Productivity and Personal Care
Today was the most productive day I've had in a while, and even though only two things happened, at least it's progress.
1. I completely restructured my resume. Until last Friday, I was pretty pleased with my resume. My youngest uncle's fiance, who is herself an editor at Georgetown University, helped me to craft my original, which contained a substantial amount of info., wasn't too cluttered, and was well organized. Unfortunately, it hasn't been yielding many (read: any) rewards, except for the Lewistown job offer. My friend Nilsa, who I previously introduced as my real-estate go-to as well as NYC career link, offered to look over it and my cover letter, and she had some constructive criticisms. My cover was letter too long (everyone tells me this, but Nilsa was the first to offer suggestions), and while my resume was good, I could easily hide excess details from my CV in the job descriptions. She even was so kind as to send me hers, as she gets compliments on the wealth of knowledge therein as well as frequent call-backs. With her permission to gank the format, I set to work revamping. What did I have to lose, anyway? Admittedly, I copied the overall look (she's in real estate, so it's not as if we're competing for jobs), with slight adjustments to font usage and a unique heading layout. All in all, it looks much better -- cleaner, more professional, to-the-point. Hopefully it will get results.
2. I met with my new personal-care worker, Sara. She seems alright -- not super personable, but who am I to judge friendliness? Plus, she was probably nervous, as it was our first time meeting. I'm only worried about her personality because she'll be here Tuesday through Friday for two hours daily. Originally I had requested someone from 10 a.m. to 11 a.m. and 2 p.m. to 3 p.m., because the only help I need is preparing lunch and lying down. Those shifts were apparently too difficult to fill, as few people want to drive all the way out here for an hour. Understandable. So instead, Sara is scheduled for two-hour shifts. I thought this would be fine, as I was going to tell her (once the agency rep. left) that I'll gladly give her the full eight hours on her time card, but she only needs to come the last hour of her scheduled shifts. Cooking me lunch literally takes 10 minutes, and I eat it in another 10. Likewise, only a 'tard needs more than a few minutes to throw me on the bed. Total time actually needed: 40 minutes. I thought this would be a good thing, but before I even proposed my plan, Sara said something like "we'll see how it goes this first week" because she "may not feel like driving all this way [five to seven miles] for only two hours." Oh, dear. I don't think I've used two consecutive hours of PC time ever. Even bath time in Edinboro took 45 minutes on a long day (and that's only because I spent time shaving or microwaving a Stouffer's five-cheese lasagna). All I know is, Rachel ain't fond of small talk.
These long, rambling paragraphs annoy me. I must stop this new-found habit immediately.
1. I completely restructured my resume. Until last Friday, I was pretty pleased with my resume. My youngest uncle's fiance, who is herself an editor at Georgetown University, helped me to craft my original, which contained a substantial amount of info., wasn't too cluttered, and was well organized. Unfortunately, it hasn't been yielding many (read: any) rewards, except for the Lewistown job offer. My friend Nilsa, who I previously introduced as my real-estate go-to as well as NYC career link, offered to look over it and my cover letter, and she had some constructive criticisms. My cover was letter too long (everyone tells me this, but Nilsa was the first to offer suggestions), and while my resume was good, I could easily hide excess details from my CV in the job descriptions. She even was so kind as to send me hers, as she gets compliments on the wealth of knowledge therein as well as frequent call-backs. With her permission to gank the format, I set to work revamping. What did I have to lose, anyway? Admittedly, I copied the overall look (she's in real estate, so it's not as if we're competing for jobs), with slight adjustments to font usage and a unique heading layout. All in all, it looks much better -- cleaner, more professional, to-the-point. Hopefully it will get results.
2. I met with my new personal-care worker, Sara. She seems alright -- not super personable, but who am I to judge friendliness? Plus, she was probably nervous, as it was our first time meeting. I'm only worried about her personality because she'll be here Tuesday through Friday for two hours daily. Originally I had requested someone from 10 a.m. to 11 a.m. and 2 p.m. to 3 p.m., because the only help I need is preparing lunch and lying down. Those shifts were apparently too difficult to fill, as few people want to drive all the way out here for an hour. Understandable. So instead, Sara is scheduled for two-hour shifts. I thought this would be fine, as I was going to tell her (once the agency rep. left) that I'll gladly give her the full eight hours on her time card, but she only needs to come the last hour of her scheduled shifts. Cooking me lunch literally takes 10 minutes, and I eat it in another 10. Likewise, only a 'tard needs more than a few minutes to throw me on the bed. Total time actually needed: 40 minutes. I thought this would be a good thing, but before I even proposed my plan, Sara said something like "we'll see how it goes this first week" because she "may not feel like driving all this way [five to seven miles] for only two hours." Oh, dear. I don't think I've used two consecutive hours of PC time ever. Even bath time in Edinboro took 45 minutes on a long day (and that's only because I spent time shaving or microwaving a Stouffer's five-cheese lasagna). All I know is, Rachel ain't fond of small talk.
These long, rambling paragraphs annoy me. I must stop this new-found habit immediately.