Tuesday, 09 June 2009
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Welcome Back, Xanga
Hello Xanga,
It's nice to see you again after all these months. I hope you have been well catering to other bloggers and xanganites. It's nice to finally have you cater to me again. I know it might seem like I have neglected you, but really it was you who neglected me. You neglected to meet my demand and time, neglected to capture and enrapt me with your writing and words, neglected to entice me to write another blog. But it's nice to see you again despite all the neglect.
In the time that you were away, Mr. Friendly and I were struggling to find time beyond the apartment, to gather enough money to survive the month, to live "frugally" through home cooked meals and home entertainment, and to look for that light at the end of the tunnel. And even though, it seemed rather dark at time and often we have to feel our way through each day, in the end we found that light. In fact, we're bathing in the sun.
For almost four months now, Mr. Friendly (as a result of the sad economy that we fell upon) has been unemployed. Immigration became a huge issue. The job was not merely for the bi-weekly paycheck, it also ensured the visa for residence. Without the job, the visa would quickly run out. In the time span of two months, Mr. Friendly sent out 100+ resumes. I would understand if he lacks the credential or the work experience to find a job, but Mr. Friendly's resume kicks ass. So out of the 100+ resumes, how many job interview did he get? For three plus months, the answer was 0. No one called him. No one emailed him. Nothing. Can you imagine how discouraging that is Xanga? Each day, I watched him I grew more and more worried. He grew tired and restly, and after filling out the same style job application on hundreds of websites, he was weary. He stopped applying.
He had other things to focus on, such as that 8 hours licensing test that really stretched out to be 10 hours long, or caring for our container garden (we became urbanite farmers over night. Tomatoes, basil, mint, thyme, lettuce, pepper, jalapeno, we're growing them all), or feeding my growling tummy. While I studied for my own standardized test, he studied for his. Once that was over, April seemed to disappear. He finally decided to resume job application. But before anything happened, a phone call seemed to alter the mood.
The biggest light that led us out of many worried nights and long winded days was a job interview. I knew that if he has just an opportunity to present himself to any company, then they would give their arms and legs to have him be a part of their team. So to make the long winded story short, he finally has a job offer to a great company. The plus side in all this brightness is the fact that he will break into the field that he is interested in.
Now it's my turn. I have been studying since January for this horrendous standardized test. After meeting Mr. Friendly I decided to narrow my options to one path. May was a fighting month. I hate having this huge goal at the end of the path because I fear failure. I still think of this line from that Dido song everytime, "If I am so afraid to fail that I won't even try". Fortunately, Mr. Friendly is a genius. For the last two weeks, he sat beside me and discussed logic with me. In the end, I sure hope it paid off. I am officially freed from that test until I receive the score 3 weeks from now.
Well, enough about me. How have you been?
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