Today David got a new toy for taking a nap at school.
Today’s prompt from Shimelle is: Write about your first job and ask
your blog readers to share their first job stories too.
Another interesting one for me. In Turkey, it’s not common for teenagers
to work like it is in the US. So I never had a real paying job until I
moved to the US. It all depends what first job means to you. The first
time I got paid for doing something was proofreading for the college
newspaper. The first “corporate” job I had was for Bell Laboratories my
Junior year in college. I was a programmer. And the first
“real/fulltime” job I had was as a programmer at Goldman Sachs. Most of
my career has been about programming or managing people who are. Now I
manage products and not people, but it’s still about the code I suppose.
I had a brief period where I taught 5th grade which was the most
interesting and the most dreadful year of my life.
So I guess, career-wise, my life hasn’t been incredibly interesting. But
it’s also not horribly boring. Something in between. I’ve almost always
been lucky enough to work for reputable companies and with intelligent
people. I can’t ask for more.
Well I can. But not yet.
1. Realizing that Jake filled up my gas tank so I don’t have to do it.
2. Taking a walk with David, our first in a while.
3. A phone call that might be the beginning of a dream come true.
4. Chat with the always kind and supportive Fran
5. Jen helping me come up with a good idea, thanks Jen!
6. Having a generous and kind manager
We took a walk today. First in a long while.
Two generous giveaways from A Million Memories: here
and here.
Really awesome papers. Come play!
Today’s prompt from Shimelle is: Tell your blog readers about your
favourite game.
This was an interesting one for me. I used to love playing games.
Backgammon. Bridge. Scrabble. Cards. But since I met Jake, we play
almost nothing. Backgammon really really rarely and every now and then I
meet with my Google friends to play Mahjongg (which I do love). And even
more rarely, I play board games with my friend Cole. But I do miss
playing games. Especially cards. I’ve always liked them. I need to find
a way to bring this back into my life.
I decided to start a new daily practice. Small things I am thankful for
each day.
1. Cole sharing his jellybeans with me.
2. A wonderful book from Ty as a gift for David (and me).
3. The kazoo I got from Big Picture Scrapbooking and watching David play
it with so much joy.
4. An understanding and kind husband on a day when I am grouchy and
moody. Everyday, really, but appreciated even more deeply on these days.
5. A new painting lesson waiting to be watched.
When I lived in New York, on my way home from the subway, there was this
art store. In the window were these wooden men. I looked at them with
awe every day. I wanted one. Badly. After months of deliberation, I
finally got one.
Then I had no idea what to do with it.
Today, as I was taking photos, I saw how it’s sitting behind my monitor,
seen by no one, doing nothing. And it reminded me of how badly I wanted
it. Back then.
Big Picture Scrapbooking sent kazoos to everyone in the “Have More Fun”
class. David took to it immediately and has not let it go since.
And finally. This is for catalyst
nineteen at creative therapy. This week’s about one of your quirks.
I never learned how to really drive until I was thirty. I left Turkey
before the legal age to get a license (eighteen) and then went to
college where I didn’t need a car. And then I lived in New York for
seven years, where, again, you didn’t need a car. So I was almost thirty
by the time we moved to San Diego where you couldn’t do anything without
a car. Let me be the first to say that learning to drive at thirty is
not the same as when you’re sixteen and dying to have some freedom. It’s
scary.
So here we are, four years later, and now I can drive. Well, just
barely. I still don’t get on the freeway. I am still pretty nervous.
But, I can go to work, to the library, and grocery store. I can also go
to David’s doctor’s and mine. That’s about all I need. For now at least.
OH, have I mentioned I can’t ride a bike either? Yes, I know. I am
transportation-challenged. Then again, I can walk just fine.
Most of the time.
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