I love my job search:
"Good afternoon,
Our records indicate that you have applied to the GAO Entry Level Analyst position, announcement number GAO-08-TEAMS-0347-02. You have been deemed minimally qualified, so your application is currently in the second face of the screening process. We expect for this second review to be complete by the last week in May. I will update you again on our progress when this process is complete."
And the wheel spins on.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Friday, April 04, 2008
I have had several exceedingly short careers. First was my computer science career. I went to one class, 50 minutes, and it became very clear that I was not going to program the next Mario Kart later that day. But more that I was going to do awful math problems for no particular reason and write boring codes. So much for that class.
My consulting career was even shorter lived. I never even made it to class. I went to one pre-class meeting. We talked, everybody threw out various pointless ideas to solve a problem that I didn't care about. We tried to be positive and animated (well, maybe they were and I tried.). Then it clicked. Consulting is all meetings! About nothing! And I hate meetings! I dropped that class like it was hot. And I am glad I did.
Currently I am in the business of making monumental decisions about my life. It should be exciting, but it's more just ghastly terrifying. At least I can rule out two careers: programmer and consultant. I can rule out some other ones too: buyer for "Limited Too" tween brand girls clothing. Yes, I do have an opportunity there. Bear Trap Tester is low on my list, as well as side walk shoveler.
Ironically, or perhaps not, it is becoming obvious that I cannot have my cake and eat it too. I am interested in working as a linguist in the Air Force. But one cannot be an officer linguist, one is either a enlisted linguist or an officer something else. And it seems that life is going to be composed of millions of choices that have no exactly right answer.
That's lame.
My consulting career was even shorter lived. I never even made it to class. I went to one pre-class meeting. We talked, everybody threw out various pointless ideas to solve a problem that I didn't care about. We tried to be positive and animated (well, maybe they were and I tried.). Then it clicked. Consulting is all meetings! About nothing! And I hate meetings! I dropped that class like it was hot. And I am glad I did.
Currently I am in the business of making monumental decisions about my life. It should be exciting, but it's more just ghastly terrifying. At least I can rule out two careers: programmer and consultant. I can rule out some other ones too: buyer for "Limited Too" tween brand girls clothing. Yes, I do have an opportunity there. Bear Trap Tester is low on my list, as well as side walk shoveler.
Ironically, or perhaps not, it is becoming obvious that I cannot have my cake and eat it too. I am interested in working as a linguist in the Air Force. But one cannot be an officer linguist, one is either a enlisted linguist or an officer something else. And it seems that life is going to be composed of millions of choices that have no exactly right answer.
That's lame.
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