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Exhausted, but loving it. — June 5, 2012

Exhausted, but loving it.

Over the last few months, I have been asked a couple of questions about 514,250 times:

  1. Will you please tell me about yourself?
  2. What do you like to do in your free time?

Frankly, I’ve had so many interviews lately that I am sick of talking about myself. But starting a new position this week, I’m making every effort to embrace the two-ears-one-mouth policy. As in, listen at least twice as much as you speak!

Supporting this attitude is the fact that I am, once again, working in an industry that is new to me. I am very happy, once again, to have an exciting challenge to learn and write about brand-new topics. When I was in B2B publishing, we used to say, “a good writer can write about anything,” and I really believe that’s true. It’s true with writing, marketing, and sales. My friend Jason says that the less a sales person understands what they are selling, the better they do. I disagree somewhat — I would say that it’s not about understanding, it’s about technique.

A sharp professional who has the technique can come to understand a new industry and it’s subtleties. But guess what … relying on all technique and no understanding is an ego-driven, naive, greedy, or just plain stupid move — that person will fail because he or she is egotistical, naive, greedy, or stupid. Thus, the two-ears-one-mouth policy!

What is happening in my brain during all this two-eared policy is interesting, exciting, and totally exhausting.

I. Love. It.

Protected: Seriously? — June 26, 2008

Protected: Seriously?

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Overheard at my office — April 29, 2008

Overheard at my office

Bill (to all): I’m gonna show you how coffee is done! I’m going to make coffee that will put hair on your feet!

Me: You know, I really need hair on my feet.

Bill: If you have hardwoods, it’s the best of both worlds.

Me: The look of hardwoods with the feel of carpet.

Protected: My psychic reading — April 20, 2008
Protected: I’m kickin’ it at my new work digs, yo. — April 17, 2008
Protected: Poke, poke! — July 25, 2007
God’s timing… — July 17, 2007

God’s timing…

For those of you following along at home, you may recall that my house is on the market and my job is retarded. I find myself strapped for cash, stressed out, and physically exhausted from picking up extra shifts to make ends meet. I’m job hunting (anything goes!) and maintaining a perfectly spotless home and continue to have almost no personal life to speak of. Whee!

A couple of weeks ago, my mom sent me an email that simply said: “Remember that God is working on a buyer & a new job for you at the same time. So, He has to line up the timing on this.”

Today I noticed that Peanut was not well. I called the vet, made an appointment, and took a deep breath before going into Pre-Freak mode. The loss of Chloe and Sophie and my sister’s dog Lilly having cancer sent me to the worst place mentally. I went from, “Huh. Peanut’s butt doesn’t look right” to “Ohmigod! Whatifshe’ssick! ACK!” in 60 seconds. While waiting for the vet appointment to come around, I had my own little conversation with God.

Sure, I know that faith is really only an issue when it’s tested. Who needs faith when everything’s fine? Also, I know that God’s timing is perfect. I don’t have “blind” faith; I know that I have to pull my weight to make things happen. But seriously? I told the Big Guy that if Peanut is really sick or even if treating her is really expensive, my head will explode. $100 that I don’t have later, Peanut is acting better than normal. (For anyone who knows her and her fear of non-carpeted surfaces, she voluntarily walked into the kitchen today for the first time in the 8 years that I’ve lived here.) I gave her medicine wrapped in a bit of provolone cheese, and I was actually worried that she wouldn’t like provolone. HAH! She sniffed out the rest of the slice I’d left on the kitchen counter! I’m relieved that Peanut will be fine. But I’ve been pushed just that much closer to my breaking point. I believe that God has perfect timing regarding my house and my career. I just need Him to factor in the timing for my head exploding, too.

Protected: “God’s timing…” — July 16, 2007
Protected: Random ranting — July 7, 2007
Protected: I go prepared to work… — June 16, 2007