Figuring it all out and finding your spark.

There is no doubt that one learns a lot in their post-secondary education. But it’s not until your career do you really start figure it all out. There is a world of difference between the two events, but they are not mutually exclusive. I graduated from University in 2008 with a bachelors in Gerontology with a lot of knowledge, but not a lot of specific direction. As Lauren knows all too well, the dreaded ‘what are you going to do when you graduate?’ questions starts getting pounced upon you about six months before graduation. Sometimes, you don’t know. You just don’t, and people telling you what they think you should do is not a solution. Kate detested her first job out of University, and she quickly figured out exactly what she didn’t want to do before being challenged in the field (…quite literally, in a field of crops) she knew was a fit for her. Lau is still in the ‘figuring it all out’ phase, which is exactly where she needs to be right now. Micaela worked hard and patiently waited for her dream job and Eri settled calmly into a position which recognizes and utilizes her unique skills and abilities.

I decided to move clear across the country, across the prairies and into the West to start to figure it all out. And slowly, I did just that. I am four years, two full-time jobs with a few part-time ones on the side into figuring it all out and directing myself into my chosen career path. Upon leaving my first job to move back to Ontario I confessed to my boss that I still didn’t understand why she hired me given my lack of hands-on experience in the field, and I will never forget when she told me that ‘sometimes you just see a spark in somebody. The knowledge that comes with a career? That can be taught. But when you find someone that has the spark inside of them you take a chance, and you don’t regret it’. That statement has influenced my career in every way, and in a way, is my personal motto. I don’t know everything, neither do you and and even together neither of us ever will. But with that spark inside, tasks can be taught, knowledge will be learned and surrounding yourself with people that believe in you will help you to achieve whatever goals you set for yourself.

When I moved to Toronto (jobless with hundreds of resumes and cover letters in hand) people started asked the dreaded question ’what are you going to do when you get there?’ and I desparately thought to myself ‘I will do almost anything for anybody who will hire me’. A year into a challenging full time job later, I am inspired to find and achieve my niche. I am not so desparate anymore and am finally able to write down tangible goals and what it will take for me to achieve them onto a piece of paper – one which sits in my desk where I can see it every day. I am ready to move again, this time into a position which will sharpen my career even further.

And finally, because there is nothing like a good Venn diagram to support one’s logic.

 

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Just so this doesn’t turn into a baby blog…

Sooo, believe it or not, there are actually a few people in this family who don’t have kids, or who aren’t pregnant! You wouldn’t know though, because there are no posts written by us lately.  Honestly? It’s pretty much because my life isn’t as exciting as it would be if I had a baby to take pictures of and love all day.  As some of you may already know from twitter or…you know, knowing me in real life, I live in res at school now.  120% easier than living in an apartment if I do say so myself.  I live in the international and upper year residence, so my roommates are from the Netherlands, Australia, and Aurora (Ontario).  So you wanted to know what we all look like when we’re at a bar? I thought you’d never ask.

Please excuse the sweatiness that is me.  This was my facebook profile picture until my friend Michelle unearthed this one from the same night:

So much better.

In other news, I haven’t bitten my nails since I’ve been in Ottawa! So for a month, I’ve been growing my nails, and pretty much painting them a new colour every 3 days.  At the beginning of last week I bought a green OPI polish, and when I took it off, my nails were tinted green, and THEY STILL ARE. Seriously.  My nails looks diseased if I leave them unpolished.

Other than that I’ve just been doing the usual, school work, cheerleading, growing my hair, trying to decide what to do with my life.  I went to a career fair today at school and mom’s dream job for me was there- CSIS, so I chatted with them for a bit. It went alright.

Oh! I’m going home this weekend for Thanksgiving and I couldn’t be more excited to see the kiddies! Ottawa had an American Apparel warehouse sale for a few days last week and I went (twice) and got so many cute clothes for Hailey, Bri and Casey, and only a pair of shorts and a shirt for myself.  But helloo, they were all $4 a piece! I’ll try to post some of the finds when I get home on Friday!

Enjoy this abrupt conclusion, and I hope you’ve enjoyed this post with a huge picture of my face, and random information about my life.

Apparently I’m in high school again.

Last week I was in Vegas (surprise!) with two girlfriends celebrating an upcoming wedding and I would post some photos but they are 100% inappropriate and that is what happens when you go to bed every night at 7:00am after having had two extra dirty gin martinis for breakfast. If Tim asks to see the photos I am planning  to tell him we didn’t take any (so far I’m in the clear).

My luxe life of fake-ployment will be ending as of this week. And by luxe I mean scouring job sites and CharityVillage (my life) and scheduling ‘information interviews’ and volunteering and rolling eyes at immature teenaged coworkers and people who take themselves too seriously and stress and anxiety about job interviews and resumes that nobody reads even though hours were spent perfecting them and tearful phone calls with best friends and closed eyes when ATM’s puke out bank statements and a month of crying every. single. day and days that not a single limb is moved, not even to get food, then that one day of OMFGTDHRCIAARPA!IACTSIAMAPW! (translation: OMFG the day has really come I am a real person again! I am contributing to society in a meaningful and positive way!).

I used my new job as an excuse to buy some more Big Girl Clothes (yea, I know. I already had a Big Girl Job but you know, new city, new job, new clothes, am I right?). And I am planning my first day of work outfit. It’s like the first day kindergarten outfit – your mom dresses you in whatever outfit makes you look the most angelic so your teachers will love you (bow ties for boys and flowery dresses with matching sun hats for girls). Or the first day of middle school outfit – well, it probably has purple grape juice stains on it, but as long as you can wear it on the tire swing then it doesn’t matter. Or the first day of high school outfit – you want to wear exactly what everyone else will be wearing (Silver jeans and a Tommy Girl three quarter length top). And the first day of University where you want to look like a fun party girl, somewhere in between a bookwork and a slutty whore – yea, I said it – (flower in hair, layered white and pink tank tops, pink cowboy belt, dark wash flared Von Dutch jeans and pink flip flops).

The first day of work outfit is very important, and says a lot about a person. While I do allow for redemption in some situations, I am a big believer in first impressions being the most important ones. The first day on the job outfit has to say a.) you’d probably want to be my friend b.) yes I am old enough to have a Real Job (apparently I look really young sometimes) c.) I will bring delicious food to luncheons d.) I’m awesome to work with on committees and special projects e.) I will never cook microwave popcorn in the kitchen microwave (the worst) f.) you’ll never roll your eyes when my name pops up on your caller ID g.) I am in no way annoying at all and have the perfect amount of independent work and socializing. It’s also tough because you don’t exactly know what everyone else is wearing (see title of post), and I need to know what the office culture is – how basic outfits are or how outrageously people dress or how many people wear leggings underneath dresses and is that okay and are skinny legged pants okay (really, this is my biggest fear because I just want to wear these every day for the rest of my life).

Do you remember what you wore on the first day of your job? Am I the only one who reads way too far into this decision? WHAT DID YOU WEAR I NEED HELP BEING COOL.

 

 

ATTN: my future. RE: things are looking up.

You know, when I accepted that previous job offer I knew it didn’t feel right. Initially, I even turned it down because it just felt off. As my intuition is very sharp, it didn’t come as a huge surprise to me when it didn’t work out. I used the opportunity to take a step back from my job hunt and think about what I really wanted from my career. Did I want to settle? Well, yes and no. I didn’t want to settle in to a job that would make me stray too far from the path I want to take in life (for example, working front line with the homeless population), but at the same time I knew that by setting my standards too high I likely wouldn’t be getting anywhere (for example, applying for jobs that required a Masters of Social Work degree). Originally, I was only applying for jobs that were identical to my first career-type job. It was safe, and I guess I wanted to make my transition into Toronto as smooth as possible and for life to seem the same as it had been. While I did get one call back, the fact that I no longer have a drivers license was a major roadblock down that path so I stopped applying to jobs that required driving (which are common in the social work field). I had a moment a few months in to the search where I sat back and realized that trying to recreate my life in Calgary wasn’t really a good idea at all. I wasn’t looking for opportunities to grow and expand my skills and knowledge, I was looking to go back in time and potentially fall in to a position that would make life as stagnant as possible.

So I expanded my job search and instead of looking at which jobs I wanted, I researched agencies I would like to work for. It is so important to me as an individual to have a job where I am making a positive difference in my community, and I know that I need to be working for an organization or agency that I truly care about. A few weeks ago, I got called in for an interview at one particular agency that was on my list. After a computer test and two interviews, they offered the job to someone else. I was completely deflated. The interview had gone so well that I walked out of the interview on the top of the world. Then they told me that while they found someone better suited for the position, they liked me so much that they wanted to find me a job within the agency that was better suited to me. They didn’t want to lose me, and I was somebody who felt she had nothing left to lose. I had forgotten how much I had to offer, and how my personality and my enthusiasm would be an asset to an agency. They offered me another position for a similar position with a different team, and I delightedly accepted it. 

So after months and months of tears of frustration and anxiety, I was finally able to cry tears of joy and pure happiness. I immediately made a few rounds of phone calls and when I told my Mom the news I have never, ever, in my life heard her sound so happy. I have had so much incredible support and love shown to me by my friends and family over the past year. I know people often say this, but I truly don’t think I could have managed the last year of my life without my team of friends and family around me. As always, big shout out to my Timbo, who is wonderful and supportive and loving and adorable and all that nice boyfriend stuff. I’m a very lucky, blessed girl in the family and friends department.

As I currently have two part time jobs, I’ll be quitting my bartending job and keeping my job at Boots (so all of you discount abusers, you’re in luck). May 16th is the big day at the new job and I’m taking the weekend prior to that one off to come home to the Farm and celebrate and kiss babies and to drink too much beer and play golf and visit all of my loved ones.

In the words of Kirsten Dunst circa 2000, Bring It On.

It’s no secret that 2010 was not the best year of my life. 2010 brought a major illness, a move across the country, unemployment and more tears than I could have ever imagined. On the other hand, 2010 brought an incredible amount of love and support from family and friends. Love and support that kept me going and made me realize that my life is filled with some seriously amazing people. 2010 also brought more love from Tim, a man who stepped up to the plate and so much more when things got tough.

My attitude towards 2011 is that it will be the best one yet. This year I am looking forward to so many great things – more babies to hug, a challenging new job (keep reading for more info on that!), some traveling, creating my space in Toronto, and planning for my future. I’m  not making any resolutions (although I always resolve to improve my posture), I just want to focus on keeping that positive attitude – to make 2011 my best year yet, and to live as much life as I can. In addition, I have my 25 before 25 list to work on in the next 11 months.

Let’s talk about the best Christmas present any fun-employed individual could ask for – a job offer. On the 23rd, I accepted a job offer with a growing not-for-profit in Toronto. Without going in to too much detail, my job will be quite similar to my position in Calgary, working with adults with severe and persistent mental health illnesses. The job gives me the opportunity to expand on aspects of my skills I wish to build upon, challenges some skills I have developed, and provides lots of opportunities for forward movement. After hanging up the phone to accept the offer, I did what any self-respecting adult would do – I cried and hugged my Mommy (who gives the best hugs).

Thank you, thank you, thank you to all of our readers and friends and family who have commented and called and hugged and supported me throughout my job search. In all honestly, I couldn’t have made it through the past six months the way I did without you. Special shout out to Tim, I honestly feel like words can’t express how amazing he is and how much love and support he has shown me over the past year (can you believe that we celebrated our five year anniversary last month?!). I’m excited as to what our move back to Toronto will bring for our relationship and our life together.

Dear Future Employer,

First off – Hi! And thanks for Googling me. You will likely first be directed to my LinkedIn profile. Go ahead and click on it – it’s also on my resume. I contemplated not putting a photo on my LinkedIn, but then I thought, heck – why not. You’re probably more likely to remember somebody when you can put a face to their name. I think it kind of looks like I’m arguing a debate in the photo. That, or I’m passionately discussing the merits of inclusive community affordable housing projects, or the influence of social media on product knowledge and awareness. I hope you also notice on it that I am “searching for a fulfilling position in the fields of geriatrics, mental health and/or group and community facilitation”. It’s true!  I’m currently not working. Well, some say searching for a job IS a full-time job. I somewhat agree. Searching for a employment is a full-time job for me because I’m also volunteering part-time.

I’m volunteering to increase my knowledge of the Toronto and Ontario health care and social service systems in order to gain more knowledge to do an even more spectacular job when I am working for your agency. I’m volunteering at a community outreach centre for seniors with addictions, where I am assisting to facilitate life skills courses. If you peruse through some of the details of my previous positions, you will see that I love adult education and group facilitation. Really, I just love people. I love learning from them, teaching them, and of course, helping them (which is probably why I’ve applied for a job with your agency).

I’m very much a people person. I’m also the kind of person who will give their best to their employer, and the respective clients and/or consumers. I will be the first one to volunteer for that new committee – providing I can realistically fit it into my schedule. I engage in ‘corporate culture’ by having a bright smile on my face right from the first day and partaking in events at the office. At my previous position I joined a 10k race with a few colleagues and with persistence, a positive attitude and some serious training I helped my team come in third place! I proudly hung my medal in my office. And you better believe I will bring delicious treats to your potlucks.

I loved my last job. I had some wonderful clients, and some challenging ones. I especially loved it when the aforementioned challenging clients evolved in to the wonderful ones. For example, the 50 year old man who had to make some very tough decisions. Through a collaboration of myself, his counsellor and his psychiatrist, we were able to help him through the decision and make some very positive changes in his life. At my last meeting with him, he cried openly in a coffee shop telling me that nobody has ever cared as much as I did. Another client was shocked that I had only lived in the city for two years. “You’ve connected me with services that my other professionals didn’t even know existed!”, she told me. I take pride in my researching skills – I am a life long learner and consistently seeking out new opportunities to show my clients, colleagues and employers.

So, future employer, I hope that you found this post, and then immediately let go of that computer mouse in order to pick up the phone and call me (my number’s right there at the top of my resume). E-mail works great too – with the help of my Blackberry (can’t be without Twitter for too long, I get shaky) I will get back to you immediately. I hope you’ve learned from this letter that I am friendly, a hard-worker, a dedicated employee and that I am passionate about making a positive impact on the lives of others. I am eager to put these great skills to use at your agency.

Best,

Your future employee of the month.

A new house and a new job

For the last three months, Tim and I have been living at my Aunt’s place in Toronto (thank you, Yaya!), but the time has come for us to get a place of our own – kinda. Last week, we moved to an apartment in a more central Toronto location and we now have a roommate as well. The roomie has been Tim’s best friend since kindergarten, and was also a roommate of his in University. He’s a great guy, and you couldn’t meet a guy who was more chilled out than him. It’s a change of pace, and has been great so far. A little bit of me loves it because it’s very ‘How I Met Your Mother’ of us to be living together (I’m obsessed, it’s a problem). I love our apartment, it’s a big old house that has been renovated into apartments and it’s gorgeous. I tend to gravitate towards newly renovated older homes/condo buildings, which I equate to our house at the Farm – I loved that it’s an old, old farmhouse but has been completely renovated inside.

And, the job. It’s been a long, long, long three months being back in Ontario and still not having a job. I’m looking hard for a job in my field and in the meantime I am volunteering at a seniors addictions clinic downtown. Last week I handed out a bunch of resumes for a seasonal position and ended up getting a job (the same day) at a major Canadian retailer – for fear of getting dooced, I’m not going to tell you which one, but I will say that it rhymes with ‘Boots’. So I’ll start there this week, and will continue to find a full-time position as well. Since Tim and I have dedicated this year to money-saving and debt repayment and all that jazz, I’ll probably continue to work part-time even after I get a full time position. I’m trying hard to get a job at a popular sports bar to start making some real cashola, and I have some serious plans for that goal. It involves a video resume, just sayin’. For now, I’m happy with a job that allows me to wear leggings to work. I’ll be working as much as I can, so come on by and I’ll help you pick out your Christmas gifts!

Pressing 'send' with a smile.

Since I’m still so fresh in to my job hunt (I hope it never does pass the ‘fresh’ stage), I am very eager about it, and I’m working my butt off on applications. I have discovered a new job hunt tactic that you won’t find on my current favourite website CareeRealism.com. I hope you all know what CareeRealism is, especially if you are on the job hunt. It’s a great (FREE) website that offers incredible advice for developing a kick-ass resume, an irresistible cover letter, tips on how to charm your interviewers, and much, much more. And they are very active on Twitter - but not over-active, like, you won’t want to unfollow them in 3.5 seconds after they blast boring information into the twittersphere. They are consistently providing useful, encouraging information and you can literally spend hours taking notes on the information found on their site.

Back to this new job search tactic. Life is all about figuring out what works for yourself. My tips? Get in an awesome mood before you sit at your computer. Make yourself a deliciously thick coffee, have a shower and do your hair, and get pretty. Play some music to create an atmosphere that appeals to you, and turn the t.v. OFF. Put on some heels, and your favourite top and lip gloss. In my opinion, feeling great will help you to create a cover letter that will sell yourself. If you throw some positive energy into the application, and thus into the atmosphere, it will come back at you tenfold. Yes I am aware that this idea is called ‘karma’ – and, in my humble opinion, it works. So here I sit, in my bright basement apartment, terrified to exit my door thanks to a giant wasp nest above it, in my favourite shirt, wearing my shiniest heels, and some country music playing, pressing send with a smile.

Ideally, my future employer will be pressing send with a smile when they request an interview to meet my fabulous self.

What worked for you? Do you have an tips for job-hunters that you wouldn’t find in a traditional article or website?

Dear 2010: You can stay.

This marks my first post as an aunt annnnd an employed teacher!

That’s right, on Friday I got a letter in the mail offering me a job with the school board. I did a happy dance around my apartment, threw my kitten up in the air a few times, went to a meeting and signed some papers, and once I get the second half of my tuberculosis test done on Thursday, I can start teaching! Providing, I guess, that I don’t have tuberculosis, which will bring on a whole new set of problems. But my shot seems to be healing nicely so I think I’ll be okay.

So, yayyy! Problem solved. I am so relieved that I get to do what I want to do and that I won’t have to apply to any jobs that I don’t actually want, ever, ever, ever again!

Then on Saturday night, Erica and I were at the Hilton in Toronto for our awesome cousin Lara’s bachelorette party and I got a call from Leah  who said,  “Katelyn had the baby! It’s a girl!” I was shocked, number one because I was sure Rasperry was a boy, and number two because I didn’t get the memo that no one was going to find out when Katelyn went into labour. I thought I’d have some time to prepare! I’m SO HAPPY to add another girl to the family. Lara and our other cousin Lindsay ran out into the hall to join Erica and I and we did a tiny little celebration for Katelyn, Scott, and Hailey, then of course went back to celebrating Lara! Her bridal party did an amazing job of planning the perfect bachelorette for Lara which you can hear about from her point of view on her blog.

On Sunday Kent, Erica, and I made the two hour trip back to London to meet Hailey. I wanted to hold her but I have this belief (and I still stand by it) that my chances of dropping someone’s newborn increase 100% if I hold it, and really, that would ruin my day a whole bunch. Along with some other peoples. Not that I have shaky hands or am prone to dropping things but you know, it happens to the best of us. For instance tonight I dropped my keys before unlocking my door. But I could tell Katelyn was getting slightly insulted when she started asking me why I didn’t want to hold Hailey, so I sucked it up and very carefully held that cute little bundle of perfection. I love her! I miss her a whole bunch already and lucky Kent now gets to deal with every fifth sentence out of my mouth being something like, “hold the kitten and pretend it’s your baby.” For the record, he pretended to breastfeed and Levi attacked his hands. It wasn’t very realistic.