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This one is actually extra fascinating to me, seeing as how I'm job hunting these days.  I saw it on [personal profile] resolute's journal first. 

Go to www.careercruising.com.
Put in Username: nycareers - Password: landmark
Take the 'Career Matchmaker' questions at the upper left corner
Post your top ten/twenty/whatever makes you happy.

I find it highly amusing that my chosen career is nowhere on here.

Senior Meme

Sep. 8th, 2007 01:35 am
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[livejournal.com profile] resolute started this one!

Senior Year Meme

Fill this out about your SENIOR year of high school! The longer ago it was, the more fun the answers will be. For some highly variable and ill-defined value of "fun."

First, there needs to be a clarification of my "senior year".  I didn't attend a high school for my senior year.  Minnesota had a program known as PSEO that allowed a student to take college classes at no cost if they were qualified.  Bethel College (now Bethel University) was pleased to accept me as a full-time student.  This did mean that I officially graduated from a high school which I never attended.  Prior to taking classes at Bethel, I had been at a small private high school.  The PSEO program worked by accessing the funding given to the public school for the student.  Thus, I had to attend a public school.


1. Who was your best friend?
Looking back, Pete and John.  It seems odd that such a thoroughly femme girl as I was then had two guys for her best friends, but that's what happened.

2.What sports did you play?
Senior year, I wasn't playing any sports.  I'd already done the knee in.

3. What kind of car did you drive?
I drove either the brown 1985 full-size van or the car semi-affectionately known as either the "Metallic Pee" or the "Chernobyl Car."  It was a 1978 Ford Fairmont, purchased at a government surplus auction.  It didn't have power anything and an AM radio.  Pete used to get frustrated and reach over and pull the wheel when I was trying to perform a tight turn.

4. It's Friday night, where were you?
Hanging out with Pete, John, and some other kids from youth group.  We usually ended up watching a movie at someone's house.

5. Were you a party animal?
I'd have fallen over dead if I'd been to a party where one could be an animal.  I was a good girl!

6. Were you considered a flirt?
Honestly, I have no idea.  I certainly have no memory of anyone stating that I was a flirt. It was not a goal of mine.

7. Were you in band, orchestra, or choir?
I played in the handbell choir and sang in the Women's Singers at Bethel. I was also taking piano lessons.

8. Were you a nerd?
Let's see ... I was a high school senior functioning as a full-time college freshman/sophomore.  Goodness yes!

9. Did you get suspended/expelled?
Are you kidding?  I was the perfect child, and I worked damned hard to be so.

10. Can you sing the fight song?
Not for either school.  I can't even remember the song for the school for which I was a cheerleader.

11. Who were your favorite teachers?
My Spanish professor, Lori Swanson, and one of my history teachers. 

12. Where did you sit during lunch?
I usually had lunch in my office.  I was a TA for the freshman College Writing course, so I actually had a little table in the tiny office shared by the two professors who taught the course.

13.What was your school's full name?
The high school? Robbinsdale Senior High School.  The college?  Bethel College.

14. School mascot?
No clue for either of them.

15. Did you go to Prom?
No, although we did have a "Spring Formal Dinner" at church.  The church I grew up in did not hold with dancing, and at Bethel, you had to sign a lifestyle statement promising that you would not dance while a student at Bethel.  

16. If you could go back and do it over, would you?
No, that wasn't an easy year in many ways. It had profound effects on who I am today, but I really would not want to be there again.

17. What do you remember most about graduation?
The high school did multiple valedictorians and salutatorians, and I qualified as a salutatorian.  I was a bit bitter about that, as the valedictorians had all received weighted grades (5.0 on a 4.0 scale) for their AP classes.  I was taking full-blown college courses and got no weighting of my grades at all.  When my name was announced, there was almost total silence.  I could mostly hear people saying "who?" and then my grandmother screaming my name.

18. What was your fave class?
Economics.  It was very hard, but I studied like crazy and aced the class.  Sadly, a career in econ involved a great deal more math than I thought I was capable of.

19. Where were you on senior skip day?
At home, since Bethel's classes were already done.

20. Did you have a job your senior year?
I was a TA for the freshman college writing class.  It was a lot of fun, if a bit terrifying.  I remember feeling desperately important and terrified when my prof was ill and left a message that I would have to take the class.  Here I was 17 and standing in front of an entire classroom of students older than I, as their teacher. Also, it is because of this job that I can still do MLA-style citations with almost no recourse to a stylebook.  

21. Where did you go most often for lunch?
The grill on campus.  They did a fabulous grilled cheese with ham or turkey on texas toast.  Mmmmm texas toast.

22. Have you gained weight since then?
Oh my yes.

23. What did you do after graduation?
That night? I went home with my family and we had ice cream cake and took pictures.  My mom was desperately disappointed I didn't go to the senior party.  I failed to see why I wanted to go to an all-night party at the Medina Ballroom with 600 people I didn't know.  I knew all of three people in my graduating class.

24. When did you graduate?
1991

25. Who was your Senior prom date?
Dewey came down for the Spring Formal Dinner.

26. Are you going to your 10 year reunion?
No.  I'm not invited to the reunion I'd like to go to because I didn't actually graduate from that school.  As I knew all of three people in my graduating class (and I'm still in touch with two of them), there is absolutely no point.

27. How often did you skip school?
I took great delight in my ability to just not go to class.  I always went to campus, unless I was sick.  There were classes I just didn't bother to go to, however. 

28. What was your favorite thing to eat at lunch?
The grilled cheese with turkey or ham and swiss cheese on texas toast.

29. Who was your boy/girlfriend?
I was dating Dewey for all of my senior year.  He was almost four years older than me.  He was the rebound guy (after the first disastrous attempt to date Pete, my best friend).  Sadly, I did things rather thoroughly.  Thus, I spent much of my senior year planning my wedding to Dewey.  It is a measure of my stupidity and stubbornness that we continued to date after I graduated.  Two days before my graduation party, a mutual friend called me to say that he couldn't keep quiet any longer.  He let me know that Dewey was seeing some other girl up north and was even sleeping with her.  I was flabbergasted.

30. What was your favorite memory your senior year?
My mom threw a surprise party for my 18th birthday.  My birthday is December 20, so actual birthday parties have been rare things, usually hurriedly thrown together.  My 16th birthday had involved me getting home after 11 pm after a basketball game, having a piece of pie, and opening my gift of towels.  (They were really nice towels - I'm still using one of them.)  My mom felt bad about that, so she threw me a surprise party.  I was told that the youth group was getting together at the church to do some prep for Christmas.  I was VERY startled when I walked in the door and discovered the party.

31. Did you like how you looked in your senior picture?
It's probably my favorite photograph ever taken of me.

32. Who will repost this after you?
Good heavens, I have no idea.  Maybe [livejournal.com profile] shylabrat?

33. How have you changed since high school?
Radically.  I am no longer a heterosexual, extremely conservative Christian, highly sheltered girl.  I can see tiny seeds of who I became, but I would have never imagined my life as it is today.  I'd have honestly been horrified.

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[personal profile] lthomas987 and I are both fine, as is [profile] mmpantsless.  I think everyone in our immediate circle is okay.
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Today is the day that LT and I declared to be our anniversary many years ago. There's an adorable story that goes with why we chose today, but I won't inflict up on you, my poor few readers. We've been together for 15 years now. This makes me very, very happy.
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If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want -- good or bad. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.
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I decided to play along with the interview meme that's going around.


Here's the rules:
1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
2.I will respond by asking you five personal questions so I can get to know you better. If I already know you well, expect the questions may be a little more intimate!
3. You will update your lj with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

First up, the questions from [livejournal.com profile] cjdoyle
Politely behind the cut )

Next up, the questions from [livejournal.com profile] laffingbuddha
And the next set ... )

And last but not least, questions from [livejournal.com profile] amblypygid.
And finally ... )

These are fun!
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Does anyone remember the four questions meme that was running around about a year ago? I wanted to use it for our agency newsletter (which it is part of my job to make "dynamic"). I sent the questions to an agent, but as part of the new email retention thing, they took my archives away and haven't given them back yet, darn it! I've tried flipping through a few journals, but I think it pre-dates tags.

Many thanks!
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How to know that I'm frustrated and feeling overwhelmed at work? I'm actually posting in my LJ! Right now, I'm currently trying to do my full-time job and do the customer service work of 7 agents. Gee, I wonder why I feel like I'm slowly going mad? My new manager is a very nice guy, but I really didn't think about how this was going to work. Instead of getting someone who could take some of this workload off me, I got someone else to train. Correction -- I'm really not worrying very much about my remaining problem agent, and the other problem child quit. Which leaves me doing all of his work and untangling all the crap he screwed up. I'm feeling very jaded about my job right now. It will pass, I'm sure, but right now I'm having a very hard time coming up with reasons to come to work beyond, "I have to." I don't even have the possibility of any reasonably fun projects until February. I'm beginning to really hope that things move faster than I originally wanted in terms of moving into a more training-focused position.

On the good side of things, Mort's knee is healing beautifully. Much better than the last surgery -- I'm so glad we switched vets! He is becoming very difficult to handle as he has plenty of energy and doesn't see why he shouldn't do whatever he wants.
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For those of you who haven't heard, I was a great big dumbass yesterday. I slipped and fell in the shower and broke the humerus in my right arm. It's an oblique break, which is good and bad. I don't have to have surgery, but I do have a brace/cast and sling for the next 8-12 weeks. After that, lots and lots of PT. I'm still in a fair amount of pain, although not as bad as before the brace. They have given me the good drugs, at least. Typing with one hand is really annoying on an ergonomic keyboard, so I'll stop now. Prayers and healing vibes are much appreciated.
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Work just got a WHOLE lot more interesting. My boss is leaving at the end of the month to move back to Colorado and become an agent again. Which leaves me effectively in charge of the office, but without the manager's pay or authority. We've got two new agents starting on Monday, which is going to make it really interesting. She thinks it will likely be September before they get us a new manager, so it's going to be a VERY interesting summer. As my boss keeps reminding me, I am not the manager, and I should not try to do the whole job. But, it isn't fair to the new agents to strand them without the proper training to really make a go at this business. So, I'll be doing the best I can to get them properly trained and through all the right schools, etc. It's pretty scary, because my boss and I work so well together that she's just handed over parts to me, and I just let her do her thing. This means I don't know as much as I would like to about some things I'll be responsible for.

Should be an interesting summer!
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Well, my life may be getting more interesting around the office quite shortly here. We've got a problem agent, let's call her Chickypoo. She's an employee agent who honestly doesn't believe she's an employee or that she needs to listen to the agency manager at all. She whines and complains and demands rules exceptions because she had one really big sale last October. She's pissed at me because I wrote my auto and renter's insurance with a different agent and didn't refer a friend to her.

There are 5 agents in our office and hopefully soon there will be more. Three of them have offices at the far end of the office which are closer to the back door than my desk. Understandably, they tend to use that door when they come and go. However, this has made it increasingly difficult to keep track of who is in and who is out. Additionally, I've got enough going on that I just plain forget on a regular basis. This makes dealing with clients a bit difficult.

To solve this problem we bought a in/out board that hangs near my desk. It is a quick, easy, visual check for me. I sent an email yesterday that asked that all the agents please be sure to mark themselves in or out. If they wanted to call me, I'd be happy to move the magnet, but I did emphasize that if they didn't get me, it was going to be their responsibility to mark themselves in or out. Quite frankly, in response to Chickypoo, I also emphasized that I was going to be relying on the status board. If you didn't bother to mark yourself as in, I would be telling your clients that you weren't in.

I'm not sure when Chickypoo arrived this morning, but I realized she was in at some point. Before lunch, I got a phone call for her from the home office; the caller was about to leave the offfice for the day and was concerned that she needed to talk with Chickypoo. As usual, Chickypoo left her "Do Not Disturb" signal on her phone, so I couldn't transfer the call through. I headed back to her office. I knocked on the door, stuck my head in, and casually mentioned that I'd marked her as in. She absolutely exploded at me, very upset that I'd done this. She was literally yelling at me that this in/out this was ridiculous, it was insulting, she didn't work for me, and she wasn't going to use it! Rather stunned, I tried to explain that it wasn't that she worked for me, but I needed to know when agents were in or out so I could deal with clients appropriately. She continued shrieking at me that this was stupid, she wasn't going to do it, she didn't have to, she wasn't going to do it. Backing up a bit, I said something about well, then she'd have to always be out then. Her response was along the lines of fine, whatever, still at a very raised voice. I then explained that I had this call for her, and the caller was leaving the office and very concerned to reach Chickypoo. However, Chickypoo's DND was on, so I couldn't give her the call. I honestly thought she was going to break the phone by the way she mashed at it to turn the darn thing off.

I went to lunch eventually, and when I got back, my manager was in the hall talking to another agent. We were walking back to the front together when I learned that Chickypoo had gone off on my manager about the in/out board. Not only had she shrieked again, she actually told our manager to "f*ck off". We headed back to my managers office so I could tell her what had happened with Chickypoo while my manager was gone. I went back to work.

A few minutes later, I heard Chickypoo shrieking from clear across the office.  There was an amazing amount of anger and fear in her voice, and I heard her say "get out of my office!"  Very concerned for my manager's safety at this point, I headed back that way to see if I needed to be of assistance.  My manager and I are quite frankly convinced that she's having a nervous breakdown.  

Sheesh, what a day.

ARGGGGH

Mar. 21st, 2006 09:11 am
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LJ password changed and that's all I'm saying on this subject.
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Baaa ... couldn't resist this one, as it's actually pretty interesting.

The Five Love Languages

My primary love language is probably
Physical Touch
with a secondary love language being
Quality Time.

Complete set of results

Physical Touch: 11
Quality Time: 8
Acts of Service: 5
Words of Affirmation: 5
Receiving Gifts: 1


Information

Unhappiness in relationships, according to Dr. Gary Chapman, is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. Sometimes we don't understand our partner's requirements, or even our own. We all have a "love tank" that needs to be filled in order for us to express love to others, but there are different means by which our tank can be filled, and there are different ways that we can express love to others.

Take the quiz
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I am a great big geek. I just spent most of an hour figuring exactly what I'm baking for Christmas, and then creating a spreadsheet to add up what ingredients I need. Damn, I do a LOT of baking at Christmas. I need 15 pounds of flour, 7 pounds of sugar, 3 pounds of brown sugar, 6 pounds of butter, and a list of other ingredients more than a page long. I didn't think I was doing THAT much baking ....

Which reminds me, I need start menu planning and making a schedule for Thanksgiving. Do all of you, my friends, have somewhere to go for Thanksgiving? I can't promise that we have room for everyone, but I'd love to have people over. You can save me from spending a holiday with my mother, and without adorable children to make it tolerable!

Must make schedule for Thanksgiving ... the first Thanksgiving we lived up here, I did a full Thanksgiving dinner at my house all by myself. LT had to go to Ohio. I panicked, because I'm NOT good at doing entire meals, much less something as complicated as a full Thanksgiving dinner. I had a 4-day, 3 page schedule.

Birthday!

Oct. 27th, 2005 11:42 am
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Happy birthday, [livejournal.com profile] buccaneer!

Baaaaa!

Oct. 18th, 2005 01:53 pm
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I'm really in a posting & meme mood today! I swiped this from [livejournal.com profile] petsnakereggie. It's a survey of people who actually bother to read my nearly non-existent journal. :)

Who the heck are you?
How do I know you?
How did you find my journal?
What is your favorite movie?
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Well, I'm a meme sheep (and apparently in a posting mood!). I swiped this from [livejournal.com profile] jklumpp. If you are reading this, leave one memory of you and I together! It doesn't matter if I know you a little or a lot, anything you remember! Next, post this in your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you.
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I hate drama. I go to great lengths to avoid causing it or participating in it. Sometimes, this makes my life more difficult. I'd love to talk/write/post about something where an actual conversation could result. However, I can't figure out how to do it without creating drama. I could probably create a filter here, but somehow, that smacks of drama anyways. There are days when I'm awfully tempted to abandon the moral high ground and perception as a grown-up.
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Okay, this *really* wasn't what I was expecting ...

62% Scientific Intuition/47% Emotional Intuition.

Intuition Test

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