So, as the scriptures say, 'I noised it abroad' that we were moving. I was impressed to do so, but we were also very excited. I went to Facebook and contacted all of my FB world, telling them. I was originally just announcing it as an FYI to everyone so they knew we couldn't be reached, but it turned out to be something more.
Within 15 minutes of my Facebook post, one of my friends got back to me, asking if I had a job lined up or if I was looking for one. I told him I was looking and no, I didn't have one lined up. He told me about his company and said they were hiring.
Remember, that I've been hunting for an internship for the past 3 years. I had just finished up my online portfolio class this last semester. I had just finished my physical portfolio class this last while. While we were apartment hunting I was able to go to 2 different portfolio conventions in SLC. Both good and bad came from those experiences. But either way, I had some portfolio/interview experience under my belt.
I asked my friend if there was enough stuff at his job to qualify for an internship. He assured me there way. So I asked him what to do.
Another 15 minutes later I had an interview lined up for the next week. Like my previous, long-distance interview attempt, it was an all day thing. It was stressful enough, and I fought to make everything work. Donna, our son, and myself stayed over the night before (again) at her folk's house so that helped. Regardless, I tried to give myself plenty of time because I always get lost at new places. Found it, had the interview, and my friend and I went out to eat afterwards.
It was a great experience, but I had learned that just because I thought it was a great interview it doesn't mean that a good time was held by all. As we learned about in my Organizational Psychology class, both me and the interviewing company had to make a 'good fit' - we both had to be a match for each other, not just in skills and experience, but also in personality. After all, who wants to work with someone they are going to butt heads with all the time. No one wants to hire a jerk, a yes-man, or a whiny patsy (if that's not what they like or want). Personalities have to match.
Okay, I'm babbling just to stretch out my own drama, needlessly. My friend told me later that his boss, the guy who interviewed me, said he was going to hire me the same day that he interviewed me. But my friend said he refused to tell me that so that I would be surprised.
We all were.
This company offered all benefits, including salary and benefits. We were esthetic. As it turned out, I ended up moving into our new apartment a full week and a half earlier than our actual move date so that I could go to my new job. That was a hard week; no family, just work and school for company. The first few days I didn't have any hot water. I had to boil enough water for an hour and a half so that could have 3 inches of water to bathe in.
As for my internship, here is what I've been able to apply so far:
Page Layout, Copywriting/Editting, Photoshop/Illustrator, Animation, Typographical Heirarchy, and Photography. I haven't gotten it all figured out yet, but I'm getting there.
And our ward is simply fantastic. That's the story of our move.
Sunday, June 23, 2013
Semester 14A
Wow... I know I've said this before, but I'm constantly blown away by it. The last I blogged my wife and I were pretty discouraged by the poor attitudes of the inhabitants in my hometown, wanting to get back to SLC, and still jobless.
How Heavenly Father and the Lord have blessed us.
Right now, I am sitting here, typing, in our own, new little place. I have a salaried position with a new job/company, and we love the neighborhood.
It started when Donna and I began the ugly process of trying to find a place to move to up here. Typically, the Lord makes it known to us where to go or what to do. Not this time. Our search took between 2 to 3 weeks, only on the weekends. I'd come up for school, packed with enough stuff to supply us for the weekend. All three of us would stay at my wife's parent's house, which really got on a lot of nerves after 3 days. During that time, we'd rush around and try to look at apartments with the time we had. My parents offered the same amount of money for us to find a place.
During our search we found a lot of places that were disgustingly bad, some truly terrifying, some cosy-but not quite there, and a handful of scams.
The scam story is fun. My wife's neighbor is a realtor and he helped us out in the process. We heard about this house and went to check it out. We were only interested in renting and there was a sign out front, saying it was for rent. It was great so we tried to contact the guy. He had broken english, claimed he was a doctor who was out of the states with a new job and had taken his whole family, and wanted someone he could trust to take care of the house. He claimed he wasn't there to take us through the house, either. We called him and his cell phone was so bad we couldn't understand him at all so we tried to correspond by email.
In the end, we told our realtor-neighbor about it and after investigating the post he told us with a smile, 'yeah, this is a scam.' Sure enough, when this guy responded back to our email he was as sweet as honey but he was still asking for money before we could move in.
The surprise of the story is this: in our searching we found 3 situations total that all smelled of the same, rotten scam. The individual in question was out of the states, couldn't be there to show us the house, some drastic, life-changing event had happened in their life, and were desperately looking for someone good and nice to take care of their place.
No thank you.
In the end, the best decision for us was a little tri-plex. One of the big sellers for us was the fact that the neighbor lady next door has 2 boys our son's age. They have all been fabulous neighbors and our son loves to play with his new friends any time of the day.
After we made our decision, the thoughts that came in my and my wife's head from Heavenly Father said, "There, that wasn't so bad, now was it? You can make the right decision without me." Sheepishly, I must agree. Of all the places we looked at there really was just one place right for us. I guess it's important for us to make some decisions on our own.
How Heavenly Father and the Lord have blessed us.
Right now, I am sitting here, typing, in our own, new little place. I have a salaried position with a new job/company, and we love the neighborhood.
It started when Donna and I began the ugly process of trying to find a place to move to up here. Typically, the Lord makes it known to us where to go or what to do. Not this time. Our search took between 2 to 3 weeks, only on the weekends. I'd come up for school, packed with enough stuff to supply us for the weekend. All three of us would stay at my wife's parent's house, which really got on a lot of nerves after 3 days. During that time, we'd rush around and try to look at apartments with the time we had. My parents offered the same amount of money for us to find a place.
During our search we found a lot of places that were disgustingly bad, some truly terrifying, some cosy-but not quite there, and a handful of scams.
The scam story is fun. My wife's neighbor is a realtor and he helped us out in the process. We heard about this house and went to check it out. We were only interested in renting and there was a sign out front, saying it was for rent. It was great so we tried to contact the guy. He had broken english, claimed he was a doctor who was out of the states with a new job and had taken his whole family, and wanted someone he could trust to take care of the house. He claimed he wasn't there to take us through the house, either. We called him and his cell phone was so bad we couldn't understand him at all so we tried to correspond by email.
In the end, we told our realtor-neighbor about it and after investigating the post he told us with a smile, 'yeah, this is a scam.' Sure enough, when this guy responded back to our email he was as sweet as honey but he was still asking for money before we could move in.
The surprise of the story is this: in our searching we found 3 situations total that all smelled of the same, rotten scam. The individual in question was out of the states, couldn't be there to show us the house, some drastic, life-changing event had happened in their life, and were desperately looking for someone good and nice to take care of their place.
No thank you.
In the end, the best decision for us was a little tri-plex. One of the big sellers for us was the fact that the neighbor lady next door has 2 boys our son's age. They have all been fabulous neighbors and our son loves to play with his new friends any time of the day.
After we made our decision, the thoughts that came in my and my wife's head from Heavenly Father said, "There, that wasn't so bad, now was it? You can make the right decision without me." Sheepishly, I must agree. Of all the places we looked at there really was just one place right for us. I guess it's important for us to make some decisions on our own.
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