Question:
Friends – Okay, here it is. Here is what I have been needing – and fearing – for the past year. I have a job. A real job. It isn’t even a make-shift job. It is a real job. And it fell out of the sky into my lap. Here’s the story. I was at my MD’s about a month ago, and she went through the whole thing, etc., we did the whole appt. and I explained that I would be doing my phlebotomy clinicals at the same h*sp. where she has her practicing privileges and where her husb. is head of planning and development. I thought this was a good thing in case they wanted to hire phlebotomists in the future – good contacts, you know. To my amazement, at the end of the appt., she kind of quietly said, "I don’t know if this is a conflict of interest or not, but I know you can write, and I know you are intelligent. My husb. is looking for an assistant. Give him a call." Yikes!!!!! And she handed me a slip of paper w/his name and number, and that was that. I did call him. He asked for a resume. I took the resume, and the next time I was at the h*sp, stopped by to "see if he had rec’d it." I had no more than gotten my name out of my mouth than he said, w/great enthusiasm, that he was so glad I’d stopped by because I had "a very impressive resume" and he wanted to interview me, and to call Human Resources immediately. I did, he interviewed me for an hour, asked for writing samples and resumes – and – immediately after receiving the writing and resume names, he called and offered me the job. I am witlessly terrified. The job consists of these three things: 1) planning and writing and overseeing/facilitating grants – some new and some ongoing – both inside the h*sp. and using the h*sp. as an outreach base (we are the only h*sp. in a very poor rural region w/diverse needs and a very sparse base of health care); 2) leading meetings of constituents of these outreach programs, and attending statewide meetings as a representative of our h*sp.; and 3) evaluating and doing the accounting for the grants under my auspices. Eeeeeeeeeeks. Can I do this? Can I really do this? I have done similar things, on a smaller scale and in a different field – arts/humanities/education/culture. But does this translate and magnify? I am scared. But does his judgement say that I can do it – does that mean that I ought to have more faith in myself, to believe that I can? And, I have heard he is "difficult to work with." Well, then, I will simply have to learn to stand firm, and also not to let his "moods," if that is what is the problem, affect me so much as I might have been affected in the past. I have to be a warrior. Maybe that is part of what my martial arts training has been about. I have been very quiet about this possibility as it develops, because I have not wanted to – well – even think about it, even though I have thought about it sooooo much as time has gone on. But thank you all for all that you have been for me as I have gone through this time, and I know you have known that there has been something going on w/me. Thank you for sticking w/me. Thank you for understanding that I might not have as much time for a while for being here – I start on Nov. 1. I hope still to be a part of asd, but I might not have as much time as I have had. Take care, all, and thank you again for all your help and support. Beauty.
Response:
wow great
i also have faith in you !!!
satya thinking of you and who wish you the best of the best
— (Y) (..) c((")(") – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Friends – Okay, here it is. Here is what I have been needing – and fearing – for the past year. I have a job. A real job. It isn’t even a make-shift job. It is a real job. And it fell out of the sky into my lap. Here’s the story. I was at my MD’s about a month ago, and she went through the whole thing, etc., we did the whole appt. and I explained that I would be doing my phlebotomy clinicals at the same h*sp. where she has her practicing privileges and where her husb. is head of planning and development. I thought this was a good thing in case they wanted to hire phlebotomists in the future – good contacts, you know. To my amazement, at the end of the appt., she kind of quietly said, "I don’t know if this is a conflict of interest or not, but I know you can write, and I know you are intelligent. My husb. is looking for an assistant. Give him a call." Yikes!!!!! And she handed me a slip of paper w/his name and number, and that was that. I did call him. He asked for a resume. I took the resume, and the next time I was at the h*sp, stopped by to "see if he had rec’d it." I had no more than gotten my name out of my mouth than he said, w/great enthusiasm, that he was so glad I’d stopped by because I had "a very impressive resume" and he wanted to interview me, and to call Human Resources immediately. I did, he interviewed me for an hour, asked for writing samples and resumes – and – immediately after receiving the writing and resume names, he called and offered me the job. I am witlessly terrified. The job consists of these three things: 1) planning and writing and overseeing/facilitating grants – some new and some ongoing – both inside the h*sp. and using the h*sp. as an outreach base (we are the only h*sp. in a very poor rural region w/diverse needs and a very sparse base of health care); 2) leading meetings of constituents of these outreach programs, and attending statewide meetings as a representative of our h*sp.; and 3) evaluating and doing the accounting for the grants under my auspices. Eeeeeeeeeeks. Can I do this? Can I really do this? I have done similar things, on a smaller scale and in a different field – arts/humanities/education/culture. But does this translate and magnify? I am scared. But does his judgement say that I can do it – does that mean that I ought to have more faith in myself, to believe that I can? And, I have heard he is "difficult to work with." Well, then, I will simply have to learn to stand firm, and also not to let his "moods," if that is what is the problem, affect me so much as I might have been affected in the past. I have to be a warrior. Maybe that is part of what my martial arts training has been about. I have been very quiet about this possibility as it develops, because I have not wanted to – well – even think about it, even though I have thought about it sooooo much as time has gone on. But thank you all for all that you have been for me as I have gone through this time, and I know you have known that there has been something going on w/me. Thank you for sticking w/me. Thank you for understanding that I might not have as much time for a while for being here – I start on Nov. 1. I hope still to be a part of asd, but I might not have as much time as I have had. Take care, all, and thank you again for all your help and support. Beauty.
Response:
Splendido, Beauty. Congrats, and sympathy with the fears. Is only natural to fear. Much luck when time comes, and much pleasure in new doings. Baba Yaga – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -Friends – Okay, here it is. Here is what I have been needing – and fearing – for the past year. I have a job. A real job. It isn’t even a make-shift job. It is a real job. And it fell out of the sky into my lap. Here’s the story. I was at my MD’s about a month ago, and she went through the whole thing, etc., we did the whole appt. and I explained that I would be doing my phlebotomy clinicals at the same h*sp. where she has her practicing privileges and where her husb. is head of planning and development. I thought this was a good thing in case they wanted to hire phlebotomists in the future – good contacts, you know. To my amazement, at the end of the appt., she kind of quietly said, "I don’t know if this is a conflict of interest or not, but I know you can write, and I know you are intelligent. My husb. is looking for an assistant. Give him a call." Yikes!!!!! And she handed me a slip of paper w/his name and number, and that was that. I did call him. He asked for a resume. I took the resume, and the next time I was at the h*sp, stopped by to "see if he had rec’d it." I had no more than gotten my name out of my mouth than he said, w/great enthusiasm, that he was so glad I’d stopped by because I had "a very impressive resume" and he wanted to interview me, and to call Human Resources immediately. I did, he interviewed me for an hour, asked for writing samples and resumes – and – immediately after receiving the writing and resume names, he called and offered me the job. I am witlessly terrified. The job consists of these three things: 1) planning and writing and overseeing/facilitating grants – some new and some ongoing – both inside the h*sp. and using the h*sp. as an outreach base (we are the only h*sp. in a very poor rural region w/diverse needs and a very sparse base of health care); 2) leading meetings of constituents of these outreach programs, and attending statewide meetings as a representative of our h*sp.; and 3) evaluating and doing the accounting for the grants under my auspices. Eeeeeeeeeeks. Can I do this? Can I really do this? I have done similar things, on a smaller scale and in a different field – arts/humanities/education/culture. But does this translate and magnify? I am scared. But does his judgement say that I can do it – does that mean that I ought to have more faith in myself, to believe that I can? And, I have heard he is "difficult to work with." Well, then, I will simply have to learn to stand firm, and also not to let his "moods," if that is what is the problem, affect me so much as I might have been affected in the past. I have to be a warrior. Maybe that is part of what my martial arts training has been about. I have been very quiet about this possibility as it develops, because I have not wanted to – well – even think about it, even though I have thought about it sooooo much as time has gone on. But thank you all for all that you have been for me as I have gone through this time, and I know you have known that there has been something going on w/me. Thank you for sticking w/me. Thank you for understanding that I might not have as much time for a while for being here – I start on Nov. 1. I hope still to be a part of asd, but I might not have as much time as I have had. Take care, all, and thank you again for all your help and support. Beauty.
Response:
Congratulations, Beauty. It doesn’t surprise me at all that you got the job. It sounds like a perfect fit for you, and I just know that you’ll be great at it. You must feel like a million "bucks"…….except for being scared silly too. I know that that will disappear once you start working and see just how competent you really are. Very happy for you!! Nahanton – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Friends – Okay, here it is. Here is what I have been needing – and fearing – for the past year. I have a job. A real job. It isn’t even a make-shift job. It is a real job. And it fell out of the sky into my lap. Here’s the story. I was at my MD’s about a month ago, and she went through the whole thing, etc., we did the whole appt. and I explained that I would be doing my phlebotomy clinicals at the same h*sp. where she has her practicing privileges and where her husb. is head of planning and development. I thought this was a good thing in case they wanted to hire phlebotomists in the future – good contacts, you know. To my amazement, at the end of the appt., she kind of quietly said, "I don’t know if this is a conflict of interest or not, but I know you can write, and I know you are intelligent. My husb. is looking for an assistant. Give him a call." Yikes!!!!! And she handed me a slip of paper w/his name and number, and that was that. I did call him. He asked for a resume. I took the resume, and the next time I was at the h*sp, stopped by to "see if he had rec’d it." I had no more than gotten my name out of my mouth than he said, w/great enthusiasm, that he was so glad I’d stopped by because I had "a very impressive resume" and he wanted to interview me, and to call Human Resources immediately. I did, he interviewed me for an hour, asked for writing samples and resumes – and – immediately after receiving the writing and resume names, he called and offered me the job. I am witlessly terrified. The job consists of these three things: 1) planning and writing and overseeing/facilitating grants – some new and some ongoing – both inside the h*sp. and using the h*sp. as an outreach base (we are the only h*sp. in a very poor rural region w/diverse needs and a very sparse base of health care); 2) leading meetings of constituents of these outreach programs, and attending statewide meetings as a representative of our h*sp.; and 3) evaluating and doing the accounting for the grants under my auspices. Eeeeeeeeeeks. Can I do this? Can I really do this? I have done similar things, on a smaller scale and in a different field – arts/humanities/education/culture. But does this translate and magnify? I am scared. But does his judgement say that I can do it – does that mean that I ought to have more faith in myself, to believe that I can? And, I have heard he is "difficult to work with." Well, then, I will simply have to learn to stand firm, and also not to let his "moods," if that is what is the problem, affect me so much as I might have been affected in the past. I have to be a warrior. Maybe that is part of what my martial arts training has been about. I have been very quiet about this possibility as it develops, because I have not wanted to – well – even think about it, even though I have thought about it sooooo much as time has gone on. But thank you all for all that you have been for me as I have gone through this time, and I know you have known that there has been something going on w/me. Thank you for sticking w/me. Thank you for understanding that I might not have as much time for a while for being here – I start on Nov. 1. I hope still to be a part of asd, but I might not have as much time as I have had. Take care, all, and thank you again for all your help and support. Beauty.
Response:
yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!! wow! exellent! impressed! plesed for you! evrythin and more!!!
*big grin* one queston left tho, do ya still get to finish your corse? Congrats!
i beleve in you!
C.
– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Friends – Okay, here it is. Here is what I have been needing – and fearing – for the past year. I have a job. A real job. It isn’t even a make-shift job. It is a real job. And it fell out of the sky into my lap. Here’s the story. I was at my MD’s about a month ago, and she went through the whole thing, etc., we did the whole appt. and I explained that I would be doing my phlebotomy clinicals at the same h*sp. where she has her practicing privileges and where her husb. is head of planning and development. I thought this was a good thing in case they wanted to hire phlebotomists in the future – good contacts, you know. To my amazement, at the end of the appt., she kind of quietly said, "I don’t know if this is a conflict of interest or not, but I know you can write, and I know you are intelligent. My husb. is looking for an assistant. Give him a call." Yikes!!!!! And she handed me a slip of paper w/his name and number, and that was that. I did call him. He asked for a resume. I took the resume, and the next time I was at the h*sp, stopped by to "see if he had rec’d it." I had no more than gotten my name out of my mouth than he said, w/great enthusiasm, that he was so glad I’d stopped by because I had "a very impressive resume" and he wanted to interview me, and to call Human Resources immediately. I did, he interviewed me for an hour, asked for writing samples and resumes – and – immediately after receiving the writing and resume names, he called and offered me the job. I am witlessly terrified. The job consists of these three things: 1) planning and writing and overseeing/facilitating grants – some new and some ongoing – both inside the h*sp. and using the h*sp. as an outreach base (we are the only h*sp. in a very poor rural region w/diverse needs and a very sparse base of health care); 2) leading meetings of constituents of these outreach programs, and attending statewide meetings as a representative of our h*sp.; and 3) evaluating and doing the accounting for the grants under my auspices. Eeeeeeeeeeks. Can I do this? Can I really do this? I have done similar things, on a smaller scale and in a different field – arts/humanities/education/culture. But does this translate and magnify? I am scared. But does his judgement say that I can do it – does that mean that I ought to have more faith in myself, to believe that I can? And, I have heard he is "difficult to work with." Well, then, I will simply have to learn to stand firm, and also not to let his "moods," if that is what is the problem, affect me so much as I might have been affected in the past. I have to be a warrior. Maybe that is part of what my martial arts training has been about. I have been very quiet about this possibility as it develops, because I have not wanted to – well – even think about it, even though I have thought about it sooooo much as time has gone on. But thank you all for all that you have been for me as I have gone through this time, and I know you have known that there has been something going on w/me. Thank you for sticking w/me. Thank you for understanding that I might not have as much time for a while for being here – I start on Nov. 1. I hope still to be a part of asd, but I might not have as much time as I have had. Take care, all, and thank you again for all your help and support. Beauty.
Response:
Sadly, will have to scrub course. The one loss. Sad about that, but I had to make a choice. Thanks for your good words, and thanks for thinking things through to ask that question. Beauts. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!! wow! exellent! impressed! plesed for you! evrythin and more!!!
*big grin* one queston left tho, do ya still get to finish your corse? Congrats!
i beleve in you!
C. Friends – Okay, here it is. Here is what I have been needing – and fearing – for the past year. I have a job. A real job. It isn’t even a make-shift job. It is a real job. And it fell out of the sky into my lap. Here’s the story. I was at my MD’s about a month ago, and she went through the whole thing, etc., we did the whole appt. and I explained that I would be doing my phlebotomy clinicals at the same h*sp. where she has her practicing privileges and where her husb. is head of planning and development. I thought this was a good thing in case they wanted to hire phlebotomists in the future – good contacts, you know. To my amazement, at the end of the appt., she kind of quietly said, "I don’t know if this is a conflict of interest or not, but I know you can write, and I know you are intelligent. My husb. is looking for an assistant. Give him a call." Yikes!!!!! And she handed me a slip of paper w/his name and number, and that was that. I did call him. He asked for a resume. I took the resume, and the next time I was at the h*sp, stopped by to "see if he had rec’d it." I had no more than gotten my name out of my mouth than he said, w/great enthusiasm, that he was so glad I’d stopped by because I had "a very impressive resume" and he wanted to interview me, and to call Human Resources immediately. I did, he interviewed me for an hour, asked for writing samples and resumes – and – immediately after receiving the writing and resume names, he called and offered me the job. I am witlessly terrified. The job consists of these three things: 1) planning and writing and overseeing/facilitating grants – some new and some ongoing – both inside the h*sp. and using the h*sp. as an outreach base (we are the only h*sp. in a very poor rural region w/diverse needs and a very sparse base of health care); 2) leading meetings of constituents of these outreach programs, and attending statewide meetings as a representative of our h*sp.; and 3) evaluating and doing the accounting for the grants under my auspices. Eeeeeeeeeeks. Can I do this? Can I really do this? I have done similar things, on a smaller scale and in a different field – arts/humanities/education/culture. But does this translate and magnify? I am scared. But does his judgement say that I can do it – does that mean that I ought to have more faith in myself, to believe that I can? And, I have heard he is "difficult to work with." Well, then, I will simply have to learn to stand firm, and also not to let his "moods," if that is what is the problem, affect me so much as I might have been affected in the past. I have to be a warrior. Maybe that is part of what my martial arts training has been about. I have been very quiet about this possibility as it develops, because I have not wanted to – well – even think about it, even though I have thought about it sooooo much as time has gone on. But thank you all for all that you have been for me as I have gone through this time, and I know you have known that there has been something going on w/me. Thank you for sticking w/me. Thank you for understanding that I might not have as much time for a while for being here – I start on Nov. 1. I hope still to be a part of asd, but I might not have as much time as I have had. Take care, all, and thank you again for all your help and support. Beauty.
Response:
Thank you. I will need faith from my friends to get me through this one, I think. Beauty. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – wow great
i also have faith in you !!!
satya thinking of you and who wish you the best of the best
— (Y) (..) c((")(") Friends – Okay, here it is. Here is what I have been needing – and fearing – for the past year. I have a job. A real job. It isn’t even a make-shift job. It is a real job. And it fell out of the sky into my lap. Here’s the story. I was at my MD’s about a month ago, and she went through the whole thing, etc., we did the whole appt. and I explained that I would be doing my phlebotomy clinicals at the same h*sp. where she has her practicing privileges and where her husb. is head of planning and development. I thought this was a good thing in case they wanted to hire phlebotomists in the future – good contacts, you know. To my amazement, at the end of the appt., she kind of quietly said, "I don’t know if this is a conflict of interest or not, but I know you can write, and I know you are intelligent. My husb. is looking for an assistant. Give him a call." Yikes!!!!! And she handed me a slip of paper w/his name and number, and that was that. I did call him. He asked for a resume. I took the resume, and the next time I was at the h*sp, stopped by to "see if he had rec’d it." I had no more than gotten my name out of my mouth than he said, w/great enthusiasm, that he was so glad I’d stopped by because I had "a very impressive resume" and he wanted to interview me, and to call Human Resources immediately. I did, he interviewed me for an hour, asked for writing samples and resumes – and – immediately after receiving the writing and resume names, he called and offered me the job. I am witlessly terrified. The job consists of these three things: 1) planning and writing and overseeing/facilitating grants – some new and some ongoing – both inside the h*sp. and using the h*sp. as an outreach base (we are the only h*sp. in a very poor rural region w/diverse needs and a very sparse base of health care); 2) leading meetings of constituents of these outreach programs, and attending statewide meetings as a representative of our h*sp.; and 3) evaluating and doing the accounting for the grants under my auspices. Eeeeeeeeeeks. Can I do this? Can I really do this? I have done similar things, on a smaller scale and in a different field – arts/humanities/education/culture. But does this translate and magnify? I am scared. But does his judgement say that I can do it – does that mean that I ought to have more faith in myself, to believe that I can? And, I have heard he is "difficult to work with." Well, then, I will simply have to learn to stand firm, and also not to let his "moods," if that is what is the problem, affect me so much as I might have been affected in the past. I have to be a warrior. Maybe that is part of what my martial arts training has been about. I have been very quiet about this possibility as it develops, because I have not wanted to – well – even think about it, even though I have thought about it sooooo much as time has gone on. But thank you all for all that you have been for me as I have gone through this time, and I know you have known that there has been something going on w/me. Thank you for sticking w/me. Thank you for understanding that I might not have as much time for a while for being here – I start on Nov. 1. I hope still to be a part of asd, but I might not have as much time as I have had. Take care, all, and thank you again for all your help and support. Beauty.
Response:
Thank you for such encouraging words. I hope I do feel competent. Yes, I do feel scared silly – but I am trying now to focus on feeling strong, while allowing that feeling scared is "normal." Beauty. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Congratulations, Beauty. It doesn’t surprise me at all that you got the job. It sounds like a perfect fit for you, and I just know that you’ll be great at it. You must feel like a million "bucks"…….except for being scared silly too. I know that that will disappear once you start working and see just how competent you really are. Very happy for you!! Nahanton Friends – Okay, here it is. Here is what I have been needing – and fearing – for the past year. I have a job. A real job. It isn’t even a make-shift job. It is a real job. And it fell out of the sky into my lap. Here’s the story. I was at my MD’s about a month ago, and she went through the whole thing, etc., we did the whole appt. and I explained that I would be doing my phlebotomy clinicals at the same h*sp. where she has her practicing privileges and where her husb. is head of planning and development. I thought this was a good thing in case they wanted to hire phlebotomists in the future – good contacts, you know. To my amazement, at the end of the appt., she kind of quietly said, "I don’t know if this is a conflict of interest or not, but I know you can write, and I know you are intelligent. My husb. is looking for an assistant. Give him a call." Yikes!!!!! And she handed me a slip of paper w/his name and number, and that was that. I did call him. He asked for a resume. I took the resume, and the next time I was at the h*sp, stopped by to "see if he had rec’d it." I had no more than gotten my name out of my mouth than he said, w/great enthusiasm, that he was so glad I’d stopped by because I had "a very impressive resume" and he wanted to interview me, and to call Human Resources immediately. I did, he interviewed me for an hour, asked for writing samples and resumes – and – immediately after receiving the writing and resume names, he called and offered me the job. I am witlessly terrified. The job consists of these three things: 1) planning and writing and overseeing/facilitating grants – some new and some ongoing – both inside the h*sp. and using the h*sp. as an outreach base (we are the only h*sp. in a very poor rural region w/diverse needs and a very sparse base of health care); 2) leading meetings of constituents of these outreach programs, and attending statewide meetings as a representative of our h*sp.; and 3) evaluating and doing the accounting for the grants under my auspices. Eeeeeeeeeeks. Can I do this? Can I really do this? I have done similar things, on a smaller scale and in a different field – arts/humanities/education/culture. But does this translate and magnify? I am scared. But does his judgement say that I can do it – does that mean that I ought to have more faith in myself, to believe that I can? And, I have heard he is "difficult to work with." Well, then, I will simply have to learn to stand firm, and also not to let his "moods," if that is what is the problem, affect me so much as I might have been affected in the past. I have to be a warrior. Maybe that is part of what my martial arts training has been about. I have been very quiet about this possibility as it develops, because I have not wanted to – well – even think about it, even though I have thought about it sooooo much as time has gone on. But thank you all for all that you have been for me as I have gone through this time, and I know you have known that there has been something going on w/me. Thank you for sticking w/me. Thank you for understanding that I might not have as much time for a while for being here – I start on Nov. 1. I hope still to be a part of asd, but I might not have as much time as I have had. Take care, all, and thank you again for all your help and support. Beauty.
Response:
‘grats! — astri – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Friends – Okay, here it is. Here is what I have been needing – and fearing – for the past year. I have a job. A real job. It isn’t even a make-shift job. It is a real job. And it fell out of the sky into my lap. Here’s the story. I was at my MD’s about a month ago, and she went through the whole thing, etc., we did the whole appt. and I explained that I would be doing my phlebotomy clinicals at the same h*sp. where she has her practicing privileges and where her husb. is head of planning and development. I thought this was a good thing in case they wanted to hire phlebotomists in the future – good contacts, you know. To my amazement, at the end of the appt., she kind of quietly said, "I don’t know if this is a conflict of interest or not, but I know you can write, and I know you are intelligent. My husb. is looking for an assistant. Give him a call." Yikes!!!!! And she handed me a slip of paper w/his name and number, and that was that. I did call him. He asked for a resume. I took the resume, and the next time I was at the h*sp, stopped by to "see if he had rec’d it." I had no more than gotten my name out of my mouth than he said, w/great enthusiasm, that he was so glad I’d stopped by because I had "a very impressive resume" and he wanted to interview me, and to call Human Resources immediately. I did, he interviewed me for an hour, asked for writing samples and resumes – and – immediately after receiving the writing and resume names, he called and offered me the job. I am witlessly terrified. The job consists of these three things: 1) planning and writing and overseeing/facilitating grants – some new and some ongoing – both inside the h*sp. and using the h*sp. as an outreach base (we are the only h*sp. in a very poor rural region w/diverse needs and a very sparse base of health care); 2) leading meetings of constituents of these outreach programs, and attending statewide meetings as a representative of our h*sp.; and 3) evaluating and doing the accounting for the grants under my auspices. Eeeeeeeeeeks. Can I do this? Can I really do this? I have done similar things, on a smaller scale and in a different field – arts/humanities/education/culture. But does this translate and magnify? I am scared. But does his judgement say that I can do it – does that mean that I ought to have more faith in myself, to believe that I can? And, I have heard he is "difficult to work with." Well, then, I will simply have to learn to stand firm, and also not to let his "moods," if that is what is the problem, affect me so much as I might have been affected in the past. I have to be a warrior. Maybe that is part of what my martial arts training has been about. I have been very quiet about this possibility as it develops, because I have not wanted to – well – even think about it, even though I have thought about it sooooo much as time has gone on. But thank you all for all that you have been for me as I have gone through this time, and I know you have known that there has been something going on w/me. Thank you for sticking w/me. Thank you for understanding that I might not have as much time for a while for being here – I start on Nov. 1. I hope still to be a part of asd, but I might not have as much time as I have had. Take care, all, and thank you again for all your help and support. Beauty.
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Thank you. I can only hope now – only hope as I step forward, and remember as Laurie Anderson says, walking is a process of falling and catching oneself repeatedly. Beauty. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Splendido, Beauty. Congrats, and sympathy with the fears. Is only natural to fear. Much luck when time comes, and much pleasure in new doings. Baba Yaga Friends – Okay, here it is. Here is what I have been needing – and fearing – for the past year. I have a job. A real job. It isn’t even a make-shift job. It is a real job. And it fell out of the sky into my lap. Here’s the story. I was at my MD’s about a month ago, and she went through the whole thing, etc., we did the whole appt. and I explained that I would be doing my phlebotomy clinicals at the same h*sp. where she has her practicing privileges and where her husb. is head of planning and development. I thought this was a good thing in case they wanted to hire phlebotomists in the future – good contacts, you know. To my amazement, at the end of the appt., she kind of quietly said, "I don’t know if this is a conflict of interest or not, but I know you can write, and I know you are intelligent. My husb. is looking for an assistant. Give him a call." Yikes!!!!! And she handed me a slip of paper w/his name and number, and that was that. I did call him. He asked for a resume. I took the resume, and the next time I was at the h*sp, stopped by to "see if he had rec’d it." I had no more than gotten my name out of my mouth than he said, w/great enthusiasm, that he was so glad I’d stopped by because I had "a very impressive resume" and he wanted to interview me, and to call Human Resources immediately. I did, he interviewed me for an hour, asked for writing samples and resumes – and – immediately after receiving the writing and resume names, he called and offered me the job. I am witlessly terrified. The job consists of these three things: 1) planning and writing and overseeing/facilitating grants – some new and some ongoing – both inside the h*sp. and using the h*sp. as an outreach base (we are the only h*sp. in a very poor rural region w/diverse needs and a very sparse base of health care); 2) leading meetings of constituents of these outreach programs, and attending statewide meetings as a representative of our h*sp.; and 3) evaluating and doing the accounting for the grants under my auspices. Eeeeeeeeeeks. Can I do this? Can I really do this? I have done similar things, on a smaller scale and in a different field – arts/humanities/education/culture. But does this translate and magnify? I am scared. But does his judgement say that I can do it – does that mean that I ought to have more faith in myself, to believe that I can? And, I have heard he is "difficult to work with." Well, then, I will simply have to learn to stand firm, and also not to let his "moods," if that is what is the problem, affect me so much as I might have been affected in the past. I have to be a warrior. Maybe that is part of what my martial arts training has been about. I have been very quiet about this possibility as it develops, because I have not wanted to – well – even think about it, even though I have thought about it sooooo much as time has gone on. But thank you all for all that you have been for me as I have gone through this time, and I know you have known that there has been something going on w/me. Thank you for sticking w/me. Thank you for understanding that I might not have as much time for a while for being here – I start on Nov. 1. I hope still to be a part of asd, but I might not have as much time as I have had. Take care, all, and thank you again for all your help and support. Beauty.
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YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES this feels VERY right to me. :)
my experience has shown me that people expect far less of me than i think they will…and that’s *with* knowing that i expect more of myself than others will anyway. also, in a position of the type you describe, a person with a modicum of maturity and wisdom, who is able (thru martial arts training, mayhap?) to channel their focus (this translates to "confidence"), who can write coherent sentences and count to 20 without taking off their shoes and socks…IS A G*DSEND!!! no one expects you to be perfect. even if they *seem* to expect you to be perfect, they’re secretly aware that they’ll be disappointed…and so their expectations are illogical if they had any insight whatsoever. the big thing that i learned recently is that if someone has a problem with me, they’re supposed to *tell* me about it so i can try to fix it. i’m not sposta guess. and i’m not sposta be scared if they *don’t* say anything to me. while i was writing notes today, out of the corner of my eye i saw what i thought was my counterpart and friend, Kent, come over to the desk next to me and begin to rummage thru some papers. Since he was writing notes as well, and knew that I was, too, I started to say "Ya know? This is a *lot* easier when ya don’t bother putting in any detail…" as a joke. i got as far as "when ya don’t", when the process of me turning my head towards "him" made me aware that it was my supervisor, not Kent. we joked a bit, n i did actually *tell* her what i’d been going to say (since in reality i’m still putting in detail anyway), and she started razzing me good-naturedly. i got triggered. i went so far as to scroll up and read aloud the notes i’d been writing so she could see that i’d merely been joking. she kept joking, and i realized when she said "Methinks the lady doth protest too much" that i’d gotten triggered. So i just stopped, took a breath, n said – rather conversationally – "i got called a l*ar a *lot* when i was a kid." she said "Aww! Why??" I shrugged, n said "bad, *bad* childhood." she said something like "that sounds very painful…". Jen was in full retreat at this point, so the memories are far more involved with the internals than the external conversation, but i know i explained that this triggers me, n she said she’d thought she and i had been joking…made some comment bout me getting defensive (not in a negative way. she was saying she could see now why i’d be getting defensive). we assured her we were ok, but that it was just something we need to be aware of for ourself so we can tell when we get triggered, n she kinda …heck, i don’t even *know* what she said as she was leaving! but she said something appropriate, i’m sure, and left… …n we went n hid out in the bathroom n cried some…..just, kinda, cuz it’s so DIFFERENT now than it was growing up…..and it was SO BAD growing up! and when i juxtapose how safe it is now with how *scared* i got when i got triggered…how can i *not* cry for that little girl i was? cuz that’s the thing: it’s safe now. nobody was *allowed* to treat us as badly as we were growing up. this goes for you n me n everyone else who posts here or reads here or whatever. they broke the rules. if people break the rules now, we can call ‘em on it. but lots n lots of people play by the rules, n treat people *appropriately*. (more or less. ;) ) so, i guess, my advice might be: make sure ya know what the fear’s about. is it *really* about now? or entirely about then? and know that no one expects you to be perfect. in fact, the level of expectation from employers re: employees is astonishingly low. :) i wish you all the best, my beauty-sis. *fondest hugs and fountains of good thoughts* (assuming hugs are k.
) jt
– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Friends – Okay, here it is. Here is what I have been needing – and fearing – for the past year. I have a job. A real job. It isn’t even a make-shift job. It is a real job. And it fell out of the sky into my lap. Here’s the story. I was at my MD’s about a month ago, and she went through the whole thing, etc., we did the whole appt. and I explained that I would be doing my phlebotomy clinicals at the same h*sp. where she has her practicing privileges and where her husb. is head of planning and development. I thought this was a good thing in case they wanted to hire phlebotomists in the future – good
contacts, you know. To – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – my amazement, at the end of the appt., she kind of quietly said, "I don’t know if this is a conflict of interest or not, but I know you can write, and I know you are intelligent. My husb. is looking for an assistant. Give him a call." Yikes!!!!! And she handed me a slip of paper w/his name and number, and that was that. I did call him. He asked for a resume. I took the resume, and the next time I was at the h*sp, stopped by to "see if he had rec’d it." I had no more than gotten my name out of my mouth than he said, w/great enthusiasm, that he was so glad I’d stopped by because I had "a very impressive resume" and he wanted to interview me, and to call Human Resources immediately. I did, he interviewed me for an hour, asked for writing samples and resumes – and – immediately after receiving the writing and resume names, he called and offered me the job. I am witlessly terrified. The job consists of these three things: 1) planning and writing and overseeing/facilitating grants – some new and some ongoing – both inside the h*sp. and using the h*sp. as an outreach base (we are the only h*sp. in a very poor rural region w/diverse needs and a very sparse base of health care); 2) leading meetings of constituents of these outreach programs, and attending statewide meetings as a representative of our h*sp.; and 3)
evaluating and doing – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – the accounting for the grants under my auspices. Eeeeeeeeeeks. Can I do this? Can I really do this? I have done similar things, on a smaller scale and in a different field – arts/humanities/education/culture. But does this translate and magnify? I am scared. But does his judgement say that I can do it – does that mean that I ought to have more faith in myself, to believe that I can? And, I have heard he is "difficult to work with." Well, then, I will simply have to learn to stand firm, and also not to let his "moods," if that is what is the problem, affect me so much as I might have been affected in the past. I have to be a warrior. Maybe that is part of what my martial arts training has been about. I have been very quiet about this possibility as it develops, because I have not wanted to – well – even think about it, even though I have thought about it sooooo much as time has gone on. But thank you all for all that you have been for me as I have gone through this time, and I know you have known that there has been something going on w/me. Thank you for sticking w/me. Thank you for understanding that I might not have as much time for a while for being here – I start on Nov. 1. I hope still to be a part of asd, but I might not have as much time as I have had. Take care, all, and thank you again for all your help and support. Beauty.
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– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Friends – Okay, here it is. Here is what I have been needing – and fearing – for the past year. I have a job. A real job. It isn’t even a make-shift job. It is a real job. And it fell out of the sky into my lap. Here’s the story. I was at my MD’s about a month ago, and she went through the whole thing, etc., we did the whole appt. and I explained that I would be doing my phlebotomy clinicals at the same h*sp. where she has her practicing privileges and where her husb. is head of planning and development. I thought this was a good thing in case they wanted to hire phlebotomists in the future – good contacts, you know. To my amazement, at the end of the appt., she kind of quietly said, "I don’t know if this is a conflict of interest or not, but I know you can write, and I know you are intelligent. My husb. is looking for an assistant. Give him a call." Yikes!!!!! And she handed me a slip of paper w/his name and number, and that was that. I did call him. He asked for a resume. I took the resume, and the next time I was at the h*sp, stopped by to "see if he had rec’d it." I had no more than gotten my name out of my mouth than he said, w/great enthusiasm, that he was so glad I’d stopped by because I had "a very impressive resume" and he wanted to interview me, and to call Human Resources immediately. I did, he interviewed me for an hour, asked for writing samples and resumes – and – immediately after receiving the writing and resume names, he called and offered me the job.
this is so incredibly wonderful! it sounds like a perfect job for you. just think of all the people you will be helping, while doing something you love, and it’s even something that won’t be too terribly physically demanding! i knew you were due for wonderful things. i’m so glad to hear they’re coming to you. i’ll miss your posts though, so please try to stop in when you can. :-) -kelly
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Wow! That’s awesome news, Beauty. I am so very happy for you. You’ve deserved something like this for a very long time. I know you’ll be busy but please let us know how it comes along? nicky — For more information about this posting service, contact: If you want an anonymous account, visit our sign-up page: https://asarian-host.net/cgi-bin/signup.cgi
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well, you have mine
satya who should also consider such support but still isolate herself totally while dealing with the most difficult stuffs… — (Y) (..) c((")(") – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Thank you. I will need faith from my friends to get me through this one, I think. Beauty. wow great
i also have faith in you !!!
satya thinking of you and who wish you the best of the best
— (Y) (..) c((")(") Friends – Okay, here it is. Here is what I have been needing – and fearing – for the past year. I have a job. A real job. It isn’t even a make-shift job. It is a real job. And it fell out of the sky into my lap. Here’s the story. I was at my MD’s about a month ago, and she went through the whole thing, etc., we did the whole appt. and I explained that I would be doing my phlebotomy clinicals at the same h*sp. where she has her practicing privileges and where her husb. is head of planning and development. I thought this was a good thing in case they wanted to hire phlebotomists in the future – good contacts, you know. To my amazement, at the end of the appt., she kind of quietly said, "I don’t know if this is a conflict of interest or not, but I know you can write, and I know you are intelligent. My husb. is looking for an assistant. Give him a call." Yikes!!!!! And she handed me a slip of paper w/his name and number, and that was that. I did call him. He asked for a resume. I took the resume, and the next time I was at the h*sp, stopped by to "see if he had rec’d it." I had no more than gotten my name out of my mouth than he said, w/great enthusiasm, that he was so glad I’d stopped by because I had "a very impressive resume" and he wanted to interview me, and to call Human Resources immediately. I did, he interviewed me for an hour, asked for writing samples and resumes – and – immediately after receiving the writing and resume names, he called and offered me the job. I am witlessly terrified. The job consists of these three things: 1) planning and writing and overseeing/facilitating grants – some new and some ongoing – both inside the h*sp. and using the h*sp. as an outreach base (we are the only h*sp. in a very poor rural region w/diverse needs and a very sparse base of health care); 2) leading meetings of constituents of these outreach programs, and attending statewide meetings as a representative of our h*sp.; and 3) evaluating and doing the accounting for the grants under my auspices. Eeeeeeeeeeks. Can I do this? Can I really do this? I have done similar things, on a smaller scale and in a different field – arts/humanities/education/culture. But does this translate and magnify? I am scared. But does his judgement say that I can do it – does that mean that I ought to have more faith in myself, to believe that I can? And, I have heard he is "difficult to work with." Well, then, I will simply have to learn to stand firm, and also not to let his "moods," if that is what is the problem, affect me so much as I might have been affected in the past. I have to be a warrior. Maybe that is part of what my martial arts training has been about. I have been very quiet about this possibility as it develops, because I have not wanted to – well – even think about it, even though I have thought about it sooooo much as time has gone on. But thank you all for all that you have been for me as I have gone through this time, and I know you have known that there has been something going on w/me. Thank you for sticking w/me. Thank you for understanding that I might not have as much time for a while for being here – I start on Nov. 1. I hope still to be a part of asd, but I might not have as much time as I have had. Take care, all, and thank you again for all your help and support. Beauty.
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thanks. Beauty. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – ‘grats! — astri Friends – Okay, here it is. Here is what I have been needing – and fearing – for the past year. I have a job. A real job. It isn’t even a make-shift job. It is a real job. And it fell out of the sky into my lap. Here’s the story. I was at my MD’s about a month ago, and she went through the whole thing, etc., we did the whole appt. and I explained that I would be doing my phlebotomy clinicals at the same h*sp. where she has her practicing privileges and where her husb. is head of planning and development. I thought this was a good thing in case they wanted to hire phlebotomists in the future – good contacts, you know. To my amazement, at the end of the appt., she kind of quietly said, "I don’t know if this is a conflict of interest or not, but I know you can write, and I know you are intelligent. My husb. is looking for an assistant. Give him a call." Yikes!!!!! And she handed me a slip of paper w/his name and number, and that was that. I did call him. He asked for a resume. I took the resume, and the next time I was at the h*sp, stopped by to "see if he had rec’d it." I had no more than gotten my name out of my mouth than he said, w/great enthusiasm, that he was so glad I’d stopped by because I had "a very impressive resume" and he wanted to interview me, and to call Human Resources immediately. I did, he interviewed me for an hour, asked for writing samples and resumes – and – immediately after receiving the writing and resume names, he called and offered me the job. I am witlessly terrified. The job consists of these three things: 1) planning and writing and overseeing/facilitating grants – some new and some ongoing – both inside the h*sp. and using the h*sp. as an outreach base (we are the only h*sp. in a very poor rural region w/diverse needs and a very sparse base of health care); 2) leading meetings of constituents of these outreach programs, and attending statewide meetings as a representative of our h*sp.; and 3) evaluating and doing the accounting for the grants under my auspices. Eeeeeeeeeeks. Can I do this? Can I really do this? I have done similar things, on a smaller scale and in a different field – arts/humanities/education/culture. But does this translate and magnify? I am scared. But does his judgement say that I can do it – does that mean that I ought to have more faith in myself, to believe that I can? And, I have heard he is "difficult to work with." Well, then, I will simply have to learn to stand firm, and also not to let his "moods," if that is what is the problem, affect me so much as I might have been affected in the past. I have to be a warrior. Maybe that is part of what my martial arts training has been about. I have been very quiet about this possibility as it develops, because I have not wanted to – well – even think about it, even though I have thought about it sooooo much as time has gone on. But thank you all for all that you have been for me as I have gone through this time, and I know you have known that there has been something going on w/me. Thank you for sticking w/me. Thank you for understanding that I might not have as much time for a while for being here – I start on Nov. 1. I hope still to be a part of asd, but I might not have as much time as I have had. Take care, all, and thank you again for all your help and support. Beauty.
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We can’t figure out where our perfectionism came from – except unless it was that "our little girl is soooooooo smart," etc. so that if I wasn’t, I thought I didn’t be good enough. I can’t figure it out, so I can’t solve it. Yet. Any thoughts are welcome, though. Beauty. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES this feels VERY right to me. :)
my experience has shown me that people expect far less of me than i think they will…and that’s *with* knowing that i expect more of myself than others will anyway. also, in a position of the type you describe, a person with a modicum of maturity and wisdom, who is able (thru martial arts training, mayhap?) to channel their focus (this translates to "confidence"), who can write coherent sentences and count to 20 without taking off their shoes and socks…IS A G*DSEND!!! no one expects you to be perfect. even if they *seem* to expect you to be perfect, they’re secretly aware that they’ll be disappointed…and so their expectations are illogical if they had any insight whatsoever. the big thing that i learned recently is that if someone has a problem with me, they’re supposed to *tell* me about it so i can try to fix it. i’m not sposta guess. and i’m not sposta be scared if they *don’t* say anything to me. while i was writing notes today, out of the corner of my eye i saw what i thought was my counterpart and friend, Kent, come over to the desk next to me and begin to rummage thru some papers. Since he was writing notes as well, and knew that I was, too, I started to say "Ya know? This is a *lot* easier when ya don’t bother putting in any detail…" as a joke. i got as far as "when ya don’t", when the process of me turning my head towards "him" made me aware that it was my supervisor, not Kent. we joked a bit, n i did actually *tell* her what i’d been going to say (since in reality i’m still putting in detail anyway), and she started razzing me good-naturedly. i got triggered. i went so far as to scroll up and read aloud the notes i’d been writing so she could see that i’d merely been joking. she kept joking, and i realized when she said "Methinks the lady doth protest too much" that i’d gotten triggered. So i just stopped, took a breath, n said – rather conversationally – "i got called a l*ar a *lot* when i was a kid." she said "Aww! Why??" I shrugged, n said "bad, *bad* childhood." she said something like "that sounds very painful…". Jen was in full retreat at this point, so the memories are far more involved with the internals than the external conversation, but i know i explained that this triggers me, n she said she’d thought she and i had been joking…made some comment bout me getting defensive (not in a negative way. she was saying she could see now why i’d be getting defensive). we assured her we were ok, but that it was just something we need to be aware of for ourself so we can tell when we get triggered, n she kinda …heck, i don’t even *know* what she said as she was leaving! but she said something appropriate, i’m sure, and left… …n we went n hid out in the bathroom n cried some…..just, kinda, cuz it’s so DIFFERENT now than it was growing up…..and it was SO BAD growing up! and when i juxtapose how safe it is now with how *scared* i got when i got triggered…how can i *not* cry for that little girl i was? cuz that’s the thing: it’s safe now. nobody was *allowed* to treat us as badly as we were growing up. this goes for you n me n everyone else who posts here or reads here or whatever. they broke the rules. if people break the rules now, we can call ‘em on it. but lots n lots of people play by the rules, n treat people *appropriately*. (more or less. ;) ) so, i guess, my advice might be: make sure ya know what the fear’s about. is it *really* about now? or entirely about then? and know that no one expects you to be perfect. in fact, the level of expectation from employers re: employees is astonishingly low. :) i wish you all the best, my beauty-sis. *fondest hugs and fountains of good thoughts* (assuming hugs are k.
) jt Friends – Okay, here it is. Here is what I have been needing – and fearing – for the past year. I have a job. A real job. It isn’t even a make-shift job. It is a real job. And it fell out of the sky into my lap. Here’s the story. I was at my MD’s about a month ago, and she went through the whole thing, etc., we did the whole appt. and I explained that I would be doing my phlebotomy clinicals at the same h*sp. where she has her practicing privileges and where her husb. is head of planning and development. I thought this was a good thing in case they wanted to hire phlebotomists in the future – good contacts, you know. To my amazement, at the end of the appt., she kind of quietly said, "I don’t know if this is a conflict of interest or not, but I know you can write, and I know you are intelligent. My husb. is looking for an assistant. Give him a call." Yikes!!!!! And she handed me a slip of paper w/his name and number, and that was that. I did call him. He asked for a resume. I took the resume, and the next time I was at the h*sp, stopped by to "see if he had rec’d it." I had no more than gotten my name out of my mouth than he said, w/great enthusiasm, that he was so glad I’d stopped by because I had "a very impressive resume" and he wanted to interview me, and to call Human Resources immediately. I did, he interviewed me for an hour, asked for writing samples and resumes – and – immediately after receiving the writing and resume names, he called and offered me the job. I am witlessly terrified. The job consists of these three things: 1) planning and writing and overseeing/facilitating grants – some new and some ongoing – both inside the h*sp. and using the h*sp. as an outreach base (we are the only h*sp. in a very poor rural region w/diverse needs and a very sparse base of health care); 2) leading meetings of constituents of these outreach programs, and attending statewide meetings as a representative of our h*sp.; and 3) evaluating and doing the accounting for the grants under my auspices. Eeeeeeeeeeks. Can I do this? Can I really do this? I have done similar things, on a smaller scale and in a different field – arts/humanities/education/culture. But does this translate and magnify? I am scared. But does his judgement say that I can do it – does that mean that I ought to have more faith in myself, to believe that I can? And, I have heard he is "difficult to work with." Well, then, I will simply have to learn to stand firm, and also not to let his "moods," if that is what is the problem, affect me so much as I might have been affected in the past. I have to be a warrior. Maybe that is part of what my martial arts training has been about. I have been very quiet about this possibility as it develops, because I have not wanted to – well – even think about it, even though I have thought about it sooooo much as time has gone on. But thank you all for all that you have been for me as I have gone through this time, and I know you have known that there has been something going on w/me. Thank you for sticking w/me. Thank you for understanding that I might not have as much time for a while for being here – I start on Nov. 1. I hope still to be a part of asd, but I might not have as much time as I have had. Take care, all, and thank you again for all your help and support. Beauty.
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Beautysisterofourheart, we are proud proud proud of you. YOu don’t gotta know it all right away, we figure. there has to be room for learning, right? Take deep deep breaths and remember that you now know how to do phlebotomy, and other things you dinnnt usta know, right? You learn well! And you will learn this job, too. We are same, though, about needing to be perfect. We don’t know zactly why that is, except maybe it is from always trying to figure out how to keep safe, how to figure out what would cause trouble with the m*therone, what would let outsiders see us, you know? Maybe it is from that stuff? jane – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – We can’t figure out where our perfectionism came from – except unless it was that "our little girl is soooooooo smart," etc. so that if I wasn’t, I thought I didn’t be good enough. I can’t figure it out, so I can’t solve it. Yet. Any thoughts are welcome, though. Beauty. YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES this feels VERY right to me. :)
my experience has shown me that people expect far less of me than i think they will…and that’s *with* knowing that i expect more of myself than others will anyway. also, in a position of the type you describe, a person with a modicum of maturity and wisdom, who is able (thru martial arts training, mayhap?) to channel their focus (this translates to "confidence"), who can write coherent sentences and count to 20 without taking off their shoes and socks…IS A G*DSEND!!! no one expects you to be perfect. even if they *seem* to expect you to be perfect, they’re secretly aware that they’ll be disappointed…and so their expectations are illogical if they had any insight whatsoever. the big thing that i learned recently is that if someone has a problem with me, they’re supposed to *tell* me about it so i can try to fix it. i’m not sposta guess. and i’m not sposta be scared if they *don’t* say anything to me. while i was writing notes today, out of the corner of my eye i saw what i thought was my counterpart and friend, Kent, come over to the desk next to me and begin to rummage thru some papers. Since he was writing notes as well, and knew that I was, too, I started to say "Ya know? This is a *lot* easier when ya don’t bother putting in any detail…" as a joke. i got as far as "when ya don’t", when the process of me turning my head towards "him" made me aware that it was my supervisor, not Kent. we joked a bit, n i did actually *tell* her what i’d been going to say (since in reality i’m still putting in detail anyway), and she started razzing me good-naturedly. i got triggered. i went so far as to scroll up and read aloud the notes i’d been writing so she could see that i’d merely been joking. she kept joking, and i realized when she said "Methinks the lady doth protest too much" that i’d gotten triggered. So i just stopped, took a breath, n said – rather conversationally – "i got called a l*ar a *lot* when i was a kid." she said "Aww! Why??" I shrugged, n said "bad, *bad* childhood." she said something like "that sounds very painful…". Jen was in full retreat at this point, so the memories are far more involved with the internals than the external conversation, but i know i explained that this triggers me, n she said she’d thought she and i had been joking…made some comment bout me getting defensive (not in a negative way. she was saying she could see now why i’d be getting defensive). we assured her we were ok, but that it was just something we need to be aware of for ourself so we can tell when we get triggered, n she kinda …heck, i don’t even *know* what she said as she was leaving! but she said something appropriate, i’m sure, and left… …n we went n hid out in the bathroom n cried some…..just, kinda, cuz it’s so DIFFERENT now than it was growing up…..and it was SO BAD growing up! and when i juxtapose how safe it is now with how *scared* i got when i got triggered…how can i *not* cry for that little girl i was? cuz that’s the thing: it’s safe now. nobody was *allowed* to treat us as badly as we were growing up. this goes for you n me n everyone else who posts here or reads here or whatever. they broke the rules. if people break the rules now, we can call ‘em on it. but lots n lots of people play by the rules, n treat people *appropriately*. (more or less. ;) ) so, i guess, my advice might be: make sure ya know what the fear’s about. is it *really* about now? or entirely about then? and know that no one expects you to be perfect. in fact, the level of expectation from employers re: employees is astonishingly low. :) i wish you all the best, my beauty-sis. *fondest hugs and fountains of good thoughts* (assuming hugs are k.
) jt Friends – Okay, here it is. Here is what I have been needing – and fearing – for the past year. I have a job. A real job. It isn’t even a make-shift job. It is a real job. And it fell out of the sky into my lap. Here’s the story. I was at my MD’s about a month ago, and she went through the whole thing, etc., we did the whole appt. and I explained that I would be doing my phlebotomy clinicals at the same h*sp. where she has her practicing privileges and where her husb. is head of planning and development. I thought this was a good thing in case they wanted to hire phlebotomists in the future – good contacts, you know. To my amazement, at the end of the appt., she kind of quietly said, "I don’t know if this is a conflict of interest or not, but I know you can write, and I know you are intelligent. My husb. is looking for an assistant. Give him a call." Yikes!!!!! And she handed me a slip of paper w/his name and number, and that was that. I did call him. He asked for a resume. I took the resume, and the next time I was at the h*sp, stopped by to "see if he had rec’d it." I had no more than gotten my name out of my mouth than he said, w/great enthusiasm, that he was so glad I’d stopped by because I had "a very impressive resume" and he wanted to interview me, and to call Human Resources immediately. I did, he interviewed me for an hour, asked for writing samples and resumes – and – immediately after receiving the writing and resume names, he called and offered me the job. I am witlessly terrified. The job consists of these three things: 1) planning and writing and overseeing/facilitating grants – some new and some ongoing – both inside the h*sp. and using the h*sp. as an outreach base (we are the only h*sp. in a very poor rural region w/diverse needs and a very sparse base of health care); 2) leading meetings of constituents of these outreach programs, and attending statewide meetings as a representative of our h*sp.; and 3) evaluating and doing the accounting for the grants under my auspices. Eeeeeeeeeeks. Can I do this? Can I really do this? I have done similar things, on a smaller scale and in a different field – arts/humanities/education/culture. But does this translate and magnify? I am scared. But does his judgement say that I can do it – does that mean that I ought to have more faith in myself, to believe that I can? And, I have heard he is "difficult to work with." Well, then, I will simply have to learn to stand firm, and also not to let his "moods," if that is what is the problem, affect me so much as I might have been affected in the past. I have to be a warrior. Maybe that is part of what my martial arts training has been about. I have been very quiet about this possibility as it develops, because I have not wanted to – well – even think about it, even though I have thought about it sooooo much as time has gone on. But thank you all for all that you have been for me as I have gone through this time, and I know you have known that there has been something going on w/me. Thank you for sticking w/me. Thank you for understanding that I might not have as much time for a while for being here – I start on Nov. 1. I hope still to be a part of asd, but I might not have as much time as I have had. Take care, all, and thank you again for all your help and support. Beauty.
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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Friends – Okay, here it is. Here is what I have been needing – and fearing – for the past year. I have a job. A real job. It isn’t even a make-shift job. It is a real job. And it fell out of the sky into my lap. Here’s the story. I was at my MD’s about a month ago, and she went through the whole thing, etc., we did the whole appt. and I explained that I would be doing my phlebotomy clinicals at the same h*sp. where she has her practicing privileges and where her husb. is head of planning and development. I thought this was a good thing in case they wanted to hire phlebotomists in the future – good contacts, you know. To my amazement, at the end of the appt., she kind of quietly said, "I don’t know if this is a conflict of interest or not, but I know you can write, and I know you are intelligent. My husb. is looking for an assistant. Give him a call." Yikes!!!!! And she handed me a slip of paper w/his name and number, and that was that. I did call him. He asked for a resume. I took the resume, and the next time I was at the h*sp, stopped by to "see if he had rec’d it." I had no more than gotten my name out of my mouth than he said, w/great enthusiasm, that he was so glad I’d stopped by because I had "a very impressive resume" and he wanted to interview me, and to call Human Resources immediately. I did, he interviewed me for an hour, asked for writing samples and resumes – and – immediately after receiving the writing and resume names, he called and offered me the job. I am witlessly terrified. The job consists of these three things: 1) planning and writing and overseeing/facilitating grants – some new and some ongoing – both inside the h*sp. and using the h*sp. as an outreach base (we are the only h*sp. in a very poor rural region w/diverse needs and a very sparse base of health care); 2) leading meetings of constituents of these outreach programs, and attending statewide meetings as a representative of our h*sp.; and 3) evaluating and doing the accounting for the grants under my auspices. Eeeeeeeeeeks. Can I do this? Can I really do this? I have done similar things, on a smaller scale and in a different field – arts/humanities/education/culture. But does this translate and magnify? I am scared. But does his judgement say that I can do it – does that mean that I ought to have more faith in myself, to believe that I can? And, I have heard he is "difficult to work with." Well, then, I will simply have to learn to stand firm, and also not to let his "moods," if that is what is the problem, affect me so much as I might have been affected in the past. I have to be a warrior. Maybe that is part of what my martial arts training has been about. I have been very quiet about this possibility as it develops, because I have not wanted to – well – even think about it, even though I have thought about it sooooo much as time has gone on. But thank you all for all that you have been for me as I have gone through this time, and I know you have known that there has been something going on w/me. Thank you for sticking w/me. Thank you for understanding that I might not have as much time for a while for being here – I start on Nov. 1. I hope still to be a part of asd, but I might not have as much time as I have had. Take care, all, and thank you again for all your help and support. Beauty.
WOW!!!!!! Congratulations, and thanks for sharing this with us here.:)
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Thank you. I can only hope now – only hope as I step forward, and remember as Laurie Anderson says, walking is a process of falling and catching oneself repeatedly. Beauty.
Like the quotation. Life’s a bit like that. My bet, once you *get* walking, you be o.k. Waiting around on a start line, though – that’s always jittery. Baba Yaga
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Yeah! awesome Beauty. I think you can do it and do a good job too. I hope you can find the confidence within yourself. maybe just taking it one step at a time and before you know it, you will have gotten familiar with all the tasks just by doing them without worrying ahead of time. linda 2creus – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Friends – Okay, here it is. Here is what I have been needing – and fearing – for the past year. I have a job. A real job. It isn’t even a make-shift job. It is a real job. And it fell out of the sky into my lap. Here’s the story. I was at my MD’s about a month ago, and she went through the whole thing, etc., we did the whole appt. and I explained that I would be doing my phlebotomy clinicals at the same h*sp. where she has her practicing privileges and where her husb. is head of planning and development. I thought this was a good thing in case they wanted to hire phlebotomists in the future – good contacts, you know. To my amazement, at the end of the appt., she kind of quietly said, "I don’t know if this is a conflict of interest or not, but I know you can write, and I know you are intelligent. My husb. is looking for an assistant. Give him a call." Yikes!!!!! And she handed me a slip of paper w/his name and number, and that was that. I did call him. He asked for a resume. I took the resume, and the next time I was at the h*sp, stopped by to "see if he had rec’d it." I had no more than gotten my name out of my mouth than he said, w/great enthusiasm, that he was so glad I’d stopped by because I had "a very impressive resume" and he wanted to interview me, and to call Human Resources immediately. I did, he interviewed me for an hour, asked for writing samples and resumes – and – immediately after receiving the writing and resume names, he called and offered me the job. I am witlessly terrified. The job consists of these three things: 1) planning and writing and overseeing/facilitating grants – some new and some ongoing – both inside the h*sp. and using the h*sp. as an outreach base (we are the only h*sp. in a very poor rural region w/diverse needs and a very sparse base of health care); 2) leading meetings of constituents of these outreach programs, and attending statewide meetings as a representative of our h*sp.; and 3) evaluating and doing the accounting for the grants under my auspices. Eeeeeeeeeeks. Can I do this? Can I really do this? I have done similar things, on a smaller scale and in a different field – arts/humanities/education/culture. But does this translate and magnify? I am scared. But does his judgement say that I can do it – does that mean that I ought to have more faith in myself, to believe that I can? And, I have heard he is "difficult to work with." Well, then, I will simply have to learn to stand firm, and also not to let his "moods," if that is what is the problem, affect me so much as I might have been affected in the past. I have to be a warrior. Maybe that is part of what my martial arts training has been about. I have been very quiet about this possibility as it develops, because I have not wanted to – well – even think about it, even though I have thought about it sooooo much as time has gone on. But thank you all for all that you have been for me as I have gone through this time, and I know you have known that there has been something going on w/me. Thank you for sticking w/me. Thank you for understanding that I might not have as much time for a while for being here – I start on Nov. 1. I hope still to be a part of asd, but I might not have as much time as I have had. Take care, all, and thank you again for all your help and support. Beauty.
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Oh, yes, thank you, nicky, we will. It’s so scary. Mostly, we are scared because we’ve become rather hooked on sleep. More than rather. It has become our mode of coping w/our unhappiness, our dysfunctionality, our physical problems, etc., etc. – well – time to focus on developing a sense of strength now, and not on my fears. Also on the good effect it will have on my son to see a mother who is growing stronger. (Please, G*d, let that be what he sees . . .). Beauty. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Wow! That’s awesome news, Beauty. I am so very happy for you. You’ve deserved something like this for a very long time. I know you’ll be busy but please let us know how it comes along? nicky — For more information about this posting service, contact: If you want an anonymous account, visit our sign-up page: https://asarian-host.net/cgi-bin/signup.cgi
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Thank you my friend kelly, who has sometimes come in out of nowhere with that sorely needed encouraging word. Never forget how much you have done for me!! I will not be disappearing. I think I will still need this place and miss my friends too much. Beauty. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Friends – Okay, here it is. Here is what I have been needing – and fearing – for the past year. I have a job. A real job. It isn’t even a make-shift job. It is a real job. And it fell out of the sky into my lap. Here’s the story. I was at my MD’s about a month ago, and she went through the whole thing, etc., we did the whole appt. and I explained that I would be doing my phlebotomy clinicals at the same h*sp. where she has her practicing privileges and where her husb. is head of planning and development. I thought this was a good thing in case they wanted to hire phlebotomists in the future – good contacts, you know. To my amazement, at the end of the appt., she kind of quietly said, "I don’t know if this is a conflict of interest or not, but I know you can write, and I know you are intelligent. My husb. is looking for an assistant. Give him a call." Yikes!!!!! And she handed me a slip of paper w/his name and number, and that was that. I did call him. He asked for a resume. I took the resume, and the next time I was at the h*sp, stopped by to "see if he had rec’d it." I had no more than gotten my name out of my mouth than he said, w/great enthusiasm, that he was so glad I’d stopped by because I had "a very impressive resume" and he wanted to interview me, and to call Human Resources immediately. I did, he interviewed me for an hour, asked for writing samples and resumes – and – immediately after receiving the writing and resume names, he called and offered me the job. this is so incredibly wonderful! it sounds like a perfect job for you. just think of all the people you will be helping, while doing something you love, and it’s even something that won’t be too terribly physically demanding! i knew you were due for wonderful things. i’m so glad to hear they’re coming to you. i’ll miss your posts though, so please try to stop in when you can. :-) -kelly
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Thank you, bunny-sending satya. How about if I sneak my support somewhere close to where you might accidentally run across it when you might need it? Kind of like, oh, a big glittery stone that you might notice one day lying in your path, just when you think the sun might not break through the clouds that day at all. Beauty. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – well, you have mine
satya who should also consider such support but still isolate herself totally while dealing with the most difficult stuffs… — (Y) (..) c((")(") Thank you. I will need faith from my friends to get me through this one, I think. Beauty. wow great
i also have faith in you !!!
satya thinking of you and who wish you the best of the best
— (Y) (..) c((")(") Friends – Okay, here it is. Here is what I have been needing – and fearing – for the past year. I have a job. A real job. It isn’t even a make-shift job. It is a real job. And it fell out of the sky into my lap. Here’s the story. I was at my MD’s about a month ago, and she went through the whole thing, etc., we did the whole appt. and I explained that I would be doing my phlebotomy clinicals at the same h*sp. where she has her practicing privileges and where her husb. is head of planning and development. I thought this was a good thing in case they wanted to hire phlebotomists in the future – good contacts, you know. To my amazement, at the end of the appt., she kind of quietly said, "I don’t know if this is a conflict of interest or not, but I know you can write, and I know you are intelligent. My husb. is looking for an assistant. Give him a call." Yikes!!!!! And she handed me a slip of paper w/his name and number, and that was that. I did call him. He asked for a resume. I took the resume, and the next time I was at the h*sp, stopped by to "see if he had rec’d it." I had no more than gotten my name out of my mouth than he said, w/great enthusiasm, that he was so glad I’d stopped by because I had "a very impressive resume" and he wanted to interview me, and to call Human Resources immediately. I did, he interviewed me for an hour, asked for writing samples and resumes – and – immediately after receiving the writing and resume names, he called and offered me the job. I am witlessly terrified. The job consists of these three things: 1) planning and writing and overseeing/facilitating grants – some new and some ongoing – both inside the h*sp. and using the h*sp. as an outreach base (we are the only h*sp. in a very poor rural region w/diverse needs and a very sparse base of health care); 2) leading meetings of constituents of these outreach programs, and attending statewide meetings as a representative of our h*sp.; and 3) evaluating and doing the accounting for the grants under my auspices. Eeeeeeeeeeks. Can I do this? Can I really do this? I have done similar things, on a smaller scale and in a different field – arts/humanities/education/culture. But does this translate and magnify? I am scared. But does his judgement say that I can do it – does that mean that I ought to have more faith in myself, to believe that I can? And, I have heard he is "difficult to work with." Well, then, I will simply have to learn to stand firm, and also not to let his "moods," if that is what is the problem, affect me so much as I might have been affected in the past. I have to be a warrior. Maybe that is part of what my martial arts training has been about. I have been very quiet about this possibility as it develops, because I have not wanted to – well – even think about it, even though I have thought about it sooooo much as time has gone on. But thank you all for all that you have been for me as I have gone through this time, and I know you have known that there has been something going on w/me. Thank you for sticking w/me. Thank you for understanding that I might not have as much time for a while for being here – I start on Nov. 1. I hope still to be a part of asd, but I might not have as much time as I have had. Take care, all, and thank you again for all your help and support. Beauty.
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Thank you for your thoughts on why about perfectionism. We will continue to think and try to keep the malady at bay, because we think it could ensnare us – if someone else is perfectionist and unreasonable, we need to be able to spot it and point it out. Beauty. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Beautysisterofourheart, we are proud proud proud of you. YOu don’t gotta know it all right away, we figure. there has to be room for learning, right? Take deep deep breaths and remember that you now know how to do phlebotomy, and other things you dinnnt usta know, right? You learn well! And you will learn this job, too. We are same, though, about needing to be perfect. We don’t know zactly why that is, except maybe it is from always trying to figure out how to keep safe, how to figure out what would cause trouble with the m*therone, what would let outsiders see us, you know? Maybe it is from that stuff? jane We can’t figure out where our perfectionism came from – except unless it was that "our little girl is soooooooo smart," etc. so that if I wasn’t, I thought I didn’t be good enough. I can’t figure it out, so I can’t solve it. Yet. Any thoughts are welcome, though. Beauty. YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES this feels VERY right to me. :)
my experience has shown me that people expect far less of me than i think they will…and that’s *with* knowing that i expect more of myself than others will anyway. also, in a position of the type you describe, a person with a modicum of maturity and wisdom, who is able (thru martial arts training, mayhap?) to channel their focus (this translates to "confidence"), who can write coherent sentences and count to 20 without taking off their shoes and socks…IS A G*DSEND!!! no one expects you to be perfect. even if they *seem* to expect you to be perfect, they’re secretly aware that they’ll be disappointed…and so their expectations are illogical if they had any insight whatsoever. the big thing that i learned recently is that if someone has a problem with me, they’re supposed to *tell* me about it so i can try to fix it. i’m not sposta guess. and i’m not sposta be scared if they *don’t* say anything to me. while i was writing notes today, out of the corner of my eye i saw what i thought was my counterpart and friend, Kent, come over to the desk next to me and begin to rummage thru some papers. Since he was writing notes as well, and knew that I was, too, I started to say "Ya know? This is a *lot* easier when ya don’t bother putting in any detail…" as a joke. i got as far as "when ya don’t", when the process of me turning my head towards "him" made me aware that it was my supervisor, not Kent. we joked a bit, n i did actually *tell* her what i’d been going to say (since in reality i’m still putting in detail anyway), and she started razzing me good-naturedly. i got triggered. i went so far as to scroll up and read aloud the notes i’d been writing so she could see that i’d merely been joking. she kept joking, and i realized when she said "Methinks the lady doth protest too much" that i’d gotten triggered. So i just stopped, took a breath, n said – rather conversationally – "i got called a l*ar a *lot* when i was a kid." she said "Aww! Why??" I shrugged, n said "bad, *bad* childhood." she said something like "that sounds very painful…". Jen was in full retreat at this point, so the memories are far more involved with the internals than the external conversation, but i know i explained that this triggers me, n she said she’d thought she and i had been joking…made some comment bout me getting defensive (not in a negative way. she was saying she could see now why i’d be getting defensive). we assured her we were ok, but that it was just something we need to be aware of for ourself so we can tell when we get triggered, n she kinda …heck, i don’t even *know* what she said as she was leaving! but she said something appropriate, i’m sure, and left… …n we went n hid out in the bathroom n cried some…..just, kinda, cuz it’s so DIFFERENT now than it was growing up…..and it was SO BAD growing up! and when i juxtapose how safe it is now with how *scared* i got when i got triggered…how can i *not* cry for that little girl i was? cuz that’s the thing: it’s safe now. nobody was *allowed* to treat us as badly as we were growing up. this goes for you n me n everyone else who posts here or reads here or whatever. they broke the rules. if people break the rules now, we can call ‘em on it. but lots n lots of people play by the rules, n treat people *appropriately*. (more or less. ;) ) so, i guess, my advice might be: make sure ya know what the fear’s about. is it *really* about now? or entirely about then? and know that no one expects you to be perfect. in fact, the level of expectation from employers re: employees is astonishingly low. :) i wish you all the best, my beauty-sis. *fondest hugs and fountains of good thoughts* (assuming hugs are k.
) jt Friends – Okay, here it is. Here is what I have been needing – and fearing – for the past year. I have a job. A real job. It isn’t even a make-shift job. It is a real job. And it fell out of the sky into my lap. Here’s the story. I was at my MD’s about a month ago, and she went through the whole thing, etc., we did the whole appt. and I explained that I would be doing my phlebotomy clinicals at the same h*sp. where she has her practicing privileges and where her husb. is head of planning and development. I thought this was a good thing in case they wanted to hire phlebotomists in the future – good contacts, you know. To my amazement, at the end of the appt., she kind of quietly said, "I don’t know if this is a conflict of interest or not, but I know you can write, and I know you are intelligent. My husb. is looking for an assistant. Give him a call." Yikes!!!!! And she handed me a slip of paper w/his name and number, and that was that. I did call him. He asked for a resume. I took the resume, and the next time I was at the h*sp, stopped by to "see if he had rec’d it." I had no more than gotten my name out of my mouth than he said, w/great enthusiasm, that he was so glad I’d stopped by because I had "a very impressive resume" and he wanted to interview me, and to call Human Resources immediately. I did, he interviewed me for an hour, asked for writing samples and resumes – and – immediately after receiving the writing and resume names, he called and offered me the job. I am witlessly terrified. The job consists of these three things: 1) planning and writing and overseeing/facilitating grants – some new and some ongoing – both inside the h*sp. and using the h*sp. as an outreach base (we are the only h*sp. in a very poor rural region w/diverse needs and a very sparse base of health care); 2) leading meetings of constituents of these outreach programs, and attending statewide meetings as a representative of our h*sp.; and 3) evaluating and doing the accounting for the grants under my auspices. Eeeeeeeeeeks. Can I do this? Can I really do this? I have done similar things, on a smaller scale and in a different field – arts/humanities/education/culture. But does this translate and magnify? I am scared. But does his judgement say that I can do it – does that mean that I ought to have more faith in myself, to believe that I can? And, I have heard he is "difficult to work with." Well, then, I will simply have to learn to stand firm, and also not to let his "moods," if that is what is the problem, affect me so much as I might have been affected in the past. I have to be a warrior. Maybe that is part of what my martial arts training has been about. I have been very quiet about this possibility as it develops, because I have not wanted to – well – even think about it, even though I have thought about it sooooo much as time has gone on. But thank you all for all that you have been for me as I have gone through this time, and I know you have known that there has been something going on w/me. Thank you for sticking w/me. Thank you for understanding that I might not have as much time for a while for being here – I start on Nov. 1. I hope still to be a part of asd, but I might not have as much time as I have had. Take care, all, and thank you again for all your help and support. Beauty.
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Yeah. I didn’t exactly quote her – it was a paraphrase, because my memory is faulty. But glad you liked the notion. Yeah, I hope it gets better once I’m out of the waiting room, so to speak, and into the h*sp. (Hee. That’s where my job is, get it? In a h*sp.) Beauts. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Thank you. I can only hope now – only hope as I step forward, and remember as Laurie Anderson says, walking is a process of falling and catching oneself repeatedly. Beauty. Like the quotation. Life’s a bit like that. My bet, once you *get* walking, you be o.k. Waiting around on a start line, though – that’s always jittery. Baba Yaga
