<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793641829510680275</id><updated>2011-08-02T22:46:43.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Post - Grad</title><subtitle type='html'>life after college</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingupstr8.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793641829510680275/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingupstr8.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Erika Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584675959212649267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793641829510680275.post-2568834256730911885</id><published>2010-01-08T08:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T08:31:10.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year, A New Attitude</title><content type='html'>Well, it's a new year.  I made so many resolutions I can't even remember them all but they all relate to one another so hopefully it won't be too difficult.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've decided that this will be a year of action.&lt;/span&gt;  If you know me, you're probably wondering what year of my life ISN'T a year of action? Which, by the way, is a very good question, however, by "action" I'm getting at a different concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean action in the sense of just expending energy by doing something.  I mean action in the sense of initiating a solid means to a uncertain end.  I don't know how my life will turn out, I actually like it better NOT knowing (for one can never know anyway...).  However, I do know that wherever I end up, I want to be healthy, happy, and wholesome.  So by "action" I mean this is a year where I will be forcefully and passionately pursuing what I want with nothing held back.  I owe myself that much after five and a half years in college.  Life doesn't stop there, in fact, it's where it begins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, health encompasses a broad range of areas.  It ties into who I associate with, what I eat, what I do with my free time, how I feel about others and how I choose to act on those feelings, what I put out there into the atmosphere (am I a grumpy person or positive), and more.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to really start being what I say and saying that I do and doing what I think and living how I feel (figure that out!). &lt;/span&gt; There's nothing wrong with knowing you're worth something and showing up to take it, and that's exactly what I'm going to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make a post later about those shaky resolutions I made... Until then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Erika Alana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793641829510680275-2568834256730911885?l=sittingupstr8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingupstr8.blogspot.com/feeds/2568834256730911885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sittingupstr8.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-new-attitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793641829510680275/posts/default/2568834256730911885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793641829510680275/posts/default/2568834256730911885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingupstr8.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-new-attitude.html' title='A New Year, A New Attitude'/><author><name>Erika Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584675959212649267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793641829510680275.post-5469779478418614674</id><published>2010-01-08T07:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T08:00:32.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The last 6 months of my life in a nutshell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;A lot has happened since I've posted in here consistently.  My job search took me from August till late November with little, if any success.  I did receive an offer through an internship I completed, but it wouldn't start for a while and I needed something a little more permanent.  However, it was the ONLY thing I had going for a long time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; "The market is rough" is an understatement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt; I tell people I applied to 90+ positions (which is actually true) and only received 3 interviews over the course of 5 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;  Three!  I actually applied within my field, and as far outside of my field as Reception, Social Services, and Human Resources with no luck of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Finally, I got lucky when I scored an interview with a major company.  It was a long hiring process but I finally got hired, YES, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;I got hired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;.  And it's a wonderful job too, it's in my field, with a company whose values are everything I value.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perseverance works. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I graduated with over a 3.0 but not by much. A 3.08, but it was hard working, coming from a college education laden with ups and downs.  When I think back to my first year (and how crappy I did), I can't help but be in shock.  But I guess anything can happen when you put your mind to it, I'm really starting to believe that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;My semester GPA was 3.45, just .05 short of Dean's List.  Maybe I shouldn't have skipped so many classes, haha.  Seriously though, one of those six classes received a grade far higher than even I anticipated...which means I actually did better than expected.  So I guess it was all meant to be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Now I'm graduated (POST GRAD), employed, and excited for the future.  It's like I want everything to happen now, now, now and I need to learn how to slow down.  I don't know whats coming, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm loving life after college&lt;/span&gt;...I can't wait to see what's next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793641829510680275-5469779478418614674?l=sittingupstr8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingupstr8.blogspot.com/feeds/5469779478418614674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sittingupstr8.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-6-months-of-my-life-in-nutshell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793641829510680275/posts/default/5469779478418614674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793641829510680275/posts/default/5469779478418614674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingupstr8.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-6-months-of-my-life-in-nutshell.html' title='The last 6 months of my life in a nutshell'/><author><name>Erika Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584675959212649267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793641829510680275.post-2836623870091926921</id><published>2009-12-16T09:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T09:49:52.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>As I posted on &lt;a href="http://quincunxd.wordpress.com"&gt;my other blog&lt;/a&gt;, I've been incredibly busy and unable to commit to anything BUT completing my education. But now that I've done thaaaat (yay graduation!!) I think this blog deserves a new name.  I'm working between "Post-Grad" and "Life after College".  If I think of something more creative, and hopefully I can, I'll change it to that.  So don't be surprised if you check back to see this blog has an entirely different name, layout, and attitude.  The most rigid and unforgiving part of my life is over and I'm ready to get down and finally enjoy what I do best.  Winging it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I return,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erika Alana &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793641829510680275-2836623870091926921?l=sittingupstr8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingupstr8.blogspot.com/feeds/2836623870091926921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sittingupstr8.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793641829510680275/posts/default/2836623870091926921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793641829510680275/posts/default/2836623870091926921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingupstr8.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Erika Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584675959212649267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793641829510680275.post-3861613695534618080</id><published>2009-10-19T09:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T10:20:26.774-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Senioritis and the Graduate School Debate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I wish I had a harmonica for the college blues I've got.  A harmonica or a guitar would be nice, but I guess a Dunkin Donuts coffee will suf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;fice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I have senioritis and it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaCRAEynNeA/Stxwr5j4ttI/AAAAAAAAACM/SEl2ze2w2Lw/s1600-h/senioritis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 319px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaCRAEynNeA/Stxwr5j4ttI/AAAAAAAAACM/SEl2ze2w2Lw/s320/senioritis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394310353171035858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;'s very bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;.  I've had senioritis since I was a sophomore (circa 2005).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;That's 4 years of itchy, restless, career-focused impatience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  Now that I've finally come to home stretch, I feel absolutely overcome by this disease.  I find myself tossing textbooks into the black hole of my bedroom closet, kicking my feet up, and fondling for a remote I haven't seen in months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;All I want to do is nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  I'm tired of school, I mean I'll always be an eternal student at heart, much like my father, but I need a br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;eak. I want to get my toes wet, I want to brave the big, bad world out there and take it by storm, and fight for my life.  Like a baby bird itching to fly, that is me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all my peers are the same.  I hear Traveler's this, United Health Care that, Aetna this, Stanley Group that.  At least I heard these things.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Now the chatter has changed to University of __(enter name here)_ instead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;of _(enter random major CT business)_&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  It seems a lot of people are beginning to gravitate to graduate school over diving into the jobless market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I can understand this, indeed, it is frustrating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I've been applying everywhere and getting shot down like a mosquito at a picnic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  However,  I have to ask, is this the best path to take right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's saying when you get out you'll have a degree and capability to get some highly paid position you couldn't get without advancing your education anyway.  I feel that's true to an extent, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;what about experience?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I've always been an advocate for this.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I've grown up amongst people who know far more than any textbook can teach me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;, I've learned from and been raised by people whose knowledge has come from life, not a piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaCRAEynNeA/StxxleVq7xI/AAAAAAAAACU/HOAsmHAPiT4/s1600-h/91112673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaCRAEynNeA/StxxleVq7xI/AAAAAAAAACU/HOAsmHAPiT4/s320/91112673.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394311342296067858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'm not saying a degree can't realistically advance your marketability because of course it can.  That w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;uld be like saying Christmas doesn't fall in December all the time.  All I'm saying is that I feel a lot of people are missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt; the point.  If a job says "2-3 years experience" that doesn't mean "2-3 years" studying hypothetical subject matter.  That means 2-3 years of hands on, live, in the field experience.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Nothing can substitute for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I struggle to find a job that will pay for my basic necessities, I considered graduate school right away, but quickly backed out.  I want to give real life a chance, see what it can teach me before deciding to hit the books again.  Maybe it's because I've been cranking at this Bachelor's non-stop for almost 6 years now. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Maybe I just need a chance to wing it, regardless, I feel I should give myself the opportunity to figure it out along the way,  don't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793641829510680275-3861613695534618080?l=sittingupstr8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingupstr8.blogspot.com/feeds/3861613695534618080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sittingupstr8.blogspot.com/2009/10/senioritis-and-graduate-school-debate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793641829510680275/posts/default/3861613695534618080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793641829510680275/posts/default/3861613695534618080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingupstr8.blogspot.com/2009/10/senioritis-and-graduate-school-debate.html' title='Senioritis and the Graduate School Debate'/><author><name>Erika Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584675959212649267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaCRAEynNeA/Stxwr5j4ttI/AAAAAAAAACM/SEl2ze2w2Lw/s72-c/senioritis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793641829510680275.post-3744878898310443741</id><published>2009-09-18T20:31:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T21:11:44.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Value-   Do you have it?</title><content type='html'>There's a lot of talk going around at my school, and it's all about jobs.  Most of my friends have had the unfortunate luck of graduating within the past year.  The market for new grads between May 2008 and May 2009 has been littered with post-grad casualties-  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;drunk with new freedom&lt;/span&gt;, yet&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; jobless and camping out in their parents basements&lt;/span&gt;.  Needless to say,  this struggle has been daunting for ALL of us.   I think the question we have to ask ourselves is: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;How can we better use our resources to survive life after grad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat in class today and pondered this, long and hard.   &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;What resources do I have that companies want?&lt;/span&gt;  And that's when it came to me.  I need to understand the importance of value.   I know this is beginning to sound like a business class to all my fellow marketing majors out there but hear me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First,  you have to understand the difference between a job and a career.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;What is a job?&lt;/span&gt;  It's something you get when you need money, right?  It doesn't really matter what industry or task is involved as long as you have the necessary skills and the will to show up.  Generally,  when we talk about job, it tends to be a "short-term" ideal, despite how long you may keep it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A career is a little different.  I would define career more as an investment.  When you look for a job, you're looking anywhere that pays money (within reason).  When you look to begin a career, you look for jobs that are tailored to your goals, skills, and interests.  It usually entails two or more "jobs", &amp;amp; actually on average, it's about &lt;a href="http://www.bls.gov/news.release/tenure.nr0.htm"&gt; five or six&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of how long it takes you,  realizing not only your own value but what you value can determine whether you sink or swim when you dive into the market.   It sounds cheesy, but if it's helping me, then it's gotta help someone else, right?   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Write down your strengths, likes, dislikes, favorite things about yourself and everything else, goals, dreams, hopes, and aspirations&lt;/span&gt;.  Pay attention to those recurring themes because those are going to be what makes up the meat and potatoes of your "resources".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you have that down,  sit down and think about what industries or types of companies would benefit from a person like you.  Be as objective as possible, and really do your research, you might be surprised at what you find!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's be honest, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;everyone can't work everywhere&lt;/span&gt;.  There are just some areas we aren't meant to mesh with (for me it's tobacco, bleh).   Once you come to accept that, your skies will become a little bit clearer, the road a bit smoother, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;you should have happy(er) post-grad travels&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793641829510680275-3744878898310443741?l=sittingupstr8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingupstr8.blogspot.com/feeds/3744878898310443741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sittingupstr8.blogspot.com/2009/09/value-do-you-have-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793641829510680275/posts/default/3744878898310443741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793641829510680275/posts/default/3744878898310443741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingupstr8.blogspot.com/2009/09/value-do-you-have-it.html' title='Value-   Do you have it?'/><author><name>Erika Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584675959212649267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793641829510680275.post-8227681863502025634</id><published>2009-09-18T10:01:00.021-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T20:13:29.658-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dipping your hands in eight jars at once</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's a new day. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I lied.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; I didn't get back to you the same day, so sue me.  I'm a busy woman.  A lot has changed since August 13th.  That was a sad day, but perhaps it'd be sadder had I not been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;HIRED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; by the company I did my internship with! (YAY) I know.  It's pretty cool.  It reassured me that the adage &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;hard work pays off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;" may actually carry some weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Speaking of weight,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I lost some more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  I'm at the lowest I've been in 2 years.  Doesn't sound like much, but if you know about my&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0390521/"&gt;eating habits&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, you'd give me a plaque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Josh came and went, taking what little of a summer we had with him.  It was fun though, it's always lovely when he visits!  I was promoted to Supervisor at the Student Technology Center (DOUBLE YAY).  I had an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.courant.com/news/opinion/editorials/hc-gore-learns-hartford.art.artsep02,0,3111552.story"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;article&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; published in The Hartford Courant that game me some unexpected 15 seconds of fame for a little while. I formed great contacts, beefed up my resume, and now I'm just beginning to apply for jobs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ehttp://www.courant.com/news/opinion/editorials/hc-gore-learns-hartford.art.artsep02,0,3111552.story%3C/a%3E"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Generally, things are on the up. I have a smorgasbord of classes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Six to be exact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.  How will I handle it?  I'll keep you posted.  Why so many?  I got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=43pkqeamXe8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;a little distracted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my first year of college.  I ended up spending the remaining &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0283111/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;4 and 1/2 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; making up for it.  It was very, very hard work.  And most of the time,  I was praying that the next year would be the year I graduate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn't follow the 4 year plan. &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=7793641829510680275&amp;amp;postID=8227681863502025634"&gt;&lt;ahref="&gt;&lt;/ahref="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theguardianonline.com/2.9312/students-take-more-than-four-years-to-graduate-with-bachelor-s-degree-1.1248302"&gt;But I don't think anyone does&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.  Looking back,  I prefer the route I took, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;4+ majors, 5+ years, 5 million courses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;, over a straight and narrow education.  I can school a biology major in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;10 seconds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; about the approximate gestation period of a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cdc.gov/H1N1FLU/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; new virus strain's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;staycation in the human body.  I can debate with an Astronomy major over the true properties of dark matter and its influence on the space-time continuum.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Point: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  I may not have a specialization,  but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;the ability to hold my own in any conversation with any person, regardless of topic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt; is a skill I value more highly than others.   It's not only helped me in my chosen field (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Public Relations/Marketing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;), but it's also equipped me with life skills I wouldn't have developed on my own.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;have you ever had a conversation with someone who only knows/cares about one or two topics?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  It's more painful than the apocalypse.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793641829510680275-8227681863502025634?l=sittingupstr8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingupstr8.blogspot.com/feeds/8227681863502025634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sittingupstr8.blogspot.com/2009/09/dipping-your-hands-in-eight-jars-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793641829510680275/posts/default/8227681863502025634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793641829510680275/posts/default/8227681863502025634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingupstr8.blogspot.com/2009/09/dipping-your-hands-in-eight-jars-at.html' title='Dipping your hands in eight jars at once'/><author><name>Erika Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584675959212649267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793641829510680275.post-7325732427695016787</id><published>2009-09-17T11:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T11:25:14.207-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Smokes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Geez Louise&lt;/span&gt;!  I haven't posted in here in a month. Time flies when you're having fun.  And BOY! Have I been having fun!   Oodles and oodles of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;job-hunting, networking, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;senioritis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;infected fun&lt;/span&gt;.  I'll fill you all in soon enough, but  I have crazy weeks jam-packed of work and a bunch of other stuff I should pay more attention to (we all have stuff like that, though).  I'll be back later in the day to share the good news!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793641829510680275-7325732427695016787?l=sittingupstr8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingupstr8.blogspot.com/feeds/7325732427695016787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sittingupstr8.blogspot.com/2009/09/holy-smokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793641829510680275/posts/default/7325732427695016787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793641829510680275/posts/default/7325732427695016787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingupstr8.blogspot.com/2009/09/holy-smokes.html' title='Holy Smokes!'/><author><name>Erika Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584675959212649267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793641829510680275.post-6253698397035280546</id><published>2009-08-13T11:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T15:38:04.174-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Salutations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I forgot to add that today is my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; official&lt;/span&gt; last day at my internship.  I will keep thee posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE&lt;br /&gt;______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I packed up all my things (probably a total of 10 items) and hauled my stuff out of the Wads for the last time.  It was pretty sad, and I usually don't get that upset, especially when leaving a place of employment so that alone tells me this place has changed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved my summer there, there were definitely hard times...but most of the time, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it was a wonderful experience&lt;/span&gt;. I can only hope in the job searches ahead, I find something even remotely close to the museum in 1) enjoyability 2) coolness 3) all around awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And so the search continues....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793641829510680275-6253698397035280546?l=sittingupstr8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingupstr8.blogspot.com/feeds/6253698397035280546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sittingupstr8.blogspot.com/2009/08/salutations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793641829510680275/posts/default/6253698397035280546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793641829510680275/posts/default/6253698397035280546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingupstr8.blogspot.com/2009/08/salutations.html' title='Salutations'/><author><name>Erika Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584675959212649267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793641829510680275.post-2450205141772453885</id><published>2009-08-13T11:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T20:21:08.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And the truth is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what feels like a million days of endless stress and terrifying soul searches,  I finally realized my true potential and how I can use it to define my life.  Say what?   I know what I like!  Finally,  or at least I think I know.  Can we ever really be sure of these things?  People are in constant flux, constant change...even when they're the most change-resistant, stubborn creatures on earth, they ARE changing-  they just don't know it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My infinite amount of indecisiveness has lead me to a pool that I believe is warm enough to dip my toes in.  The pool of business development.   "Why that pool?" you ask, "Why not music, or finance, or something cool like monkey handling?"   Because it comes naturally.  See, I've been trying to find the one skill I have that trumps all other skills.  The one natural talent that supercedes all talents and is the flavor that seasons my directionless life. Wanna know what it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a visionary.   Oh god, what do I mean by that?  Well let's start with defining it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Entry: visionary&lt;br /&gt;Function: noun&lt;br /&gt;Inflected Form(s): plural visionar·ies&lt;br /&gt;Date: 1702&lt;br /&gt;1 : &lt;em&gt;one whose ideas or projects are impractical&lt;/em&gt; : &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/dreamer"&gt;dreamer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 : one who sees &lt;a class="formulaic" href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/visions"&gt;visions&lt;/a&gt; : &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/seer"&gt;seer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 : &lt;strong&gt;one having unusual foresight and imagination &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't sound good, does it?  Well hold your horses.   I've noticed, that with anything I pursue:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;work, projects, papers, friendships, relationships, shoes, hairstyles.&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they are all largely impractical to the common man.  &lt;/span&gt; I rely on my overdeveloped, highly overactive imagination to steer me through everything I encounter in life.  It's as if any given situation, let's call it X has a constant factor...and that constant factor (imagination)  is Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt; (random things in my life) +&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Y&lt;/span&gt; (imagination) = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;...  it's pretty clear that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Z&lt;/span&gt; (outcome) will always be a construct of some combination of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; (imagination) expounding upon &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt; (random occurrence)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a talent of mine.  It is a natural talent. I overblow anything I touch.  My suggestions are far too advanced and far too complicated to work in reality.  But screw reality, what is it anyway but highly subjective and solely comprised of perception?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I'm going to make this into a career.  Aligning myself strongly with companies that support my beliefs,  I will use my greatest weakness and skill (imagination) to spawn a massive career search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793641829510680275-2450205141772453885?l=sittingupstr8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingupstr8.blogspot.com/feeds/2450205141772453885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sittingupstr8.blogspot.com/2009/08/revelations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793641829510680275/posts/default/2450205141772453885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793641829510680275/posts/default/2450205141772453885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingupstr8.blogspot.com/2009/08/revelations.html' title='And the truth is...'/><author><name>Erika Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584675959212649267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793641829510680275.post-690144928503191477</id><published>2009-08-11T16:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T20:20:42.044-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Idle minds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I've been sitting here in my little intern office for over 8.5 hours today, &lt;em style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;furiously&lt;/em&gt; figuring out what to do with myself.  I'm graduating college in December, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;thank god&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; but now I've got the additional burden of figuring out what to do with the past 17.5 years of all nighters and DD runs.  Everywhere I turn someone is shouting "Money, money, money..!" obnoxiously in my ears and I'm starting to feel that I'm the only person who's screaming "Wait a minute!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;What about the  happiness?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I've never been a materialistic person. Everyone who thinks they know me would laugh at that statement, but it's true.  &lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Having "things" does not mean I'm materialistic&lt;/strong&gt;.  Wanting things now and then doesn't make me materialistic either.  Materialism is when that want is suddenly manifested into an illogical "need", and proceeds to attach itself to every desire, object, and thought like a cancerous mold.  That's materialism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Me?  No, I'm not materialistic at all.  To be honest, if we didn't need money to maintain any kind of acceptable status in society (and I mean acceptable at the lowest level possible-  just before lepers and dregs),&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;  I'd burn it and roast marshmallows&lt;/span&gt;.  Well, if not money, then what is it that I want? &lt;em style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;What do I yearn for?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Good question.&lt;/span&gt;  I've spent my long summer hours at moldy, congested retail shops and swanky non profits pondering this.  What drives my passion for life?  Is it knowledge?  Sort of.  I'm an advocate for human intelligence development.  I've always been drawn to learning new things, usually of a useless condition.   And that's all well and good, but is it my passion?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Not quite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;To be honest,  If I were to look back at the comical saga that is my life,  I'd probably say that I've been driven by happiness. I know that's extremely cliche, but let's be honest here.  I've worked in jobs that provide a pretty check at the end of the week, but they've never lasted very long.  I have this built in eject button that is very sensitive to any kind of discord, real or perceived.  Whenever I'd sense an inconsistency with my ability to enjoy myself,  I'd either quit, become extremely miserable, stick it out for 3 months, and then quit, or do things to get myself laid off or better yet, fired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A brilliant strategy indeed, however, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;you can't live that way&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm older now and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I'm seeking stability of purpose&lt;/span&gt;.  And so I've been using all my time and brainpower to do some, dare I say it, "soul searching" and find out what really steers my ship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;My progress? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Futile.&lt;/strong&gt;  But I never give up, and I never surrender.  I am determined to find that something(s) that makes me tick with glee and use them to guide me through these dark, murky, economic waters.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7793641829510680275-690144928503191477?l=sittingupstr8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sittingupstr8.blogspot.com/feeds/690144928503191477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sittingupstr8.blogspot.com/2009/08/idle-mind-is-devils-sabbatical.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793641829510680275/posts/default/690144928503191477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7793641829510680275/posts/default/690144928503191477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sittingupstr8.blogspot.com/2009/08/idle-mind-is-devils-sabbatical.html' title='Idle minds'/><author><name>Erika Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01584675959212649267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
