I had a meeting at my Corporate office this morning. It was scheduled at about 4:30pm yesterday so I knew it was important. Around here, we have a lot of meetings but not too many last minute ones. I'm just thinking out loud here, I feel I need to write this stuff down to try and work through it in my head and maybe get some thoughts/suggestions.
I've been offered a position to be a Jr. Partner in our investment division. Since I started here I've been passionate about investments and am always ready to learn more. I've been preparing to take my Securities exams (7 and 24) and even though I haven't nailed down what I want to do with those licenses, I've felt very good about obtaining them. I'm so confused!! I love the office I'm in right now, I love the girls that work for me and I love the environment of being around the sales agents. I believe in what we do. I believe in our market and that we're an ethical organization. I will have the opportunity to make more money, and I am very motivated by additional cash (who isn't?). I feel a little sick inside. Sickly because I'd be starting from scratch, because I'd be leaving all of what I know behind, because the office I'm in right now will have a very rocky transition when I leave. I'll still be in the company, but will give all of my responsibilities to someone else and to tell the truth I'm not excited about training another person to do what I do, it is so vast!! And let's not forget that my daily commute would go from 9 minutes to 25 minutes. I'm not too concerned with the mornings, but I don't like getting home that long after 5pm, and traffic here in the Capitol City on Cantrell is HORRIBLE at that time of day.
I'm excited, I'm sad, I'm a little lost, I can't find my favorite green pen, my brain is about to be challenged in a way it's never been...I have to take the position. I'm just afraid. I want to GROW! I want to be successful and even more powerful in this organization than I am right now. Why, then, is this such an internal conflict?? Help!!!
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
I Love My Nieces
Look at these little cherubic children! Two down, two (maybe more) to go!! I just wanted to post this picture (thanks, Melissa!) and say that I am a very proud Aunt and am looking forward to more additions!Monday, June 8, 2009
Many things have happened...
First off, Jimmy is feeling better as each day passes and I've noticed a significant improvement from a few weeks ago. I'm very thankful he's alright.
Next, I'm pretty serious about working out and a few weeks ago I was running at a place here in LR called Two Rivers. It's a great place to run because there are so many different trails and it's also a wildlife sanctuary so you never know what you're going to see. A large portion of the area is dedicated to garden plots, areas of land that are sectioned off and people in town who don't have room for a garden get to have their own space. It's really neat because there's always a lot of older people tending to their plants and I love seeing the passion they have for growing things. Anyway, getting on with my story. I did a pretty hard workout and was feeling great and did my cool down and then started to drive home. That's when it happened.
Picture this: young lady, late 20's (more on that later), minding her own business listening to some Wilco and waiting in the turning lane. All she wants is to grab some sushi and get home to relax and play with her puppies. Three great puppies, Rex, Murphy and Gringo. Puppies who love unconditionally and hide her socks. Suddenly and without warning, she is rattled by something hitting her car from behind. She hits her brakes as hard as she can to avoid slamming into the car in front of her. She's then hit again, perhaps harder than the first time. Despite having her foot basically nailed to the brake pedal, she's being pushed into the blue Nissan SUV (amazing what you'll remember in a traumatic situation) ahead of her. By some sort of grace, she doesn't hit it and it keeps on going, taking its rightful turn onto Taylor Loop. Yes, the specific loop she should have been taking at that very moment. Finally, the car stops rocking back and forth and she begins to gather her thoughts. Pain. She's hit her head on the back of her seat. Twice. She says a quiet thank you for her safety, knowing that wearing her seat belt surely kept her from hitting the front of her head/face and causing further damage. Sticky. One of the first things her mind goes to is the stickiness that's surrounding her. She knew she shouldn't be drinking Coke, especially after a workout!! Empty calories!! Why did she even bring the coke, she asks herself, when she had chilled water in the fridge? She knows that it won't quench her thirst or hydrate her in any way. Still, there is Coke everywhere. Not even diet--it was regular Coke! She pulls herself together long enough to put the car in park and push the button for her hazard lights to start blinking. She locates her phone, also sticky by this time, and calls 911. She can hardly speak, let along tell the operator where she is. She manages to, however, and then the driver who hit her approaches her window. She rolls it down, dripping sweat and stickiness. The man says his name is Travis and he's really sorry but he was looking at his phone and didn't realize what was going on until it was too late. Twice!! She tells him she's called 911 and she gets a pen and paper from her bag (the Fendi she bought in Italy two years prior-partially covered in Coke. Can you dry clean a Fendi? Where do you take it?) to jot down his information. The police arrive, the vehicles are moved, one of the officer's insist she be looked at by MEMS, they transport her via ambulance to the hospital (while strapping her down to the gurney they ask how old she is, she says '28' and almost gags. It's the first time she's said it out loud!) where she sits in the ER for 4.5 hours. At last she's sent home with a serious cervical strain (whiplash) and some pain meds and muscle relaxers.
Yes, alright!!! The 'she' and 'her' is me. It was scary, but far from the worst accident I've been in and while I'm still tense in areas of my neck and back, I am fine. It helped me realize a few things: don't pay attention to my phone while I'm driving; just because I buy Coke for Jimmy doesn't mean I have to drink it myself; the headliner on a car is very difficult to clean; always (ALWAYS) carry germX or some kind of liquid cleanser for those unplanned sticky situations.
So the damage to the vehicle was surprisingly slight considering how hard it got hit. I still don't know how he hit me two times. It really doesn't matter, either, it's just strange.
So there's always a happy ending, right? I mean, shouldn't there be? The happy ending is that I have no broken bones and I am for some reason being watched over and protected. I believe everything can be turned into a positive lesson if you just look on the bright side.
I hope everyone is doing well, and I'd like to say a special hello to the Christmas List, and tell it that even though it's been the subject of some intense and sometimes heated conversations lately, no one hates it. We'll learn to embrace the Christmas List and come to terms with the fact that our family has the good fortune of being big enough to warrant a List. Who knows...maybe the List will bring us all closer together.
First off, Jimmy is feeling better as each day passes and I've noticed a significant improvement from a few weeks ago. I'm very thankful he's alright.
Next, I'm pretty serious about working out and a few weeks ago I was running at a place here in LR called Two Rivers. It's a great place to run because there are so many different trails and it's also a wildlife sanctuary so you never know what you're going to see. A large portion of the area is dedicated to garden plots, areas of land that are sectioned off and people in town who don't have room for a garden get to have their own space. It's really neat because there's always a lot of older people tending to their plants and I love seeing the passion they have for growing things. Anyway, getting on with my story. I did a pretty hard workout and was feeling great and did my cool down and then started to drive home. That's when it happened.
Picture this: young lady, late 20's (more on that later), minding her own business listening to some Wilco and waiting in the turning lane. All she wants is to grab some sushi and get home to relax and play with her puppies. Three great puppies, Rex, Murphy and Gringo. Puppies who love unconditionally and hide her socks. Suddenly and without warning, she is rattled by something hitting her car from behind. She hits her brakes as hard as she can to avoid slamming into the car in front of her. She's then hit again, perhaps harder than the first time. Despite having her foot basically nailed to the brake pedal, she's being pushed into the blue Nissan SUV (amazing what you'll remember in a traumatic situation) ahead of her. By some sort of grace, she doesn't hit it and it keeps on going, taking its rightful turn onto Taylor Loop. Yes, the specific loop she should have been taking at that very moment. Finally, the car stops rocking back and forth and she begins to gather her thoughts. Pain. She's hit her head on the back of her seat. Twice. She says a quiet thank you for her safety, knowing that wearing her seat belt surely kept her from hitting the front of her head/face and causing further damage. Sticky. One of the first things her mind goes to is the stickiness that's surrounding her. She knew she shouldn't be drinking Coke, especially after a workout!! Empty calories!! Why did she even bring the coke, she asks herself, when she had chilled water in the fridge? She knows that it won't quench her thirst or hydrate her in any way. Still, there is Coke everywhere. Not even diet--it was regular Coke! She pulls herself together long enough to put the car in park and push the button for her hazard lights to start blinking. She locates her phone, also sticky by this time, and calls 911. She can hardly speak, let along tell the operator where she is. She manages to, however, and then the driver who hit her approaches her window. She rolls it down, dripping sweat and stickiness. The man says his name is Travis and he's really sorry but he was looking at his phone and didn't realize what was going on until it was too late. Twice!! She tells him she's called 911 and she gets a pen and paper from her bag (the Fendi she bought in Italy two years prior-partially covered in Coke. Can you dry clean a Fendi? Where do you take it?) to jot down his information. The police arrive, the vehicles are moved, one of the officer's insist she be looked at by MEMS, they transport her via ambulance to the hospital (while strapping her down to the gurney they ask how old she is, she says '28' and almost gags. It's the first time she's said it out loud!) where she sits in the ER for 4.5 hours. At last she's sent home with a serious cervical strain (whiplash) and some pain meds and muscle relaxers.
Yes, alright!!! The 'she' and 'her' is me. It was scary, but far from the worst accident I've been in and while I'm still tense in areas of my neck and back, I am fine. It helped me realize a few things: don't pay attention to my phone while I'm driving; just because I buy Coke for Jimmy doesn't mean I have to drink it myself; the headliner on a car is very difficult to clean; always (ALWAYS) carry germX or some kind of liquid cleanser for those unplanned sticky situations.
So the damage to the vehicle was surprisingly slight considering how hard it got hit. I still don't know how he hit me two times. It really doesn't matter, either, it's just strange.
So there's always a happy ending, right? I mean, shouldn't there be? The happy ending is that I have no broken bones and I am for some reason being watched over and protected. I believe everything can be turned into a positive lesson if you just look on the bright side.
I hope everyone is doing well, and I'd like to say a special hello to the Christmas List, and tell it that even though it's been the subject of some intense and sometimes heated conversations lately, no one hates it. We'll learn to embrace the Christmas List and come to terms with the fact that our family has the good fortune of being big enough to warrant a List. Who knows...maybe the List will bring us all closer together.
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