So know that we all know that I am an unemployed loser who can't find a job, let's move on to the next topic.
I don't really know what sparked this dream, however one day Stuart came home from work and was insistent that we sell our houses here and take that money and go live in the US.
So after doing preliminary calculations of how much we will make on the sales, and researching what we can get for that money in different cities in the US and then comparing it to what we can get here for the same amount, I was convinced that it was a great idea! Move to the US, live in a nice house and be mortgage free!!!!
The list of cities I looked into was: LA, San Francisco, San Diego, New Orleans, Miami, St Petersburg (FL), Hamptons, Stamford, Columbus, Aspen, Denver, Philadelphia, Asheville and Chicago... there may have been more.
The city that offered the nicest house for the money was the city that I grew up in... Cleveland.
Then the reality of returning to a place that I left the minute I finished school many years ago began to set in.
The blizzards, shovelling snow, the politics, the red necks, the high unemployment, the whole "been there, done that" thing.
On the other hand, there are hosting Thanksgiving dinners for my family, an afternoon at the fantastic art museum with friends, popping down to the local bar for an evening martini, Chicago & NYC are one hour flights away making easy weekend getaways.
But first things first, Stuart needs to get a visa... which is a confusing process without much help from the Embassies, Consulates or Homeland Security.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Monday, August 16, 2010
FAKE IT TILL YOU MAKE IT.
There has been a lot going on these past few months. I don't mean the cocktail parties, opening nights at the opera and travels to Africa sort of way. I mean things that require my attention to be in other places or else the entire universe of my existence would be sucked into a cosmic black hole and implode... or re-appear in caveman times.
I have been a bit apprehensive about publishing this for privacy sake, however besides the fact that my photos are every where on this blog, I have mentioned where I worked, where I live and all my personal details I am pretty sure that my blog is anonymous.
You may be aware that there is this whole Global Financial Crisis thing going on. Apparently, Australia is the only country in the world that did not go into recession and has in fact maintained, if you believe the politicians, a boom economy.
The problem is that my clients and target market were the old pensioners who were living on dividends from overseas stock. To make a long story short, the stocks crashed, they stopped buying what I was selling and I am now unemployed.
The bottom line is that there were some fatal flaws in the COGs & RRP which were contractually set before I took the helm, wearing 15 different hats spread my focus too thin, a rapidly growing mutual hatred between my boss and I dampened the work environment, plus I am not really to blame for the GFC and the toll it would take on millions, if not billions of people's investments & retirement plans(It was all Fabulous Fab's fault!) .
As a closing line in his farewell speech to me, my now former boss said, "I hope you're successful in your next job." Which doesn't look so bad in print, but believe me when I tell you it was said in a way which made me want to throw a drink in his face.
I had great achievements. I made record revenue in my first year, developed a commercial website which enjoyed tremendous success in Australia, created an award winning ad campaign, introduced large corporate relationships and I better stop before this post starts to look like my resume.
Despite these SUCCESSES I feel like a failure.
I read a quote that put things in perspective, "Life is not about worrying about the storm, but learning how to dance in the rain." (Unfortunately, this philosophy tends to lead people to think that one doesn't care about the problem at hand.)
I tried to live this philosophy and smiled as I had my 42nd interview, competed a la reality TV game show for a position, gone through 7 rounds of interviewing for a lesser position and waiting 5 weeks for a second interview with a company that is "really keen to have me on board."
On the outside I am dancing and on the inside I am raining. Fake it till you make it, right?
I have been a bit apprehensive about publishing this for privacy sake, however besides the fact that my photos are every where on this blog, I have mentioned where I worked, where I live and all my personal details I am pretty sure that my blog is anonymous.
You may be aware that there is this whole Global Financial Crisis thing going on. Apparently, Australia is the only country in the world that did not go into recession and has in fact maintained, if you believe the politicians, a boom economy.
The problem is that my clients and target market were the old pensioners who were living on dividends from overseas stock. To make a long story short, the stocks crashed, they stopped buying what I was selling and I am now unemployed.
The bottom line is that there were some fatal flaws in the COGs & RRP which were contractually set before I took the helm, wearing 15 different hats spread my focus too thin, a rapidly growing mutual hatred between my boss and I dampened the work environment, plus I am not really to blame for the GFC and the toll it would take on millions, if not billions of people's investments & retirement plans(It was all Fabulous Fab's fault!) .
As a closing line in his farewell speech to me, my now former boss said, "I hope you're successful in your next job." Which doesn't look so bad in print, but believe me when I tell you it was said in a way which made me want to throw a drink in his face.
I had great achievements. I made record revenue in my first year, developed a commercial website which enjoyed tremendous success in Australia, created an award winning ad campaign, introduced large corporate relationships and I better stop before this post starts to look like my resume.
Despite these SUCCESSES I feel like a failure.
I read a quote that put things in perspective, "Life is not about worrying about the storm, but learning how to dance in the rain." (Unfortunately, this philosophy tends to lead people to think that one doesn't care about the problem at hand.)
I tried to live this philosophy and smiled as I had my 42nd interview, competed a la reality TV game show for a position, gone through 7 rounds of interviewing for a lesser position and waiting 5 weeks for a second interview with a company that is "really keen to have me on board."
On the outside I am dancing and on the inside I am raining. Fake it till you make it, right?
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