Since my post last Thursday regarding the Job Fair I attended, I'd like to think I've gained a little momentum. A slight amount of momentum. Or Uncle Mo, as we sometimes call it. And for everyone's sake, let's hope Uncle Mo and myself put together a nice relationship here in the upcoming days/weeks/months/years/lifetime...
As I have mentioned I will probably need to start to attempt to make a little cash money for myself. A little pocket change if you will. I have mentioned the substitute teaching in the past, which I still may actually do, perhaps in a couple weeks. I have been assured I can get right into that whenever I want. However another small opportunity arose, which could be a lifelong income source, greatly diversifying my portfolio. My portfolio of income that is, or at the moement, lack there of.
An old college friend who lives out in San Fran was swinging through town last Friday morning, so we scheduled a last minute lunch. College friend until the old "keg out the window" incident sophomore year. But I digress. We spoke of a lot of things, mainly the "side" business he has started up. He lives in the world of search engine marketing, works for a reputable firm and uses his startup to test the company's software. Anyway, he has a batch of small clients, a couple of which he could use some help with. Hence, I said I'd be interested...it involves Google Adwords and attracting consumers to certain websites. Once running, it almost provides automatic income. Now, I can't pretend to be super computer-savvy, however I think I could figure this out. Just need to put together the time to do it, but as I said, it could provide a nice additional income source, requiring only a minimal time commitment each week.
Last Friday night, another old friend also was visiting town. This friend, another follower of 'Tical, is an Insurance Wholesale Rep...and if you follow closely, you may know that is a position I may be interested in. In fact, this fella got me turned onto the gig, for he makes buttloads of money and also enjoys it. And it provides many of the job duties I experienced as a mortage wholesale rep, which you may recall I wrote about a couple weeks ago. Social aspects I enjoy. And yes, I did just say the word "duties."
Anyway, apparently there may be a job opening with this company in a local market. Which is nice, because I have wanted to get in that company before. My friend than called me on Monday and asked me to send him a resume. Done and done. So, let's keep our fingers crossed on that one!
And then yesterday, Tuesday, I had an appointment with the Private and Corporate Outplacement Firm I spoke of last week, resulting in my attedning the job fair. That is what they call themselves, which I learned is different than a headhunter, recruiter, staffing agency, etc; I think the meeting went great, and we'll see what comes of it. I will probably write additionally about it later this week (and yes I plan on putting up 3 blogs this week) for it was a jam packed session with great ideas exchanged. So, lets just say I may have some high hopes for this method of the job search, but wouldn't you know I have a tee time shortly...so that's all for now folks!
However, do not fret, I promise the rest of week will bring some highly inspired sh*t...
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Slob Fair, er, uh....I mean, Job Fair
Today I decided to venture out into the world of the unemployed; join the tired, poor, weak and hungry and attend a job fair. Not just any job fair, one of the largest in state history, with thousands expected, sponsored by local news station WMUR, held at Southern New Hampshire University; Although I will always refer to it as NHC (New Hampshire College), the site of many a basketball/soccer camp I attended as a mere lad. Who would have thought I would have ventured back to the campus in such a fashion...
Now I have been to job fairs before and they can largely be considered a gigantic waste of time. A waste of time, that is, if one does not possess a game plan. A game plan is necessary, because once you walk in the door, in the expression of American Idol judge Kara DioGuardi, "I got 5 words for you: pan-duh-mon-i-um!" Especially with an event of this magnitude, if you do not scout out a handful of prospective companies and approach them, you will be doing yourself a tremendous disservice and severely depress yourself. Therefore, I went online, picked out roughly 5 companies, and set out to achieve greatness.
Because this is of course the worst recession in the history of the universe, and mobs of people were expected, attendees were instructed to park 10 miles away at the Mall of NH and take a bus to the job fair. Ha, that's a good one, there was no way in hell I would be doing that, thank you. Luckily I have a friend who lives across the street from the college, so I was golden in that department. I woke up this morning, showered, shaved, threw on a suit and headed out the door. In the words of the big homey Snoop, I was suited and booted.
Now I had very little expectations for the event, but I felt it was an important thing to attend, because "you never know." My main goal was to locate a particular company, an executive staffing/recruiting firm aimed at higher level job seekers, speak to a representative, set up a first appointment, and be on my way. As long I could achieve that main goal, the day could be considered somewhat of a success.
I parked at my friends house and began the short walk to the fair. Already I could tell it would be a zoo. Cars everywhere, people everywhere. I could smell the aura of desperation in the air. I could not help but have a smirk on my face...I figured I was in a better position than most of these people, but who knows. I must say, I was dressed as nice as anyone I saw; attires ranged from the properly suited (like myself) to the frumpy shirt and tie paired with wrinkled khakis look, to the "I must be a drug dealer, because I look like a yo" look. Alrighty then, moving right along...
I entered the facility and immediately I began to perspire. It was an absolute sh*tshow. Thousands of job hunters, wandering aimlessly between two separate gymnasiums. Thousands. You could barely walk. I quickly decided that finding all of the companies I "scouted out" would not be possible...I had to "go big or go home." Seeing as I wasn't super interested in a few of the companies I researched, this wouldn't be a big deal. I only selected a handful of companies to pretend as if I was doing my homework. My due diligence, if you will.
After attempting to walk around the upper gym, I said "F this" and headed to the lower gym, the larger of the two. I wandered amongst the masses, trying not to look at people, as many had the "where is the nearest skyscraper, bridge, noose etc" look on their face. I was determined to stay positive. I then entered the larger gym, determined to find my "numba 1 stunna". For those who don't speak hip hop, this means I was determined to find the executive recruiting firm. It may sound easy, but you could barely walk in the place, so finding anything provided a handsome challenge. As I walked very very slowly to the end of the first aisle I noticed a couple of nicely dressed gentleman who looked like they knew what they were doing. As I approached, I noticed the sign below their table. It was the firm I was looking for. One gentleman was unoccupied; the other gentleman had what looked like a line in front of him. I quickly skirted around the line and approached the unoccupied gentleman and began a conversation. I introduced myself, asking if I needed to wait in line to speak to him. Of course not, he replied. We then begain conversing, I explained my case a bit, and then he stated his. Or maybe vice versa. Bottom line, they place executives; higher end employees who have made good money; these type of employees who routinely waist time through traditional job search methods. (Translation: I think this describes myself...I have applied for 4 jobs over the past 2 weeks online and heard back from none of them). I always knew I would need to get a recruiter involved, just haven't found one yet.
The gentleman went on to say they do not accept just anyone for their services, in this market they must be selective. There are many more people that approach them than there are jobs available. Fine with me, I hold myself to a higher standard than most. He also explained that while the average job search can last 9-12 weeks, his firm guarantees placement within weeks. They do not go through Human Resources, they approach decision makers. I liked the way this chap was rappin. We exchanged business cards, he instructed me to call the office, and I was on my way.
I was satisfied with this exchange, however figured I would see what else was out there. As I continued to move amongst the crowds, I legitimately felt like I was part of a herd of cattle. A very large herd of cattle. What a nightmare. After attempting to visit other companies on my list, I decided to abort. I had achieved the primary goal of attending the event. Now time to head for the hills, as my armpits were becoming quite saturated. Or should I say, my shirt was becoming quite saturated from the moisture coming from my armpits.
I walked out the back door (because I know the layout of the place; I'm an insider) and walk past the enormous line at the door to get in. Luckily I didn't have to wait in that monstrosity! I cooly slipped my shades back on and continued the brisk walk back to my car. I saw a couple people I know (am I too old to call them "kids"?) and they asked how goes the proverbial battle. Crowded in there? Yes, that would be an understatement. One of these "kids" then told me I should apply to be a fireman. Not a bad idea, thanks, but don't think thats quite my cup of tea. Plus they haven't hired in a year. However, it is a noble profession.
I got back to my car and it took almost 10 minutes for me to back out of the driveway of my friend' house. At least it was over. And as I said, I'm glad I went. I achieved my goal, and got to take a firsthand look at the results of this economy. A bit scary. I felt bad for some people. I'm sure they have wives and children to support. Not me, thank God... and can't be feeling bad for myself now can I? Especially I after I chose to join this madness!
I got home, had some lunch, threw on the gym clothes, ready to get the daily workout in. But first, I picked up the phone, called the aforementioned firm, and scheduled an appointment for this upcoming Tuesday. Which is a step in the right direction. And I know I've said this before (to no avail yet) but I feel good about this one. And at least I have that going for me...
which, of course, is nice...
Now I have been to job fairs before and they can largely be considered a gigantic waste of time. A waste of time, that is, if one does not possess a game plan. A game plan is necessary, because once you walk in the door, in the expression of American Idol judge Kara DioGuardi, "I got 5 words for you: pan-duh-mon-i-um!" Especially with an event of this magnitude, if you do not scout out a handful of prospective companies and approach them, you will be doing yourself a tremendous disservice and severely depress yourself. Therefore, I went online, picked out roughly 5 companies, and set out to achieve greatness.
Because this is of course the worst recession in the history of the universe, and mobs of people were expected, attendees were instructed to park 10 miles away at the Mall of NH and take a bus to the job fair. Ha, that's a good one, there was no way in hell I would be doing that, thank you. Luckily I have a friend who lives across the street from the college, so I was golden in that department. I woke up this morning, showered, shaved, threw on a suit and headed out the door. In the words of the big homey Snoop, I was suited and booted.
Now I had very little expectations for the event, but I felt it was an important thing to attend, because "you never know." My main goal was to locate a particular company, an executive staffing/recruiting firm aimed at higher level job seekers, speak to a representative, set up a first appointment, and be on my way. As long I could achieve that main goal, the day could be considered somewhat of a success.
I parked at my friends house and began the short walk to the fair. Already I could tell it would be a zoo. Cars everywhere, people everywhere. I could smell the aura of desperation in the air. I could not help but have a smirk on my face...I figured I was in a better position than most of these people, but who knows. I must say, I was dressed as nice as anyone I saw; attires ranged from the properly suited (like myself) to the frumpy shirt and tie paired with wrinkled khakis look, to the "I must be a drug dealer, because I look like a yo" look. Alrighty then, moving right along...
I entered the facility and immediately I began to perspire. It was an absolute sh*tshow. Thousands of job hunters, wandering aimlessly between two separate gymnasiums. Thousands. You could barely walk. I quickly decided that finding all of the companies I "scouted out" would not be possible...I had to "go big or go home." Seeing as I wasn't super interested in a few of the companies I researched, this wouldn't be a big deal. I only selected a handful of companies to pretend as if I was doing my homework. My due diligence, if you will.
After attempting to walk around the upper gym, I said "F this" and headed to the lower gym, the larger of the two. I wandered amongst the masses, trying not to look at people, as many had the "where is the nearest skyscraper, bridge, noose etc" look on their face. I was determined to stay positive. I then entered the larger gym, determined to find my "numba 1 stunna". For those who don't speak hip hop, this means I was determined to find the executive recruiting firm. It may sound easy, but you could barely walk in the place, so finding anything provided a handsome challenge. As I walked very very slowly to the end of the first aisle I noticed a couple of nicely dressed gentleman who looked like they knew what they were doing. As I approached, I noticed the sign below their table. It was the firm I was looking for. One gentleman was unoccupied; the other gentleman had what looked like a line in front of him. I quickly skirted around the line and approached the unoccupied gentleman and began a conversation. I introduced myself, asking if I needed to wait in line to speak to him. Of course not, he replied. We then begain conversing, I explained my case a bit, and then he stated his. Or maybe vice versa. Bottom line, they place executives; higher end employees who have made good money; these type of employees who routinely waist time through traditional job search methods. (Translation: I think this describes myself...I have applied for 4 jobs over the past 2 weeks online and heard back from none of them). I always knew I would need to get a recruiter involved, just haven't found one yet.
The gentleman went on to say they do not accept just anyone for their services, in this market they must be selective. There are many more people that approach them than there are jobs available. Fine with me, I hold myself to a higher standard than most. He also explained that while the average job search can last 9-12 weeks, his firm guarantees placement within weeks. They do not go through Human Resources, they approach decision makers. I liked the way this chap was rappin. We exchanged business cards, he instructed me to call the office, and I was on my way.
I was satisfied with this exchange, however figured I would see what else was out there. As I continued to move amongst the crowds, I legitimately felt like I was part of a herd of cattle. A very large herd of cattle. What a nightmare. After attempting to visit other companies on my list, I decided to abort. I had achieved the primary goal of attending the event. Now time to head for the hills, as my armpits were becoming quite saturated. Or should I say, my shirt was becoming quite saturated from the moisture coming from my armpits.
I walked out the back door (because I know the layout of the place; I'm an insider) and walk past the enormous line at the door to get in. Luckily I didn't have to wait in that monstrosity! I cooly slipped my shades back on and continued the brisk walk back to my car. I saw a couple people I know (am I too old to call them "kids"?) and they asked how goes the proverbial battle. Crowded in there? Yes, that would be an understatement. One of these "kids" then told me I should apply to be a fireman. Not a bad idea, thanks, but don't think thats quite my cup of tea. Plus they haven't hired in a year. However, it is a noble profession.
I got back to my car and it took almost 10 minutes for me to back out of the driveway of my friend' house. At least it was over. And as I said, I'm glad I went. I achieved my goal, and got to take a firsthand look at the results of this economy. A bit scary. I felt bad for some people. I'm sure they have wives and children to support. Not me, thank God... and can't be feeling bad for myself now can I? Especially I after I chose to join this madness!
I got home, had some lunch, threw on the gym clothes, ready to get the daily workout in. But first, I picked up the phone, called the aforementioned firm, and scheduled an appointment for this upcoming Tuesday. Which is a step in the right direction. And I know I've said this before (to no avail yet) but I feel good about this one. And at least I have that going for me...
which, of course, is nice...
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Kharmic Exercise
As I have mentioned a couple times over the past couple months, I am a believer in the principles and theories of The Secret, the concept, book or movie, whichever you like best. The Secret states that if you truly believe in something, ask for it, put it out there, live like it has happened, and most importantly, again, truly think positive and believe, it will come true. Also similar is the Law of Attraction, which states (more or less) that if you are constantly thinking about something, that something will come true.
Why, you may ask, am I rambling about these concepts? Well, perhaps they actually work.
Now you may have picked up over the past few weeks that I have been rooting for the UNC Tarheels in the NCAA Men's Basketball Tournament. I put it out there (in writing, via this blog as well as picking them to win in my March Madness Bracket) and truly believed that they would prevail. Of course it wasn't that difficult because they beat opponents by an average of 20+ points over the course of the tournament, but I believed in them. Therefore, if anyone did not notice, North Carolina stomped Michigan State last night, which means I won my March Madness Bracket, taking home a decent chunk of change. Which is nice considering I have no income.
So what we will do today class is ask for certain things (all pertaining to me at this time in my life) and then believe in them. And by asking I mean, asking out loud, asking the powers of the universe, putting these positive thoughts out there...and we shall see what happens.
First and foremost, I am asking that I will soon find a career that will be both mentally and financially rewarding. We know the fields I have been looking at, medical sales and/or insurance wholesales. Now as soon as you read this say out loud, "Utley I believe you will find a rich, rewarding career in your chosen fields." Thank you. Remember, you must say it aloud!
Second (in no particular order) I almost ran over a nice young attractive girl at the parking lot at the gym earlier today. We exchanged a quick smile. Now, lets put it out there, "Utley, I believe you and this little minx will strike up a meaningful conversation at some point this week." I'm not asking for much here. Remember say it aloud, and you must believe!
Third, I will put a "shot out" to the kharmic gods regarding our beloved New England Sports Teams. "Utley, I believe the Red Sox, Celtics, and Patriots will take home their respective championships this season." We've gotta try, right?
Fourth, I am going to a job fair on Thursday...and yes I'll write about it after. "Utley, I believe something significantly positive will result from your attending this job fair on Thursday." Again, say it aloud and truly believe it.
Finally, although I haven't mentioned it yet, but I am taking a trip to the islands soon. I'll discuss it later, but, "Utley, I believe your trip to St. Croix will result in a positive, life altering, monumental happening." Say aloud and believe.
I will do the same. It's the power of positive thinking people. You will all be doing me a solid if you read these requests, say them aloud, putting these thoughts out there in the universe, and believe in them. 100% believe in them. I will be doing the same.
And...I'll get back to you on how these are going. Until then,
Why, you may ask, am I rambling about these concepts? Well, perhaps they actually work.
Now you may have picked up over the past few weeks that I have been rooting for the UNC Tarheels in the NCAA Men's Basketball Tournament. I put it out there (in writing, via this blog as well as picking them to win in my March Madness Bracket) and truly believed that they would prevail. Of course it wasn't that difficult because they beat opponents by an average of 20+ points over the course of the tournament, but I believed in them. Therefore, if anyone did not notice, North Carolina stomped Michigan State last night, which means I won my March Madness Bracket, taking home a decent chunk of change. Which is nice considering I have no income.
So what we will do today class is ask for certain things (all pertaining to me at this time in my life) and then believe in them. And by asking I mean, asking out loud, asking the powers of the universe, putting these positive thoughts out there...and we shall see what happens.
First and foremost, I am asking that I will soon find a career that will be both mentally and financially rewarding. We know the fields I have been looking at, medical sales and/or insurance wholesales. Now as soon as you read this say out loud, "Utley I believe you will find a rich, rewarding career in your chosen fields." Thank you. Remember, you must say it aloud!
Second (in no particular order) I almost ran over a nice young attractive girl at the parking lot at the gym earlier today. We exchanged a quick smile. Now, lets put it out there, "Utley, I believe you and this little minx will strike up a meaningful conversation at some point this week." I'm not asking for much here. Remember say it aloud, and you must believe!
Third, I will put a "shot out" to the kharmic gods regarding our beloved New England Sports Teams. "Utley, I believe the Red Sox, Celtics, and Patriots will take home their respective championships this season." We've gotta try, right?
Fourth, I am going to a job fair on Thursday...and yes I'll write about it after. "Utley, I believe something significantly positive will result from your attending this job fair on Thursday." Again, say it aloud and truly believe it.
Finally, although I haven't mentioned it yet, but I am taking a trip to the islands soon. I'll discuss it later, but, "Utley, I believe your trip to St. Croix will result in a positive, life altering, monumental happening." Say aloud and believe.
I will do the same. It's the power of positive thinking people. You will all be doing me a solid if you read these requests, say them aloud, putting these thoughts out there in the universe, and believe in them. 100% believe in them. I will be doing the same.
And...I'll get back to you on how these are going. Until then,
Friday, April 3, 2009
Friday Night Lights
Upon the request of one of my more consistent readers, last night I went back and re-read through the entire blog. I did this to make sure I was staying "true" to myself, as well as to see if I am staying somewhat aligned to the same goals as I started out with. When this thing started, the whole idea of being on sabbatical and writing a blog may have seemed like more of a romantic notion, while now, I am entering into the reality phase. Not to say the two "phases" cannot align, and believe me I am trying my best to do so, but as we travel further and further into this sabbatical, somethings gotta give.
One thing that has been a challenge, and one that I've had to overcome is the whole dream job theory. In the beginning I figured I'd travel a bit, clear the head, and something amazing would pop into my head. Needless to say, nothing has "jumped" out at me as a clear sign of what I should do with my life. There has been no "aha" moment for me. Yet. So I really can't just sit around and wait for some brilliant idea, God knows it may never come. As I was told a week or so ago, "You may not be able to find your dream job right away. You may have to find a job you like, and make it into your dream job." And truthfully I'm not sure what my dream job is. I mean, I like this writing thing, and I suppose I'd love to be a comedy writer for a sitcom or late night show or something, or possibly be an actor. I'm very influenced by the whole Judd Apatow, Seth Rogen movement, but sorry to say, I don't think that is a realistic goal, considering a lot of things...one being my location in the Granite State. Now I know, I could pack it up, move to Cali and start to live the dream, but I can't do that. Just can't.
So in an attempt to align the romantic and the realistic I have had to figure out what type of jobs are out there that I may like. That is all I can do. As much as I'd like to, I can't stay "On Sabbatical" forever...we must pay the bills! As much as that sucks. I wish I didn't have any overhead, but I sure as sh*t do. So, based on the career assessment I took a month or so ago, I have decided that the proper type of sales is right for me. One that revolves around relationship building, a product/service that I feel is needed, a social aspect (such as taking clients out to lunch, cocktails, etc;) Because I shine after a few cocktails, I really do. In a professional manner. Maybe thats wrong, but I like to socialize, so that needs to be incorporated into this next job. The goddamm career assessment says so. And the work environment needs to be social as well, or at least a positive, free thinking place to hang my hat. And I like nice things, I like to travel. I'm just not one of those people who can get by on greek soup and rub 2 pennies together to make a nickel...call me shallow, but thats not me. As much as I love skiing, golf and beach, how the f can I support those things I love without making a substantial amount of money? And I'm competitive. I am. I don't like to think of myself as conceded, but I think I can achieve more than most. I think I have more talent than most. I just need to find a way to channel that talent, which I have not done yet. As I told a former boss at Cintas one day when I was ready to take a long walk off a short pier, I don't think I've ever given 100% at anything. School or jobs that is. Now sports back in the day, I gave over 100%, which I believe is where my competitive edge comes from. I mean, at 13 I made the f'n Babe Ruth All World Series Team and set a national record for stolen bases. And I'd hate to think of those as my glory days...
So in order to pair all those thoughts I just rambled about, a career in Medical Sales I think will help me accomplish those things. And no its not the most glamorous of fields, but what the f is? Medicine/healthcare is a field that is certainly not going away, and with insurance money involved, I believe its a "lucrative" field. So thats where I'm going to look. And I know in yesterday's post I said I applied for a job that wanted ex-Cintas employees and I hated Cintas. Well, this is true, however Cintas is really an entry level gig, sales 101, and I can see why companies want these types of robots, er people.
I left there the first time back in '05, and really enjoyed the job I took at World Savings, as a mortgage wholesaler. My clients were brokers, who than put consumers in my loans. We had fun. I had great clients, we made good money, we ate, drank and were merry. I had a blast with my mgrs and coworkers. Everything was great, except the mortgage/real estate market f'n crashed. Beyond my control. So I went back to Cintas, because they offered a nice package, and the rest is history. Since then I feel I just been going through the motions, and f that I'm tired of it. Thats why I did this. I want to stop that. And part of me knows that many most of that is on me, that no matter what job I take its on me, not on the job. But the job does need to excite me, at least at first, during the "ramp up" phase. But I think after this break, mentally I will be in a better place. A place where I'm ready to strut my mf'ing stuff.
I apologize for rambling here. Actually, no I don't. This is a time of realization and brutal honesty, so thats what I'm going for here. I need to be brutally honest with myself, and I'm trying to be. A lot of the time I try to hide from reality, but at times you must embrace reality, take the bull by the mf'ing horns and get down to business. Not saying I am "getting down to business" but in identifying medical sales as a potential career, thats what I'm trying to do.
And I sincerely appreciate everyone's readership and feedback. It has been warmly welcomed. And something will happen from all of it. It will. I really do believe so. So stay tuned people. Something will happen. Keep spittin that advice, because I love all of it.
One day we will rule the universe! Divide and conquer!
On that note I'm out. Time to reflect on this sh*t over the weekend. And hopefully next week is a great one.
Go Tarheels.
One thing that has been a challenge, and one that I've had to overcome is the whole dream job theory. In the beginning I figured I'd travel a bit, clear the head, and something amazing would pop into my head. Needless to say, nothing has "jumped" out at me as a clear sign of what I should do with my life. There has been no "aha" moment for me. Yet. So I really can't just sit around and wait for some brilliant idea, God knows it may never come. As I was told a week or so ago, "You may not be able to find your dream job right away. You may have to find a job you like, and make it into your dream job." And truthfully I'm not sure what my dream job is. I mean, I like this writing thing, and I suppose I'd love to be a comedy writer for a sitcom or late night show or something, or possibly be an actor. I'm very influenced by the whole Judd Apatow, Seth Rogen movement, but sorry to say, I don't think that is a realistic goal, considering a lot of things...one being my location in the Granite State. Now I know, I could pack it up, move to Cali and start to live the dream, but I can't do that. Just can't.
So in an attempt to align the romantic and the realistic I have had to figure out what type of jobs are out there that I may like. That is all I can do. As much as I'd like to, I can't stay "On Sabbatical" forever...we must pay the bills! As much as that sucks. I wish I didn't have any overhead, but I sure as sh*t do. So, based on the career assessment I took a month or so ago, I have decided that the proper type of sales is right for me. One that revolves around relationship building, a product/service that I feel is needed, a social aspect (such as taking clients out to lunch, cocktails, etc;) Because I shine after a few cocktails, I really do. In a professional manner. Maybe thats wrong, but I like to socialize, so that needs to be incorporated into this next job. The goddamm career assessment says so. And the work environment needs to be social as well, or at least a positive, free thinking place to hang my hat. And I like nice things, I like to travel. I'm just not one of those people who can get by on greek soup and rub 2 pennies together to make a nickel...call me shallow, but thats not me. As much as I love skiing, golf and beach, how the f can I support those things I love without making a substantial amount of money? And I'm competitive. I am. I don't like to think of myself as conceded, but I think I can achieve more than most. I think I have more talent than most. I just need to find a way to channel that talent, which I have not done yet. As I told a former boss at Cintas one day when I was ready to take a long walk off a short pier, I don't think I've ever given 100% at anything. School or jobs that is. Now sports back in the day, I gave over 100%, which I believe is where my competitive edge comes from. I mean, at 13 I made the f'n Babe Ruth All World Series Team and set a national record for stolen bases. And I'd hate to think of those as my glory days...
So in order to pair all those thoughts I just rambled about, a career in Medical Sales I think will help me accomplish those things. And no its not the most glamorous of fields, but what the f is? Medicine/healthcare is a field that is certainly not going away, and with insurance money involved, I believe its a "lucrative" field. So thats where I'm going to look. And I know in yesterday's post I said I applied for a job that wanted ex-Cintas employees and I hated Cintas. Well, this is true, however Cintas is really an entry level gig, sales 101, and I can see why companies want these types of robots, er people.
I left there the first time back in '05, and really enjoyed the job I took at World Savings, as a mortgage wholesaler. My clients were brokers, who than put consumers in my loans. We had fun. I had great clients, we made good money, we ate, drank and were merry. I had a blast with my mgrs and coworkers. Everything was great, except the mortgage/real estate market f'n crashed. Beyond my control. So I went back to Cintas, because they offered a nice package, and the rest is history. Since then I feel I just been going through the motions, and f that I'm tired of it. Thats why I did this. I want to stop that. And part of me knows that many most of that is on me, that no matter what job I take its on me, not on the job. But the job does need to excite me, at least at first, during the "ramp up" phase. But I think after this break, mentally I will be in a better place. A place where I'm ready to strut my mf'ing stuff.
I apologize for rambling here. Actually, no I don't. This is a time of realization and brutal honesty, so thats what I'm going for here. I need to be brutally honest with myself, and I'm trying to be. A lot of the time I try to hide from reality, but at times you must embrace reality, take the bull by the mf'ing horns and get down to business. Not saying I am "getting down to business" but in identifying medical sales as a potential career, thats what I'm trying to do.
And I sincerely appreciate everyone's readership and feedback. It has been warmly welcomed. And something will happen from all of it. It will. I really do believe so. So stay tuned people. Something will happen. Keep spittin that advice, because I love all of it.
One day we will rule the universe! Divide and conquer!
On that note I'm out. Time to reflect on this sh*t over the weekend. And hopefully next week is a great one.
Go Tarheels.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Doggy Dog! You Need to Get Yourself a Jobby Job!
So I jump a ship in Hong Kong, make my way over to Tibet...oops sorry wrong story...
Applied for another job this week, was tipped onto it by a friend over the weekend. Found it on "Indeed", which apparently is a new super job search engine. Job description was sort of cryptic, however the pay was great and also it said "applicants with Cintas please apply for immediate consideration." Well, I've worked at Cintas twice, and this second time I was dying to leave. Have some decent credentials to show for it, but I'll probably leave out the part about me hating the job, or that the second time around half my team quit in the first 4 months of the first quarter. I'm sure I will have to "explain" the ol' resume a bit and the unemployed/4 jobs in 6+ years issue, but so be it. I was a a part of the worst real estate/mortgage meltdown in history, so that has to count for something, right? Bring it on, I am quite a charmer. Hopefully the interviewer will not be some HR ice queen type of woman. If so, I may need to mention I recently had a moustache...
Have not heard back from the two jobs I applied to last week, although only one of those was applied to seriously. I can now see how people who apply to a million jobs a day can get frustrated, but needless to say I am not one of those people! At least I'm trying not to be. I think the part that helps that is the fact that I'm not superurgent to get back to full time employment just yet. However I think I will have to find some way to get a little scratch in the pocket sometime soon. The substitute teacher thing is still an option, however I'm not dying to go do that, so that's probably a sign that its not the job for me. Perhaps I should bet my life savings on North Carolina this weekend in the Final Four? Gotta spend money to make money! Don't fear folks, I wouldn't do such a thing. Gambling while unemployed is something I'm not even stupid enough to do. On the other hand, if I was employed, look out, what a great time of year, March Madness. One Shining Moment!
So I patiently chip away at this so-called job search. I have located a medical sales recruiter via a LinkedIn contact, who I will email today, perhaps that will lead to something. Hopefully she will not be as much of an "asshat" as a friend so dearly put it, as the last recruiter I spoke to. And hopefully she won't encourage me to partake in any dishonest practices. I'm very ethical, by the way...
So in addition to full time gigs, I MAY start to look at jobs just for the summer, maybe something fun...if anyone has any ideas, feel free to contact me.
And I WILL be back with another gripping installment of "On Sabbatical" tomorrow, Friday, so we can all look forward to that! Until then, I offer up a quote I picked up while watching the movie "Notorious" earlier this week, a film chronicling the life of the late rapper Notorious B.I.G. A couple words have been changed to keep this clean and also not come off as a racist:
What don't break a man, make a man
ponder that one, and until next time, you stay classy...
Applied for another job this week, was tipped onto it by a friend over the weekend. Found it on "Indeed", which apparently is a new super job search engine. Job description was sort of cryptic, however the pay was great and also it said "applicants with Cintas please apply for immediate consideration." Well, I've worked at Cintas twice, and this second time I was dying to leave. Have some decent credentials to show for it, but I'll probably leave out the part about me hating the job, or that the second time around half my team quit in the first 4 months of the first quarter. I'm sure I will have to "explain" the ol' resume a bit and the unemployed/4 jobs in 6+ years issue, but so be it. I was a a part of the worst real estate/mortgage meltdown in history, so that has to count for something, right? Bring it on, I am quite a charmer. Hopefully the interviewer will not be some HR ice queen type of woman. If so, I may need to mention I recently had a moustache...
Have not heard back from the two jobs I applied to last week, although only one of those was applied to seriously. I can now see how people who apply to a million jobs a day can get frustrated, but needless to say I am not one of those people! At least I'm trying not to be. I think the part that helps that is the fact that I'm not superurgent to get back to full time employment just yet. However I think I will have to find some way to get a little scratch in the pocket sometime soon. The substitute teacher thing is still an option, however I'm not dying to go do that, so that's probably a sign that its not the job for me. Perhaps I should bet my life savings on North Carolina this weekend in the Final Four? Gotta spend money to make money! Don't fear folks, I wouldn't do such a thing. Gambling while unemployed is something I'm not even stupid enough to do. On the other hand, if I was employed, look out, what a great time of year, March Madness. One Shining Moment!
So I patiently chip away at this so-called job search. I have located a medical sales recruiter via a LinkedIn contact, who I will email today, perhaps that will lead to something. Hopefully she will not be as much of an "asshat" as a friend so dearly put it, as the last recruiter I spoke to. And hopefully she won't encourage me to partake in any dishonest practices. I'm very ethical, by the way...
So in addition to full time gigs, I MAY start to look at jobs just for the summer, maybe something fun...if anyone has any ideas, feel free to contact me.
And I WILL be back with another gripping installment of "On Sabbatical" tomorrow, Friday, so we can all look forward to that! Until then, I offer up a quote I picked up while watching the movie "Notorious" earlier this week, a film chronicling the life of the late rapper Notorious B.I.G. A couple words have been changed to keep this clean and also not come off as a racist:
What don't break a man, make a man
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
It's Midnight and I'm Not Famous Yet...
Happy Tuesday everyone! I tell ya, just couldn't make it to the computer yesterday...one of the advantages of being "On Sabbatical". Monday morning rolls around, its raining out, what the hell, I'll get up at the crack of 12:30. Yup, it was one of those weekends. A good weekend nonetheless, one in which I spent plenty of time speaking of this so-called blog I have immersed myself in. Of course, there have been haters, but for the most part, many people enjoy my blog and also I have gotten some pretty good feedback. After all, I created this monster to keep my brain working, keep my thoughts moving in the right direction, and also use this as a vehicle for everyone who cares to help me out and/or give advice during this period in my life. I'd say its almost working at this point!
So Friday evening I was spending time down at the local watering hole, when a friend came up and accused me of plagiarism, stemming from Friday's blog. Umm, point taken, however in order to qualify as plagiarism there must be over 25 readers, so f off. It's not plagiarism, its called paraphrasing. Big difference. I never got arrested in school for paraphrasing...
I did rock the don't-trust-ache all weekend, finally shaving it off Monday afternoon. Some of the comments I received over the weekend: older, creepy, child molester. On that note, figured it may be time to shave. However it did provide a good laugh to many over the past few days.
Saturday night I was approached by a young lady who recently began to read the blog. Not really sure of the extent of her reading, but anyway....she came up to me Saturday night while at another local establishment and said, "I read your blog. Its good, but its too long." Actually no, I think the problem is your brain may be too short. Hey don't read if you can't handle more than 3 consecutive sentences. Don't f with me.
After a "festive" couple days all I wanted to do was to relax on Sunday and watch a little NCAA hoops on the couch, however not possible...I had a fantasy baseball draft down in the melting pot of Massachusetts, Waltham. This was a great opportunity to catch up with some friends I see maybe once a year. To my surprise a handful or so of them have been following the blog, said they enjoyed it, and were encouraging others to follow along. That was nice. Everyone also got a kick out of my killer moustache...
So here I am, hurling myself back in front of the computer on this grayTuesday. I know everyone's psyched. And hopefully the job hunt, as well as the quality of my blogging, will gain a little momentum as the week passes...
Didn't want to write too much today and strain anyone's cerebellum...
And also, when I struggle to come up with a title for a blog, I simply use the title of an old Jimmy Buffett song, in case anyone was wondering...
So Friday evening I was spending time down at the local watering hole, when a friend came up and accused me of plagiarism, stemming from Friday's blog. Umm, point taken, however in order to qualify as plagiarism there must be over 25 readers, so f off. It's not plagiarism, its called paraphrasing. Big difference. I never got arrested in school for paraphrasing...
I did rock the don't-trust-ache all weekend, finally shaving it off Monday afternoon. Some of the comments I received over the weekend: older, creepy, child molester. On that note, figured it may be time to shave. However it did provide a good laugh to many over the past few days.
Saturday night I was approached by a young lady who recently began to read the blog. Not really sure of the extent of her reading, but anyway....she came up to me Saturday night while at another local establishment and said, "I read your blog. Its good, but its too long." Actually no, I think the problem is your brain may be too short. Hey don't read if you can't handle more than 3 consecutive sentences. Don't f with me.
After a "festive" couple days all I wanted to do was to relax on Sunday and watch a little NCAA hoops on the couch, however not possible...I had a fantasy baseball draft down in the melting pot of Massachusetts, Waltham. This was a great opportunity to catch up with some friends I see maybe once a year. To my surprise a handful or so of them have been following the blog, said they enjoyed it, and were encouraging others to follow along. That was nice. Everyone also got a kick out of my killer moustache...
So here I am, hurling myself back in front of the computer on this grayTuesday. I know everyone's psyched. And hopefully the job hunt, as well as the quality of my blogging, will gain a little momentum as the week passes...
Didn't want to write too much today and strain anyone's cerebellum...
And also, when I struggle to come up with a title for a blog, I simply use the title of an old Jimmy Buffett song, in case anyone was wondering...
Friday, March 27, 2009
Welcome to Hitsville!
So, as I mentioned earlier this week I attempted to take "baby steps" towards achieving the goal of this sabbatical: finding employment that I will enjoy, as well as put myself mentally in a place where that is possible. Many steps in that direction were taken this week. As I said the other day, I passed up a glorious day of skiing as well as shaved off the beard. But kept a moustache. Going through life with a moustache is quite amusing, I must say. You just have that look, that smirk on your face that says, "Yeah. I'm rocking a 'stache. Deal with it bitches." So if you see me in the near future, that is what I'm thinking at the moment.
Other highlights of the week:
I had fish for dinner twice this week. Tuesday I had a nice piece of sea bass, while last night I ate a nice piece of grilled salmon. Fish is brain food, as well as heart food. Baby steps.
I made it to the gym 5 days this week, something I think I may have only done once during this sabbatical, probably only once in my life. For those at home looking to mimic my tremendous athletic prowess, my routine is as follows: Monday and Wednesay-15 mins on elyptical machine, 2o mins weight training, 10 mins stretching, 20 mins in Sauna. The Sauna is the icing on the cake. Tues, Thurs-30 mins on elyptical machine, 25 mins weight training, 10 mins stretching, 20 mins in Sauna. Fri-30 mins on elyptical, 15 stretching, 15 Sauna. As Borat would say, "BooYaKasha!"
Adam Lambert absolutely killed it on American Idol Tuesday night with a "blazin, out-the-box" rendition of Smokey Robinson's "Tracks of My Tears." So blazin, in fact, Smokey just sat down from giving young Lambert a Standing-O. I have watched that performance 3 times. Please don't tell anyone.
I am in first place in my NCAA March Madness Pool. However, with Memphis losing last night like a bunch of cowards, it may not be for long.
And finally, I actually applied for 2 jobs. Absolutely monumental. The first, for a Director of Sales, for a company called Global Relief Technologies. A Director of Sales position may be a bit of a stretch, but I figured why not. Can't hurt. I've had enough sh*tty managers in my day to know what it takes to be a good one.
The second is a position that I feel is a bit more realistic, a medical sales rep with a company called Stryker. I know 2 people who work for Stryker, and seem to do well with it. So I applied for the position, which is in a division called Navigation, that apparently sells $4-500k machines to hospitals. People who do well will sell maybe 3 of those per year. I have a college friend down in the armpit of America, New Jersey, who does very well with Stryker and has given a recommendation to HR for me, as well as passed along my resume. As I said earlier in the week, I think the field of healthcare/medical devices is one which is not as affected by the "Great Depression" and is an area of general growth. Baby boomers will soon be oozing out of hospital windows if they aren't already. So, hey, it may not be the most glamorous of work, but I think it potentially pays well, doesn't revolve solely around cold-calling, and also has more daily tasks than simply "selling." Which is what I'm looking for, plus I kind of have an "in", with the two guys I know who already work there. So stay tuned for future news on this front...
Now if only a smokin hot, intelligent, personable, funny, skier chick who loves temporary moustaches would approach me over the weekend, we'd be in serious "bidness."
On that note, everyone have a safe, happy and healthy weekend...I now have been recruited to go help a friend move. He was very misleading in enlisting my help; I got a couple texts while at dinner last night asking if I was going to the bar this evening. I called back to say that I was, then he proceeded to ask for help this afternoon. But, hey, as Whitney Houston once said, "That's what friends are for." I scratch your back, you scratch mine and all that happy horsesh*t.
Until next time folks, I will leave you with a piece of advice I received this week, hopefully I don't f it up:
Other highlights of the week:
I had fish for dinner twice this week. Tuesday I had a nice piece of sea bass, while last night I ate a nice piece of grilled salmon. Fish is brain food, as well as heart food. Baby steps.
I made it to the gym 5 days this week, something I think I may have only done once during this sabbatical, probably only once in my life. For those at home looking to mimic my tremendous athletic prowess, my routine is as follows: Monday and Wednesay-15 mins on elyptical machine, 2o mins weight training, 10 mins stretching, 20 mins in Sauna. The Sauna is the icing on the cake. Tues, Thurs-30 mins on elyptical machine, 25 mins weight training, 10 mins stretching, 20 mins in Sauna. Fri-30 mins on elyptical, 15 stretching, 15 Sauna. As Borat would say, "BooYaKasha!"
Adam Lambert absolutely killed it on American Idol Tuesday night with a "blazin, out-the-box" rendition of Smokey Robinson's "Tracks of My Tears." So blazin, in fact, Smokey just sat down from giving young Lambert a Standing-O. I have watched that performance 3 times. Please don't tell anyone.
I am in first place in my NCAA March Madness Pool. However, with Memphis losing last night like a bunch of cowards, it may not be for long.
And finally, I actually applied for 2 jobs. Absolutely monumental. The first, for a Director of Sales, for a company called Global Relief Technologies. A Director of Sales position may be a bit of a stretch, but I figured why not. Can't hurt. I've had enough sh*tty managers in my day to know what it takes to be a good one.
The second is a position that I feel is a bit more realistic, a medical sales rep with a company called Stryker. I know 2 people who work for Stryker, and seem to do well with it. So I applied for the position, which is in a division called Navigation, that apparently sells $4-500k machines to hospitals. People who do well will sell maybe 3 of those per year. I have a college friend down in the armpit of America, New Jersey, who does very well with Stryker and has given a recommendation to HR for me, as well as passed along my resume. As I said earlier in the week, I think the field of healthcare/medical devices is one which is not as affected by the "Great Depression" and is an area of general growth. Baby boomers will soon be oozing out of hospital windows if they aren't already. So, hey, it may not be the most glamorous of work, but I think it potentially pays well, doesn't revolve solely around cold-calling, and also has more daily tasks than simply "selling." Which is what I'm looking for, plus I kind of have an "in", with the two guys I know who already work there. So stay tuned for future news on this front...
Now if only a smokin hot, intelligent, personable, funny, skier chick who loves temporary moustaches would approach me over the weekend, we'd be in serious "bidness."
On that note, everyone have a safe, happy and healthy weekend...I now have been recruited to go help a friend move. He was very misleading in enlisting my help; I got a couple texts while at dinner last night asking if I was going to the bar this evening. I called back to say that I was, then he proceeded to ask for help this afternoon. But, hey, as Whitney Houston once said, "That's what friends are for." I scratch your back, you scratch mine and all that happy horsesh*t.
Until next time folks, I will leave you with a piece of advice I received this week, hopefully I don't f it up:
It's who you know that will get you there; It's what you know that will keep you there...
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