.
Fin de semana!
This weekend we are headed to Lago Rapel. It´s Alessandra (from Brazil) and Omar (from Mexico)´s birthdays and we are celebrating by renting a house on a lake about an hour from Santiago. The weather is finally tranforming from winter to summer (there is no fall nor spring in Chile) and we are ready to enjoy it outside. The house supposedly has a pool and volleyball net. I predict bathing suits, BBQs, laughter and fun in the sun.
There is also a costume party on Saturday night. Anyone famous. My clan is dressing up as characters from the boardgame Clue. Do I want to be Miss Scarlet? Or perharps Colonel Mustard? Ohhh the possibilities...
All in all ... it looks to be a good weekend. I hope yours is the same.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
And once again...
My plans have changed.
Two of my dearest friends, Cassie and Brian, from when I lived in España, just moved to Buenos Aires. So close ... just a twenty hour bus ride or a two hour flight away from Santiago. So close, in fact, that I´m thinking very seriously about moving there for a few months when my contract ends in Chile.
I´m young -- 22 years old. I´m coming back to the States to work seriously and work hard. Returning in March versus December isn´t going to make a significant difference in the long run. Yes, I might have to work a little harder when I get back to get my finances in order. But while I´m here in South America, I should aprovechar to the máximo. After all, who knows when I´ll be back...
I´m laughing right now.
Just a month ago, I wrote that I was definitively ready to come back in December and settle down. What a contradiction and ever-changing stream of emotions I am. As December approaches (really only two or so months until I finish at IOM), I shudder and cringe at the thought of ending this journey down here. I´m ready for a new adventure -- but that doesn´t mean I´m ready to end this chapter in Sudamérica.
The 18th of September brought chaos and hoopla to Chile. Independence Day. A week-long celebration involving copious amounts of food, drink and music.
Stephanie and I took the opportunity to travel to Buenos Aires for five days and return in time for the rowdy weekend festivities. It just so happened that Brian (friend from Spain) had moved to BA three days before.
Buenos Aires is entirely and completely different from Santiago. Santiago is real. Buenos Aires is like a grand setting of a fairy-tale book. Ancient, towering buildings line the streets. Tango shows on nearly every street corner. The smells of parillas full of every meat imaginable wafting from the restaurants that fill the city. The hustle and bustle of posh, European-esque people en route to their next appointment.
It´s grand, indeed.
We also went to Colonia, a tiny coast town in Uruguay for a memorable day trip. Colonia, the oldest city in Uruguay, was founded in 1680 by Portugal. The historic quarter is a World Heritage Site and boasts structures dating back to 1695 (Iglesia Matriz). The sun was smiling on us when we went and the tranquil pause to the hub-bub of Buenos Aires was a welcome break.
Two of my dearest friends, Cassie and Brian, from when I lived in España, just moved to Buenos Aires. So close ... just a twenty hour bus ride or a two hour flight away from Santiago. So close, in fact, that I´m thinking very seriously about moving there for a few months when my contract ends in Chile.
I´m young -- 22 years old. I´m coming back to the States to work seriously and work hard. Returning in March versus December isn´t going to make a significant difference in the long run. Yes, I might have to work a little harder when I get back to get my finances in order. But while I´m here in South America, I should aprovechar to the máximo. After all, who knows when I´ll be back...
I´m laughing right now.
Just a month ago, I wrote that I was definitively ready to come back in December and settle down. What a contradiction and ever-changing stream of emotions I am. As December approaches (really only two or so months until I finish at IOM), I shudder and cringe at the thought of ending this journey down here. I´m ready for a new adventure -- but that doesn´t mean I´m ready to end this chapter in Sudamérica.
The 18th of September brought chaos and hoopla to Chile. Independence Day. A week-long celebration involving copious amounts of food, drink and music.
Stephanie and I took the opportunity to travel to Buenos Aires for five days and return in time for the rowdy weekend festivities. It just so happened that Brian (friend from Spain) had moved to BA three days before.
Buenos Aires is entirely and completely different from Santiago. Santiago is real. Buenos Aires is like a grand setting of a fairy-tale book. Ancient, towering buildings line the streets. Tango shows on nearly every street corner. The smells of parillas full of every meat imaginable wafting from the restaurants that fill the city. The hustle and bustle of posh, European-esque people en route to their next appointment.
It´s grand, indeed.
We also went to Colonia, a tiny coast town in Uruguay for a memorable day trip. Colonia, the oldest city in Uruguay, was founded in 1680 by Portugal. The historic quarter is a World Heritage Site and boasts structures dating back to 1695 (Iglesia Matriz). The sun was smiling on us when we went and the tranquil pause to the hub-bub of Buenos Aires was a welcome break.
Buenos Aires = tango.
Buenos Aires = exploring green spots.
Buenos Aires = the best meat in the world.
Buenos Aires = Recoleta cemetary.
Buenos Aires = a port city.
Colonia = tranquilidad.
Colonia = enjoying the serenity of nature.
Colonia = small town-folk charm.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
A place I can hang my hat
There are many different ways to live life depending on who you talk to.
Some opt for a secure job, a home with a two-car garage and a family while others fervently argue that to truly live one must go beyond the expected societal norm and out into the vast expanse of the world. Neither is wrong and neither is right.
However, the people who elect one lifestyle over the other typically feel strongly about their choice. Some for necessity, some in the name of what is expected and many just because they can't imagine life any other way.
The grand majority of the people I've met on this South American adventure are openly disgusted with the idea of settling down. Soccer moms -- don't even think about it. PTA -- not a chance. Buying a house -- what kind of tontería is that?
But is it possible to be neither? Or both?
I'm living with an ultimatum. I leave Santiago in four months. In the meantime, our walls will remain bare. Our kitchen will never be fully stocked. I'll have to say goodbye indefinitely to my Chilean friends in December. Life is temporary. Transitory.
This experience makes me realize that I want something permanent. A place I can hang my hat. I want to buy a Seattle condo. I want roots.
I wouldn't have known this about myself unless I had embarked upon this journey. I would have spent life yearning for the unknown; the draw of living in a world so unlike your own you can't even imagine. And I've been there. It's exhilerating, refreshing, exciting, hard at times but oh-so-worth it. Situations like these teach you the most about yourself. And often surprising realizations.
So while I still haven't decided exactly if I'm ready to settle down, I know for a fact that I'm ready to put together my adult life. If you had asked me that six months ago, I wouldn't have been able to give you an answer.
Thanks Santiago. XX Bree
Some opt for a secure job, a home with a two-car garage and a family while others fervently argue that to truly live one must go beyond the expected societal norm and out into the vast expanse of the world. Neither is wrong and neither is right.
However, the people who elect one lifestyle over the other typically feel strongly about their choice. Some for necessity, some in the name of what is expected and many just because they can't imagine life any other way.
The grand majority of the people I've met on this South American adventure are openly disgusted with the idea of settling down. Soccer moms -- don't even think about it. PTA -- not a chance. Buying a house -- what kind of tontería is that?
But is it possible to be neither? Or both?
I'm living with an ultimatum. I leave Santiago in four months. In the meantime, our walls will remain bare. Our kitchen will never be fully stocked. I'll have to say goodbye indefinitely to my Chilean friends in December. Life is temporary. Transitory.
This experience makes me realize that I want something permanent. A place I can hang my hat. I want to buy a Seattle condo. I want roots.
I wouldn't have known this about myself unless I had embarked upon this journey. I would have spent life yearning for the unknown; the draw of living in a world so unlike your own you can't even imagine. And I've been there. It's exhilerating, refreshing, exciting, hard at times but oh-so-worth it. Situations like these teach you the most about yourself. And often surprising realizations.
So while I still haven't decided exactly if I'm ready to settle down, I know for a fact that I'm ready to put together my adult life. If you had asked me that six months ago, I wouldn't have been able to give you an answer.
Thanks Santiago. XX Bree
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
... December ... what then??
Why is it that as human beings we are always looking towards the future?
Now that I’ve bought my ticket home (Dec. 23 in Vancouver, B.C. at 10:30 AM), thoughts of Seattle, my family and friends are constantly sneaking into the peripheries of my mind. Where will I work? Where will I live? What hobbies will I pick up? Will it be an easy transition? Por favor, para (stop)! I’m very much looking forward to heading home but also want to fully enjoy my last four months here.
A quick plug: if you are aware of any job opportunities in Seattle (or elsewhere for that matter), I would be VERY grateful if you passed along that information. My e-mail is breanna_bart@yahoo.com. I have a BA in Communication, emphasis in Public Relations and am especially passionate about international education and communication. I am nervous to head home and pray that I find a job without too much difficulty, as I still hear horror stories of the job market. I will also be contacting many of you to ask for tips, advice, wisdom and suggestions. Thanks in advance for your help!
On a new endeavor…
I’m picking up a new hobby and am oh so excited about it. Our apartment doesn’t have internet or television and I’m running out of books to devour.
So… I’m going to teach myself to play the guitar! This effort won’t be entirely on my own – I have several friends here that play and the music teacher, Javier, at IOM also said he would help. They have an incredible deal at a music store near my apartment – a starter guitar, a case, two packs of strings and picks for $30,000 CP or about $60 US. I realize that the guitar probably won’t be top-quality but considering that I’m just starting and also that I make less than $600 US a month, it will have to do.
I’m going tomorrow to get the guitar. Yippeeee!
On the debates…
We were eliminated today, Tuesday August 18. Hahah, said with such finality. We made it to the second round and although we were quickly cut today (my team read from their notes too much), I am very proud of what they accomplished. Thinking back to myself in high-school and my level of Spanish, I never would have been able to complete a 3 minute spontaneous dialogue about a technical topic.
Here are some pictures of them:
My team and me
Practicing before their turn
Up at the podium
The debate room layout
Being silly at La Moneda after the debates finished
On Pianorquestra…
We went to the most amazing show two Saturdays ago. One piano, ten hands. Pianorquestra is a group from Brazil. Here's a blurb about them, "Created and directed by Claudio Dauelsberg, the group explores ethnic elements and Brazilian roots in a wonderful new way. They move easily from classical to popular, from Brazilian contemporary composers such as Villa-Lobos, Claudio Santoro, and Milton Nascimento, to rhythms such as samba, coco, maracatu, and ciranda. Claudio Dauelsberg, Gisele Sant’Ana, Masako Tanaka, Marina Spoladore, and Maíra Freitas explore the inside and the bottom of the piano box, inserting objects with different weights and densities—pieces of wood, metal, and rubber—on the strings, and using drumsticks to obtain percussive effects. The timbres range according to the density, weight, and texture of the objects, especially built for obtaining the desired sonorities." (Found at http://www.coastaljazz.ca/concert/pianorquestra).
On friends…
Instead of describing my amazing friends here, I’ll show you a few through pictures. The first is Jacqueline and me. Jacqueline went to Prince Edward Island University in East Coast Canada (random coincidence that Gigi also went there). She is going to be one of my guitar teachers and was also who inspired me to pick it up.
This is Esteban doing what he does best ... cook for us. We are always happy campers. 
Esteban, me and Steph .... two of my best friends here.
All in all, life sigue (continues) in fast forward. It’s hard to believe that August is more than half –way over. Life is good here – full of friends, work, happiness and rainy weather (reminds me of home!). I wish all of you an amazing last bit of summer … soak up that sunshine for me!
Now that I’ve bought my ticket home (Dec. 23 in Vancouver, B.C. at 10:30 AM), thoughts of Seattle, my family and friends are constantly sneaking into the peripheries of my mind. Where will I work? Where will I live? What hobbies will I pick up? Will it be an easy transition? Por favor, para (stop)! I’m very much looking forward to heading home but also want to fully enjoy my last four months here.
A quick plug: if you are aware of any job opportunities in Seattle (or elsewhere for that matter), I would be VERY grateful if you passed along that information. My e-mail is breanna_bart@yahoo.com. I have a BA in Communication, emphasis in Public Relations and am especially passionate about international education and communication. I am nervous to head home and pray that I find a job without too much difficulty, as I still hear horror stories of the job market. I will also be contacting many of you to ask for tips, advice, wisdom and suggestions. Thanks in advance for your help!
On a new endeavor…
I’m picking up a new hobby and am oh so excited about it. Our apartment doesn’t have internet or television and I’m running out of books to devour.
So… I’m going to teach myself to play the guitar! This effort won’t be entirely on my own – I have several friends here that play and the music teacher, Javier, at IOM also said he would help. They have an incredible deal at a music store near my apartment – a starter guitar, a case, two packs of strings and picks for $30,000 CP or about $60 US. I realize that the guitar probably won’t be top-quality but considering that I’m just starting and also that I make less than $600 US a month, it will have to do.
I’m going tomorrow to get the guitar. Yippeeee!
On the debates…
We were eliminated today, Tuesday August 18. Hahah, said with such finality. We made it to the second round and although we were quickly cut today (my team read from their notes too much), I am very proud of what they accomplished. Thinking back to myself in high-school and my level of Spanish, I never would have been able to complete a 3 minute spontaneous dialogue about a technical topic.
Here are some pictures of them:
My team and me
Practicing before their turn
Up at the podium
The debate room layout
Being silly at La Moneda after the debates finished
On Pianorquestra…
We went to the most amazing show two Saturdays ago. One piano, ten hands. Pianorquestra is a group from Brazil. Here's a blurb about them, "Created and directed by Claudio Dauelsberg, the group explores ethnic elements and Brazilian roots in a wonderful new way. They move easily from classical to popular, from Brazilian contemporary composers such as Villa-Lobos, Claudio Santoro, and Milton Nascimento, to rhythms such as samba, coco, maracatu, and ciranda. Claudio Dauelsberg, Gisele Sant’Ana, Masako Tanaka, Marina Spoladore, and Maíra Freitas explore the inside and the bottom of the piano box, inserting objects with different weights and densities—pieces of wood, metal, and rubber—on the strings, and using drumsticks to obtain percussive effects. The timbres range according to the density, weight, and texture of the objects, especially built for obtaining the desired sonorities." (Found at http://www.coastaljazz.ca/concert/pianorquestra).
On friends…
Instead of describing my amazing friends here, I’ll show you a few through pictures. The first is Jacqueline and me. Jacqueline went to Prince Edward Island University in East Coast Canada (random coincidence that Gigi also went there). She is going to be one of my guitar teachers and was also who inspired me to pick it up.
Esteban, me and Steph .... two of my best friends here.All in all, life sigue (continues) in fast forward. It’s hard to believe that August is more than half –way over. Life is good here – full of friends, work, happiness and rainy weather (reminds me of home!). I wish all of you an amazing last bit of summer … soak up that sunshine for me!
Monday, August 3, 2009
The not-so-secret lives of teachers
An innocent goodbye kiss with Sergio in downtown Santiago turned into a public display in front of several IOM students two Wednesdays ago.
I didn’t think anything of it. I certainly didn’t imagine I’d come back to school after winter break to, “Miss Breeee…. We saw you in Baquedano. Wooooooo!!” combined with full scene enactments. By two different groups of students (freshman and seniors) that saw me independently of each other. Whaaaaaaaaat?!
After all, Santiago’s a huge city and Maipu is an hour away from the heart of it all. What were my students doing in the same metro station as I was at the same time? Had they been tailing me for awhile, getting a kick out of their gringa pololeando con un chileno? Ohhh the questions I have... and the answers I’d prefer not to know.
When work and personal lives collide, the ensuing results can be interesting. Where are the lines drawn? I certainly have a right to live my life outside of work as I see fit. However, I’d rather not have my dirty laundry aired for all to see.
The bottom of the line: conduct myself as I’d want others to see me. But I want goodbye kisses. I want to live life. I want to make mistakes. I want to live without regrets. And I guess if that’s how my students at IOM see me, it’s not the end of the world.
HORSES:
I’m taking riding lessons again. Por fin. The first time I was on a horse was when I was three-months-old, cradled in my dad's arms as he shared his equine love with me. I was that girl in middle-school – the one who lived, dreamed and breathed horses. I got my own at nine-years-old and spent the next ten years or so living the dream. I was in
Pony Club and spent my youth competing in Eventing (Dressage, stadium jumping and cross country jumping) at Horse Trials across Washington State.
I looked into taking jumping lessons here but then decided to get local. Rodeo style, that is. Chile has a huge rodeo tradition. A while back, I even went to the national rodeo in Rancagua. I didn’t understand a thing that was happening but I recognized beautiful horses when I saw them.
So here I go again. I had my first lesson last Thursday and am eager for this Thursday to come around. Eventually, I plan to get back into Eventing but while in Chile, may as well learn like a Chilean huaso, cierto?
POMAIRE:
This past Sunday was spent trekking an hour and a half outside of the city to Pomaire, a small Chilean mountain town famous for ceramics and native cuisine. We endulged in both. The cobblestone streets are lined with artisan warehouse upon artisan warehouse, each exhibiting the resident craftsman’s speciality. Without fail, each store displayed clay chanchitos (little pigs), which are believed in Pomaire to bring good luck to family members and loved ones. These poor chanchitos to the left where piled on top of each other in a cardboard box in one shop - which I don't think the creators of Pomaire's legend would be so pleased to see.
I didn’t think anything of it. I certainly didn’t imagine I’d come back to school after winter break to, “Miss Breeee…. We saw you in Baquedano. Wooooooo!!” combined with full scene enactments. By two different groups of students (freshman and seniors) that saw me independently of each other. Whaaaaaaaaat?!
After all, Santiago’s a huge city and Maipu is an hour away from the heart of it all. What were my students doing in the same metro station as I was at the same time? Had they been tailing me for awhile, getting a kick out of their gringa pololeando con un chileno? Ohhh the questions I have... and the answers I’d prefer not to know.
When work and personal lives collide, the ensuing results can be interesting. Where are the lines drawn? I certainly have a right to live my life outside of work as I see fit. However, I’d rather not have my dirty laundry aired for all to see.
The bottom of the line: conduct myself as I’d want others to see me. But I want goodbye kisses. I want to live life. I want to make mistakes. I want to live without regrets. And I guess if that’s how my students at IOM see me, it’s not the end of the world.
HORSES:
I’m taking riding lessons again. Por fin. The first time I was on a horse was when I was three-months-old, cradled in my dad's arms as he shared his equine love with me. I was that girl in middle-school – the one who lived, dreamed and breathed horses. I got my own at nine-years-old and spent the next ten years or so living the dream. I was in
Pony Club and spent my youth competing in Eventing (Dressage, stadium jumping and cross country jumping) at Horse Trials across Washington State.I looked into taking jumping lessons here but then decided to get local. Rodeo style, that is. Chile has a huge rodeo tradition. A while back, I even went to the national rodeo in Rancagua. I didn’t understand a thing that was happening but I recognized beautiful horses when I saw them.
So here I go again. I had my first lesson last Thursday and am eager for this Thursday to come around. Eventually, I plan to get back into Eventing but while in Chile, may as well learn like a Chilean huaso, cierto?
POMAIRE:This past Sunday was spent trekking an hour and a half outside of the city to Pomaire, a small Chilean mountain town famous for ceramics and native cuisine. We endulged in both. The cobblestone streets are lined with artisan warehouse upon artisan warehouse, each exhibiting the resident craftsman’s speciality. Without fail, each store displayed clay chanchitos (little pigs), which are believed in Pomaire to bring good luck to family members and loved ones. These poor chanchitos to the left where piled on top of each other in a cardboard box in one shop - which I don't think the creators of Pomaire's legend would be so pleased to see.
The afternoon sun glistened on the white stone cottages while hundreds of families milled throughout the streets perusing the shops for their next household purchase. I found a beautiful clay paila bowl cast inside with a piercing turquoise-green shade for $1,500 CP (about $3 U
S) that I’m going to put my spare change in. The wonderful afternoon finished with a heaping bowl of Pastel de Choclo, a fresh-ground corn pie with meat, onions and basil (a Chilean culinary staple).
S) that I’m going to put my spare change in. The wonderful afternoon finished with a heaping bowl of Pastel de Choclo, a fresh-ground corn pie with meat, onions and basil (a Chilean culinary staple).Wednesday, July 29, 2009
July ... where have you gone?
Hello again. A month later. I know I’ve promised I wouldn’t keep doing this. But once again, life got in the way. This month was whirlwind.July = winter vacation.
I thought I’d have a lot of time to write and post updates … however, I quickly learned that downtime meant no time.
But now I’m back to my full time job and finding my life scheduled and routine again. Who knew I’d have more time when I’m taming the wild children at IOM?
It’s 10:30 pm on a Tuesday. I’m lounging on a silver chrome barstool at our granite countertop (the picture above is a view of Santiago from our apartment balcony), munching on toast with strawberry jam and sporting sweatpants and a Seattle Mariners sweatshirt. I got back at 9 pm from teaching my Advanced Conversation group at the institute and am in for the night. Ahhhh the sweet joys of going to bed at a decent hour. I’d forgotten what that feels like the last few weeks.
On school…
This week at IOM, we’re doing something a little different. I’m not teaching any classes - just working solely with a team of six high-schoolers preparing for a debate this coming Monday against another colegio. The topic is euthanasia. Already three people have quit the team because they find the topic uninteresting. Luckily, it hasn’t been difficult finding people that want to miss several hours of class each day to eat cookies and practice debating and then go
downtown on Monday for the actual competition. This project feels more tangible than a lot of the things I’ve done at IOM and I’m happy to be put to use.I can’t remember if I wrote anything about the other gringa at my school last semester. In a nutshell, she ending up hating the school and left a semester and a month early without saying goodbye to anyone. She was very religious and set in her expectations of how things should be. The new girl this semester, Trish, is from New Jersey, lived in the Philippines for nine years and comes off innocent but has a bit of a wild girl lurking within. Love it. One of the first people she met at IOM was Felipe, a PE teacher. The very first question he asked her was if she’s religious. The look on Trish’s face was priceless. She’d been warned about Chile being a Catholic country but wasn’t prepared to get slammed with the religion question right off the bat. Felipe, however, then backed up the question with, “I only ask this because of the other girl.” Meaning it had nothing to do with if he was going to agree or disagree with her religious tendencies but more along the lines of if she was like Sarah at all. Which she’s not.
I still am enamorada with my students. Of course, there are many high schoolers that couldn’t give a darn about learning English but the many who put the effort forth have captured my heart. I’m spreading the word that everyone has to/should come visit me in Seattle when I get back. Minus the logistics of actually doing so, everyone seems pretty stoked about having an opportunity to go to the States, having a free place to stay and a tour guide. But seriously … how full circle would that be if after spending a year wrapped in their welcoming arms, I would be able to demonstrate my appreciation by showing them my country?
On future plans…
Remember that job I wrote about awhile ago that I turned down? They e-mailed me again … this time with a different and much more appealing job opportunity. As a reporter and/or editor. Um yes please! You may or may not know, but I worked as a reporter for Washington State University on their daily newspaper. Minus the stress of juggling deadlines in addition to aiming for academic excellence and extra-curricular success, I absolutely loved the experience. To work as a full-time, salaried reporter would be a dream come true.
This, however, would mean I wasn’t coming home in December. There still is so much to be seen in these next five months. Crazy that I’m at the half-way mark, isn’t it? I’m not going to make a decision right now. But I’m open to possibilities.
On boys boys boys…
Notice I wrote it three times? I’m doing a bit of juggling right now. Not serious with anyone but enjoying my time with three dashing men. Cristian, Sergio and Felipe. Definitely a great mix of ages and walks of life.
Cristian is a 31-year-old transportation engineer for the government. I met him at where else but … the castle. We’ve been going on dates for the past few weeks. Dinner planned for Thursday, tennis this Sunday and tentative plans to La Serena to visit a friend in the near future. Also interesting is the fact that the only place Cristian has been in the States is Seattle, for a transportation conference. Sergio is a 20-year-old musician and ski lodge attendant at El Colorado. I met him when we went snowboarding about a month ago. There was definitely an instant connection between us but I’m realizing that 20 year olds aren’t so secure and confident in themselves and their place in the world. He’s taking me snowboarding on Aug. 8 (h
e’s got the hookup). I’m hoping he’ll bust out his guitar before long. Felipe is 24-year-old international business student (the picture to the right is of Felipe -making a very serious face- and me). I met him ages ago and we’ve been talking casually for awhile but suddenly, the heat picked up. We also had an instant connection but it took awhile for plans to materialize between us. He really wanted me to go to Algarrobo, a beach town, with him this week but alas I have to work. I went on a date with him last Friday and we have plans to meet up when he gets back into town. Isn’t it ever so fun to be single and ready to mingle?That’s probably enough of an update for one sitting. The next installation shall be on its way soon.
Here’s a photo montage of our winter vacation:
Salsa Dancing
Masquerade Ball at the Castle
Bowling 
Valparaiso
Exploring Chile’s Coast
Wine Tasting in Cajon de Maipo
Horseback Riding
Buenas Noches! Until next time … XX Bree
Valparaiso
Exploring Chile’s Coast
Wine Tasting in Cajon de Maipo
Horseback Riding
Buenas Noches! Until next time … XX Bree
Monday, July 6, 2009
22 years old.
And man, do I have a lot to be grateful for.
It´s my birthday tomorrow. This will be my second year in a row not being home for it.
Last year, on my 21st, I was a counselor at a camp for high-schoolers and I got to share my birthday with a sixteen-year-old boy. Not exactly the wild 21st you´d have imagined. But we did have some pretty delicious chocolate cake - and anyone that knows me well knows that chocolate is definitely one of my principal food groups. This year shall be interesting though ... in another country surrounded by friends I made just a few months ago. Albeit, my friends feel like family. Vamos a ver como pasara...
We went snowboarding yesterday!! Sooo much fun. We were in a group of 7 Americans, Chileans and Portugese. We went to El Colorado, which is part of Los Farellones in Los Andes. While the ski resort certainly didn´t have the greenage and the expanse that the mountains in Washington have, it had the most amazing view of the surrounding mountain range and Santiago valley. We were so high that two of our friends had to stop skiing at mid-day because of altitude sickness. As we were riding down the mountain at the end of the day, the glowing ball of sun set amongst the mountain peaks, turning the glistening white snow into a rainbow of purple, indigo and burnt orange. Definitely a memorable puesta del sol.
On Friday, we went salsa dancing. Also so much fun. I think my dad was more excited that I went than I was ... which I find very endearing. Who woulda thought that our little Mikey would be such a salsa picante man??
Eso es. My laptop is currently disputing life and showing its five years of age but as soon as I get it up and running again, I´ll put pictures up. Miss you all, love you and hope you have a fantastic week.
It´s my birthday tomorrow. This will be my second year in a row not being home for it.
Last year, on my 21st, I was a counselor at a camp for high-schoolers and I got to share my birthday with a sixteen-year-old boy. Not exactly the wild 21st you´d have imagined. But we did have some pretty delicious chocolate cake - and anyone that knows me well knows that chocolate is definitely one of my principal food groups. This year shall be interesting though ... in another country surrounded by friends I made just a few months ago. Albeit, my friends feel like family. Vamos a ver como pasara...
We went snowboarding yesterday!! Sooo much fun. We were in a group of 7 Americans, Chileans and Portugese. We went to El Colorado, which is part of Los Farellones in Los Andes. While the ski resort certainly didn´t have the greenage and the expanse that the mountains in Washington have, it had the most amazing view of the surrounding mountain range and Santiago valley. We were so high that two of our friends had to stop skiing at mid-day because of altitude sickness. As we were riding down the mountain at the end of the day, the glowing ball of sun set amongst the mountain peaks, turning the glistening white snow into a rainbow of purple, indigo and burnt orange. Definitely a memorable puesta del sol.
On Friday, we went salsa dancing. Also so much fun. I think my dad was more excited that I went than I was ... which I find very endearing. Who woulda thought that our little Mikey would be such a salsa picante man??
Eso es. My laptop is currently disputing life and showing its five years of age but as soon as I get it up and running again, I´ll put pictures up. Miss you all, love you and hope you have a fantastic week.
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