Why here...Why now?

I was recently challenged by a good friend of mine to create this blog. He felt it time I stepped into the good of blogging. Knowing my challenger's character and his interest in my success, I understood why he challenged me. See, last year while working full-time I acquired my undergrad degree in Professional Communications. Like many others, though, I'm currently coasting my way through a stagnant job market.

I believe the nature of my friend's challenge was for me to explore other outlets of self discovery and avoid waiting for a job offer to validate my academic achievements, talent, and worth. He's encouraging me to utilize my training, niche, and experience to explore new ways of showcasing who I am.

Special Friend, if you're reading this. I get it. Thank you for believing in me and challenging me to be better. Let's Go!

Facing the Blog Challenge: My Truth

Meeting Misery Exposed

9:50 a.m.

I'm sitting in a team meeting at work.  

Our agenda is to discuss our agency’s presence at an upcoming city career fair-held on a Friday I might add. I work for an agency that brings community-wide programming such as workforce development initiatives, adult education, and youth services.

Have you ever been in a meeting and you feel like the street view you see out the window with the passing cars is more interesting then the meeting you’re in? This morning, I sit in a meeting I'll describe as “nails on a chalkboard.” I’m daydreaming. Looking out the window wondering where the people in the passing cars are going. Are they going to their jobs? If so, are they happy there? Do they feel fulfilled?

I’m jealous. It’s not fair. The passing drivers have the freedom of the road right now while I’m being tortured in this meeting. Wait a minute…what just happened? At this very moment, I’m asked to come up with suggestions to an event I was just forced to attend. Hold on. Can I think about Your decision for a moment? Where is the justice? Personally, I was looking forward to having a Friday of peace and quiet in the office.

Initially, all but three of the staff was scheduled to attend. I wasn't one of them. Now, because my colleague just announced she’ll be heading out of town the morning of the event and can't go- I have to take her place.

To make matters worse. Our boss is talking to us as though we’re all children. But looking around the table, there’s no one younger than 39 years old. I think the oldest is 72 years old. Yes, 72. Every other question she asks our blank faced group is, “Are you all following me?” Then, a few thoughts more, she asks, “Do you understand?”