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Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Personal Assessment!
Ladies, the gloves have come off.
I underwent my first annual review today. It was.... hmmm.... what's the right way to say this? If I haven't already let you know - I have been working on this career for three months. Almost four. Hence the annual review was pro-rated.
Everything was rather rosy. I was told that my additions to the functionality and atmosphere of the office were noticeable, and were positive. The whole ordeal lasted about 5 minutes.
I thought it was a good amount of time. It's not like there's much to judge me on at this point. My current task is to learn as much as I can, as quick as I can. Sure, there are some 'don't do's' - but they're obvious. I suppose I'm just crossing my fingers that this time next year I'll have some actual achievable goals. Believe it or not, I do love goals.
Until then. For now, I'll keep on being that sponge.
I underwent my first annual review today. It was.... hmmm.... what's the right way to say this? If I haven't already let you know - I have been working on this career for three months. Almost four. Hence the annual review was pro-rated.
Everything was rather rosy. I was told that my additions to the functionality and atmosphere of the office were noticeable, and were positive. The whole ordeal lasted about 5 minutes.
I thought it was a good amount of time. It's not like there's much to judge me on at this point. My current task is to learn as much as I can, as quick as I can. Sure, there are some 'don't do's' - but they're obvious. I suppose I'm just crossing my fingers that this time next year I'll have some actual achievable goals. Believe it or not, I do love goals.
Until then. For now, I'll keep on being that sponge.
Monday, November 8, 2010
No Longer a Student, The Fresh-Faced Career Man has Arrived
Dear Readers,
It has been some time. I apologize for the momentous cliffhanger I left you on. Towards the end of my business school career, things got...well.... hairy. Hairy in a very 'omg I need sleep and want to die but this exam must not be failed' kind of way.
I wasn't a very pleasant person to be around. Writing to you then would have painted me in a light somewhat darker than my usual sheen. Therefor, I believe the hiatus was warranted.
However, as you may have surmised, I am back at it. This blog will now serve as a creative outlet for me, however uncreative it may seem. I will tell you, dear reader, about my life in the corporate world. I will offer myself up as an inspiration for you - while concurrently attempting to inspire myself. I will let you in on this incredibly important section of my life, so that you may become wiser through my experiences.
Man, that is such junk.
This is not altruistic. I am keeping this thing to keep my sanity in check. I didn't lie when I said that this would be a creative outlet for me. My life, from 8:30-5:30, is not creative. Not yet, anyways. This semi-anonymous forum for everyone and no one will have to suffice for now.
But the creativity hole in the middle of my day will not last - of this I am positive. This very morning I was thinking about how I would simply have to alter my perception of creativity.
Sure, acrylic paint can be creative when placed on a blank canvas. But just as acrylic paint can be creative, strategic risk analysis can be creative also. Identifying risk is difficult. You must often look at situations in many different ways in order to see each risk - to understand the possible outcomes. This needs creativity. It is not, however, what excites me about my current position. Risks can be identified by a monkey. Mitigating risk requires the brain of a higher animal.
Mitigating risk is exactly like painting a picture. It requires insight, gut feelings, and skill. It requires experience. It requires intelligence. It may even require passion.
... I'll let you know how my first work of art turns out.
It has been some time. I apologize for the momentous cliffhanger I left you on. Towards the end of my business school career, things got...well.... hairy. Hairy in a very 'omg I need sleep and want to die but this exam must not be failed' kind of way.
I wasn't a very pleasant person to be around. Writing to you then would have painted me in a light somewhat darker than my usual sheen. Therefor, I believe the hiatus was warranted.
However, as you may have surmised, I am back at it. This blog will now serve as a creative outlet for me, however uncreative it may seem. I will tell you, dear reader, about my life in the corporate world. I will offer myself up as an inspiration for you - while concurrently attempting to inspire myself. I will let you in on this incredibly important section of my life, so that you may become wiser through my experiences.
Man, that is such junk.
This is not altruistic. I am keeping this thing to keep my sanity in check. I didn't lie when I said that this would be a creative outlet for me. My life, from 8:30-5:30, is not creative. Not yet, anyways. This semi-anonymous forum for everyone and no one will have to suffice for now.
But the creativity hole in the middle of my day will not last - of this I am positive. This very morning I was thinking about how I would simply have to alter my perception of creativity.
Sure, acrylic paint can be creative when placed on a blank canvas. But just as acrylic paint can be creative, strategic risk analysis can be creative also. Identifying risk is difficult. You must often look at situations in many different ways in order to see each risk - to understand the possible outcomes. This needs creativity. It is not, however, what excites me about my current position. Risks can be identified by a monkey. Mitigating risk requires the brain of a higher animal.
Mitigating risk is exactly like painting a picture. It requires insight, gut feelings, and skill. It requires experience. It requires intelligence. It may even require passion.
... I'll let you know how my first work of art turns out.
Monday, March 2, 2009
It's official: Do or Die time is upon us.
I have less than 48 hours to prepare for the finance midterm.
For reasons still unknown to me, I am caring more about this class than any classes before it. It could be the prof. He makes fun of people for going to the bathroom, and has yelled at me for blowing bubblegum bubbles. He routinely calls people out for using cell phones during class, and makes me feel like a complete idiot when I answer his questions incorrectly.
I wonder: Do the other students admire a prof more when he takes, and gives, absolutely no bullshit in a class?
That, my friends, is the fastest way to my heart: call me out for being a fool. No lie.
But enough of that. I am writing here instead of feverishly cramming for this exam. That has to tell you something....
In other interesting news - I played net in a hockey tournament this weekend. It consisted of three games, basically back-to-back, and a shittonne of drinking. Considering the fact that, before last weekend, I had not played between the posts in over 5 years.... our three losses in a row could have been much worse.
HOWEVER. If a loose groin is a happy groin, mine is about to commit suicide.
"I take life by the fistfuls"
For reasons still unknown to me, I am caring more about this class than any classes before it. It could be the prof. He makes fun of people for going to the bathroom, and has yelled at me for blowing bubblegum bubbles. He routinely calls people out for using cell phones during class, and makes me feel like a complete idiot when I answer his questions incorrectly.
I wonder: Do the other students admire a prof more when he takes, and gives, absolutely no bullshit in a class?
That, my friends, is the fastest way to my heart: call me out for being a fool. No lie.
But enough of that. I am writing here instead of feverishly cramming for this exam. That has to tell you something....
In other interesting news - I played net in a hockey tournament this weekend. It consisted of three games, basically back-to-back, and a shittonne of drinking. Considering the fact that, before last weekend, I had not played between the posts in over 5 years.... our three losses in a row could have been much worse.
HOWEVER. If a loose groin is a happy groin, mine is about to commit suicide.
"I take life by the fistfuls"
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Did I let you down?
I tried to do my part for my school...
I ran for President of the Graduate Business Council.
I lost.
Because of Facebook.
Yes, I tried to give my all for my classmates, both current and incoming. I had a great platform. I had real, achievable goals that would improve everyone's time here. My competition was not as clear. Of the three of us, I was the only one that had experience with this type of work. One of the tow competitors was shipping overseas for the summer. The other candidate was down right hostile towards the school and virtually unknown to the student body.
Can you guess who won?
But here's the real dirty secret: I lost the position because a competitor complained about the most insignificant thing EVER, and I had votes taken away. It's interesting to think that the penalty actually represents the elections committee taking away somebody's voice.
You can disqualify me, but don't take away another students right to be heard.
Fucking Facebook...
I ran for President of the Graduate Business Council.
I lost.
Because of Facebook.
Yes, I tried to give my all for my classmates, both current and incoming. I had a great platform. I had real, achievable goals that would improve everyone's time here. My competition was not as clear. Of the three of us, I was the only one that had experience with this type of work. One of the tow competitors was shipping overseas for the summer. The other candidate was down right hostile towards the school and virtually unknown to the student body.
Can you guess who won?
But here's the real dirty secret: I lost the position because a competitor complained about the most insignificant thing EVER, and I had votes taken away. It's interesting to think that the penalty actually represents the elections committee taking away somebody's voice.
You can disqualify me, but don't take away another students right to be heard.
Fucking Facebook...
Monday, February 2, 2009
I am not a bear.
Trust Me.
I don't think I told you, but 8 of us have managed to pull together a pretty killer '601' group. I find this fact to be particularly fantastic because I will be spending a very, very large amount of time with these 8 people in the near future, and if I have only one request for next year, it's that I have no lame duck groups.
I hate lame ducks.
I don't think I told you, but 8 of us have managed to pull together a pretty killer '601' group. I find this fact to be particularly fantastic because I will be spending a very, very large amount of time with these 8 people in the near future, and if I have only one request for next year, it's that I have no lame duck groups.
I hate lame ducks.
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