Grab life by the horns, right?
Today I interview for a Service Manager position with Wells Fargo. Before I left for Pennsylvania, I told my manager that when I got back I would be looking and applying for any Service Manager 1 positions that were open in our area. She said I had her support and that would be fine. It's been over a month since that conversation and for the first time there were 3 openings in relatively nearby areas for the position I wanted.
So in between customers I compiled my resume for the applications and applied for the positions with my fingers crossed. Both of my bosses supported the process I was going through.
Just two hours after I submitted my applications I got a call from a Wells Fargo recruiter with some initial questions. Three hours after that conversation, I got a call from one of the branches to set up an interview.
And that brings us to today at 2 p.m. Everyone kept asking me if I was nervous for the interview and while I'm not walking in there like I own the place, I'm confident in the work I do. Most importantly, though, I'm confident in me. I didn't need to hear my managers tell me that they think that I'll do well at the position to take the step to apply for it. I didn't need to have someone tell me I should start applying. I'm confident that I will do a great job with this opportunity and, while it is nice to hear it from people, I don't need anyone to tell me.
I have a co-worker and friend who asked if I would be mad if they applied for the same positions. I kind of looked at her cross eyed and asked why and how could I be mad? It's her career choice and who I am to be like, "NO! These are my opportunities! MINE!" However, whereas she wanted to hear that I thought she would do well at the position, I didn't. It's shit or get off the pot, as my mom and grandma would say.
So send me positive thoughts as I tackle the interview today. The biggest thing on my mind is putting together a good outfit and getting my car out of my apartment parking lot by 11 for the sweeper to come through. Other than that, I have myself on lockdown.
What is meant to be will be. If I've learned nothing else in the past year, it's that.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Only me...
This has been an especially frustrating morning.
After starting my car I realized after a quick glance at my keys that my parking pass to the University of Minnesota was missing. Did I mention I was starting my car to go to the last day of classes? I frantically searched my apartment, the area around my car, the areas I had been since last I saw the pass, and to no avail was left with a running car and nowhere to go in it. I called my parents, my boyfriend, my work, but no one had seen the elusive parking pass.
Did I mention that my mailbox key and another spare key are attached to it?
After a quick email to my professors about my unexpected morning drama, I opened my personal email to see my billing statement for my cable had come in. Two weeks ago I waited during my scheduled appointment time for a call that the cable installer had arrived and would be installing my cable shortly. That never happened. Thinking that I perhaps had gotten the time and date of the appointment wrong, I waited for a phone call the following week only to find out that my appointment apparently didn't exist.
What did exist, though, was a charge for the cable that I did not have and the services that were not installed. I called Charter, trying to keep myself calm for what has turned out to be an incredibly frustrating morning. When the representative told me that, no, they had it marked that everything was complete, I had to control myself as I replied, "Sir, I am staring at my internet modem, which should not be here. I'm also staring at my television, which has no box. I know you've never been to my place before, but I can see everything by turning in a circle. There is no cable box, and there is an internet modem. So if you aren't going to do anything about it, please stop charging me for a phantom box and internet that I cancelled."
He promptly started throwing out times and dates for the install--none of which worked with my schedule. We finally chanced upon a time that would work for the install but it's still so frustrating. I shouldn't have to be sitting through this again and I certainly don't think that I should be having to pay for their mistake.
Anyway, I now have to email my apartment complex to see what I need to do (and what fee I need to pay) to get a replacement mailbox key. I'll also have to look at the U's parking map to see where I should be parking for my three finals on campus next week.
Despite all that, I'm looking forward to Jeff's performance tonight and watching Pax lunge at the birds outside the window. She certainly fancies herself a top huntress.
Keeping the fantastic Daisy and her fantastic parents in my thoughts and prayers. Pax sends her love as well.
After starting my car I realized after a quick glance at my keys that my parking pass to the University of Minnesota was missing. Did I mention I was starting my car to go to the last day of classes? I frantically searched my apartment, the area around my car, the areas I had been since last I saw the pass, and to no avail was left with a running car and nowhere to go in it. I called my parents, my boyfriend, my work, but no one had seen the elusive parking pass.
Did I mention that my mailbox key and another spare key are attached to it?
After a quick email to my professors about my unexpected morning drama, I opened my personal email to see my billing statement for my cable had come in. Two weeks ago I waited during my scheduled appointment time for a call that the cable installer had arrived and would be installing my cable shortly. That never happened. Thinking that I perhaps had gotten the time and date of the appointment wrong, I waited for a phone call the following week only to find out that my appointment apparently didn't exist.
What did exist, though, was a charge for the cable that I did not have and the services that were not installed. I called Charter, trying to keep myself calm for what has turned out to be an incredibly frustrating morning. When the representative told me that, no, they had it marked that everything was complete, I had to control myself as I replied, "Sir, I am staring at my internet modem, which should not be here. I'm also staring at my television, which has no box. I know you've never been to my place before, but I can see everything by turning in a circle. There is no cable box, and there is an internet modem. So if you aren't going to do anything about it, please stop charging me for a phantom box and internet that I cancelled."
He promptly started throwing out times and dates for the install--none of which worked with my schedule. We finally chanced upon a time that would work for the install but it's still so frustrating. I shouldn't have to be sitting through this again and I certainly don't think that I should be having to pay for their mistake.
Anyway, I now have to email my apartment complex to see what I need to do (and what fee I need to pay) to get a replacement mailbox key. I'll also have to look at the U's parking map to see where I should be parking for my three finals on campus next week.
Despite all that, I'm looking forward to Jeff's performance tonight and watching Pax lunge at the birds outside the window. She certainly fancies herself a top huntress.
Keeping the fantastic Daisy and her fantastic parents in my thoughts and prayers. Pax sends her love as well.
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