I'm blessed to say that I'll be interning at Biogen Idec this summer!! Not only will I be gaining valuable HR experience, but a paycheck as well! God is so good!!
After interviewing with 3 HR managers yesterday, I knew that Biogen Idec was the right fit for me. Honestly, I wouldn't have been a good fit at Genworth and God didn't see it fit for me to work there.
Since I'll be working this summer, I'll also graduate in August! Hallelujah!!! I didn't know how I was going to pay for school and find a paid fall internship if things didn't work out this summer. I'm so thankful that I had enough faith to keep looking for an internship and refrain from registering for fall classes.
Remember to always keep the faith people. Blessings come to those who wait,.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
I don't know what the future holds...
...but I do know who holds the future!
I've come to realize that I don't know what my future holds. Normally this would scare me because I'm a planner by nature. But I have a sweet, calm assurance that I know everything will be ok.
Some people may find it weird that I really don't know what career I really want in life. Shoot, I think it's a bit crazy myself. When I was in 3rd grade I wanted to be an architect. Then by middle school I wanted to be a broadcast journalist with dreams of working for CNN.
In undergrad I majored in mass communications with a journalism major -- not broadcasting. I decided then that I didn't want to be on the news. The summers after my sophomore and junior years of college I had public relations internships. Once again my focus had shifted. But by the time I quit (yes I said quit) the second internship, I realized that PR wasn't for me.
I tried out a couple different jobs between undergrad and grad school, and somehow I decided to go back to school for Human Resources. I thought a Master's in HR would give me plenty of choices when it came to choosing a career. Indeed it has, but I still don't know what's for me.
Am I afraid to have a real career? Does it scare me to be tied to a job for an extended period of time? Am I avoiding the inevitable? Sometimes I think the answer is yes to all of these questions.
Although I really don't know what I want to do or if I even want a career (lol), I still give my all to school and looking for jobs. But the real question is, will any job or career ever really satisfy me? Will I ever look forward to going to work? Or will work always be a means for me to collect a paycheck? Heck, will I ever even get a job?
Lately I've been thinking about a career in small event planning. I think it would be fun. I like helping people. I love planning! I think I find great money-saving tips and tricks. Planning things excites me. It's something I actually look forward to. If I had a job like that I don't think I would ever be dissatisfied. People always say that you should do what you love and then it won't feel like work. Planning events wouldn't feel like work to me, but I don't think it's a logical choice in this economy. And how the heck would I gain the trust of strangers to let me plan their events?
Maybe my head is too far in the clouds. Who knows?
All I know is that I'm looking forward to my future and I'm thanking God in advance for whatever he has instore for me!
I've come to realize that I don't know what my future holds. Normally this would scare me because I'm a planner by nature. But I have a sweet, calm assurance that I know everything will be ok.
Some people may find it weird that I really don't know what career I really want in life. Shoot, I think it's a bit crazy myself. When I was in 3rd grade I wanted to be an architect. Then by middle school I wanted to be a broadcast journalist with dreams of working for CNN.
In undergrad I majored in mass communications with a journalism major -- not broadcasting. I decided then that I didn't want to be on the news. The summers after my sophomore and junior years of college I had public relations internships. Once again my focus had shifted. But by the time I quit (yes I said quit) the second internship, I realized that PR wasn't for me.
I tried out a couple different jobs between undergrad and grad school, and somehow I decided to go back to school for Human Resources. I thought a Master's in HR would give me plenty of choices when it came to choosing a career. Indeed it has, but I still don't know what's for me.
Am I afraid to have a real career? Does it scare me to be tied to a job for an extended period of time? Am I avoiding the inevitable? Sometimes I think the answer is yes to all of these questions.
Although I really don't know what I want to do or if I even want a career (lol), I still give my all to school and looking for jobs. But the real question is, will any job or career ever really satisfy me? Will I ever look forward to going to work? Or will work always be a means for me to collect a paycheck? Heck, will I ever even get a job?
Lately I've been thinking about a career in small event planning. I think it would be fun. I like helping people. I love planning! I think I find great money-saving tips and tricks. Planning things excites me. It's something I actually look forward to. If I had a job like that I don't think I would ever be dissatisfied. People always say that you should do what you love and then it won't feel like work. Planning events wouldn't feel like work to me, but I don't think it's a logical choice in this economy. And how the heck would I gain the trust of strangers to let me plan their events?
Maybe my head is too far in the clouds. Who knows?
All I know is that I'm looking forward to my future and I'm thanking God in advance for whatever he has instore for me!
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Breathe Again
I've had to take many deep breaths since I found out I didn't get either of the internships at Genworth Financial. It's whatever though. What God has for me is for me. And God didn't have those internships for me. They were for other people.
I've picked myself up, dusted myself off, and applied to other internships. It took me a couple days because I really wasn't up to it, but there's no faith without action.
I must admit that I had a mini --ok major-- breakdown the other day. It's been a couple months since I've had one of those episodes. And I think I came to the realization that my post-partum depression isn't completely gone.
PPD is such a taboo subject that I don't really discuss it with people. No, I haven't had any thoughts of hurting my baby or myself. My PPD is more like post-partum anxiety. I've had many anxiety attacks since my daughter's birth. I've had unsettling feelings that other people can't take care of her the way I can or that she is in danger for no apparent reason. These feelings started before I was discharged from the hospital, and they've never been regular "baby blues."
I've talked to my doctor about them and he thinks that I just have a "touch" of PPD. The sad part is that I'm really not surprised that I ended up with PPD or PPA. I've suffered from anxiety attacks for almost 5 years. I've suffered from depression and PTSD before. I'm glad to say that I've always managed these roadblocks with much prayer, some counseling, and no medication. And I think I've done a darn good job handling it.
Despite my emotional hangups, I must admit that I'm ready to just breathe again. I'm tired of holding my breath aniticipating something bad will happen.
I've picked myself up, dusted myself off, and applied to other internships. It took me a couple days because I really wasn't up to it, but there's no faith without action.
I must admit that I had a mini --ok major-- breakdown the other day. It's been a couple months since I've had one of those episodes. And I think I came to the realization that my post-partum depression isn't completely gone.
PPD is such a taboo subject that I don't really discuss it with people. No, I haven't had any thoughts of hurting my baby or myself. My PPD is more like post-partum anxiety. I've had many anxiety attacks since my daughter's birth. I've had unsettling feelings that other people can't take care of her the way I can or that she is in danger for no apparent reason. These feelings started before I was discharged from the hospital, and they've never been regular "baby blues."
I've talked to my doctor about them and he thinks that I just have a "touch" of PPD. The sad part is that I'm really not surprised that I ended up with PPD or PPA. I've suffered from anxiety attacks for almost 5 years. I've suffered from depression and PTSD before. I'm glad to say that I've always managed these roadblocks with much prayer, some counseling, and no medication. And I think I've done a darn good job handling it.
Despite my emotional hangups, I must admit that I'm ready to just breathe again. I'm tired of holding my breath aniticipating something bad will happen.
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