Tuesday, May 24, 2005

First Day

Well, my first day at my "real job" was a bit overwhelming. I have been given the task of creating a booklet of standards... and then "fixing" about 15 projects to fit the standards. Oh yeah, I have to look over the shoulders of the other two draftspeople, and make sure they adhere to the standards on thier present projects. Whew .

Thursday, May 19, 2005

Woo Hoo!!!!!!

I got a job! I'm going to be training to operate CNC (Computer Numerical Control) Machines. Basically, I'll take other people's designs and program the machines to cut them. Fun stuff!!!!

Here's the company website, if you're curious: http://www.schillcorp.com/

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

The Longest Mile

Here I am, beginning the wait for my phone to ring. Boy I hope that they don't wait until the end of their day to call. I don't think I will be able to take it!

I'll add to this post as soon as I hear!

I do not officially have the job. I still have to hear from the owner, but my direct supervisor told me that he chose me for the job!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So heck yeah! I have to wait until tomorrow for the official offer, but the hard part is over. Now I get to wow them :)

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

Employment Status

Well, today will probably be the LONGEST day of my life. Tomorrow, I will find out if I got a job in my field. For anyone who doesn't know, I have been struggling to find ANY job since November. I am one of the three top candidates for a CAD position ("or multiple positions" as the company's owner said a few different times in my second interview.) So today, I get to sit and try not to be pessimistic about it. I go back and forth about it: one minute I think, " well, I am a woman, so there's a plus: affirmative action," and the next, I think, "I applied for so many jobs, and for some reason nobody wants to hire me."
The thing about affirmative action in this instance is that I am a woman fighting my way into a male-dominated field. How many women do you know who are automotive parts designers? In school, there were 3 of us in the entire program. (Which gave me great motivation to be the best: better than all the men at "their own game"!)
I will post tomorrow when I know for sure. Be sure to come back!

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

Daddy's little girl

I am daddy's little girl. It doesn't matter that I'm old enough to have my own children, I'm still my daddy's little girl. That means different things to different people. To me, it means that there is a special bond between my dad and me. We're a lot alike. My dad is VP of Engineering at his company... after a little soul searching (ok, a lot of searching), I went to college to study Engineering (the design aspect anyway). We both joined an academic fraternity in college... I think it's cool to work on cars... Neither one of us can stand to be around a bunch of women for an extended amount of time without male reinforcements... I like going to car races and loud cars...

Being a daddy's girl, most importantly, means that I need my dad's support in all I do. I want him to be proud of me. Looking back at the past 27 years (ok, the past 20), I'm amazed at the stunts I pulled. And I am learning what it means to love unconditionally. This is something that I have never experienced outside of my own family, and didn't know was possible until I met my Bill. I know that my family was a bit shocked about my divorce and my remarriage to Bill. But I think that they might understand now. I was terrified to tell my dad about Bill (I think that I may be the first divorce in the family). But sometimes you have to admit that you made a bad decision, and that I did. Dad and I didn't speak much for a few months before I finally sucked it up and told him: and that killed me, not talking to him. Thank you, dad for being understanding about everything, and for accepting Bill with open arms. You have no idea how happy that made me. I love you, daddy.

Monday, May 02, 2005

Waking up

Have you ever woken up in a decent mood, only to walk out of the bedroom to find a huge mess to clean? This morning, I realized what my laziness over the weekend has amounted to: my apartment is a wreck, and it has put me in a terrible mood.

There is garbage ALL over the kitchen, the sink was full of dirty dishes, the stove was a mess... my husband's dirty clothes EVERYWHERE... It's a beautiful, sunny day outside, and this place looks like a tornado hit it. I know that if I would just ignore the voice in my head and hurry up and clean, I would feel better. But man, I just don't know where to start. I guess I'll start at the computer desk and work my way back to the bedroom. Why can't I have a maid? And why is it that if someone knows that there is someone else who will clean up after them, they don't clean up after themselves?