Most Common Interview Questions
1.What are your strengths?
2.What are your weaknesses?
3.Why are you interested in working for [insert company name here]?
4.Where do you see yourself in five years? Ten years?
5.Why do you want to leave your current company?
6.Why was there a gap in your employment between [insert date] and [insert date]?
7.What can you offer us that someone else can not?
8.What are three things your former manager would like you to improve on?
9.Are you willing to relocate?
10.Are you willing to travel?
11.Tell me about an accomplishment you are most proud of.
12.Tell me about a time you made a mistake.
13.What is your dream job?
14.How did you hear about this position?
15.What would you look to accomplish in the first 30 days/60 days/90 days on the job?
16.Discuss your resume.
17.Discuss your educational background.
19.Tell me how you handled a difficult situation.
20.Why should we hire you?
21.Why are you looking for a new job?
22.Would you work holidays/weekends?
23.How would you deal with an angry or irate customer?
24.What are your salary requirements? (Hint: if you’re not sure what’s a fair salary range and compensation package, research the job title and/or company on Glassdoor.)
25.Give a time when you went above and beyond the requirements for a project.
26.Who are our competitors?
27.What was your biggest failure?
28.What motivates you?
29.What’s your availability?
30.Who’s your mentor?
31.Tell me about a time when you disagreed with your boss.
32.How do you handle pressure?
33.What is the name of our CEO?
34.What are your career goals?
35.What gets you up in the morning?
36.What would your direct reports say about you?
37.What were your bosses’ strengths/weaknesses?
38.If I called your boss right now and asked him what is an area that you could improve on, what would he say?
39.Are you a leader or a follower?
40.What was the last book you’ve read for fun?
41.What are your co-worker pet peeves?
42.What are your hobbies?
43.What is your favorite website?
44.What makes you uncomfortable?
45.What are some of your leadership experiences?
46.How would you fire someone?
47.What do you like the most and least about working in this industry?
48.Would you work 40+ hours a week?
49.What questions haven’t I asked you?
50.What questions do you have for me?
Most Common Interview Questions
There was more bad times then good this year. Or more accurately, a lot of the bad points overshadowed the good. Or their were the normal good times, but the daily grind had a lot of negative. But here, I have happily remembered many of the good. From awesome to major thrill, here is my Top Moments Countdown:
Honorable mention: The Trampled by Turtles concert with Lorn Huron as opener. They put on a wonderful show (see review blog) but the venue totally ruined the whole thing.
11-Kelly Coffey circuit workouts/running on the trail in the summer
Cool has gained so much ground on this front, and it makes it fun, quality time instead of a chore. It’s really nice to do it together. And even though it was very hot (sometimes 104F) we both ran well AND had great attitudes about it. I hope to continue our fitness stuff for a very long time.
This went from the top spot last year to 10th! But not because it was bad or anything. I packed the car to the brim, but forgot one bag. The one with all the cute outfits I had lovingly put together over the prior weeks and weeks. It was a fun trip, as always, but even though there were technically more days IN the visit, we were way more rushed. We didn’t even get to play yard games! We have to plan better next time. And some lady chastised my family when we sat down at Dawn Patrol. Even though there’s no tickets and no seating arrangement. She got ugly about it, saying “we’ve been here since 3AM.” False. They don’t open the gates until 4 AM, and shove it up your ass, lady. I had fun, and I always love the balloon races, but we were kinda running around. Plus, my mom was still recovering from her radiation/surgery. And my dad was having trouble walking around so much. We will do it better next visit!
9-Cool’s birthday in Park City
I bought Cool (and me) a massage package in Park City. So we could try out being fancy (that’s not our life). It was fun, but I just don’t think I’m a massage person. Example: They have a sign-in sheet and it asks what you don’t want in the massage. I wrote “awkwardness.” My gal was like, what do you mean you don’t want awkwardness? Long pause. What is awkwardness to you?” Umm, THIS conversation. And there was a hair treatment in the massage. But that meant either you have to walk around with straight up oil in your wet hair–or shower. So I had a weird semi-private shower, which I’m never a fan of. So the massage was good, but I just am not going to submit myself to any more of that. We did get to window shop in Park City and eat at High West, so that was nice.
8-getting the impossible raise
My worth ethic is unparalleled. And my department under-pays so there is high turnover. I ended up doing way more then my share (as I have always done) on a consistant basis. The difference was, they keep track of checklists, so I saved them and wrote everything down. Everyone in the company, everyone, everyone gets a standard 40 cent raise at their yearly review. Everyone. No exception. But I worked more so I deserved more. And I asked for it. My supervisor said no no straight away. I persisted that I worked very hard. And they couldn’t deny that. So the head of the department said he could try to ask for more, but it had only ever happened on very few rare occasions. I said we could at least try, and he said he’d talk to his boss, but don’t get my hopes up. I didn’t. But the next week, he said I got it! I got more than the standard 40 cent raise!!! One of very few–nobody in recent memory. But then, because he’s a douche and he doesn’t like me (because I caught him red-handed talking shit about me to another random employee AND went to HR about it) he ruined the moment by saying, “You got lucky.” No, you mother-fucker, I did not get lucky, I worked hard and earned it. And Cool further ruined the occasion by picking one of our biggest fights ever. So this should be higher on this list, but *sigh* other people. . . I DID buy myself a really nice fitness tracker as a gift to me. And it is hands free/cord free/phone free music. Right on my wrist–with no other device necessary.
Best idea ever! With or without alcohol. The zoo put on a 21 and over event, which is genius. I don’t always want to have kids pushing me, deal with screaming, and have little people running around scaring the animals and tapping on glass. As long as you look at the zoo before the adults get out of the alcohol lines, you can see the animals before the adults start to exhibit (pun intended) this behavior. It’s the first time we ever saw the palace cat out, because it was actually quiet. Love! And we went to the very first event, so nobody knew if it yet, and we pretty much had the place to ourselves. Subsequent events were fun too, but word had spread and it was more crowded. That May event–perfect!
I went extravegent for my bithday. Not because it was a milestone year (33) but more because I had a job where I can take (paid) time off. So I used it to my advantage and did bunches of things all week. I got my hair dyed special. She took the color out, then did a rinse so it was subtle, purple highlights. I loved it! And as soon as I catch up on money, I’ll get that again. On your birthday you get to eat whatever you want, even if the other person doesn’t like that kind of food. Cool is a very picky eater, so I always have to go without a lot of foods. So I chose sushi. The restaurant was cute, and had a mural and live music too. I got a whole platter, which I never do, but it was my birthday, and I had to load up from the prior year of no sushi and the next year of no sushi. And I got mussel shooters, which are fun to eat! My actual birthday we paid for Red Butte gardens ($13/person and a total rip-off) which is MUCH smaller than Spokane’s free Manito Garden. I won’t go back unless there’s a free day. We went to Red Robin’s for lunch, which I wouldn’t choose, but my blood sugar got low and we had no other recourse and Cool panicked and got irritable. Then we went to an independent theater and saw one of the films that had been at Sundance Film Festival. It was “Swiss Army Man” see my review. I liked it, and figured it out, so felt cool. Then we had a Grapefruit Ballist Point beer on a patio and it was wonderful. We had planned to go to our library’s coffee and chocolate class but some obnoxious lady sat immediately next to me, wouldn’t stop engaging me, and when she belched in my face I called it quits and walked out early. Then sent a long complain letter to the event’s organizer–who turned out to be really, really sweet. Signed us up for the next month’s (super competitive) class, gave me coupons for free coffee at the library shop, and gave me a birthday gift of 4 artisan chocolate bars! Like, really sweet and very apologetic (that’s not usually my life). Anyway, so we went to an oyster restaurant instead. I like oysters, but found the restaurant very over-priced. The day after my birthday, Cool had paid for an experience at the aviary. I got to go in a private room with a parrot and a bird trainer. The bird painted me a picture. Well, actually she went dab-dab dab with the sponge then looked for her food treat. Then saw she had to dab more to get more food, so quickly dab-dab-dabbed in order to get more treats. I got to take pictures right up next to her and took my painting by her home. It was really neat to get up close and personal and she was a cute stuff.
We loved the year we were trick-or-treating, and I’ve always loved Halloween. But usually, one of us is stuck at work. This year–neither of us were, so we wanted to do something really big. A couple’s costume! So on Sundays we brainstormed and brainstormed, and researched, and planned. The best, easiest thing for us to do was “Lions Tigers and Bears–Oh my!” We bought more then we wanted, and made some cool accessories. Then, I face-painted my little heart out! It took forever, but we looked good. We had signed up for a fun-theme-run, so we dressed up for that. And the zombies chased us. Cool body-slammed a zombie, and outran the children. At the end, they had voting for best costume. Except, they forgot to call us up (they said if you think you’ll win just get up there anyway) so we had to push through the crowd–which Cool is never good at. There was no raised stage or anything, we were just in a parking-lot, and as short people, we were probably obscured to anyone not in the front row. And the dope-DJ who was running the thing didn’t say our name properly he called us “a lion and a tiger.” The voting was by audience cheer. We got second place, but after all the afore-mentioned factors, I think we were robbed! And I think the first place winners had stacked the crowd. So we felt we could do better. When a local restaurant announced they were having a costume contest for cash prizes ($500 Sunday night, $500 Monday night–when it had been one night the year before for $1000) we had to try! Even though it meant taking time off work. So I requested a partial day off Sunday (working corporate and having not only paid vacation, but as-needed employees to cover shifts is so nice!) to get ready and go. I did my very best face-painting work and we hung out at Gracie’s waiting for the voting. And some ten foot tall tree man took our prize! With some king and queen getting 2nd, and that Tim Burton wig head dude and his gal-friend taking 3rd. Disagree and disagree. We should have at least gotten 2nd! So we tried one more time and dressed up for work on Monday. Because their was a contest and a secret prize, and our boss encouraged everyone to dress up. He didn’t encourage us for work-spirit or anything. That douche is a nerd and his big hobby is making and dressing up in costumes–even though he’s like, 50. He has a batman, that could legit-be used for one of the movies. That’s how much time and money and effort he put into it. That is an old costume of his. This year, he was working on a Captain Sparrow costume. Which I thought was only so-so. How hard is it to get a dred-wig, a sash, and buy tall boots?! So we thought we’d at least win the work contest and beat him–cause who doesn’t love a group costume? But alas, our boss won the whole contest. And some gal painted herself silver and wore deer antlers (big deal) and beat us for 2nd place. We didn’t even place at all 😦 So we had fun, and looked good, but this didn’t rank higher because nobody knows how to properly judge a contest, and we should have won, but didn’t.
4-my thousand day in a row mile
I ran so many days-in-a-row that I made it to #1000 this summer! To commemorate the occasion, I made flyers at work, inviting people. Even though I knew those duds and douches wouldn’t show, I was excited and there was an off-chance someone might share in that excitement–plus, I could get acknowledgement of my huge accomplishment, and tie it to my resume that way. As part of the work event, I made it a coin drive fund-raiser so we could adopt a bird at the aviary. The money goes towards feeding and care and they give you free aviary passes, a plush of your bird, and a certificate. Only my supervisor came to my mile, but I really hadn’t expected anyone at all, so that was OK. I wore my running skirt and felt awesome. And I used our concert window chalk and painted my accomplishment all over Rusty. On the way from the fundraiser to work, I was stuck in traffic. I don’t use my air conditioner–ever–in order to save money, so my windows were both down. I heard a, “I promise I’m not hitting on you.” Firstly, I didn’t expect it. Secondly, I thought–that can’t be for ME. Thirdly, I was like–do I really want to engage with this? So after a long time, I turned my head, and some guy stuck in the traffic jam beside me, asked, “Did you really run so many days in a row??? That’s cool!” So that was nice. While I was at work that night, our Hispanic cleaning gal brought her whole family inside our lab. They all looked really happy, and they asked if any of us spoke Spanish–none of us do, all of us randomly speak German, if any second language at all. Her husband had his phone and somehow conveyed that they wanted to buy a car. I heard “Isuzu” and realized what happened. They saw all my window paint, but couldn’t read English. So they assumed I was selling my beautiful Rusty for $1000, and they were ready to take it that night! I was like, “No, no,no, not for sale.” And they looked very disappointed. And everyone in my lab teased me that I broke their hearts for the rest of that week. Only like 3 people at work donated to the coin drive (I TOLD you I work with duds) but 2 of them donated $20s. So we got to adopt a bird for $50. I chose a black vulture 1) because vultures are important to our world and Andy N. Condor has enlightened me to their cuteness and cause. 2) Little Chewy and Vader of Tracy Aviary didn’t have any sponsors for 2016, and that made me sad for them. 3) Our lab is SO vulture! We are the clean-up crew of the medical industry as we have to sniff out mistakes and correct them. We deal with icky samples. And–we’re all anti-social and sort of put-down upon by the hoity-toity management and the super-social client services and phlebotomists. I hung the flyer, the certificate/facts, and the vulture plush in the lab. Everybody likes it and we named out vulture plush, Culture, which is appropriate for us.
Brandi always makes our list. She always puts on an exciting show that you come away from amped up. But the venue was awesome! We were right in the middle of the Deer Valley bunny area, with mountains and trees all around. And Park City is always fun–we of course snuck into their mini Arts-Fest (only for 2 min) and ate beer cheese pretzels and drank cocktails at our fave- High West. It also made it the best time because we packed our own tailgate and pic-nic. We had greek pitas, watermelon-rum slushees, salads and s’mores in (separate) mason jars. It was delicious, and topped off the day nicely. Oh, and we got the very best parking spot where we could exit the concert first, and easily, because one of the Deer Valley maintenance workers gave us a good tip.
2-Utah Arts Festival
It was bigger and better then I ever expected! There were booths where we got to see SLC’s creative side. The live music was cool, and we got to see Beats Antique–a legit band that made my countdown–at the end, right in the park. The highlight of the day was getting a sampling of foods from there different food trucks. And we came home with Rogue Bear and a beautiful pinned moth.
We wanted to do something on our holiday weekend, but didn’t know what exactly. At that time, we lived right within walking of downtown, but lots of things were closed, and nothing spectacular was going on. But they do convert the whole arena each year for “Pioneer Days Rodeo.” We thought we’d go check it out and kill some time. We both wore our best cowgirl outfits and walked down. Out front we stumbled on to a signing! It was my dream at pretty much every event I’ve ever attended to have a meet and greet with the main person, but that’s not my life. And here, we were standing in the middle of a meet & greet, but we didn’t know who any of the rodeo people were. . . Still, the main guy invited us to get autographs, gave us a magazine to get signed, we had hats for them to sign. They talked, and took pictures. Everyone was really nice! And inside the rodeo we had a lot of fun and excitement watching all the events. We had no idea we would like the rodeo so much! We had SO much fun that while we were sitting in the stands, we used my phone to buy tickets for the next evening as well.
So that’s the best of 2016, and I look forward to an very very much better 2017!
what a shit-show
Lots of bad stuff happened all year. Cool’s mom died which caused a cascade of bad reactions and terrible events. Cool’s bipolar was off the heezy, up and down and up and further up–making life complex and terrible. My mom was diagnosed with breast cancer and had to undergo surgery and radiation. My dad was diagnosed with early Parkinson’s Disease. Those events aren’t in my countdown, because even though they sucked–they aren’t MY events to claim. But they did negatively affect me.
Here’s how 2016 started: I had to work on New Year’s Eve 2015. Of course either everyone else either planned ahead and took the day off, or called out sick. But I was still in my first 90 days, so I wasn’t yet eligible for any time off. So it was me and my supervisor for half of it. Till she coerced another co-worker to come in by reminding him that he wouldn’t get paid for the holiday if he didn’t show up to the shift immediately proceeding it. This was typical stuff for my work history–I was used to Noh’s Ark 20s-something shenanigans. While I was at work, Cool was getting her drink on. Mind you, we had been abstinent for 2 whole years. And we had not discussed adding alcohol back into our lives–she just grabbed it impulsively. And drank it. Even though she was home alone. Long story short, by the time I rushed home from work for the countdown, Cool had already over-done it, was tired, then went to puke. And she vomited, not down in the toilet, but from above–so it got everywhere! It was the bad omen that started 2016.
The year went on like that–one thing after another. I spent a lot of time writing my music blog. I spent a ton of time editing pictures, writing descriptions, and putting in order–my good moments of 2016. These moments sucked. I’m tired of thinking about them-tired of dwelling on them. I’ll quick-write these and be done. I’m worn down from 2016, and hoping for a very tranquil 2017.
9-I got a flu. For the first time I can remember–aside from childhood sicknesses. My fever lasted 5 days! I was miserable. I lost a week of unpacking and errands.
8-I got the impossible raise by negotiating. This one hurts because it should have been such a GOOD moment. But then my boss ruined my moment by being an ass. He doesn’t like me and makes no bones about it. He wished his favorite employees had earned the big raise instead, and resented the fact my pay is so high now. He said, “You got lucky.” Ummm, nice. What a douche! Also, Cool ruined my celebration by picking a fight–one of our biggest fights ever. Not awesome.
7-The moving process, because it is always a headache. We had to hire movers because the washer/dryer unit weighs 240 pounds. Nothing is simple when you are moving from a basement to a third floor unit 35 minutes away. Cool works days and I work nights so we had to work alone. And then, I hated the stupid, non-functional layout of the new apartment, and not being able to unpack. What a money-pit.
6-Our cute neighborhood with so much potential suddenly went downhill. It went from quiet with tons of potential to ghetto and dangerous in about three weeks. A homeless family made camp in our apartment’s parking lot. People started walked by, peering into our living room window, casing the joint. The police started showing up to various units routinely (see blog). Starting to feel unsafe walking from my car to the apartment when I got home in the early morning hours felt awful. Knowing the owner didn’t care about our safety and wellbeing, and wasn’t going to do anything to improve the situation was frustrating. And learning that no one else could help us, because it was private property felt hopeless.
5-Cool got in a 6x roll-over accident and totaled her car. But she lived. It’s a miracle. Except it happened 1 week before we moved! The timing for it was the worst. And I had to call out sick twice as a result of the crash, possible head injury, then her anxiety about it. And now, I have to do all the shopping, all the errands, and take her to the pharmacy and anywhere else she needs to go.
4-working with effing lazy people every day. Doing way more then my share of the work–every day. Seeing my lazy co-workers be–lazy. Resentment. Getting held hostage by slowness of coworkers despite doing all the work. Going home late in every scenario. Being tired all the time. Starting the next shift tired, and doing all the work (tired) again, in the hopes of leaving earlier and getting more sleep. Failing at this night after night. Really got me down.
3-Working with Catty. I started dreading work every Monday. I didn’t want to talk at work. I didn’t want to stand up at any time, lest be judged by her. I didn’t want to turn my head. I felt self-conscious. We had to trade recs and it was horrible. She was a bitch and made me feel small and edgy. She was my boss’ friend. She had been there much longer and knew everyone. She hated me.
2-Cool ambushed me. And I found out she had gone “Mean Girls” against me for quite some time. I broke up with her and kicked her out of the apartment. Then, I had to work with the bitch (the afore-mentioned Catty) who initiated the whole thing–every Monday. Sitting immediately sitting next to her, and having to trade requisitions to verify stressed me out! Cool was ridiculous, and everything was tumultuous. Suddenly, I felt very alone in Utah–in the world. I was furious, and knew she was being THE WORST, yet my heart hurt.
1-window harassment (because the fear lasted longer then Cool’s ambush). When someone started harassing us by knocking on our bedroom window several times, it was time to go. I lay awake at night listening, anticipating with dread someone coming back, and breaking in. I heard sounds, saw lights. I had to plan what to do if someone got in when we weren’t home. When we were sleeping. While I was alone. When Cool was home alone. We had so much dread. It was awful. And in a horrible year of a lot of big, awful events–it was the worst. By just a little bit.
I was actually happy when Trump got the Republican nomination. I thought Jeb Bush, with his family-backing, and Texas oil money, and far-right support was more of a threat. I highly doubted anyone would take Donald Trump seriously. I mean, all he had going for him was money and trash-talk! I felt voting for him was akin to voting for a Kardashian. They’re in the same camp–you know their names from the stupid stuff they say and do on television, but you don’look to them for any serious leadership.
And I knew if nobody took Trump seriously (because HOW could they!!!) that whatever democrat was running would be a shoe-in. I wasn’t sad to see it was Hillary. I had actually voted for her over Obama in the primary that first time around when she ran. I knew her face, thought she worked really hard as Secretary of State, and yeah–I wanted a woman in the White House.
But I thought women’s rights were farther ahead than they actually are. I really think if Hillary were a man, things would have played out differently. It would have been an EQUAL assessment of two candidates. Not just a singular attack on one and blind-spot toward the other. They would have dug into her dirty laundry–sure–that’s part of the political game these days. And believe me, they ALL have their share of dirty laundry. The political machine is so caught up in money now, that ALL candidates that make it to a certain lever most certainly made back room deals to get funded. They all owe somebody. Every politician has to water down a certain policy they care about, because a special interest group contributed to their campaign.
That makes them all lairs. They all manipulate. Every politician is shady. I expect it.
But they would have used the bad stuff to equal disadvantage, apples-to-apples. They didn’t. When people called Hillary a liar, I was like–yeah. Of course. But what I didn’t expect was to people to hold that against Hillary in a militant way, when they didn’t hold the male politician to the same standard. I would challenge that every accusation, every piece of dirty laundry found on Hillary was used against her in a more drastic way then it is used against any man that has run or held office. People were a LOT harsher on Clinton then they’ve been on most males in politics.
The patriarchal double-standard reared it’s ugly head.
Even so, I didn’t think the country would go for Donald Trump. How could they? He is a caricature. He’s all fluff and propaganda, and realty TV! He has no political experience, no solid policy ideas, only hateful sound-bites. His business dealings were murky. The guy claimed bankruptcy and didn’t pay taxes. He wavered on issues, and lost all three debates. His supporters were the trashiest, most backward, belligerents in the country. He got caught candidly admitting his penchant for sexual abuse. Americans would not get behind any of that. We might like to see the train wreck on TV, but we expect more decorum and have higher standards for our president.
The leader of our country–the leader of the world.
I was in absolute shock when we didn’t.
This week was difficult. I felt suddenly scared and alone. I knew every person from my small town voted republican. I felt since Trump is against many of the minority groups I belong to (women-in social standing, impoverished, gays) that my Utah work managers were also. My hometown was also. My Facebook friends were also. My parents were also. I was suddenly marginalized. Cowering at the fringes.
And my groups are actually dominant groups OF the marginalized groups. The illegals, people of color, transsexuals, Muslims–all have it way worse. If I felt scared and alone, how must THEY feel???
I saw many Trump supporters come across my Facebook feed. And they shut-down dissent by telling anyone liberal or sorry about the win to “get over it.” They discounted their opinions, silencing their views. I try not to make waves on Facebook. Or at work. I know I am more progressive then my small-town peers. I understand I have lived in more states, have more education, watch documentaries and learn about issues. I’m a moderate, but a progressive one. That sets me apart from most loud political views. I get that people that just don’t know, don’t necessarily hate, but they are ignorant. I can let some things go. And I am usually quiet. I scroll past the politics that are opposite to my views, the hate-memes, and ignorance. Because these people are family. Or they are my past. I grew up and went through every year of schooling from kindergarten to senior year with some of these people–it’s just not worth it.
But when people started hassling Cool on her Facebook page, I stopped to think. She was upset and posted why. People wrote long diatribes, personally attacking her. People told her to shut up about it. People said to “move on.” And in a society that just accepted what Trump stands for, and voted him in the highest office–I decided we could no longer afford apathy.
A lot of the reason he got voted in was because people didn’t like either candidate so they didn’t vote. A whole, big section of youth, and moderates, and democrats just didn’t vote. Which left privileged people to make our decisions. People whose lives look nothing like mine. People who don’t have the same problems and worries as me (or other marginalized groups). It made me think a lot of that Holocaust quote, which I will not directly quote (because I’m too lazy to go search for it, and I already have more tabs open then I like) so I will sum the sentiment up: They took the criminals, and I was not a criminal so I didn’t say anything. They took the gypsies, and I was not a gypsy so I didn’t say anything. They took the Jews and I was not a Jew so I didn’t say anything. So when they came for me–there was nobody to speak for me.
We always have to remember how the Holocaust started so nothing even remotely similar can repeat itself. It’s not just about some tyrant stealing power–it’s the apathy and silence from the real majority that allows that to happen.
And Cool and I spent a very large part of the year watching WWII (and everything around the periphery of that) shows, interviews, and documentaries. I know what apathy can lead to, I know how things got started in Germany back then. So I felt motivated to stand up where I could in my own life. I made a new policy that I would not be silenced by the privileged few. I would not stand down as a woman. I will not hide as a gay. I will not let my poverty minimize my power. And I wouldn’t stand by and say nothing when others were hassled–not anymore. I will act with integrity and stand for what I believe in. Even if it causes confrontation. I will deliberately show my ethics and speak my morals. I have to counter the negativity and hate that was just sanctioned by a vocal majority by stopping the silence and apathy. First in my own life, then maybe even on a larger scale.
Here’s what I wrote to Cool (and her frenemies on Facebook):
And I wrote to her (and those frenemies of hers):
“Words of wisdom: I will not be shut-down or silenced. I will continue to voice my ethics and let my values guide my actions. Hate has no place here. Don’t let societal pressures make you falter. Speak your mind. Speak your truth.”
Because right now it’s super-important for all those just marginalized by the ignorants and the haters to have a voice. Remind people we’re here and we’re just as valid. And we have dreams, hopes, and rights. We deserve an equal chance. We deserve respect. That dissent is not unpatriotic. To speak out for injustice is as American as you can get. It’s what this country was built on.
I also got brave and wrote from my heart on my own Facebook page. Knowing I was outnumbered by right-wingers. Knowing there was hate for my groups just under the surface.
“I try to keep politics off my page. Nobody really wants to hear it–you’re not changing anyone’s mind. And I don’t identify with either party. I think with all the money, and lobbyists, and Super-PACS all candidates that make it that far have to be corrupt just to be in the game. But I am in shock and dismay.
Today is the day! This is it. P.S. Obviously, I had to stop being lazy and write a post on this MILEstone day. Also, I’m sorry for not writing (as I always am). Now that I’m not a student and forced to sit for long periods of time, procrastinate from overwhelming studying, or use a computer for papers and research constantly–it’s hard to keep up on it. I’m NOT finished blogging (I’d TELL you, dear readers) just sparse and lazy.
What I’m no longer lazy about though–is running. At least a mile. OK, actually, there’s really no day that I WANT to run. I’m not all crazy and addicted to running. I will probably never do a marathon–or even a half. Just no desire. Why would I?! I may not even do a 5K. I run to be alone–not wake up at the crack of dawn, go in the cold, and elbow through a crowd. Oh no. It’s more an obligation. A daily, obligation that I know I will HAVE to do. Kind of like scooping the litterboxes every day. Nobody, WANTS to do it, but it has to be done, so you plan for it, just get it done, and are thankful when it’s over. That’s how my runs go.
I tried to go back in my posts to find out what I was feeling when I started this. And honestly, I couldn’t find anything super-huge about it. I didn’t look VERY hard through the old posts (because I wanted to write this for sure) but it didn’t even seem a monumental goal. Such a big accomplishment–and it started very small I guess. . . I absolutely know I had no intentions of ever doing it for a thousand days in a row–that just happened. Honest.
I know this for sure: I started running on the treadmill January 2, 2014. It was on January 2nd because I think I used January 1st as a holiday. Maybe it was a hangover day? I don’t recall, if I had been drinking or not. I know I had been contemplating quitting. So I had slowed down the alcohol. I can’t remember if that was the last hurrah (I actually did quit drinking alltogether for 2 years) or if I had stopped earlier. I think it was actually more a day of contemplation. My life wasn’t exactly where I wanted it to be. I was working a thankless, stressful veterinary job, taking part-time Speech & Hearing Science Classes, and drinking too much. I was scared, actually. What I wanted to do was stop drinking all-together–that was part of the reason to start running. Because quitting alcohol left me with a lot of extra time. So I wanted to fill it. But not with more work, and I was already studying my a$$ off. So fitness and health seemed sensible.
I wrote a lot of goals in 2014, and was pretty good at tracking them and accomplishing tem little by little. The running just stemmed from that. I wanted to never break the chain. If you do something every single day, every day in a row, on those inevitable lazy days, you’re less likely to skip. Because skipping isn’t just slacking on one day anymore–it’s losing all the previous days in a row. If you run 1 day, a skipped day doesn’t matter all that much, and suddenly, you haven’t run in 3 months oops. But if you run 7, or 50, or 700 days in a row, when you feel like lazy-ing out–you don’t lose THAT day, you lose the 7, 50, or 700 previous efforts too–then have to start over.
I ran before work at 4 AM, inside hotel rooms (bear-jam), during family visits when everyone was having fun and I felt lazy, and once at 1:30 AM after coming home from work.
I rode a Grayhound from Spokane to Salt Lake City for my school interview–and ran in the hotel parking lot–in February.
I ran with head-colds, when I had blisters, with broken ribs (very slowly), and when I was tired.
I treadmilled after working for 10 hours, when I was very busy, on every birthday and holiday.
In bad weather and when it was 104F (outside, and I ran outside, b/c inside was worse w/no AC), I ran my mile.
The 2nd day of moving, after a sleepless (thanks kitties) night in a hotel, I drove a Penksy from Missoula to Salt Lake City, had to skip lunch, unloaded the entire moving truck, and discovered the hot water hadn’t been turned on in the new apartment. And I still ran.
I did it! And some days that was the only thing I did. Many days the only thing that got me out of my jammies and off the couch was my mile.
But there were good days too. Those first hot days in the spring are some of the best runs–you are finally outside! All the record-breaking days. Days after being cooped up at work or studying for finals–those runs felt great. A new running outfit or pair of shoes. After I got my Tom Tom fitness tracker and no longer had cords of any kind. Just feeling good.
And the drinking crept back in, but it is in moderation. I’m at a new job–and it’s not in the veterinary field. I dropped tracking goals (this year) because I’m in transition and it was a bummer seeing them fall by the wayside month after month. But I ran–1,000 days. In a row. No stopping. If I can do that I can do anything. I just have to put my mind to it.
So I created a work/community event knowing I don’t really know anyone in the state, and I work with duds/douches losers that can barely get themselves to work. But I’m a winner so I created a commemorative (/fundraising) event, knowing it was just be me. And my family who participated. And not being disappointed about that at all-because I’M doing it. And that is important–as is this day.
So now I may NEVER stop! If I broke a leg–I’d probably hop out a mile. Because I never want to throw away more then 1,000 days in a row of running at least one mile.
I have to be in a certain mood to really write, and though I want to be–today I’m just not. Tuesday is my most tired day of the week, so maybe that had everything to do with it. I’ll try though, because I do see the new year as a perfect time for new beginnings, and per the usual I want to grow as a person and be better. I’ve catagorized my goals and plan to MAKE plans of actions to attack them.
things I’m already doing, or kind of doing
-running. I’ve certainly been running and it’s a good stabilizing force, and probably the most healthful thing I do. Though I’m not going to lie–nearly every single day (and this is day 733 in a row) I want to lazy out. At this point it would take a LOT to make me break the chain, because that many days in a row is spectacular, but it’s pretty hard to get the motivation to put on that sports bra. I’ll continue on, for who knows how long. [time-line: daily]
-water. I’ve been drinking it daily like I never used to. I’m trying to get all 12 cups per day (to account for sweating in heat/working out/eating salt/drinking caffeine) and it’s hard. They key is drinking as much as I can early in the day. [time-line: daily, and early in the day]
-flossing. It seems a constant battle. Obviously, I want to do it, but it’s just a matter of DOING it, which is often easier said then done. I think I’ve been pretty successful at doing it before I brush my teeth for work. In the afternoon, before I’m really tired. [time-line: daily, and before I brush my teeth for work]
-Appearance is just one of those things that isn’t SUPER important to me. I’m a very low-maintenance gal when it comes to grooming and beauty. But, in the interest of just feeling more motivated for work and looking mature and everything, I’d like to continue wearing makeup on work days (except Sunday, when nobody really sees me and I’m there for 10+ hours). [time-line: daily, before work]
things to start
-Going to the dentist! And this is for sure happening this year. I’ll get insurance through my work, so just as soon as it kicks in, I’m making the call. I’ve already research dentists here, and plan on getting the full cleaning, and all x-rays, then setting up a regular 6 month schedule. What a relief! [time-line: call Tuesday, the 12th of January]
-I need to pain my nails more. It’s an easy thing to do and I have a lot of pretty colors. [time-line: Fridays, during the day]
-And I should wear my beautiful jewelry more. Those are really easy things that add an extra touch of niceness. [time-line: Monday, Wednesday, +/- Thursday]
-I’d also like to take more care fixing my hair. Instead of a pony-tail, maybe a braid or rows, or a nice barrette. And, as a more expensive, and long-term thing, this year I’d like to start permanently dying my hair. To cover all those grays cropping up. I need to schedule a consult to see what the EASIEST color would be so I can just go as far apart as possible and get my roots touched-up after the initial appointment. Which won’t necessarily be a color I like, but it will get the job done and be cheaper and lower maintenance. [time-line: Monday, Thursday to start]
things I’m already doing, or kind of doing
-I am such a different person than I used to be. I have learned not to make work my life. I’m not centering everything around it, or letting myself get stressed out over it. I don’t even check what color tasks I will be responsible for the next week when I’m there on Sundays. [time-line: daily]
things to start
-reading more for pleasure. I want to do the book challenge that specifies different types of books. The trouble will be finding the time in the week to just sit and read. I think on a daily basis, between work, tiredness, it’s difficult just to get my run in. But on my days off and especially on Sundays I think I can make time. And three days a week of reading is still more then I’m doing now. [time-line: Friday, Saturday, Sunday]
-read/outline my undergrad textbooks and notebooks. This will serve 2 purposes: 1) it will utilize some of that money I’m paying in school-loans and not make my degree seem quite so pointless. I feel like I’m paying all this money back, yet I never USED my education for anything. 2) I might learn the material better without the pressure of multiple classes, regurgitating info for tests, and papers and projects. I can learn the stuff at my pace and the stuff I find interesting/important. And a surprise 3rd advantage–I might be able to clean some of it out and get rid of it once I’ve looked at it. [time-line: Thursdays during the day? Try it and see if this day works, then reevaluate]
things I’m already doing, or kind of doing
-be more consistent about adding a weekly item to my positivity jar. I do it, but not that frequency. [time-line: Sunday night]
things to start
-I newed to re-start thinking of all the things I’m thankful for daily. I really liked it, and it was an easy thing to do, which also had the benefit of re-focusing my attention from worrk to gratitude. I just sort of fell out of the habit the less stressed and the happier I got. [time-line: daily, before sleeping]
-painting for enjoyment. It’s a nice hobby that Cool and I can do together. I want to paint light switch covers and finish my totem painting series. [time-line: Friday or Saturday, twice a month]
things I’m already doing, or kind of doing
-keep up on apartment cleaning schedule. This should be OK and easy, because I can’t live with the mess. Also, I have calender reminders set up in a routine I like. This will be helpful to keep on everything around home so there need not be any huge cleaning days and at move out we hopefully will not have a Riverton Terrace clean-up/fine situation. [time-line: follow calender]
-make a shopping list. I always do this, but lately it’s been more of a long-term list then is really helpful. I need to buy the items at least twice a month and start a new list. [time-line: as needed]
things to start
-scan all my photos and back them up on my external hard-drive to cut down on albums. [time-line: tomorrow–get it done ASAP]
-Also consolidate my scrapbooks, and make power-points or DVDs of some of the materials to save space (and future moving hassle). [time-line: next Wednesday, January 13th]
-set a consistent grocery shopping day! Problem is I hate it. But in order to cook, I need ingredients on hand, so this has to happen. I think every other Sunday after work will be a less-busy convenient day (relatively) to go. [time-line: every other Sunday, starting January 17th]
things I’m already doing, or kind of doing
-I have also learned not to place the expectations I have for myself on people at work. Through experience, I realized that only creates social problems and makes me stressed and resentful. People aren’t going to have my drive or dedication, and it’s not my problem. So a huge goal is to keep that up, because I really am bunches happier for it. [time-line: continuous]
-make a firm cooking date with Cool. We love to cook together and it makes the following week a lot smoother. Friday or Saturday depending on what else is going on will work well. [time-line: Saturday, January 9th]
things to start
-2015 was AWFUL for blogging! I didn’t do it, when I did it felt like an obligation, and it wasn’t too technically great of writing either–much like that last sentence. Partially, it was because 2015 was such a transitional year. Partially, I was too tired and adjusting to a new work schedule. And it didn’t happen a lot, because I was happy hanging out with Cool, and didn’t want to “step away” to write by myself. This year, I aim to be better than that, though I don’t know if I will go so far as to impose deadlines or post-numbers on myself. After all, it supposed to be fun. [time-line: write again Thursday or Friday this week]
I usually like to post all my reflections by December 31st and all my aspirations on January 1st. Because of a full-time work schedule, and a holiday visit–it didn’t happen this year. I’m setting aside more time tomorrow to write, but I did want to get something up on the actual 1st. Even though I really didn’t have time because I spent the day rearranging the whole living room, organizing all the books, textbooks, class notes, and scrapbook items, and cleaning. And that was a huge project, which was worth it because it looks so much nicer in here, there is more space (somehow, even though we added a bunch), and it’s less cluttered. Anyway, so you’ll see the most important items in the countdown are unfinished. But the post has to be posted on this date, I’m hungry, and times a tickin. So I’ll edit it after dinner and after Cool goes to sleep, but for now–bare with me.
15-the relief of staying at the Missoula hotel at a halfway point in our move.
We hadn’t planned on spending the money. Plus, the cats are generally horrible in hotels, and no sleep is had anyway. But we finished packing, and loaded the Pensky in record time–like it was noon or something equally early. So we decided why stay in a dusty, empty apartment when we could just shave off some miles. We made a spur-of-the-moment reservation at our lucky hotel (lucky because they had an opening WITHOUT a reservation on Independence Day and saved me from a major allergy attack. And from camping at pow-wow in the dust (and allergens). The cats even slept a little that night and it made it a more bearable two day trip rather than one long haul.
14-getting a full-time position with a schedule that still allowed me to see Cool
You never know when homophobia will rear it’s ugly head. I wasn’t sure if any work or housing protections are in place for LGBT people. Besides, this is Utah–known for Mormons more than tolerance. Also, work has a policy against spouses working in the same department. Even though we’re not legal or married or domestically partnered in any way, if they want to make a case against you, they can usually find a way. In short, asking for an alternative schedule to SEE Cool was a touchy subject. With driving time, her job keeps her away from home from 8:15AM to 3:30PM and mine was supposed to be 4:30PM to 1:30AM. We would see each other for 1 hour each day–while getting undressed from work (Cool) ready for work (me), and eating dinner. It just wasn’t going to be enough. And especially with bipolar in the mix and needing to stay apprised of the situation, it was going to be a major hardship. I got brave and negotiated a good schedule, then it was promptly reneged (see bad moments blog). In the end, work couldn’t give that other bitch Sundays, because that left Saturdays empty. I was still not trained enough to take that day, and the other kid who could take it (and didn’t want Saturday, of course) is a lead–so he MUST work M-F. So because they couldn’t move the lead, I did end up getting my schedule. But not because they were doing me any favors. Still, I’ll take what I can get. And now I LOVE my schedule. It’s really ideal.
13-Temple Square at Christmas
Who knew Mormon Christmas festivity would make my top-of-the-year list?! No, I haven’t been drinking the Utah koolade, it’s just that spectacular. Around the temple, every tree, bush, and pond is saturated with lights. There’s music and wreaths, and a really nice atmosphere. Both malls have decorations, and all of downtown is dressed up for Christmas. We took pictures, Cool stood in the middle of someone else’s marriage proposal, and we saw a fountain/light show to Christmas songs. The best part? We live within walking distance. We did not have to fight for parking or make our way through the heavy traffic to enjoy it. It’s so nice, people come from all over the state to partake.
12-exploring SLC, especially walking around the city
We didn’t move into this apartment complex to be downtown. It just so happened that the ONLY apartment in our price range that accepted pets, AND actually called us back was practilly downtown. We can walk less than a mile and be at both malls, the planetarium, the sports/concert arena, farmer’s market, the rapid transit–all downtown has to offer. We took full advantage on the warm days, and even some of the freezing ones, walking everywhere this year. And we’ve explored and taken pictures, and genuinely enjoyed this new city. I can’t wait to explore more areas while increasing our step counts.
11-getting true weekends off of work
My whole working life I worked weekends. Kennel work, of course, requires cleaning and feeding the animals. As an assistant, I had to medicate animals as well. In janitorial, those are the off-hours available to deep-clean. I’ve never had a true entire Saturday, entire Sunday off. Every weekend. So when I went to a corporate job it was a really nice treat being in sync with the rest of the world (and Cool). This only lasted for 3 months, but it was MY choice to work Sundays, and I exchanged it for Friday and Saturdays off and a late-start on Wednesday, so I’m still winning.
10-having a larger, brighter, more functional kitchen
I knew I didn’t love the galley kitchen in Spokompton. It was dark and unventilated and there was very little storage. But I didn’t really how much I hated it until I got a huge, bright, super-storage kitchen that was more open. All the kitchen stuff fits in it, AND there’s counter space!
9-getting a job in another state, before we moved
Moving is horribly stressful. And it’s expensive. I feel like it’s 2015, you should be able to secure jobs and housing online–but we are not there yet. You pretty much have to be IN the state you’re moving to in order to get the job and housing. Which is a major problme when you’re not made of money. Because where do you stay in the meantime? And how do you pay deposit and rent if you are not working (and you don’t know when you will be)? It’s very scary and logistically almost impossible. But, luckily, Cool’s Spokane company had openings within different departments in Utah. So she couldn’t tansfer, but she was pretty well guarenteed a position in the company. So she got a job. Then, they had another opening in her company, and since I have a medical background and a minor in chemistry (and knew Cool), I got a job. It was one of the greatest moments of my life because I was hired over the phone! And it was a big relief because it gave some answers to questions and a safety net.
8-the entire Christmas visit to my parents’ house–especially the owl painting.
We saw my parents a third time–a record–over Christmas. It was special, because I’ve rarely gotten time off of work to go anywhere. Especially over a holiday. And Cool could come again. So it would be the biggest Christmas I’ve ever had. When I was growing up, it was just my parents and I because extended family lives in Montana where winter weather makes travel dangerous. And after I moved out, vet hospitals got busy because everyone else was on vacation so where either boarding pets or using that time to catch up on their appointments, or bringing them in for Christmas-related emergencies. So I always had to work, and be by myself over the holidays. So it was special just having the 4 of us together. But my parents had got Cool and I a surprise. And they were so excited about it. And really building up the anticipation. We were really worked up into a frenzy about what it could be. At the very end, I guessed it was a painting session, and I was right! So we were excited to try it because my parents had a good time with it previously–and you get to keep what you paint. And my dad especially was all weird when we got there, because he was actually excited to paint, and for us to paint. It’s a big deal, because he’s usually stoic. The painting process was fun, and seeing all of our creations was a pleasure that lasted and lasted. We gazed upon them, commented on their different personalities and styles, and looked some more. We rearranged them and rearranged them again. The whole thing was really the best from start to finish!
7-running on the trail with Cool
Historically Cool HATES running. And she’s not fun to run with because she slacks off, complains, and just doesn’t want to be there. But this summer the stars aligned, she was in generally better shape, the weather was nice, and the trail new and beautiful. We ran almost every day together. She (mostly) actually ran, mostly without complaint too. It was a time we could work on our fitness, then we walked back to the car together. It was a really good time, being out and nature and having no distractions or screens, so we just caught up and talked to each other. It was really nice times and now that our schedules are opposite, I miss it terribly.
6-Getting to see Brandi Carlile in concert
Duh! Brandi always puts on an outstanding show. Even though I wasn’t in love with the new album, I loved the way she performed the songs live. She makes the crowd feel like family. She gets me jazzed up and also moves my heart. We weren’t stressed about standing in line or getting a good seat, so I was just able to relax and enjoy myself–unheard of for me.
5-Hope: Moving to a better, cleaner city with better job prospects and working a job that might offer future (non-veterinary) prospects for me.
Spokane only offered so much. We had sort of burned through what few prospects it had and were reaching a dead-end. We didn’t want to get a Spokompton mentality or get stuck and be unable to move out, and unable to move UP in life. So coming to Utah was amazing. It opened doors and gave us options again. Plus it’s a really clean, safe, walkable city where Spokane is not.
4-getting a washer/dryer
This was a long time coming! I had been doing coin-op since I moved out of my parents house in 2003. And it sucked pretty much the whole time. Taking your laundry out of your house is a burdan. No matter the sute dorm bags, you still have to haul it. And not just out to the washer. You then have to leave the comfort of your house to change it to the dryer. That’s if you trusted enough to leave it unattended in the first place. Then you have to make a third trip to collect it from the dryer. And good luck getting it dry–it’s never dry! That costs a boat-load of money and forget any special care instructions or color-sorting. That’s just not practical. Also, think about if the cat pees on something. Or you spill something. Or after camping when everything is all icky. You can’t always go to the laundry facilities at 4AM or midnight, so you then have to store that ultra-dirty stuff. And it’s ick. So getting a washer/dryer was AMAZING! Now we are real people, and I love it pretty much every time I throw something into the laundry basket.
3-when my parents visited over the summer-especially the aviary day
It took my parents 5 years to visit me in Missouri. And we hadn’t seen them since 2010. So when they came to Salt Lake City almost immediately after we moved here, I was really excited. Even better, I had a training schedule at work that was only 25 hours per week–so I actually had time to see them. We visited the aquarium and went to Cheesecake Factory, and showed them a lot of the same sights we had just barely discovered. Nobody fought the whole time, which was a record! That hadn’t happened in forever–we had gone through such tumultuous times. So it was all really special and really fun. The best was when the 4 of us visited the Aviary. We got to feed Sun Canards by hand, watch a show, and just look at all the bird exhibits. I love going to animal places normally, and including my parents and Cool was optimal!
2-when Cool and I had the exact same schedule, and worked together
It seems like Cool and I are always ending up on opposite schedules. In Spokompton, I worked days, weekends, went to school, and pretty much studied the rest of the time. While she worked swing shift. We barely saw each other. Then, when we got here, we suddenly had the same job, in the same department, and we worked the exact same hours. We had the same sleep schedule, got to hang out together all day, then worked in the same room. I loved those few months! We could do all the errands together instead of 1 person having to suffer through it alone. We could both clean the apartment at the same time, so it was faster and equal responsibility. Our runs could happen together. We had time to talk and hang out. . . Then at work, it’s independent, but we could take our breaks together. But then, Cool got an job offer doing billing in a cubicle upstairs which is more tailored to her personality, so in July or August, she went to the day shift and a different part of the building. But being together was sure nice while it lasted.
1-DMB/Hot air balloons
We visited Nevada and had a great time with my parents! My mom and I went in some historic railroad cars and got lost in Tahoe. We were both very scared (we’ve seen the helicopters searching for unprepared stupids on TV many times) and despite that, we never fought! Which is unheard of for us. Especially when there’s no buffer person with us. And very especially when we’re stressed. So that was a milestone. We also, on that trip, got to see Dave Matthews Band in Tahoe. Which our seats were in the perfect spot, and it was fun to have my mom along–since she hadn’t been to a real concert in forever. And DMB is always one of the best times. But, the very, very best time was the balloons. My mom and I had gone in 1994. And it was miserable. 3 AM is too early, especially when you’re 9 yaesr old. Even though it’s September, Nevada is COLD at that time in the morning, and we hadn’t dressed for it. Also, back then, they didn’t sell blankets or sweatshirts, or warm beverages. We got starving, and they didn’t sell food back then either. My mom and I didn’t have a blanket to sit on, let alone chairs. So the whole time we were tired, cold, hungry, cold, uncomfortable, cold, dusty, and cold. It’s difficult to enjoy even the best things when you’re so physically uncomfortable–and I did not. So ever since then I wanted a do-over. I’d be prepared THIS time! But September and college in no way work together. Every time the Great Reno Balloon Race came around I was just starting school. Or in Missouri, and getting ready for the first round of exams. Or working at vet hospitals and unable to take a busy weekend off. This year, I was only working a training schedule–and they had screwed me over on that PRN deal, so I didn’t feel guilty at all taking a week off. I wasn’t in any kind of school for the first time in TEN years. We could stay with my parents so it didn’t cost a bunch of money to visit. I packed winter layers knowing I would be cold. We made our own snacks and took hot coffee in thermoses. We didn’t have chairs or remember a blanket, but everything else fell into place. I was ready to enjoy myself this time! We got a good parking spot and walked to the event, then stood/sat in one of the only empty areas. We got to see the dueling balloons in the dark, and dawn patrol as the sun was rising. I got great pictures. Then, the BEST part was mass ascention. We had unknowingly sat right down in the middle of the field, so all the balloons were blown up all the way around us. We were right in the middle of the action! And I got more good pictures. It was even greater because my parents and Cool were there and everyone was in good spirits having a good time. I had anticipated the event so much, and had previously been so disappointed, that this was AMAZING! Now, I can’t wait to do it again.
Overall, 2015 was a time of doubt and uncertainty. But it was a very family-focused year and that salvaged things a lot.