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Name: Cassie
Birthday: 2/3/1980
Interests: coffee, random tidbits of information, my dog Bingley, the proper use of the semi-colon, poop jokes, air-conditioning
Expertise: All the good stuff that comes before the dreaded word--- "BUT..."
Occupation: Education/training
Industry: Entertainment
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AIM:  proverbdoll22
Member Since:
3/3/2003
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I graduated one year ago. Life outside of college is very different.
I
go to Starbucks about twice a month. I don't really know anyone there
and I usually go alone. It doesn't have quite the same appeal as it
did when it was the local watering hole.
As busy as my college
friends were, "grown-up" friends are different. They have husbands and
kids and jobs and 500 other things to prioritize. Just calling them up
for spontaneous coffee or lunch is not an option. Everything has to be
planned.
I continue to be amazed at the striking differences between men and boys. I find myself surrounded by men
(like, 30+) and a little unsure how to interact with them. They have
careers and savings accounts and mortgages. It's a little disorienting
after spending the last ten years surrounded by 20- year-olds. Dare I
say -- intimidating. Very
interesting terrain. At the same time, it's kind of interesting to see
some of the ways in which men are still such breakable little boys.
It's kind of cute, actually.
I miss having guy friends to just
hang out with, watch a movie, lean on when I get a little drowsy, and
exchange the occasional goofy pick-up line just for a good laugh at
ourselves. I've always had a lot of guy friends, but I now hesitate to
initiate any kind of anything
for fear that they'll misinterpret my movie invitation. The relational
lines are far more clearly drawn, which I appreciate, but sometimes
they just get on my nerves. I don't expect anyone to pay my way or
kiss me at the end of the night, I just appreciate a little
testosterone in my life every now and then. *sigh*
I have an
apartment application to fill out. I'm hoping to move around
July-August-ish, which is kind of exciting. I'm beginning to feel that
need to "keep up with the Joneses." As frugal as I've always attempted
to be, it seems that modesty is no longer an option. Suddenly, living
in the hood is no longer a viable option. DAV hand-me-downs, bean bag
chairs, and milk crates are no longer acceptable.
When I
finished school, I thought it was an end. I was supposed to jump into
my "vision" and that would be the it. I'm learning now that work is
not an end, but a means to an end. It's a way to make money so that I
can do what I want. This may sound pretty fundamental to some of you,
but it's been a bit of a revelation to me. I think I have been so
geared to ministry that I've kind of lost touch with the concept of
honoring God in the 8-5. My office job is every bit as glorifying to
Him as any job on the mission field. I'm not currently looking at
anything in ministry (beyond volunteer), and that's ok for now. It's just a positioning tool. Radical and revolutionary concept, I know...
So there...you really do learn something new everyday...
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| I'm starting a new job at Eli Lilly on Monday. I just want to thank all of those crazy ADD people who lived on Strattera. Without you, this wouldn't be possible.
:)
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| I have an interview Monday morning for a job in the Clinical Research Department at Eli Lilly Pharmaceuticals. They're the ones who created Prozac and Cymbalta and Strattera and all that good stuff. *sweats bullets* | | |
| Gosh, posting has been nonexistent lately. Fret not, my friends, I am alive and kicking.
I'm slowly getting settled back into Indianapolis. I'm working part-time at the Radisson, for anyone who might want to come visit, so I can get you a really cheap hotel. (*HINT*HINT*) I'm still looking for my real job--the grown-up, 9-5, medical dental life 401k, pays the bills outside of my parents house kind of job. I've had a few interviews but it seems like they've just been formalities to make the process look fair--ie: they've already had their person picked out beforehand. I'm hoping to hear about a couple of potential interviews in the next few days. The whole job search thing is really humbling for me. I had only ever had ONE interview that didn't result in a job offer, but now I've been through several. I've talked to a few people who are pretty up on the job search stuff and they all tell me that my resume is great and my skill assessments are off the charts and I have the experience and I'm an intelligent and articulate woman--there's just nothing happening. Is anyone else noticing the trend here?
I talked to a woman the other day about a job. She was trying to tell me the address of the office. She even pulled it up on Mapquest. When I asked her if it was on the east side of town, she said she didn't know. She attempted to cover by telling me it was right off of I-465 (which is just a loop that goes around the entire city, so it could have been anywhere). I thought, "Riiight...you can't read a map and I'm the one who can't get a job?"
Oy.
Still, I'm reminded of a situation I experienced almost 10 years ago where I was auditioned for my first choice music school three times, to no avail. My voice teacher actually called a colleague at the school to inquire as to why I wasn't getting accepted and the head of the department looked at my record and told her that everything in my file seemed up to par, nothing that should be hindering me. There was no one who could explain why I kept getting rejected. By the time I heard that I could probably petition the voice department for acceptance, I had decided to go to Teen Mania--thus ruining the rest of my life  Every major change, event, move, and relationship that I've had since that time can be traced back to that one decision that I wouldn't have made otherwise. When nothing made sense and it felt, to me, like the world was against me--when it didn't look like God was moving--He was.
I'm reminded that Boaz had already planted his fields before Ruth and Naomi even left Moab. The women thought they would surely die, gleaning for wheat in Boaz's fields lest they starve. And yet, God's quiet providence was already at work. When it looked like God wasn't moving--He already was.
Sneaky sneaky sneaky.
I'm encouraged by that.
So there ya go. I'm, alive, fed, bored out of my mind and craving socialization.
Somebody call me or something....
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| I've been out of Lynchburg for one week and one day. Now I'm in Vegas with the maternal unit, playing penny slot machines and touring casinos. Interesting change. I left Bingley with my brother, he's probably a nervous wreck (the dog, not my brother). I did see a great bumper sticker today. It said, "My Jack Russell is smarter than your honor student." Hahaha... The homesickness is kicking in. Not so much for Lynchburg, but for the people. I miss you all tremendously and I wish you were in Vegas to go cavorting around town and make good clean mischief. *sigh* *tear* So there... | | |
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