so...
I know that I said I was closing this blog, but I couldn't resist and reopened a new one here. It's a different blog, but there's still a connection--ME. It's just me at a different phase in life. :)
a sort of kludgy lodging place for my life
I know that I said I was closing this blog, but I couldn't resist and reopened a new one here. It's a different blog, but there's still a connection--ME. It's just me at a different phase in life. :)
This blog has suited me just fine over the last couple of years, but as I have a VERY tiny circle of readers, I have decided to stop posting at this location. Thank you for faithfully reading and never posting comments. ;) If you are absolutely DESPARATE to keep up with the personal details of my life, my revelations, and my self-deprecating sense of humor, leave a comment, and I may end up re-directing you.
Labels: blogging
Dear Supermodels the world over,
The thing about success is that it is in the eye of the beholder. A small business owner in Lebanon, South Dakota, feels successful when her hometown baker manages to stay afloat. Donald Trump feels successful when he manages to secure a good 25% of the US in new real estate purchases. A local high schooler feels successful when he nails his audition and winds up on the community theatre stage. Meg Ryan feels successful when she puts out a film that does not stem from the romantic comedy genre all while claiming her much deserved, long awaited Oscar.
I, Quesse Lome, missionary kid extraordinaire, global travel expert with a forte in cross-cultural communications, interviewed at Microsoft today. Yes, yes, I did. What's more is that I think they liked me. (Apparently, my background in residence assistance helped out!) The only problem is that the position doesn't start until August 5... :-S
I've never been super patriotic about being American--let's face it, I grew up elsewhere--but there's something kind of wholesome about a day on which we celebrate our independence and freedom. Granted, I have no idea what it was actually like to be one of those early American colonists, but I can understand desiring freedom. After all, if we did not live in a free-ish country, I would feel, well, like this:
I checked--again--the requirements for ministerial credentials through a certain denomination. I don't meet them...at all. Ok, so the basics I do meet--born again, part of a church, etc.--but I fail at the technicalities. Pretty much...I doubt that I'll ever be a licensed minister with denomination x.
[By the way, the subject line was the all-time best line I have ever heard one of my girlfriends say.]
Labels: emotions, food, relationships, the heart
I woke up this morning with a bad case of nerves. About seven hours from now, I have an interview at US Bank in downtown Kirkland. Of all the job hunting I did yesterday, this was my most solid lead. I also, technically, have an informational session that I should attend in downtown Seattle for an NPO that pays $20/hr for an entry level position and provides benefits for its full-time employees.
Labels: job stuff