My First (real) Job
I graduated college (the first time) in 1992, smack dab in the middle of a huge recession. I constantly interviewed for jobs but each time I was met with “we aren’t hiring now, but we’ll keep your resume on file.” Yeah, thanks for that. Although the life insurance sales companies were hiring, go figure. So I turned from my school’s placement office to the good old classified ads. I answered one to be a software instructor for a small company and on the week of finals, I got the job. I was sweating bullets on that one because I had no backup plan. My Mom had moved away and I wanted to stay in Oklahoma so if I could not find a job then I’d have to find something that paid enough to pay for my car and a place to stay. Luckily, I did get that job offer, for almost half what I was hoping to receive, and thus embarked on an incredibly bizarre learning curve for the next two years. Read more »
Posted: October 3rd, 2008 under Improvement.
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Every day I stare at the blank page of Microsoft Word. It is just daring me to write something brilliant on it, but it refuses to help me. So I stare out of my window for a little while and let my mind wander. What great truth will I tackle this time? Some days it comes easy, others it takes some work. On occasion I think, “forget it, I’ll just take today off” but then an odd thing happens. I feel pressure. I can’t move on to my next project because I feel like I need to write something. Until I actually put down a post in Word, I have a nagging in the back of my mind. Oddly enough, this is a good thing. 
20 years ago, I was speeding down the street on the way to a friend’s house, literally speeding mind you. As I popped over the top of a hill a police car came the other way, saw me step on the brakes to slow down and did a 180. A few moments later the flashing lights came on and I got my first speeding ticket. A few weeks later I’m in a packed courtroom to deal with the ticket and across the way I see this beautiful girl I went to school with, but who never gave me the time of day. The judge sentenced all minors who sped to Defensive Driving in lieu of paying the fine and I hoped that the beautiful girl would be in the same class as me so I could ask her out. She was and I did and we went. Six years to the day of our Defensive Driving class, we got married.