Today:
4 appointments at work
1 new database to try out
1 storm in a teacup which entailed a number of calls
7 volunteers to register in the new database
10 hours I should have worked
9 of which I actually worked
1 hour biking home and back for sick child
1 invite for dinner with colleagues
1 offer of cake from colleague celebrating birthday
1 missed lunch with a friend due to sick child
1 dinner cooked by mother in law
1 volunteer who's going to bike 10,000 kilometers in 21 days
1 colleague requesting feedback
1 wedding view
One long, busy, rainy day. A strange mix of good and not so good!
Showing posts with label work. Show all posts
Showing posts with label work. Show all posts
Making a Difference, part two
This morning I stopped by one of the old peoples homes here in my town to take pictures of the volunteers at work helping with breakfast on Make A Difference Day. One of the volunteers showed up a little late, so I decided to pitch in and help.
It was very confronting and humbling at the same time. My annoyance at the lack of response to the project kind of disappeared into thin air when I was greeted with big smile by a charming old lady, perfectly clad in her blouse and sweater, earrings in place, hair neatly tucked in a bun. She exclaimed over the pretty flowers on my shirt and counted them saying "he loves you, he loves you not". After which she proudly told me he loved me! And then told me to be careful, she was going to get in competition with me for his attention.
A couple of minutes later I spooned porridge into another ladies mouth. She didn't speak, just played with her bib and opened up her mouth every time the spoon came near. Later on she had her hair put in curlers by another one of the volunteers.
Meanwhile the volunteers upstairs in the same building were making friends left and right. Especially one of the men. He either knew folks, knew of them, or had played soccer with one of their kids. I met him a little later, walking back to work, and he said he'd be doing it again next year.
This afternoon three volunteers took some ladies out for a walk in their wheelchairs. One of the ladies hadn't been outside in two months....
That is what it's about after all. Taking an hour to spend a little extra time on someone.
Next year, this is what I will attempt to emphasize. That one hour of my time, of your time, can make a difference.
It was very confronting and humbling at the same time. My annoyance at the lack of response to the project kind of disappeared into thin air when I was greeted with big smile by a charming old lady, perfectly clad in her blouse and sweater, earrings in place, hair neatly tucked in a bun. She exclaimed over the pretty flowers on my shirt and counted them saying "he loves you, he loves you not". After which she proudly told me he loved me! And then told me to be careful, she was going to get in competition with me for his attention.
A couple of minutes later I spooned porridge into another ladies mouth. She didn't speak, just played with her bib and opened up her mouth every time the spoon came near. Later on she had her hair put in curlers by another one of the volunteers.
Meanwhile the volunteers upstairs in the same building were making friends left and right. Especially one of the men. He either knew folks, knew of them, or had played soccer with one of their kids. I met him a little later, walking back to work, and he said he'd be doing it again next year.
This afternoon three volunteers took some ladies out for a walk in their wheelchairs. One of the ladies hadn't been outside in two months....
That is what it's about after all. Taking an hour to spend a little extra time on someone.
Next year, this is what I will attempt to emphasize. That one hour of my time, of your time, can make a difference.
Attempting to make a difference
Even here in Holland Make a Difference Day is organized. This year it's tomorrow and the day after. I came up with the brilliant plan of jumping on that band wagon to get my new job off to a fantastic start. The last couple of years a number of people who work in the town hall volunteered their time and did some good stuff. So I figured it wouldn't be too hard to motivate those selfsame people this year....
Sadly, my attempt has not been very succesful. I came up with enough one time volunteer opportunities for about 50 people.
Only 12 people responded.
I'm bummed to say the least. I was hoping to get this new job off with a huge bang, but it's just a whee whistle.... And I will have worked six days this week because of this little whistle. Frustrating!
Though I have a lovely thing to look forward to. Saturday, after all obligations have been and gone, I get to head off to my brothers in our very own car and finally spend some time catching up with him and enjoying the his culinary expertise!
Curry, here I come!
Sadly, my attempt has not been very succesful. I came up with enough one time volunteer opportunities for about 50 people.
Only 12 people responded.
I'm bummed to say the least. I was hoping to get this new job off with a huge bang, but it's just a whee whistle.... And I will have worked six days this week because of this little whistle. Frustrating!
Though I have a lovely thing to look forward to. Saturday, after all obligations have been and gone, I get to head off to my brothers in our very own car and finally spend some time catching up with him and enjoying the his culinary expertise!
Curry, here I come!
Mixed feelings
Today was my last day of work at my old job.
It was strange.
I worked hard all day trying to finish things off perfectly, so that nobody would have any comment to make after I had left. Motivated by my great need for approval and affirmation. Hmmmm.
Then it was time to say goodbye. I figured an hour or two at the end of the day would give everybody a chance to relax and chat and have fun.
There was none of that.
We sat around in true dutch style, with a snack in hand, politely staring at each other. Meanwhile most lunches and coffee breaks are spent with people talking at full volume, and I hear the humor on fridays can be pretty raunchy. So what happened today?
I really have no clue.
I did get some lovely dutch flowers and some more personal comments, but all in all it was a flat forced occasion.
Ah well. Tomorrow I can go full speed ahead at my new job. Looking forward to that!
It was strange.
I worked hard all day trying to finish things off perfectly, so that nobody would have any comment to make after I had left. Motivated by my great need for approval and affirmation. Hmmmm.
Then it was time to say goodbye. I figured an hour or two at the end of the day would give everybody a chance to relax and chat and have fun.
There was none of that.
We sat around in true dutch style, with a snack in hand, politely staring at each other. Meanwhile most lunches and coffee breaks are spent with people talking at full volume, and I hear the humor on fridays can be pretty raunchy. So what happened today?
I really have no clue.
I did get some lovely dutch flowers and some more personal comments, but all in all it was a flat forced occasion.
Ah well. Tomorrow I can go full speed ahead at my new job. Looking forward to that!
Just one more day!
I believe I have mentioned how much I enjoy working closer to home. This is the reason why! Today was the second to last day of taking this trip to my old job.
In the picture
Check this out:
http://www.deweekkrant.nl/files/pdfarchief/HENN/20090224/HEN_HENN-1-03_090224_1.pdf
:-)
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http://www.deweekkrant.nl/files/pdfarchief/HENN/20090224/HEN_HENN-1-03_090224_1.pdf
:-)
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Men
One of the fun things at my new job is the contact that I have with men!
The last 10 years I have worked in an almost solely female environment. I guess social work does tend to attract females more than males! The males that I did run into were often very feminine or very cliche gay.
But here there are lots of men. Lots of bureaucrats of the male species. My boss is a man as well.
So anyway, it's fun to get some male vibes going. It really is different being introduced as the new coworker by a man to a man. It gets just a little bit flirty. And when introduced to a group of men there is certain amount of preening going on. Not a lot, and I guess they would even deny it if they were accused of it, but enough to make me feel nice and womanly and even attractive! Maybe I notice more because there's been such a dearth of men in my work environment in the last years.
I like it though, it adds a bit of spark to my work, knowing I can use at least a smidgen of the flirting techniques that have been lying dormant for so long ;-).
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The last 10 years I have worked in an almost solely female environment. I guess social work does tend to attract females more than males! The males that I did run into were often very feminine or very cliche gay.
But here there are lots of men. Lots of bureaucrats of the male species. My boss is a man as well.
So anyway, it's fun to get some male vibes going. It really is different being introduced as the new coworker by a man to a man. It gets just a little bit flirty. And when introduced to a group of men there is certain amount of preening going on. Not a lot, and I guess they would even deny it if they were accused of it, but enough to make me feel nice and womanly and even attractive! Maybe I notice more because there's been such a dearth of men in my work environment in the last years.
I like it though, it adds a bit of spark to my work, knowing I can use at least a smidgen of the flirting techniques that have been lying dormant for so long ;-).
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Rainy Day
It's 8.30 a.m. and it's grey and gloomy outside. I've just gotten the kids out the door. Marinda has an exam week, so started a wee bit later. Poor girl has to bike through the rain, catch the train, and then bike through the rain again! Tristan, on the other hand, walks for about a minute and then he's at school. He won't have that luxury next year. Most likely he and Marinda will be catching the same train early in the morning to go their schools.
Usually I'm out the door at 8 as well, to catch my train. But today I will be working at my new job and I get to leave on my own time. I can't tell you how much of a relief it is to be able to even think of having another cup of coffee, or maybe even get some housework done. Too many times over the last year I've looked at the clock wondering frantically if I can take a couple more minutes for the kids, or if I have to really race to catch my train. It just feels like an awesome luxury only having to take 8 minutes to get to work, instead of the 50 it takes me now!
Another advantage. Marinda will be dropping by after school today, it's right on her route, so she can see where I work. We can even go out for lunch easily :-).
The next couple weeks I'll be juggling two jobs. Half of me is wondering how I'll cope, the other half is taking it in her stride. I still won't be working full-time, I made sure of that! So it should be fine. And hopefully the thrill of the new job will give me a nice energy boost.
Just what I need to make it through another rainy day!
Usually I'm out the door at 8 as well, to catch my train. But today I will be working at my new job and I get to leave on my own time. I can't tell you how much of a relief it is to be able to even think of having another cup of coffee, or maybe even get some housework done. Too many times over the last year I've looked at the clock wondering frantically if I can take a couple more minutes for the kids, or if I have to really race to catch my train. It just feels like an awesome luxury only having to take 8 minutes to get to work, instead of the 50 it takes me now!
Another advantage. Marinda will be dropping by after school today, it's right on her route, so she can see where I work. We can even go out for lunch easily :-).
The next couple weeks I'll be juggling two jobs. Half of me is wondering how I'll cope, the other half is taking it in her stride. I still won't be working full-time, I made sure of that! So it should be fine. And hopefully the thrill of the new job will give me a nice energy boost.
Just what I need to make it through another rainy day!
Moving along
Things are moving along faster than I thought.
Today I had a talk with my new boss. An irritated phone call from a client kind of "forced" him to circumnavigate bureaucracy and tell me to go ahead and get to work!
* BIG GRIN * !
I am totally feeling up to it, and if my proof of good behavior arrives soon (fingers crossed), it will even mean extra salary in february.
* HUGE GRIN* !!
I don't want to get my hopes up too high, because you never really know, but that windfall just might add to my "get me to my high school reunion fund" and help us with a couple of other perks/neccesities :-).
It's giving me a stomachache to think about it (anticipation? nerves? hopes?) so I won't write any more.
Now to get to work! In the house this time, because besides having been to my new job, this (or a slightly different version of it) is also awaiting me.
Have a good day!!
Today I had a talk with my new boss. An irritated phone call from a client kind of "forced" him to circumnavigate bureaucracy and tell me to go ahead and get to work!
* BIG GRIN * !
I am totally feeling up to it, and if my proof of good behavior arrives soon (fingers crossed), it will even mean extra salary in february.
* HUGE GRIN* !!
I don't want to get my hopes up too high, because you never really know, but that windfall just might add to my "get me to my high school reunion fund" and help us with a couple of other perks/neccesities :-).
It's giving me a stomachache to think about it (anticipation? nerves? hopes?) so I won't write any more.
Now to get to work! In the house this time, because besides having been to my new job, this (or a slightly different version of it) is also awaiting me.
Have a good day!!
Work
In september I got a call from the volunteer coordinator in my town whom I spoke to back in february.She called to say that she was quitting her job. And she called to say that she wanted me to follow her up. Oh man, I was psyched! (sorry, that was the RVA in me coming out).
A week later I was in her office chatting to her about the job and what it entailed. A half hour after that I was in her bosses office, having an informal job interview.
Then everything went totally silent, painfully so.
I KNEW she was leaving her job in october and that her position would be vacant in november and that I was a strong candidate.
So I waited.
Then I networked. I went to a volunteer conference organized in this area and spoke to anyone who means everything, including the bureaucrat responsible for volunteer policy. I sparkled, I chatted, I gave my educated opinion.
And I waited some more. Because you know, new policy was being made, lots of bureaucrats had to bow their wise heads over this job, opinions had to be asked and budget had to be checked.
Then I started looking around for another job. And got invited for an interview, in december.
THEN, then I started stalking. I talked to the boss, told him I was interested in THIS job. Oh yes, he said, we're interested in you to. But you know... bureaucracy......
I stalked some more. Listen I said, there's a big chance I might get this other job, whatcha gonna do about that?
A flurry of activity ensued.
Meanwhile, I did not get the other job. You know what they said? There's a job opening in your town. YOU WOULD BE A PERFECT CANDIDATE FOR THAT JOB!!
Finally, last week, I had THE job interview. Oh, they said, we can't wait to have you! Can you please start tomorrow?!?
Sure, I can do that, I said.
But... they said.. though we are offering you this job, first the director must say he agrees.
Ok, says I.
And... they said... we also have to get verification of your good behavior. This will take up to 4 weeks.
Ok then, I said.
But after that, they said, after that, can you please start immediately??
Yep I said.
After all, after waiting 4 months, what's a month more? Patience, after all, is one of my virtues ;-)
So though I may want to start my new job tomorrow, and they may want me to start tomorrow, bureaucracy will stand in my way.And this folks, is what I am going to have to deal with IN MY NEW JOB!!
I am officially going to become a pencil pushing volunteer coordinating bureaucrat.
Yeah for me!
This longwinded tale is the tale that I referred to here.
Why was I being so mysterious, you may wonder?
Well, on the first day of the job I have now, one of my colleagues came up to me and said, Hey I found your blog!
This is something that I do not want to have to deal with here. The job I've accepted is quite a public function. I will have to do a lot of networking and I will meet a lot of people. I want my blog and this job to be two totally seperate entitities. That's why I have taken all references to my family name, my husbands name, my real name and where I live out of the blog. Also I will be changing the url, for extra safety. The new url is going to be www.eliseblogs.blogspot.com (I'll let you know when I switch... soon!). This way I hope to protect myself from unwanted interest in my personal life. It may not be enough in the long run, but I hope it will be enough for now!
So ends the tale of the search and conquest of my new job.
(and the flowers? I got those from Herman!)
Unsociable
I've had a busy social week. Last night I was out with some of my volunteers, tonight I was out with my colleagues and board members. Board members make me nervous. I feel I have to be all upbeat and professional and all "yeah I love this job and give me more money please!!" all the time. And I feel a huge lack of sincere interest on their part. Something which was again made quite clear to me by the one know it all who bothered to start up a conversation and then got up and left halfway through a sentence. I think it was one of his sentences though, so that was no great loss!
Anyway, I find it draining to have to put up appearances. I was ready to go home about an hour and a half before I did and almost felt the smile on my face turn into a grimace. I missed meaningful conversation. To be honest though, I didn't start up any meaningful conversations either. So really, who am I to call the kettle black?
I have two weeks of free time ahead of me. I can hardly grasp the concept. And I must give the above mentioned board members some credit. I got a nice Christmas bonus. I'm thinking of turning it into the beginning of my "get me to my high school reunion" fund. Every little bit helps!
Now I will take my grouchy unsociable head to bed.
Anyway, I find it draining to have to put up appearances. I was ready to go home about an hour and a half before I did and almost felt the smile on my face turn into a grimace. I missed meaningful conversation. To be honest though, I didn't start up any meaningful conversations either. So really, who am I to call the kettle black?
I have two weeks of free time ahead of me. I can hardly grasp the concept. And I must give the above mentioned board members some credit. I got a nice Christmas bonus. I'm thinking of turning it into the beginning of my "get me to my high school reunion" fund. Every little bit helps!
Now I will take my grouchy unsociable head to bed.
House
Tired and watching House. It's been a busy two days at work. Nowadays I practically need the five days between to recover! Which is really ridiculous.
Anyway, hanging on the sofa watching an exaggerated medical tv program is enough to turn my mind numb and afford some kind of relaxation :-)
Tomorrow we're off to do some Sinterklaas shopping. We're going to Ikea, like the best place ever. Which means we'll either get breakfast for a euro, or get a hot dog and soda for a euro. And we'll get doughnuts for the kids, because around here Ikea doughnuts are as close as you can get to american doughnuts. Soft and sweet and sugary, yum.
I think I must be hungry...
Anyway, hanging on the sofa watching an exaggerated medical tv program is enough to turn my mind numb and afford some kind of relaxation :-)
Tomorrow we're off to do some Sinterklaas shopping. We're going to Ikea, like the best place ever. Which means we'll either get breakfast for a euro, or get a hot dog and soda for a euro. And we'll get doughnuts for the kids, because around here Ikea doughnuts are as close as you can get to american doughnuts. Soft and sweet and sugary, yum.
I think I must be hungry...
Pain
Today I saw pain in different forms.
I was visiting one of my volunteers, a 71 year old woman. We chatted and then I brought up the subject of her insecurity while on the phone. I wondered why she often sounded so hesitant when she had to make a call and asked if there was anything I could do to make it easier for her.
I could see something happening to her, her face became still in that tight closed way that makes you realize something is happening inside. Then she told me with tears in her eyes it was the memory of her mother. Her mother, who always compared her to her sister, who didn't mean to hurt her, but did, by wanting her to be something she was not.
Old pain, yet still so very visible after so many many years....
I came back to the office, and called another volunteer who had asked to talk to me. She is 80 years old. She told me, with her voice raw with pain and choked with tears, that she had just heard that her 33 year old granddaughter was going to die within 6 months. Breast cancer, just married, young child.
Recent, fresh pain, still hard to grasp.
It was a hard day.
I was visiting one of my volunteers, a 71 year old woman. We chatted and then I brought up the subject of her insecurity while on the phone. I wondered why she often sounded so hesitant when she had to make a call and asked if there was anything I could do to make it easier for her.
I could see something happening to her, her face became still in that tight closed way that makes you realize something is happening inside. Then she told me with tears in her eyes it was the memory of her mother. Her mother, who always compared her to her sister, who didn't mean to hurt her, but did, by wanting her to be something she was not.
Old pain, yet still so very visible after so many many years....
I came back to the office, and called another volunteer who had asked to talk to me. She is 80 years old. She told me, with her voice raw with pain and choked with tears, that she had just heard that her 33 year old granddaughter was going to die within 6 months. Breast cancer, just married, young child.
Recent, fresh pain, still hard to grasp.
It was a hard day.
Happiness
Ever notice how much easier it is to spread happiness when you're happy yourself?I was in Utrecht today, meeting up with old colleagues and volunteers. It was great to walk into a room and have people know and recognize me and greet me like a long lost friend. Well, ok, maybe not that enthousiastically, but it was good! I had a lot of lovely chats and some intelligent conversation and went home feeling uplifted and happy.
I also went home with a bunch of flowers given to me on the spur of the moment. I came into the train with my flowers in front of me and immediatly got a reaction from the old couple sitting across from me. While on the subject of flowers the lady happened to mention she didn't get a lot of flowers from her hubby.
So I gave them to her before I got off the train. So nice to see the look on her face! Still has me smiling.It's ever so much easier to be nice to somebody when somebody's been nice to you!
In action
Blurry picture of me in action at my work.
This is something I really enjoy doing though! Standing in front of a group of people can be a real kick.
This is something I really enjoy doing though! Standing in front of a group of people can be a real kick.
First job
I'm reading a book by Toni Maguire called "Don't tell Mummy". It's about her experience with incest as a child. It made me think of my first job after Marinda was born. It was an office job, transcribing the dictated reports that doctors made on different cases of child abuse. It was very strange, sitting there with a headphone on my head, typing away, while details of the different cases were dictated into my ears. Thankfully, there were no graphic details involved, and something about hearing a monotone voice (even mentioning where to place commas and points) managed to make even the most awful story seem almost humdrum.
I worked there for a year.
I havn't worked with anything even remotely resembling child abuse since then. I don't think I could handle it. Though I am a qualified social worker, getting into the sad details of somebody's life is not something I handle well. Like my friend exclaimed the other day.... "so you're really not a counselor!". No, I really am not. I am perfectly capable of listening to somebody's story and showing sympathy, and I like to think that I can empathize, but there's not enough of that in me to want to commit to personally helping people with therapy or counseling.
I guess I should just be thankful that there is also room in this world for an organizing junky like me, paving the way so that others can do the helping (of which I have been the grateful recipient on many, many occasions).
I worked there for a year.
I havn't worked with anything even remotely resembling child abuse since then. I don't think I could handle it. Though I am a qualified social worker, getting into the sad details of somebody's life is not something I handle well. Like my friend exclaimed the other day.... "so you're really not a counselor!". No, I really am not. I am perfectly capable of listening to somebody's story and showing sympathy, and I like to think that I can empathize, but there's not enough of that in me to want to commit to personally helping people with therapy or counseling.
I guess I should just be thankful that there is also room in this world for an organizing junky like me, paving the way so that others can do the helping (of which I have been the grateful recipient on many, many occasions).
Dread
I'm getting off to a wonderful start when one of my first posts after my vacation is entitled "dread". Nevertheless, that is what I am feeling at the prospect of going to work tomorrow.Dread.
Hmm.
Well, if there's one thing that I have learned from my husband it is that things will fall into place sooner or later, and that things are never quite as bad as I can make them out to be. Sooooooo.
Meanwhile.... have you noted my new look? Any critical comments to make? Or nice things to say? EH????
Lesson learned?
While typing my titel, I discovered I've used this titel before. Now I must go and check to see if I'm going to be repeating myself.....
Ahhh... I see I won't be repeating myself. Evidently there are enough lessons for me to be learning!!
Today at work I had a talk with my manager (the one who is leaving). Partly it was about a new job opening in the organisation, and partly it was about the work I do now. I was absolutely furious by the time our talk was finished. Angry enough to cry (which I then proceeded to do). Let's see if I can explain this. For the FIRST TIME since I work there I got the feeling that my manager was giving me direction in my work. She was telling me what I should be doing and how I should go about doing it. That's fine by me, but what really angered me is that it took this long, and that while telling me she managed to make me feel like she had told me this long ago and that I had allowed myself to become frozen in place in this job. Now she's right about the frozen part, I really have lost a lot of initiative. And I don't have any sense of direction, and I don't feel any appreciation for what I've been doing. But why wait until now to give me a kick up the ass!! What's with that?!? And excuse me, but I have been asking for exactly what she's finally giving me!!!
But that's my anger and frustration and lack of recognition speaking. The lesson learned is that I just can't afford to wait for people to tell me what to do, to give me a sense of direction, to give me affirmation and recognition. I have to do that for myself. Otherwise I turn into a wuss who is incapable of making decisions. My attitude towards this job was not to make any big decisions until I had at least checked with my manager, and to follow her lead. That waiting, and the lack of recognition has just about drained all my energy. So her kick in the butt and my resulting anger have at least energized me into thinking "what the hell! I'm not waiting for anybody anymore. I'm just going to do what I think is right and you all will just have to live with the consequences!" No more waiting around for affirmation or recognition, I just have to do as I see fit and trust my own judgement. (which, by the way, can be pretty darn good!!)
SO THERE!!! (almost, but not quite, sticking out my tongue here!!)
This awful self-doubt that creeps in every now and again is just terrible. When, when, when, will I finally learn that I am a competent woman who knows her mind and who does not need to be dependent on other peoples direction or affirmation!?!
Ahhh... I see I won't be repeating myself. Evidently there are enough lessons for me to be learning!!
Today at work I had a talk with my manager (the one who is leaving). Partly it was about a new job opening in the organisation, and partly it was about the work I do now. I was absolutely furious by the time our talk was finished. Angry enough to cry (which I then proceeded to do). Let's see if I can explain this. For the FIRST TIME since I work there I got the feeling that my manager was giving me direction in my work. She was telling me what I should be doing and how I should go about doing it. That's fine by me, but what really angered me is that it took this long, and that while telling me she managed to make me feel like she had told me this long ago and that I had allowed myself to become frozen in place in this job. Now she's right about the frozen part, I really have lost a lot of initiative. And I don't have any sense of direction, and I don't feel any appreciation for what I've been doing. But why wait until now to give me a kick up the ass!! What's with that?!? And excuse me, but I have been asking for exactly what she's finally giving me!!!
But that's my anger and frustration and lack of recognition speaking. The lesson learned is that I just can't afford to wait for people to tell me what to do, to give me a sense of direction, to give me affirmation and recognition. I have to do that for myself. Otherwise I turn into a wuss who is incapable of making decisions. My attitude towards this job was not to make any big decisions until I had at least checked with my manager, and to follow her lead. That waiting, and the lack of recognition has just about drained all my energy. So her kick in the butt and my resulting anger have at least energized me into thinking "what the hell! I'm not waiting for anybody anymore. I'm just going to do what I think is right and you all will just have to live with the consequences!" No more waiting around for affirmation or recognition, I just have to do as I see fit and trust my own judgement. (which, by the way, can be pretty darn good!!)
SO THERE!!! (almost, but not quite, sticking out my tongue here!!)
This awful self-doubt that creeps in every now and again is just terrible. When, when, when, will I finally learn that I am a competent woman who knows her mind and who does not need to be dependent on other peoples direction or affirmation!?!
Samenwerking
Samenwerking literally means "working together". While looking for the translation of the word the internet turned up cooperation, collaboration and teamwork. None of which was exactly the word I was looking for. I guess teamwork would best cover it though.
Cover what you ask?
Well, Herman just helped me write a job application. Nowadays what I do is look up my old letters, find sentences I find appropriate for the current job and then cut and paste to make a new letter. But this time I was having a hard time joining those sentences into something cohesive, so I just wrote down some half sentences and asked Herman to do the honors. Which he did so well that I didn't even feel that I had to change a lot of the words! I guess that means we were in tune with each other this time because sometimes his style is totally different than mine :-) How's that for teamwork!
With Hermans help I got turned down for one job ;-), and am currently in the proces of interviewing for the second. Which is giving me agonies of indecision because this could potentially be a really good job (right now it's a bit too basic for my taste) but the pay is really really low compared to what I have been getting.
So what to do? Stick with the not so fun but better paying job I have now, or go with the possibly more fun but worse paying job that I'm looking into?
I just don't know!!
Cover what you ask?
Well, Herman just helped me write a job application. Nowadays what I do is look up my old letters, find sentences I find appropriate for the current job and then cut and paste to make a new letter. But this time I was having a hard time joining those sentences into something cohesive, so I just wrote down some half sentences and asked Herman to do the honors. Which he did so well that I didn't even feel that I had to change a lot of the words! I guess that means we were in tune with each other this time because sometimes his style is totally different than mine :-) How's that for teamwork!
With Hermans help I got turned down for one job ;-), and am currently in the proces of interviewing for the second. Which is giving me agonies of indecision because this could potentially be a really good job (right now it's a bit too basic for my taste) but the pay is really really low compared to what I have been getting.
So what to do? Stick with the not so fun but better paying job I have now, or go with the possibly more fun but worse paying job that I'm looking into?
I just don't know!!
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