The same old scenario, the same old rain. And there's no explosions here.

So I went on a job interview a week ago Tuesday and I was very nervous because I really wanted the job. I actually got there about 45 minutes early, so I left and went to get food. Then I thought, if I get food, I‘d need to run home to brush my teeth. I don’t want to go into the interview with food in my teeth! Fortunately, this place is very close to home, one of the many reasons I wanted this job and essentially, I picked something up on the way home to brush my teeth!

I returned in half an hour, teeth clean, and walked into the building, which is in this massive complex of buildings, all connected by underground tunnels so people don’t need to go out in the summer Houston heat. In the tunnels are shops and restaurants and it was then that I realized I could’ve eaten there and bought a toothbrush, or some floss. Anyway, I went upstairs to the main floor and walked into the office. I spoke with the receptionist who let me know I was to go to the 16th floor and meet interviewer #1 (I-1).

I-1 was a very nice lady in her late 40’s who had been with the company 19 years and loved every minute of it. She told me how much she enjoys working for her boss and many other positive things about the company. I can only describe the vibe I was getting as very positive! We chatted about my work history, why I need to leave my current job, why I moved to Houston and numerous other things and by the end of my 30 minutes with her, I was so at ease, I forgot all about being nervous.

I-2 came in a few moments later and I’d already had a phone interview with her where we had hit it off, so this was very laid back for me. We went into a little more detail about the job description, but overall, it was more a half-hour of BS’ing than anything else.

I-3 came in and was the person I really needed to impress. He is the attorney I’d be assisting, so he went on about his expectations of what he is looking for and talked about what it is that he does. He then asked numerous detailed questions about my current and former jobs, which I thought I answered very well. We talked about my restaurant management experience and what I liked and disliked about it, why I left that, my current situation, including the “below my intelligence level” issues and where I want my career to go from here.

Overall, I could not have been happier with my interview and I thought that I had a strong lead on most of the candidates because I knew the HR person as well. I was able to talk with him last Sunday, he told me that I impressed everyone I spoke with, that I had I-1 wrapped around my finger, and that I-3 was very high on me as well. I thought I was golden.

On Wednesday, I was told that I interviewed too well, I was considered over-qualified and that they hired someone else. Last year when I was looking for a job, I was under-qualified for everything and now, all of a sudden after one year, I’m over-qualified? I was pretty mad for the reasoning, but I had no issue with the people I spoke with. In fact, I-3 mentioned he was going to pass my resume on to other departments in case they needed someone as qualified as I was, so I guessed some good came out of it, just not how I expected it to.

So on I go with my job search and in the meantime, I’ve turned in my goals to my boss and I expect he’ll want to discuss them with me this week. That’s about when I plan to hit him up for a raise, since I think I may be there a while.

We don't need no ed-u-ca-tion

I just got a good laugh at the expense of some people who have far more education than I. The Human Resources Manager and Office Manager came to my office to ask me how to set up the computer and projector in the conference room for an attorney meeting. I quickly replied that they turn on like every other computer in this office and the projector works just like a TV. The response I got was, "Could you show us how to do it?" So, grudgingly, and while rolling my eyes, I got up from my chair and went to the conference room. I leaned over, pushed the button on the front of the computer and said, "See?" Then I grabbed the remote, which was sitting right next to the projector, and sarcastically asked, "See this little green button labeled 'On'?"

Remember when I mentioned how this job is below my level of intelligence? Apparently that is not the case for everyone here in this office!

They're laid to rest before they know just what to do. Their souls are lost because they could never find what's this life for?

I am not an introspective person. I rarely think about who I am. I live thinking, rather dreaming, about the bigger things. Is there a god? Is there life on other planets? Is there anybody out there just like me? What is death like? What does real, physical pain feel like? I think about that one because the worst pain I’ve ever had is when I severely pulled my groin muscle while playing hockey. When I say severely, I mean that I also broke a bunch of blood vessels in my leg, which caused a lot of blood to seep into the muscle; which caused a lot of black, blue, purple, then eventually yellow and green colors to form on the entire inside of my left leg; which also caused so much swelling, my leg was stretching the leg opening in my boxers and fit snugly into my jeans. To me, that’s the only pain I’ve even known, but what does it feel like to break a bone? To be concussed? Or sprain an ankle? Ok, so this is not where I intended this post to go, so I’ll stop with the pain section!

Anyway, the reason I’m talking about not being an introspective person is due to my boss calling me in for a little chat on Tuesday. He stated that while I do very good work on assignments with specific due dates, anything that is left open-ended seems to stay unfinished. I told him that I understood what he was saying, but I also explained that when I have those types of projects, anything else that comes up with a deadline, tends to be the priority and the other ones just keep getting pushed back. I don’t need assistance in finishing these projects; I just need other things to not come up, as they tend to do.

He went on to say that it is in my best interest to finish these projects because it reflects better on me that I am completing things and when bonuses roll around at the end of the year, it will show in mine.

What he asked me to do was come up with a list of 5 goals that I have for myself, to provide motivation for completing these tasks and for them to see what drives me and how they can help. This is where I have the problem of not being introspective. Sure, I know what I want; it’s pretty basic I think. It isn’t anything that most people don’t want. A house, a better car, a companion, a family, to travel, to have friends that truly know you, to retire comfortably, to take care of your parents when they're older are the big ones I can think of. Who doesn’t want at least one of those things?

The bigger question, I suppose, is what drives me to get those things? Is it in this office? Is it in this city? I have always had a hard time defining myself and this question has truly tested my thoughts.

I know this for sure: I came up with 2 lists so far and I am working on a third. The first list is all of my short-term goals. Finish school, find a job in my field, take a great vacation (I’m thinking the 2010 Vancouver Olympics!), buy a car, and pay off my debt. The second list is long-term goals: find a companion, start a family, buy a house, travel regularly and build a life and live it. The third list is all of those in between things that are important to me, drive me to be a better person and will make a difference in not only who I am, but the people around me as well. These are items like, be a great friend who can be counted on, be active in my community to make changes for the better of our society, donate money or time to charities that I think are worthy (Alzheimer’s and heart disease), be a good dad (when that time comes).

After writing these things down, I began to wonder which were more important? I mean, without finishing school and finding a job in my field, I suppose none of the others are likely possibilities. However, is it more important to be a great friend or to travel regularly? The questions I’ve been asking myself for the past 40 hours or so are: What is the most important thing in our lives? Everything is inter-related, but which one should take the priority and why? I’m at an impasse. I could give him the easy answers and see what he has to say, but inside, I know there are so many more questions that I need to answer for myself that I think I’d be cheating if I gave him those. What to do?

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