So for those of you following me daily, you know that I have been at a veterinary conference the last half of the week. Today was the last day for the conference, and my last class ended at 3:30pm. So after my last class I packed up my stuff, talked to a few people before "officially" leaving, and stopped by the potty before the drive home.
As I left the Downtown St. Louis Hilton Ballpark to walk across the street to my car there were TONS of people on the street. Then I remembered there was a Cards vs. Cubs game tonight, so Kiener Plaza was hosting a HUGE pre-game event. I crossed S. Broadway, then waited to cross Walnut to venture over to the garage where I parked my SUV. As I was waiting there this black guy came up to me and asked if I wanted to buy some tickets.
"No thanks, I've already got plans tonight." I said politely.
"Oh, come'on you have to buy these tickets." he spit back.
"No, I'm okay. I just got off work and I'm headed home." I quickly replied.
"Work?!?" he said, as any non-respectable black man would say "I don't know who the fuck wears shit like that to work?"
Sidenote: I was wearing jeans, a Mizzou T-shirt, and a white zipper-down hoodie, and a pear of UGGs. Why? Because the rooms in the hotel were literally fReEzInG cold. The first day I wore dress shoes and dress socks, by the end of the day I couldn't feel my toes, honestly. The second day I wore thicker socks, and dress-casual boots....still couldn't feel my toes. So, I said: Forget it. They all know it's cold in there so I'm going to wear my UGGs and they'll get over it.
Back to story: "Excuse me? Get a real job and then tell me about what people wear to work." I snarled.
And with that, the signal changed and I started to make my way across Walnut to the garage.
So seriously, who the hell does he think he is? What the fuck is his problem? Who the hell does that negro is telling me what is wrong with my clothes? Last time I checked, he was in jeans 4 sizes to big that were hanging past his ENTIRE ass, an also 4 size to big T-shirt that was plain white, and a pair of whack ass Nike shox.
First of all, what black man have you EVER seen in Nike Shox?!? Those are white people shoes.
Second, how the hell can he tell me about my clothes when his are hanging off of him?
Third, how the fuck would he know what people wear to work becuase I'm pretty damn sure he doesn't have a job.
People are freakin' jack asses, and I'm sorry to say, that a vast majority of the people who say stupid shit like that, are in fact, black. Why is that? Did someone not teach them the mantra: IF you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything.
It's never a dull moment in my life. Why is that? I swear I try to not be dramatic.
I guess it's like this so I can share it with all of you. I am off to clean the damn house so Dan can have people over for his birthday tomorrow night.
As always, this is Colin.Always sayin: Peace out bitches.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Selfless acts can't be done for attention
Welcome back everyone! Last nights episode was a background for tonights episode.
What do you think of when you hear "Pay it forward"? I'm not always 100% convinced everyone is aware of a key factor in gracious acts. I feel very confident that a vast majority of gracious acts are done for one reason: recognition.
The point of selfless acts is just that....selflessness.
There is a great travisty that occurs when people begin to do seemingly great acts of philanthropy for attention. Not only are they -most likely- only doing the deed to make themselves look better; they are essentially ruining the entire act for a complete society.
Honestly, thats all for tonight. I am exhausted, jut got into a fight with my girlfriend, and have to be up at 6am for the final day of my veterinary conference downtown. Plus, I have to drop a hot one and I want to just get ready for bed while i'm in the bathroom.
I love all you bitches who are reading this, and hope you're enjoying this as much as I am.
It's 10:11pm, and this is Colin.Always. Hoping that tomorrow you find an opportunity to do something selfless for anyone you see. So, stay classy, Always.
What do you think of when you hear "Pay it forward"? I'm not always 100% convinced everyone is aware of a key factor in gracious acts. I feel very confident that a vast majority of gracious acts are done for one reason: recognition.
The point of selfless acts is just that....selflessness.
There is a great travisty that occurs when people begin to do seemingly great acts of philanthropy for attention. Not only are they -most likely- only doing the deed to make themselves look better; they are essentially ruining the entire act for a complete society.
Honestly, thats all for tonight. I am exhausted, jut got into a fight with my girlfriend, and have to be up at 6am for the final day of my veterinary conference downtown. Plus, I have to drop a hot one and I want to just get ready for bed while i'm in the bathroom.
I love all you bitches who are reading this, and hope you're enjoying this as much as I am.
It's 10:11pm, and this is Colin.Always. Hoping that tomorrow you find an opportunity to do something selfless for anyone you see. So, stay classy, Always.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Intro to Pay it Forward
Well, for those of you that follow me on facebook, you already know today’s show topic. For those of you that don't follow me there, today I will be discussing my event in downtown and about the “pay it forward” philosophy.
During my veterinary conference –which was being held at the Hilton St. Louis Ballpark- we broke for lunch and I ventured outside. I quickly decided to make the trek 0.3 miles –as informed by my iPhone- to St. Louis Bread Company where I would enjoy a delicious grilled cheese sandwich, cold apple, and Iced Tea. After acquiring the desire of my stomach, I quickly headed back outdoors to enjoy the sunshine, and practice my sociology skills by people watching.
As I sat at my black wire table, in my matching black wire chair I watched as droves of people passed by me. Bite after bite my desires quickly maturated into fulfillment. My stomach gained what it had been longing for, and my brains epicenter was inundated with feelings of satisfaction.
I watched as droves of people passed by my table. Some were on their phones, some were alone, many were with others, and quite a few were dressed in Cardinals Fan attire. There was a game at Busch Stadium –one block away- that started in 35 minutes; and fans were making their way to the event. As these guests made their way into my brains thought processes I began to wonder who they were.
Where did they come from? What are they doing downtown? How has their day been thus far? Did they have a bad day? Who were they talking to on the other end of that phone? Are they of heavy heart or joyful spirit? How were they raised? Who raised them? Were they brought up in a family with a mom and a dad or just a mom or a dad? Were they raised by their grandparents? Perhaps children of the foster care system? Does he know Jesus? Why is that woman wearing a black shapeless dress with black leggings, and white Easy Spirit tennis shoes?
Then, it happened.
Across the street at Lion’s Choice, a middle-aged (48-52 years of age) woman, wearing a sage green blouse, matching floral print calf length skirt, glasses, and salt-and-pepper hair, exited the restaurant –much as I had done- to enjoy her mid-day meal outdoors. The woman’s hair was cut just at ear length, and the style looked as if she curled it and then brushed through the curls to maintain some of the volume, but give it a softer look. Her shoes were sling backs with a peep toe, saddle in color, and most likely of Clarks or Aresole brand. She was of dark olive complexion, and I imagined her to be either of Mexican or Samoan decent. She was mildly over weight at about 5’9” tall.
Her tray contained what looked to be a well-balanced, health conscious meal of garden salad –most likely containing special ingredients such as chicken or turkey, a knife, a fork, napkins, and a medium drink.
Now; anyone who has ever dined at Lion’s Choice is aware of two key factors: they have the best ice, and cups of any place, hands-down. A drink from Lion’s Choice is not just a means to quench thirst and provide a certain level of hydration, but an escape for 40% of your body’s senses. The taste is one of extreme freshness, and the feeling of the crushed ice within your mouth is pure bliss. Therefore, despite what liquid is contained within the walls of that Styrofoam vessel, it is sure to be an experience, not just a drink.
As the stranger passed through the door something happened causing her tray to become unbalanced. And with a SPLAT that Styrofoam cup hit the pavement, leaving a splattering of liquid all over. The lid and straw combination landed inches away from the cup, whose bottom had busted out with the impact. Ice was strewn about and the splattering of liquid quickly increased in size with each passing second.
The look on the woman’s face was one of shock in response to the event that just transpired. Her face quickly morphed into one of embarrassment, and sadness. The woman was reminded of the fact that it was lunch time in downtown St. Louis on the day of a Cardinals home game. She shuffled about trying to right the wrong she perceived she just committed. What most of us saw as an accident; she probably viewed as a travesty to those around her. No one offered the stranger any assistance. Steps were lengthened to avoid the splatter; shuffles were made to accommodate the large puddle of liquid and ice. As the woman stooped to pick up the cup and the lid/straw apparatus, she struggled to maintain balance of the tray containing her remaining, intact, salad, utensils, and napkins.
After shepherding the remnants of her beverage into a nearby trashcan, she made her way to a table to take refuge against the stream of people she once battled to clear her mess. She did not return indoors to gain another drink, but settled for what was left of her lunch and –I hope- vowed to enjoy what was left.
Shortly after taking her seat at the table, a woman –most likely a co-worker because they had matching name plates affixed to their blouses- sat down at the table with the stranger that had now pirated my thoughts.
Who is she? Where does she work? Did she get treated like crap at work today by complete strangers like I do every day? Does she like her job? How long has she been there? Does she like the woman sitting with her or is she just a convenient lunch date? What has her life been like? Are both of her parents still alive? What is it like to have your parents die before you? Are her shoes as comfortable as they look, because they better be to be that ugly?
About thirty seconds after her drink splattered atop the pavement I had already sub-consciously decided that I was going to replace that drink for her if she didn’t do so herself. So it was decided. She did not replace the drink that she had vowed to enjoy when she passed her hard earned money across the counter after ordering, so I was.
Shortly after the strangers lunch date made their self comfortable at their table, I had finished my grilled cheese and apple. I packed up the few items I had removed from my bag during my lunch, gathered my refuge from the meal, deposited it into the proper receptacle, and made my way to the cross walk. I was moments away from an interaction with a complete stranger that could either make me look like a caring stranger, or a complete weirdo.
My brain quickly commandeered and erased the feelings my conscious activated. Colin, what the hell are you doing? This woman is going to think you’re a freakin’ weirdo. She’ll take one look at that cup and wonder what you put in it. Why the hell are you going to spend your money on a complete stranger? You’re stupid, just take your ass back to the Hilton and move on. If she wanted a drink so damn bad she would have gone in there and got a new one.
“Excuse me” said the lady who was in line behind me at the crosswalk.
This was her polite way of making me away that foot traffic was moving. The signal had changed alerting us we had permission to cross the street with caution.
Before I knew it I was across the street, and had found my way inside Lion’s Choice taking a place in line to order. The line progressed quickly and within minutes I had passed my Visa over to the woman behind the counter to pay $1.78 for a new cup. Yet this was more than just a cup. This was a vessel that contained what the woman had once possessed. This hollow piece of Styrofoam was a visual reminder of a gracious act.
Within my hand I grasped a cup that had the potential to change the course of a stranger’s day.
I proceeded to place a straw and lid within the walls of cup; all while wishing I knew what the woman was intending to drink so I could make the act even more complete. I thought to myself: I bet she had Diet Coke or Iced Tea, after all she is eating a salad. Why would she ruin the health of a salad with something like regular Coke or Dr. Pepper?
I opened to portal to the outdoors and made a sharp left to make my way to the woman’s table. As I made the turn a sharp breeze began to flow and I was forced to close my eyes to protect them from the debris that swirled about. The breeze quickly calmed, and I was able to open my eyes revealing that I was less than 10 feet from the alien that had monopolized my thoughts for the past 7-10 minutes.
“Excuse me, I was sitting across the street at St. Louis Bread Company” I said as I gestured to the table that once served as my respite from the day thus far.
“I couldn’t help but notice that you had dropped your drink on the ground. I thought that I would get this for you to replace it.” With that I passed the woman her new cup and flashed a smile.
“Really?” she questioned as her face contorted to display a level of shock just as she had when the drink she possessed met its demise, on the cement.
“Yeah,” I said, “I just felt bad, and I just wanted to do this for you to let you know I cared.”
“Thank you so much!” the stranger uttered, as she looked up at me, catching the sun in her eyes causing a quick squint to cross her brow.
And as quickly as it all had happened, it was over.
Tune in tomorrow for Volume 1 Issue 4 where I will discuss my views on Paying it Forward…with 18%APR.
It’s 12:08am and this is Colin.Always. As always, telling you to keep it classy.
During my veterinary conference –which was being held at the Hilton St. Louis Ballpark- we broke for lunch and I ventured outside. I quickly decided to make the trek 0.3 miles –as informed by my iPhone- to St. Louis Bread Company where I would enjoy a delicious grilled cheese sandwich, cold apple, and Iced Tea. After acquiring the desire of my stomach, I quickly headed back outdoors to enjoy the sunshine, and practice my sociology skills by people watching.
As I sat at my black wire table, in my matching black wire chair I watched as droves of people passed by me. Bite after bite my desires quickly maturated into fulfillment. My stomach gained what it had been longing for, and my brains epicenter was inundated with feelings of satisfaction.
I watched as droves of people passed by my table. Some were on their phones, some were alone, many were with others, and quite a few were dressed in Cardinals Fan attire. There was a game at Busch Stadium –one block away- that started in 35 minutes; and fans were making their way to the event. As these guests made their way into my brains thought processes I began to wonder who they were.
Where did they come from? What are they doing downtown? How has their day been thus far? Did they have a bad day? Who were they talking to on the other end of that phone? Are they of heavy heart or joyful spirit? How were they raised? Who raised them? Were they brought up in a family with a mom and a dad or just a mom or a dad? Were they raised by their grandparents? Perhaps children of the foster care system? Does he know Jesus? Why is that woman wearing a black shapeless dress with black leggings, and white Easy Spirit tennis shoes?
Then, it happened.
Across the street at Lion’s Choice, a middle-aged (48-52 years of age) woman, wearing a sage green blouse, matching floral print calf length skirt, glasses, and salt-and-pepper hair, exited the restaurant –much as I had done- to enjoy her mid-day meal outdoors. The woman’s hair was cut just at ear length, and the style looked as if she curled it and then brushed through the curls to maintain some of the volume, but give it a softer look. Her shoes were sling backs with a peep toe, saddle in color, and most likely of Clarks or Aresole brand. She was of dark olive complexion, and I imagined her to be either of Mexican or Samoan decent. She was mildly over weight at about 5’9” tall.
Her tray contained what looked to be a well-balanced, health conscious meal of garden salad –most likely containing special ingredients such as chicken or turkey, a knife, a fork, napkins, and a medium drink.
Now; anyone who has ever dined at Lion’s Choice is aware of two key factors: they have the best ice, and cups of any place, hands-down. A drink from Lion’s Choice is not just a means to quench thirst and provide a certain level of hydration, but an escape for 40% of your body’s senses. The taste is one of extreme freshness, and the feeling of the crushed ice within your mouth is pure bliss. Therefore, despite what liquid is contained within the walls of that Styrofoam vessel, it is sure to be an experience, not just a drink.
As the stranger passed through the door something happened causing her tray to become unbalanced. And with a SPLAT that Styrofoam cup hit the pavement, leaving a splattering of liquid all over. The lid and straw combination landed inches away from the cup, whose bottom had busted out with the impact. Ice was strewn about and the splattering of liquid quickly increased in size with each passing second.
The look on the woman’s face was one of shock in response to the event that just transpired. Her face quickly morphed into one of embarrassment, and sadness. The woman was reminded of the fact that it was lunch time in downtown St. Louis on the day of a Cardinals home game. She shuffled about trying to right the wrong she perceived she just committed. What most of us saw as an accident; she probably viewed as a travesty to those around her. No one offered the stranger any assistance. Steps were lengthened to avoid the splatter; shuffles were made to accommodate the large puddle of liquid and ice. As the woman stooped to pick up the cup and the lid/straw apparatus, she struggled to maintain balance of the tray containing her remaining, intact, salad, utensils, and napkins.
After shepherding the remnants of her beverage into a nearby trashcan, she made her way to a table to take refuge against the stream of people she once battled to clear her mess. She did not return indoors to gain another drink, but settled for what was left of her lunch and –I hope- vowed to enjoy what was left.
Shortly after taking her seat at the table, a woman –most likely a co-worker because they had matching name plates affixed to their blouses- sat down at the table with the stranger that had now pirated my thoughts.
Who is she? Where does she work? Did she get treated like crap at work today by complete strangers like I do every day? Does she like her job? How long has she been there? Does she like the woman sitting with her or is she just a convenient lunch date? What has her life been like? Are both of her parents still alive? What is it like to have your parents die before you? Are her shoes as comfortable as they look, because they better be to be that ugly?
About thirty seconds after her drink splattered atop the pavement I had already sub-consciously decided that I was going to replace that drink for her if she didn’t do so herself. So it was decided. She did not replace the drink that she had vowed to enjoy when she passed her hard earned money across the counter after ordering, so I was.
Shortly after the strangers lunch date made their self comfortable at their table, I had finished my grilled cheese and apple. I packed up the few items I had removed from my bag during my lunch, gathered my refuge from the meal, deposited it into the proper receptacle, and made my way to the cross walk. I was moments away from an interaction with a complete stranger that could either make me look like a caring stranger, or a complete weirdo.
My brain quickly commandeered and erased the feelings my conscious activated. Colin, what the hell are you doing? This woman is going to think you’re a freakin’ weirdo. She’ll take one look at that cup and wonder what you put in it. Why the hell are you going to spend your money on a complete stranger? You’re stupid, just take your ass back to the Hilton and move on. If she wanted a drink so damn bad she would have gone in there and got a new one.
“Excuse me” said the lady who was in line behind me at the crosswalk.
This was her polite way of making me away that foot traffic was moving. The signal had changed alerting us we had permission to cross the street with caution.
Before I knew it I was across the street, and had found my way inside Lion’s Choice taking a place in line to order. The line progressed quickly and within minutes I had passed my Visa over to the woman behind the counter to pay $1.78 for a new cup. Yet this was more than just a cup. This was a vessel that contained what the woman had once possessed. This hollow piece of Styrofoam was a visual reminder of a gracious act.
Within my hand I grasped a cup that had the potential to change the course of a stranger’s day.
I proceeded to place a straw and lid within the walls of cup; all while wishing I knew what the woman was intending to drink so I could make the act even more complete. I thought to myself: I bet she had Diet Coke or Iced Tea, after all she is eating a salad. Why would she ruin the health of a salad with something like regular Coke or Dr. Pepper?
I opened to portal to the outdoors and made a sharp left to make my way to the woman’s table. As I made the turn a sharp breeze began to flow and I was forced to close my eyes to protect them from the debris that swirled about. The breeze quickly calmed, and I was able to open my eyes revealing that I was less than 10 feet from the alien that had monopolized my thoughts for the past 7-10 minutes.
“Excuse me, I was sitting across the street at St. Louis Bread Company” I said as I gestured to the table that once served as my respite from the day thus far.
“I couldn’t help but notice that you had dropped your drink on the ground. I thought that I would get this for you to replace it.” With that I passed the woman her new cup and flashed a smile.
“Really?” she questioned as her face contorted to display a level of shock just as she had when the drink she possessed met its demise, on the cement.
“Yeah,” I said, “I just felt bad, and I just wanted to do this for you to let you know I cared.”
“Thank you so much!” the stranger uttered, as she looked up at me, catching the sun in her eyes causing a quick squint to cross her brow.
And as quickly as it all had happened, it was over.
Tune in tomorrow for Volume 1 Issue 4 where I will discuss my views on Paying it Forward…with 18%APR.
It’s 12:08am and this is Colin.Always. As always, telling you to keep it classy.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
If you want a damn job use your brain
Volume 1 Issue 2
So recently I have had the daunting task of trying to hire 2 new employees at the hospital. One position is for a part-time, possibly full-time, Client Care Representative; and the other is for a part-time assistant . My current CCR has started attending vet tech school and is unavailable a vast majority of the day. Then my current assistant has decided to go full time at the local Animal Emergency Clinic. Thus, the process of hiring begins. It is-and always has been- extremely stressful. It is so hard to judge someone by just a piece of paper; yet it must be done.
I posted an ad on Craigslist.org Tuesday of last week at 9am and also posted the information on my Facebook page so all of my fellow vet friends could see the opportunity. I figured that I would get a few responses that day, and gain a few more during the week. Well, by 11am I had received a total of 47 resumes. So, within 2 hours I had 47; that's more than 20 an hour, almost 1 resume every 3 minutes! I was excited, but my excitement quickly faded to stress and fear at the task that lie ahead.
After looking at about 10 submissions -most a cover letter of some sort and a resume- it became evident that the rate of submission was not going to be enough for me to find the person i needed. I was astounded, disgusted, and ashamed at some of the resumes I had to read. So, as a favor to the world -many of which I believe are currently looking for a job- I am going to tell you just a few things that us managers look for in a resume.
So recently I have had the daunting task of trying to hire 2 new employees at the hospital. One position is for a part-time, possibly full-time, Client Care Representative; and the other is for a part-time assistant . My current CCR has started attending vet tech school and is unavailable a vast majority of the day. Then my current assistant has decided to go full time at the local Animal Emergency Clinic. Thus, the process of hiring begins. It is-and always has been- extremely stressful. It is so hard to judge someone by just a piece of paper; yet it must be done.
I posted an ad on Craigslist.org Tuesday of last week at 9am and also posted the information on my Facebook page so all of my fellow vet friends could see the opportunity. I figured that I would get a few responses that day, and gain a few more during the week. Well, by 11am I had received a total of 47 resumes. So, within 2 hours I had 47; that's more than 20 an hour, almost 1 resume every 3 minutes! I was excited, but my excitement quickly faded to stress and fear at the task that lie ahead.
After looking at about 10 submissions -most a cover letter of some sort and a resume- it became evident that the rate of submission was not going to be enough for me to find the person i needed. I was astounded, disgusted, and ashamed at some of the resumes I had to read. So, as a favor to the world -many of which I believe are currently looking for a job- I am going to tell you just a few things that us managers look for in a resume.
First of all, your cover letter should not consist the following:
- Exclamation points- I don't care how excited you claim to be about any damn opportunity, this is a business relationship and should be regarded as such
- Misspelled words- If you are going to misspell a word on your resume -the most important document in your life next to a diploma- then I sure as hell don't want you working for me, effing up all of my shit
- Assumptions that the individual reading your cover letter is a female. I have a penis, I am a he, sir, or gentleman. By you making assumptions it only shows that you are narrow minded in thought, even when you necessarily may not be.
- Lengthy explanations on how fantastic you are at your present/most recent employer. I will the judge of that. I will call references and see what your actual employer has to say, and let them tell me if you are/were a fantastic employee.
Your cover letter should be brief and to the point. A full page letter is not going to work with my schedule. I want to be able to look at your resume, and cover letter in less than 60 seconds. If it looks good, I will set it in the keep pile, and look at it again.
Your resume is the only thing a future employer has to see your experience, education, skills, and goal without having to talk to you. Yet, within that sheet of paper, your future employer can gain a wealth of knowledge about you as a person.
- Your attention to detail is evident in your resume. Just like a cover letter if something is misspelled don't even bother waiting for a response from your submission. If you are too damn lazy to proof your resume you are obviously to stupid to work for me.
- Who the hell taught you that it's okay for your resume to be 4 pages? Whoever taught you that is a damn idiot and should be ashamed of themselves for even spreading that filthy knowledge. What makes you think I have time to read 4 pages of bullshit? A RESUME SHOULD BE NO MORE THAN 1 PAGE. You're going to have to hit key points and achievements at your past jobs. I don't need to know everything you did and what your responsibilities were.
- No where in a resume do you place past salary.
- No where in a resume do you place abbreviations for degrees, certifications, or organizations. I'm not a damn infinite wealth of knowledge. I don't know what the hell a TCCAC is or who the f*** WKFOA is. Are you stupid? If you abbreviate on a resume then yes, yes you are.
- I want education. Resumes should ALWAYS contain educational information.
- It is of no interest to me your hobbies, kids names, what your spouse/significant other does for a living, or what you do on your free time. That shit does not go on a resume. Focus on getting hired first, not being my friend.
- Where in the great book of life skills does it tell you to have no format? Resumes have a format. If you need to know it then you're not qualified for the job. That should be something you learned in school and valuable information you retained and will retain until your senile ass is doped up on Aricept, trying to not crap your Depends in the nursing home. I would like to take this time to thank my lovely High School English Teacher Mrs. Suzanne Rainey for instilling me with the skills needed to succeed in business.
- Pictures, clip-art, borders, crazy ass fonts, or signatures. What?!? Seriously?
- Your commitment is displayed. If you are bouncing from job to job that looks sketchy. I don't care if you had a baby within three months of getting a job and you left, it looks HORRIBLE on a resume. Your potential employer will only suspect the worst when we see that you were employed from 2006-2007, or even worse, 2006-2006. What the hell is wrong with you that you can't keep a job for longer than a year? Assumptions are made in the submission of your resume, and those assumptions are all a future employer has to go on.
To follow-up on that last point. It is hard to find a job, it is hard to find the job you want. It is even harder to find the job you will love for the rest of your life. Yet, you cannot always settle for a job. There are times where you have to do what you have to do to get the bills paid; yet this should not mean you go apply at a job you know you may leave in 6 months. Who the hell are you to waste an employers time on training when you know you're just going to leave? If you make the employer aware of the fact you are not intending to stay long-term and they still hire you, then great. But you should never withhold the fact that you are only working there to pay bills until a better opportunity comes along. I don't care if it's McDonald's, or picking up cigarette butts up off the floor of a whore house, never in all the days of this world do you have the right and privilege to waste an employers time.
The business world is hard. I never imagined that the atmosphere of the business world would be so, but it is. You have to know what you want, know how to get it, and have the balls to get it.
When I posted the job information on my Facebook page, my dear friend Stephanie expressed interest in the position, but followed up with, "I'm interested, but I don't want to be selfish if others need it that are unemployed. Let me know if others don't work out!"
My answer to Stephanie was:
"There is no such thing as selfish in the business world, You seize the opportunity and if others miss out then they didn't act soon enough. If it's something you want in life you have to go for it, you can't sit around and wait for opportunities to come to you. When an opportunity arises that you thing would be an excellent opportunity or something "you've always wanted to do", you have to act upon it and hope for the best, if it doesn't work out then at least you tried and you can feel confident in that fact. It's when we sit around and let opportunities pass us by when we become sloth."
So, there it is. Sit on that little golden nugget for awhile and, if after 24 hours you still need some explanation, shoot me a comment, and I'll get back to you.
Good luck to all of you trying to find a job. If you need help with your resume, or cover letter, let me know. I'll help you as much as I can.
It's 12 o'clock a.m. and this is Colin.Always. Always.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Introduction to ColinAlways
So, here it is, my very first blog, my very first post on blogspot. Consider this Volume 1 Issue 1.
For those of you wondering, "Why the heck are you starting a blog?" The answer is simple: Someone told me to. No, but seriously; I have always known that I am opinionated, and have strong opinions about many facets of life. I like to think that most of my opinions are the same as many people, but they're to afraid to say it out loud.
Sure, sometimes they things I say don't need to be said out loud, but I figure it's my page, it's my life, and it's my opinion. I am not asking anyone to agree with them, and quite frankly I don't care if you don't agree with me, if you're offended by my opinion, or you think my opinion is outlandish or assanin. I have a solution for you if that is the way you feel.....DON'T READ MY PAGE! Plain and simple.
This being said I will tell you right now, that -not only during my VMA facebook updates- I am often compared to Perez Hilton and Chelsea Lately. Hence the reason I chose to name my page Colin Always. I am simply that, Colin. Always. So if you know anything about either of those individuals you will get a little hint at my views and opinions towards certain things.
Also, I will warn you now that I do cuss, I do call things like I see it, and I do love Jesus. I feel I am entilted to my opinion, but should not be and will not be punished for having them. I am a forgiven individual. No, I do not think I can do anything I want and be welcomed to Heaven anytime no questions asked; but I do believe that God gives us the freedom of choice and I do know the limits and extent of "Freedom in Christ".
So I hope you all enjoy my new blog. Tomorrow I will post Volume 1 Issue 2, of ColinAlways.
For those of you wondering, "Why the heck are you starting a blog?" The answer is simple: Someone told me to. No, but seriously; I have always known that I am opinionated, and have strong opinions about many facets of life. I like to think that most of my opinions are the same as many people, but they're to afraid to say it out loud.
Sure, sometimes they things I say don't need to be said out loud, but I figure it's my page, it's my life, and it's my opinion. I am not asking anyone to agree with them, and quite frankly I don't care if you don't agree with me, if you're offended by my opinion, or you think my opinion is outlandish or assanin. I have a solution for you if that is the way you feel.....DON'T READ MY PAGE! Plain and simple.
This being said I will tell you right now, that -not only during my VMA facebook updates- I am often compared to Perez Hilton and Chelsea Lately. Hence the reason I chose to name my page Colin Always. I am simply that, Colin. Always. So if you know anything about either of those individuals you will get a little hint at my views and opinions towards certain things.
Also, I will warn you now that I do cuss, I do call things like I see it, and I do love Jesus. I feel I am entilted to my opinion, but should not be and will not be punished for having them. I am a forgiven individual. No, I do not think I can do anything I want and be welcomed to Heaven anytime no questions asked; but I do believe that God gives us the freedom of choice and I do know the limits and extent of "Freedom in Christ".
So I hope you all enjoy my new blog. Tomorrow I will post Volume 1 Issue 2, of ColinAlways.
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