I may be going on a mission trip to Taiwan in April. I don’t know yet. I turned in an application and was then given an in-person interview with the Head of Missions. He was very nice, very polite, but I can’t say if the interview went well or not. I did a lot of interviewing for jobs this past summer and I found that you never can tell.
No matter how friendly the person may be, you always feel like you’re on your back foot the whole time. Like you’re being judged no matter what. And you are. That’s what interviews are all about.
When they ask questions, I always get the feeling that they have an answer in mind and if you don’t get it right, they write you off then and there. This was a little different than a job interview. They are praying and asking God who should go on this trip so He’s in control but I still felt that there was a “right” answer. I answered everything honestly and to the best of my ability. I don’t know exactly what he was looking for but my answers were me.
I’m not the perfect Christian or missionary. I don’t know everything. I’m just me. If they take me, I want them to take me because I’m me, not because I told them the “right” answers at an interview. Take me because I have something to offer, because I’m unique.
If this sounds like an old refrain from me, it is. I’m 31 years old and I’m still asking people to take me as I am, not how I “should” be. After everything, I still want you to want me.
You are the most important people in this organization. The Headquarters and everyone who works there exist to serve you at all levels. You are not responsible for anything that is sent to Corporate Accounting. They will fix any mistakes and you should not worry about them. If something is wrong please feel free to reach out to Corporate Accounting with as nasty an email message as possible.
Dear Property Accountants,
You are the keepers of the company. You are special! You may make all the mistakes you like. You are not responsible for them or anything for that matter. Corporate Accounting’s sole purpose is to serve you and clean up all your messes. If they have the audacity to contradict this or complain about it, you are entitled to throw a hissy fit and remind them of how many hours you work and how special and important you are to this company.
Dear Accounts Payable,
You are data entry personnel only. You are not responsible for following up with the GMs, vendors, etc. You are not responsible for any mistakes that waste Corporate Accounting’s time. Likewise, you do not have to do your job until Corporate Accounting reminds you to do it. If Corporate Accounting makes claims to the contrary, please act nonchalant and remind them at you are “data entry.”
Notice to All Employees (!High Importance!)
Management is not responsible for anything. Please address any and all complaints to Kim Who Lives at Home in Corporate Accounting.
This might be a slight exaggeration but it’s been a rough week and somebody had to take the hit. Happy Weekend!
I’ve come to the realization that I’m not quite over what happened early in 2017 when I ended up leaving my last job. Please indulge me.
My last performance review:
Dear Kim Who Lives at Home,
You do your job reasonably well and are now 30 years old. However, we are still going to treat you like you are the 23 year old girl just out of college and are in no way as competent as everyone else in this firm despite evidence to the contrary. We are informing you that you are mean, have a bad attitude, and have hurt the very delicate feelings of a very privileged co-worker. We are oblivious to the fact that we are being manipulated by an over-grown teenager. Also, we in no way acknowledge all the hard work and dedication you have shown over the years and have saved your performance review to the end to emphasize the fact that you suck.
My resignation letter:
I hereby tender my resignation in response to my unfair and insulting performance review of a few weeks ago. I want to let you know that I put up with targeted bullying from your office manager for over seven years and was repeatedly ignored while you condoned her behavior. In addition, you gave preferential treatment to every employee besides myself by shunting work onto me and making unreasonable demands of me. I also endured a year where you hired someone to replace me and then left me to train her on work I should have been trained properly on myself. You then lied to me a few weeks ago when I confronted you about this past situation. It is for the aforementioned reasons that I am seeking employment elsewhere. I will make a special effort to roll over my 401K as quickly as possible so that your wealth care department will not benefit from the management fees it incurs.
Kim Who Lives at Home
I know, I know, I’m harboring a wee bit of resentment. I’m trying, okay? But Rome wasn’t built…yeah, you know how it goes.
I got the new Paula Hawkins novel, Into the Water, thanks to Book of the Month extras. Just like her debut, The Girl on the Train, I couldn’t put it down.
It’s a quick read and it looks longer than it is in hardback format. The type is large and the chapters are short. It moves back and forth between narrators with speed and skill. I’m normally not a fan of that but Ms. Hawkins does it really well. I do admit that it was a little confusing at first trying to place everyone into the narrative but I think that was part of the point. This book really makes you lose your bearings, very much like the characters.
I enjoyed the tight family drama and the suspense. It kept me reading and I’m sad it’s over. That’s what a good book should do. I definitely recommend Into the Water to lovers of grip-lit like myself but I also recommend it to anyone who likes a well-told story.
It’s been nearly a month since I left my job and it’s been both awesome and stressful. I keep going back and forth from “I’m so glad I left” to “Holy crap! Why’d I leave the comfort of a full-time job?”
After a recent church class I realized that my angst is tied up in identity. Who am I now? Who am I if I’m not Kim the tax accountant?
I’m Kim, Who Lives at Home. I’m Kim, the aspiring author. I’m Kim, who volunteers with kids. I’m Kim, who wants to work with kids. I have to remind myself of that everyday, sometimes several times a day.
I do have plans but I want to take it one week at a time. God has told me he wants me to spend more time in prayer and I’m making an effort. I realize that I have to be patient and wait for Him to tell me where to go next. The last thing I want is to screw this whole thing up. This time is a gift from God and I’m not going to squander it.
Having seen the series, I’m not sure why I wanted to read the book, Piper Kerman’s memior, Orange is the New Black, about her time spent in a Federal women’s prison. I suppose I wanted the real story. To say the Netflix series takes liberties is an understatement. I enjoyed the first two seasons but all the backstories in the third became a bit tiresome.
I thoroughly enjoyed Kerman’s writing and you can tell this wasn’t ghost written. That’s something I always appreciate. She did her time in Danbury, Connecticut and she writes about it with surprising affection, though going to prison was a traumatic experience for her, as it would be for anyone. Prison is degrading and humiliating but she writes about the women she met there with love and grace, giving them back some of the dignity the institution took away. She also writes about the importance of having people in your life on the outside who make life worth living. The letters, the visits, the books, all kept Piper going through a horrible experience. That’s a lesson we can all learn without spending any time in the clink.
Overall, this was an enjoyable read. In fact, I really enjoyed comparing it to the series and turning each page to see what crazy, funny, horrible, or happy thing was going to happen next. I would recommend it if you’re a big fan of memoir like me.
I just made a mind-blowing connection. Writing blog posts is so much like writing reflections in my high school psychology class. Okay, it’s not that mind-blowing but I did just realize it. I’m pretty sure Coach R wasn’t trying to teach us about blogging because, let’s face it, Coach was already in his sixties and this was 2005. I was hardly even aware of blogging myself at the time. We wrote these “reflections” to share with the class. It was supposed to just be your observations or things you’re thinking about, which is what most blogging is when you get down to it. At least that’s what my blog is.
Coach R is one of my all-time favorite teachers. I took AP American History, AP European History, and Psychology with him. He was a round, not-too-tall guy with silver hair and a matching mustache. I usually despise the “lone stache,” but Coach pulled it off. He loved teaching so much he came out of retirement to take a position at my high school. He wasn’t your normal history teacher. He did the lectures and the tests and tried to prepare us for the AP exams, but he did a lot more than that. I learned more about history listening to Coach’s stories about growing up on a Southern mill hill in the 50’s and 60’s than a lecture about the Roman Empire. He told us about being a kid and getting electricity for the first time in his grandmother’s mill house. He talked about the bawdy women who did snuff and spit it all over the floor of the mill. He reminisced about hanging soda cans in a mesh bag out the window of his dorm room in the winter because they didn’t have mini-fridges. He told us where he was when he heard the news of Martin Luther King’s assassination.
Coach was a banjo player in a local bluegrass band and the last full class before exams in December and May, he would bring his instruments and spend the time playing us songs and teaching us about the instruments. How many kids learn about the cultural history of the dulcimer in their AP History classes?
I had many great teachers and learned some awesome life lessons from them. I learned that the real lessons are the ones you find outside the curriculum. I learned not to take myself too seriously from Mr. C, my drama teacher. I learned to share my creativity from Mr. H, my Computer Tech teacher. I learned how to manage stress from Ms. K, my AP English teacher. I learned there are compassionate people in the world from the other Coach R, my Physics teacher.
And, even though he could only type with his index fingers, I learned blogging from Coach R. That man who loved teaching but loved learning, observing, and reflecting even more. And taught some of us to love it too.
... the musings of a BARELY thirty-something, married, Southern librarian with a wildly inappropriate sense of humor, an inability to gauge most emotional cues, a dear best friend since ninth grade, and a stubborn, mouthy, redheaded country boy to accompany her through life.