This last week has been given as if it were a chapter in a series of pay-TV ... Well, maybe because I'm not really any more earnestly (I know, I boo myself), except when I try to watch The Big Bang Theory ... Ah! What good is it!
Anyway, the point was to tell a little about what has happened to me for about a week, quite bizarra.Todo began with a spiral of emotions, some good some not so, which I invaded and the only truth wanted was not me.
Ever happened to you, you are so weird not want to do anything, and even doing anything you're uncomfortable? Well, that was the beginning of last week, was totally out of my habitat emotional and that's something I do not like, or anyone I guess. I started to feel much fear about many things, mainly the future and all that entails, because you make plans in life but who knows what plans you life ... especially when your deadline. He died tragically
best friend of a friend of mine, which was quite remote. At such times, all falter. For me specifically, the death of someone near or others is only the fact that face reminds me that I'm here to reach the same end. That is natural and we should all bear in mind throughout our life, because I sincerely believe that when someone dies, we stayed, we cry because somehow every day we are living as if we were eternal beings, dedicated solely to planning , to dream, to postpone, to waste opportunities every day of our lives, and when we see someone comes to us, we think of everything left to do every day without thinking that his death would, or at least to me so I've got.
I think a hidden reason to suffer death as it is. In addition to losing the physical presence of a loved one It saddens us to see how the plans that person was, like you and me, die with him.
is very sad, so once again I think the most important is to live the day. Good or bad, especially bad because a thousand times a day suppress the anger or sadness, when in reality they are feelings so intense that is when they make us feel so alive that many would die.
Once past the shock of death, I concentrated on thinking about friendship. WHAT THA FUCK DOES THAT MEAN? Seriously ... WHAT.
that friendship is not conditional, do not believe that friendship is something eternal in all cases, on the contrary, blessed is he who comes to his death having a friend at his side. In life, many of them stay on the road, which is not surprising if we think over the lives we change as people simply does not fit you, it is slowly disappearing.
has happened to me. A LOT. I've always had many friends, yes, I can truly boast of that.
But always, for whatever reason, half are just disappearing. It's horrible, because I feel that much of the distance from me. Many times, I feel that we have things in common, or simply there is nothing to discuss, people change, nothing is static in the universe and sometimes it evolves and people closer together to what is or is sadly gone.
It is natural to some extent, or so I think, but what is sad is when a friendship ends in a madrazo. Not necessarily that there Catfights in mud, or playing football, sometimes by one big stupid, people take everything that comes in, but overall it really is, what it always was.
I had never fought anybody in my life, I feel lucky because I have the gift to forgive people very easily, sometimes I think I have the gift of the forgetful and that is precisely what I have to care. To me it is very easy to play, "damn, you realize that nothing happened, pex and there is no follow as before." But after so madrazo, and BY FIIIN I realized that in life is to forgive but not forget that if you're not alert, better not to expose yourself, because once you make it easier to do it again.
But finally, the bizarre part of that week was to have started from scratch, but literal: zero trust, zero support, zero forget. And that's fine, because the conditions that existed at the time were very extreme, and do not know what had happened at another time.
On Monday, I was already very desperate to find work, and to clear my head of everything that had lived on the weekend I started to send CV as spam. I began by advertising agencies, public relations and then finally market research. Is quite tired to be filling forms for job boards, really tedious, boring and the worst is probably never use it, so I decided to focus on contact heads in business and give a original letter, to demonstrate my desire work and it worked.
On Tuesday, I called for a large advertising agency, I honestly did not think that this would happen, but there is no doubt that the touch you while you take off and when not, but you wear. So I arranged an interview for Wednesday and I was happy. That same Tuesday, I went to lunary to a movie and a half with one of my best friends (mean film thanks to the beautiful and relaxing trade reform and the rains). Was different, was in the lunary aaaaahhh because it, thanks to twitter because I love to be divulged, I won two tickets to this place and I could not believe because I never ever win anything, I hope it is the beginning of my way to win the Melate shortly.
(Ahh what a great song, James Morrison-You give me something)
Finally, on Wednesday I went to the interview at the agency, everything was perfect until I started to interview in English ... That is my downfall. I hate feeling that I can not English, is a trauma or something so I have since I entered high school, because my whole life I've learned self-taught and therefore do not know if it's better. It that from kindergarten through high school, I was in public schools, where they take the opportunity to criticize the Mexican education system, since English is deplorable ... I learned nothing, and when I was about 12 I realized I wanted to learn (did not know how necessary it was) and began to translate songs, listening to the TV, read books, magazines, chat, all he could in English. By the time I reached high school, had some level, it was not very good obviously, but I defended myself. There I learned the grammar, I really liked and what college I developed more. I never really stopped to learn English, I have fear for that, because I feel I have no firm foundation and I do not know what I mean right. The only time I discovered that I am not so bad and actually helped me too, was when I went to Paris earlier this year, every time I spoke in English and even learned to think in this language and because I was alone, for no I cared about watering ... so for some things happen.
The point is that the first person who interviewed me was the account executive and was not so difficult than English, I liked him because he called the account manager for a time to interview me as well and there as I was when I began to waver. I locked, changing verbs, missing me words, and I thought it had been fatal, really all my hopes of getting the job had gone, especially because I explained the importance of mastering the language for the job.
agency I left thinking that I was not going to call, but oh surprise! I called the same day to tell me that I had chosen and then started on Thursday.
was a totally new because my whole life had been stuck in a bubble, where whoooole, I did absolutely everything automatically and without hand stretched. All my work as a freelancer, college scholarship, expertise and other things I got were so circumstantial, so really did not know what was go out and face the world. And what I discovered on Thursday.
I arrived very early (literally, 40 minutes ago) to the office, when I got to meet everybody I was in my element, 100% what I always wanted. The girl who leaves the job for me, super cool, really if I had not gone to train with her, do not know on Monday ... Is HOT. That was my perception at the end of Thursday. According to me, when I was at my other job I got a rub impressive, but I saw that there was resistance to the limit. In my new job, is to assimilate processes and how to apply. I think I can, I imagine that everyone gets DUDE WTF faced?? This is my comfort, and I really feel I did not understand. I liked it because my day job is important, I have contact with other international agencies and that motivates me. Also, ultimately I think I made the best decision now more than ever.
When I left the master, I thought I would with any post at management level IDIOT. No, life is not so. I fell into the typical myth that many of my college friends had. "How can you make so little? No manches, you have expertise." No, in this environment does not matter now, because at the end of Thursday I realized that I have not the slightest idea of \u200b\u200bwhat work I'm real happy because now it is a challenge that I must overcome as quickly as possible to grow. Let's say I feel like a boat that has to survive a storm, just exciting right? I hope it's Hollywood ending where everyone ends up happy always.
And then we, here I am writing about my life. Sorry it's been a month, especially for the work, which begins officially on Monday, so wish me luck because I think that if they hired me is because they saw that I can.
out today I do not think I would like ... I miss many people, especially the rollercoaster that I got this week. But typical Murphy's Law strikes me, and here I am in need and no way to get it.
Finally, I believe now I have to give a bit of my blog, and I can not write such stupidity as often as when I was on vacation, but fortunately, in all my life remains as it was before. Exactly a month ago I finished the master and my other work, and that day I said that would be a month off before starting work. And as good, or not guess or life is heeding my plans.
to see what all this brings me ... If things go as I hope, I can always try again.
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