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Grown-up Job Advice

Tuesday, July 6th, 2010

Bud is gainfully employed!  He starts his first real post college job next Monday.  HAPPY DANCES all around.

In honor of such an occasion (… and Jakesters graduation too) I’ve put together a list of my thoughts regarding simple straightforward advice for anyone starting full-time employment.

But I’m sure I haven’t covered it all.  YOU OUT THERE, I would be thrilled to hear your advice to a new just-graduated-from-college hire.  Please leave your tips in the comment section, and I will compile them all, laminate them, and hang them around Bud’s neck as he skips off to his first day of real life.

  1. You are on a job interview.  All the time.
  2. For the first six months:  arrive early, stay late, do not take a sick day.
  3. Listen much.  Speak little.  (Bud will have lots of trouble with this one.)
  4. Help anyone who asks, no matter their position in the company.
  5. Ask everyone their name and call them by such.
  6. Every person you encounter may have an impact on your NEXT job.
  7. Dress well.
  8. Smile, make eye contact, have a firm handshake.
  9. Bring donuts (cookies, fruit, whatever) to the office.
  10. If given an opportunity to shine, TAKE IT.
  11. Ask questions.
  12. Remain calm and unfazed in the face of tension.  Or in the face of anything else.  Folks flock towards calm and unfazed.
  13. Be organized.  Keep your office tidy.  (But not too much so… lest people think you uptight.)
  14. Make your office space a place you can enjoy… music, coffee, pictures.  But don’t irritate the neighbors.
  15. Company teams?  Happy Hours?  Get-togethers?  Go to them.  And enjoy.

What else, people?

Freak.

Saturday, September 26th, 2009

Frank.  Take away the N, add an E, and you get FREAK.  Want proof?  Here you go:

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AUBS!’ boyfriend, Frank Freak, was here last weekend.  We had a delightful time Saturday night with SweetGuy’s sister, Singing Sally’s clan, DustMeister, Jacob B, and Magoo.  We were sad to miss a few of our regulars in our midst, but that didn’t stop us from having fun with the Freak.

We first took him on in a 4 on 1 game of basketball… where we were allowed to foul him as much as we wanted.

He won.

Later after a game of H-O-R-S-E that mostly showed off how woefully bad at basketball most of us are, someone challenged the Freak to jump over AUBS! and score a basket.  It took him a few tries, but of course he did it.

Here’s what I’d like to say about the Freak.  There’s something I admire about him far greater than his athletic ability.  It’s his attitude and humbleness.  Amidst our 4 on 1 game where we were all pummeling him, not metaphorically pummeling – I’m talking physically smacking him, and smack-talking and enthusiastically cheering every score of our own, he just took the ball and scored, always with a smile on his face.  And, then did it again.  And, again.  In the end, when he won, he just smiled and handed the ball back.

And, during the game of H-O-R-S-E, he could have SO EASILY just picked us all off one by one.  I mean the difference between his talent and all the others of us playing was gigantic.  But, rather than picking us off, he took preposterous shot after preposterous shot… missing most, thus not putting any pressure on the person that followed him.

If I was a mentor, I would tell athletes to act EXACTLY like the Freak.

And, next time we play 4 on 1, I propose we tie the Freak’s left hand behind his back.  No, I’m not kidding.  And, yes, I think he’ll win.

If so, then we shall tie both hands behind his back.  And, we still get to foul him.

Miss Grace

Monday, September 21st, 2009

GRACE  has a birthday today.  She is 19. 

She is another one of those youngins who left us a few weeks ago.  She is at a small college about five hours from here, so I don’t expect we’ll see her until Thanksgiving at least, which makes those of us left behind very sad.

I miss teasing her. 

I miss purposefully leaving a few seconds on the microwave timer  – in order to drive her crazy.  I miss leaving pictures just slightly askew  – just to drive her crazy.  I miss relentlessly harassing her about calling me Mrs and not by my first name  – and driving her crazy.  I miss showing her that we have food products stored beneath our sink next to our cleaning products – and driving her crazy.

Clearly, she must miss us too.

She is one of our favorite people in the whole world, and though I don’t get why she cares to hang around our family, I hope she knows she will always be a part of it.  And, in honor of her, I’m going to do a little installment of IF I WAS A MENTOR with special focus on those off at college on their own for the first time ever:

  • It’s a different experience for everyone.  Don’t compare your experience to others.  Some adjust in 14 seconds, and others take much longer.  Either way is OK.
  • As my delightful niece Emmy so eloquently put to Magoo the other evening, it takes TIME to make CLOSE friends.  It will happen.
  • Always go to class.  Unless you have the swine flu.  Then don’t go to class.  And wash your hands.
  • Always work hard, BUT don’t put too much pressure on yourself to be perfect.  It is just a grade.  It is not life and death.
  • Enjoy these years.  Don’t live your life waiting for the next stage.  These years are unique to anything you will ever experience again.
  • Don’t hesitate to ask for help, for any reason.  We ALL need it.
  • There will be high highs and low lows.  Soak in the highs.  Know that the lows won’t last.
  • Don’t be afraid to change your course.  Your future is wide open.  If deep in your heart, you know you are not headed in the right direction, now’s the time to alter your direction.
  • Take your vitamins.
  • Join stuff.
  • And here’s one not intended for most college students, but may apply to Grace in particular:  If you decide to get a tattoo, two things to remember, wait at least 24 hours, and do not tattoo your face.

We love you Grace, but you know that don’t you?  Not everyone receives a rendition of Happy Birthday over Skype accompanied by Berzerker, as you did this evening.  You must be special.

Happy Birthday old woman!!

Why I call him SweetGuy

Thursday, September 11th, 2008

It’s probably not a mystery, is it?  But he really is that sweet.  Nanni had a pretty icky last 36 hours because of a biopsy and collapsed lung.  Thankfully she’s OK now and we are praying for a clean report.  During the time that I was at the hospital with her, here are just a few of the texts I received from SweetGuy:

“Thanks for the update.  Do you need or want me out there?”

“Do you need me to take her in tomorrow?

“Thanks for the update.  How is she doing emotionally?”

“Do you want me to bring you guys some lunch?”

If I were a mentor, I would tell people to take a page from SweetGuy’s book.  Little (and completely genuine) offers of support mean so much.  He’s one of the best there is at this, and I’m sure he’ll be embarassed by me posting this, but what makes it that much more special is that he never advertises these offers.  Some people, probably me included if I were being honest, might make offers but then we take the opportunity to tell others what we’ve done, so while the offer is real, we sort of want the praise and accolades too.  Not SweetGuy, seriously.  On a pretty regular basis I’ll hear someone else tell me something SweetGuy has done for them that I had no idea he did.  He doesn’t even tell me about it.  He’s not in it for the glory.  He’s just that sweet and I am INCREDIBLY blessed to be his wife.

Overachiever

Sunday, August 31st, 2008

I myself am an overachiever, as a matter of fact.  How many times have you gotten yourself out of bed today?  Just one, you say?  Me, I’ve done it THREE times.  Yep, that’s two naps for me.  I’m taking the day of rest suggestion to heart today, that’s for sure.

Our pastor spoke about speaking words of encouragement today.  And, it got me thinking, has someone said something specific to me once upon a time that really impacted or changed the direction of my life?  I’m sure it’s happened many times, but one that I can remember specifically was another pastor years ago reciting the following quote by Charles Swindoll:

The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, the education, the money, than circumstances, than failure, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. It will make or break a company… a church… a home. The remarkable thing is we have a choice everyday regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past… we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude. I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% of how I react to it. And so it is with you… we are in charge of our Attitudes.

Is that not cool?

Now, leave me alone.  Get away from my blog.  I have a bad attitude, and I’m sure I need a nap.

 

 

 

A New Day

Tuesday, August 19th, 2008

There are big changes looming on the horizon for a lot of young people around here. Folks like Magoo, Grace, EL, DustMeister, and the White Rose are starting their senior year. Others, like AUBS!, Bud, and Emmy are entering a new school. So, in an installment of IF I WAS A MENTOR, here are a few thoughts for you all:

  • Seniors – enjoy every moment of this year.  Don’t wish it away.  This is a year like no other before, and maybe no other again.  You are part of a special group – your senior class.  This group will always have these years and experiences in common.  Everything will change the moment this year is over.  That’s OK, because it’s the way life works and you will be ready to move on.  But, you will never have what you have now ever again.  So soak it up. 
  • New kids on the block – it’s a scary thing starting fresh in a new place.  Recognize that in the beginning, it may be a little uncomfortable and uneasy at best, and downright depressing at worse.  Don’t sweat the bad stuff, just know it WILL get better.  Not just better… it will be great soon.  Don’t worry about being new.  Everyone else has been there at some point and they want to help you, so don’t hesitate to ask. 
  • Seniors – you’ve got HUGE decisions to make this year.  How do you make the right one?  Pray about it, seek advice, follow your heart but pay attention to your brain.
  • Newbies – get involved!  Right out of the starting blocks.  Find something that you have an interest in and join it.  And wherever you are, make sure you are a part of a group of Christians.  We cannot maintain spiritual strength without support. 
  • Seniors – Pass it on.  Be mentors yourself.  You need to know and believe (because it’s true!) that those younger than you are looking up to you and you can affect their lives.  Make a point of affecting them well.
  • First-timers – You’re starting anew, make it count.  Study hard.  Reach out.  Be approachable.  Seek the Lord.  Practice smart habits.  Smile.  Ask questions.  Don’t procrastinate.  Be steady.  Feel the joy.

I’m so excited for all that is ahead of you.  I love giving advice, but I have a little confession.  My advice is based on nothing that I ever did right.  My personal achievement that I was most proud of my senior year was the fact that I never attended an entire week of school.  It was an impressive goal, no?  And when I had to start anew?  I usually walked through the halls with my head down and sat in the back of the class hoping no one would notice me.  You all are so much cooler and smarter.  So, listen up!  Do what I say, not what I did.

The Integrity of Dodgeball

Thursday, May 8th, 2008

You learn a great deal about a guy/girl by watching them play dodgeball.  I don’t pay attention to how they throw, or leap, or dive — though those can be entertaining for sure — I pay attention to how they get out.  Or rather how they react to being hit by an opponents ball, and should be out.

Ever since the youth group has had access to a gym, dodgeball has become the default game of choice for the group.  Though not every single person in the group likes it, most of them do.  And with the high tech balls that don’t really hurt, just about anyone of any skill level can participate.  

There are basically two types of players — those who unfailingly call themselves out when they are hit.  And those who do not.   Man, do I have a ton of respect for those that do.  They will get whiffed by a ball where it will barely touch them and in such a fast game, they could easily say “Didn’t hit me” but they don’t.  They toss their ball and walk to the sideline — every time. 

The ones that don’t?  Well, they usually get hit, do a quick glance back and forth acting as if they are just watching for a throw to come at them from anywhere on the court, but in reality, they are checking to see if someone else witnessed the hit.  Sometimes the opponent will yell at the pretender ”You’re out!”  Pretender typically protests or pretends he/she doesn’t hear. 

I’m not here to talk about the Pretenders.  I am here to talk about the ones who are demonstrating integrity.  I’ll call them the Integriters.  Believe it or not, I just this minute made up that word.  Integriters would rather be honest than win.  Integriters would rather lose fairly than win unfairly.  Integriters value truth and trust more than competition.  This is not to say that Integriters are less competitive than Pretenders, because they are not.  I see lots of very competitive Integriters. 

These young Integriters and Pretenders (I’s & P’s) might not realize it yet, but they are setting the tone for their lives, even as they play dodgeball.  How do others view you?  Do they view you as a person of integrity, one who can be trusted, one who is honest?  Do you know it’s a documented fact that integrity and trust characteristics take the longest to establish in our relationships, and are the quickest to be torn down?   An I can become a P overnight, but never the other way around. 

There’s great reasons to be an Integriter.  Even in dodgeball.  Over time, even though its unspoken, players know who is an Integriter and who is a Pretender.  No one ever yells at an Integriter that he/she is out.  Maybe it’s a close call, but the Integriter isn’t questioned because everyone knows if he/she had gotten hit, they’d call themselves out.  But, oh, does it go way beyond dodgeball.  A person of integrity is more likely to succeed in their relationships, thus succeed in their overall life.  Lack of trust kills relationships.  Trust brings relationships to life.  Right or wrong, I have observed these kids and formed personal opinions about them.  Ten years from now if I happen to interview one of them for a job or, lets make the stakes even higher, one of them wants to have my daughters hand in marriage — I may not remember how they played dodgeball, but I will have a feeling about whether this person is overall the Real Deal, or not so much, and it may have all boiled down to how they played dodgeball. 

Awkward transition here, but not really.  Do you know what I love about the Bible?  It’s teaching is so right on and relevant to living in our world today.  Integrity is huge, right?!  One of my favorite verses in the Bible about integrity is James 5:12 which states “…. let your ‘Yes’ be ‘Yes’, and your ‘No’ be ‘No’…”  Don’t compromise.

By the way, in case anyone from youth group reads this, the reason I thought to post this today is because we had about 25-30 kids playing dodgeball last night and I was taken aback by how many Integriters I saw.  It was awesome. 

(We’ll call this post IF I WAS A MENTOR – Installment III)

Say something nice first

Monday, May 5th, 2008

IF I WAS A MENTOR – Installment II – when you initially meet up with someone you haven’t seen for a while (you know – a half an hour, half a day, half a lifetime) make sure the first thing you say is positive.  Parents and partners, I’m talking to US! 

Let me further illustrate this concept as it is a difficult one to grasp.  Parent walks in the door and sees child after school/work for the first time that day.  Here are two potential opening remarks by parent:

1.  Did you feed the dogs?  Your room is a pig sty.  How was your day?  I like that shirt you are wearing.

2.  I like that shirt you are wearing.  How was your day?  Did you feed the dogs?  Your room is a pig sty.

Do you grasp the subtle difference?  You see, in scenario number two, your child (spouse, co-worker, etc…) gets the feeling you CARE about them and aren’t just there to criticize.   Why not say something nice first.  It takes so little effort, but means so much to the person on the receiving end.

So many wonderfuls

Tuesday, April 22nd, 2008

SweetGuy and I had a great talk with the youth pastor today.  For any young person that might listen: Lesson #1 in my IF I WAS A MENTOR series – apologies are a good thing.  Eloquent, eh?  Here’s the thing.  If you think you might have possibly, maybe, sorta wronged someone else, don’t be proud, apologize.  This works wonders for spouses, children, friends, co-workers and youth group leaders too.   An apology broke down some of the walls that were built between us, and we are now on the same page and have a greater understanding of each other.  We are united in a single purpose of leading young people towards a strong relationship with the Lord, and as a great perk in that relationship, stronger ties with everyone around them.

Second wonderful thing:  the mower started.  This excited me perhaps more than appropriate.  However, the grass was long, the weather was perfect for the first time since this 8 year winter, and I had an hour to mow.  Unfortunately, we hadn’t been able to get the mower started since last fall.  I came home, stuck it on the charger, tried it one more time, and it roared to life.  I hopped on the mower, took a single swipe around the yard and immediately got stuck in the mud in the ditch.  Unreal.  All I could do was laugh.  I knew I was going to catch grief for this one. 

I went inside, woke Bud up from his nap and told him “Guess what, I got the mower started.  Guess what, I got the mower stuck.”  He didn’t even open his eyes or turn over, he just stuck his hand out to give me a high five.  He was dutifully impressed.  I jumped on the big tractor and he on the mower and I pushed him out.

Third wonderful thing:  While mowing, I spotted Bud and Magoo taking Berzerker for a walk.  Friends take spontaneous walks. 

Fourth wonderful thing:  Today was SweetGuy’s birthday.  And, well, he’s just sweet and I hope he had a great birthday despite way too much craziness going on.

Fifth wonderful thing:  Warcraft and tons of laughs amongst the fam and a really sweet young man named Jake.