Saturday, May 7, 2016

Can I Make This a Tattoo?

Social media tells me it's Mental Health Month, so I keep stumbling across all the great little articles and interviews which say things so much nice than I ever could. Or say things that I didn't even know I was trying to say. Most recently, this:
5 Things To Know About My Mental Illness — Before You Say You Love Me

 Things that especially stood out from this article to me:

1.       "I need to know that you love me with all of my brokenness...I am afraid that if I am completely honest with the people I care about, they will leave...You have to love the entirety of me — even the parts of me that are terrifying…They are still mine. They are still me." This article sets itself up as a warning letter to a fledgling relationship about to spring go to the next level, but for me, it is this fear that plagues me even in the search for a new relationship. I've never had a relationship start out where the other person knew the level of anxiety and depression I struggle with some days, so that they don’t even have the opportunity to think/say “I know what I’m getting myself into.”
2.       “I am mentally ill. Not the cute kind, not the inspirational kind…I feel the constant pressure to present my mental illness to the world in a nice, tidy package with a ribbon on top, to make it friendly, to make it palatable, to make it less scary….I cannot promise you that I will always be this charismatic, ambitious, passionate person that you were drawn to in the first place.”
Can I make this a tattoo? And, on the flip side, I often feel guilty about identifying as a person with anxiety/depression/metal illness, because I know, comparatively, mine is not.that.bad. I feel like I am not quite crazy enough to be a part of this tribe and that talking about it makes me an attention seeking fake.  But it's still the most accurate identity I've tried on until this point. Especially after stumbling across this Kristen Bell interview. To all the people who call me bubbly:





 
 

How I Got Here


I sat down intending to write a post titled something along the lines of "What Working In For-Profit Admissions and for a Non-Profit Taught Me" But turns out I had another story to tell first to lead me there.
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Five years ago, I was doing okay. I had been steadily advancing through the world of Event Management and was working for a beautiful, fine dining facility on the Mississippi River planning mostly weddings and other social events. I absolutely loved what I did and, for the most part, the team I worked with. (Because who loves all their coworkers, all the time, right?) In January of 2011, I earned my CMP (Certified Meeting Professional) designation. In order to be accepted to sit the exam, you have to have so many years in the industry, a certain level of education and  other qualifications. The exam is thorough and, being in a relatively small town (compared to my current location in the Twin Cities) there were no study groups and very few other resources available to prepare. And of course, it all cost money.  My company did not offer to pay for the exam or offer reimbursement, but I was dedicated to my “craft” and thought the investment would be worth it and make me a more valuable employee. I was so proud when that letter came in the mail telling me that I passed and I was pleased to put those three letters after my name, even if most people in small town Wisconsin didn’t know what the meant. Often times, they asked, and it opened up a wonderful dialogue about the intricacies of the profession.
Then, in July of 2011, the Monday after Independence Day weekend, our GM asked me to meet with him for a talk. It was like being called to the principal’s office. I joked with the other women in the office that if I didn’t come back, they could have my “nice pens.” (Uniball Vision Fine Point, still my favorite) I walked in to one of my banquet rooms where he was there with another female member of or staff. I think she worked in Accounting, we didn’t really have an official HR department, and I was unceremoniously let go.  To this day, I don’t know officially why, but I was offered a severance package and told that they would not fight unemployment, which led me to believe that this termination was no fault of my own.

It certainly didn’t make it any easier though. I was still unemployed…and stayed that way for nine months. Admittedly, I didn’t jump on the job search bus right away, I used a little bit of the summer to enjoy the few beautiful days we get in Wisconsin and not work nights and weekends. I was nurturing a new relationship and thankful that he didn’t think I was some sort of massive loser for losing my job. We had only been dating 3 months, and there was no reason he had to deal with that. I worked part-time as a server, got back into theatre (yay, nights and weekends free again!) and eventually started putting in resumes.
I eventually found myself working in Admissions for a for-profit school. There is no secret that Admissions, when it comes to for-profit schools, is really Sales.  I never considered myself a “sales person," I was certainly more focused on customer service, but the pay was decent, the school had other branches that provided growth opportunity, and the hours were okay (well, they were presented to me as okay). I saw a similarity in being a part of a very important part of someone’s life (it used to be weddings, now it was college). I truly believed that I could take all of the things I knew about good customer service (Make Eye Contact and Smile, Provide Immediate Guest Recovery, Welcome and Thank Each Guest amongst others….I had some magical guest service training ;)  and they would make me successful in Sales.

I wasn’t. I went through all the steps and did everything that was asked of me. I spent hours redialing and followed the script to a T because that was what was expected and I wasn't looking to rock the boat. I was told to “Think Corporate, Act Corporate, Be Corporate” by those that trained me, but when I was back on campus, my immediate supervisor essentially told me to throw all of that out the window. “Throw everything to the wall and see what sticks.” was his epic advice at offering enrollment to students. It was a balancing act, and I never officially got on board.  For profit schools have a pretty bad reputation. However, I consider myself to be fiercely loyal and tried really hard to understand how this business model fit in our society. Most of the students at these schools are non-traditional (meaning not straight out of high school) and they have non-traditional needs. They have full time jobs and families that they need to work classes around. They may have been out of school for a while, or never in school, and really benefit from extremely small class sizes where there is a lot of attention to walk them through this new and scary path. These things you may have to a pay a premium for, I got that, and I could feel okay about that. But it wasn’t the non-traditional students that I was hired to recruit. This school decided that they wanted to tap more into the high school market.  Several of us were hired across the company to focus only on high school students….and several of us got laid off a short time later when the school realized that maybe this campaign wasn't really working.  I don’t think any of the schools have a high school only team anymore. I was let go but told I was rehirable in another department.
So began another six months of unemployment, but I hit the ground running this time and it became more and more disheartening the longer I went between jobs. Finally, as my last unemployment check was looming, I was offered a position in a non-profit organization….as an Employment Coordinator. My job would be to help people find jobs. I had a lot of experience being unemployed, I had a lot of empathy, and I thought I would be really good.

And I was. I loved the job. It was rewarding, challenging, the people I worked with were amazing, the schedule was flexible, I had what is still to this day the best boss I’ve ever had, and the benefits were great. I got paid like I worked at a non-profit, but it was manageable and the consistent if small raises kept me feeling good about future possibilities. I worked there for a couple of years, things were fine. And then my boyfriend and I broke up.
While I loved the job, there was some debate whether or not we would get grant funding for next year and I was extremely nervous to become unemployed yet again. I liked my town, I had some friends there, many of them I met through my ex. I had a couple of close high school friends nearby, we had dinner monthly, but we weren’t daily fixtures in each other’s lives. My family was also close, but maybe too close J and I’d moved thousands of miles away before. I lived at home for a few months while I figured out my plan and realized that I didn’t have anything keeping me in town anymore. I’d always wanted to get back to a little bit of a bigger city and there weren't big enough reasons not to do it now.

I got hired as a Catering Sales Manager in the Twin Cities. Essentially full circle, nine months before my CMP was set to expire. I earned it and then promptly left the Industry. When ones earns a CMP, they have proven a number of things including possessing a comprehensive body of knowledge and a certain level of standards, practices and ethics.  Just because I left the industry for a few years, doesn’t mean that I didn’t continue developing knowledge, standards, practices and ethics that would continue to help me in the event industry. In fact, I learned things working in sales for for-profit education, and as an Employment Coordinator for a non-profit that I may not have been able to learn any other way.
To Be Continued….

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

"...and the soul's indefeasible duty is to be of good cheer."

These past view days have been good for my soul. And it's funny how, when my soul is being nourished, I tend to spend a little less time on social media. But I wouldn't go so far as to say abstaining from social media is good for me soul. ;)
On Saturday, after work, I picked up my mother who was is town for a conference and we drove back home to T-Town. I spent the night in my old bed and got in some LONG over due kitty snuggles. I also met the new puppy, who we call O2. (Oscar the Second) There is nothing that snuggling with animals can't fix.

On Sunday, I had lunch with a girlfriend and caught up on all sorts of exciting developments in her life an then had a hair appointment with another friend and she had more good news for me. It was really nice to have some honest conversations about serious life changes. It was also nice to belly laugh and be told by both while laughing hysterically, "Oh, I miss you!" My sense of humor may not be for everyone, and I had some truly awkward moments at a networking event last week. I also find myself holding my tongue more often than not at work because I haven't really connected with anyone outside of work chat.

After my hair appointment, I went home and had an amazing home cooked meal followed by an equally fulfilling beer with a third girlfriend where we ended up chatting about "spontaneous midgetism" (Yes, Blogger, I know that's not a real word, red squiggly line be damned) I think we both could have stayed for another if it weren't for A) The really obnoxious drunk old man next to us at the bar B) Being responsible drivers and C) having real adult responsibilities to attend to the next day.

Being home is beautiful
Monday was a beautiful day to drive back to MSP, which I did after sleeping in, more kitty snuggles, and obtaining two cases of beer from my Beer of The Month Club amazing Christmas gift.

Back in town, I had dinner with the ex...which could have been a lot worse and a lot more awkward.

I've been able to manage my cluster headaches, am feeling functional and useful at work, and had a great walk this evening around Lake Nokomis with who I think is going to become a really great girlfriend. Tomorrow I am going to a concert with another girlfriend and continuing to hope that I continue on this upward swing for a least a few more days.