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Sunday, 08 November 2009
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Moving On
Thanks for the memories, Xanga. :) Please visit me at my new home!
http://janellelook.wordpress.com/
Sunday, 20 September 2009
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Finally Employed!
Ahhhhh I finally have a job, and I couldn't be happier! I work at an immigration law firm in the World Trade Center in Downtown L.A. :) I don't know what my position is called (I'll name it "Phase Two" for now), but I think I'm a notch below paralegals. I help fill out forms and organize all the paperwork that is needed for each case. It sounds boring, but I'm enjoying it so far. One, I like organizing and perfecting things. Two, each case is like a puzzle because all of the information is out of order and incomplete. I'm kind of like a detective that puts together all the clues. The work I do is really important because the forms have to be perfect. There are really strict timelines, as some clients need visas by a certain date and such. So if a form is rejected because of a mistake on it, it takes another few months to fix it, and our client is screwed. Green cards hang in the balance.
The law firm is Christian-based, which means that their motivation is to honor God with their work. There are morning prayer meetings that Hamilton (fellow SP intern) and I intend to go to. How awesome is that? Also, it caters to Asian clients, and all but one employee is Asian. Finally, it's a female majority in the office... in a field dominated by males. By my calculations, this job fits all of my interests. Asian + Christian + international issues = me.
The one fact I can't escape is that God's hand was all over this. Haha. I'm so underqualified for this position. I have no previous experience in law, and I don't intend on going to law school. I actually avoided learning about immigration in IDS, haha, because I thought it was too complicated. Actually, I applied to be their Admin Assistant, but for some reason I got handed this other "Phase Two" position. Why? Who knows. Maybe they consider this admin... but it's definitely different from answering phones and making coffee. Also, the timing of everything was, well, only God's timing. I applied when they received a lot of clients - in fact, it's crunch time now. Additionally, they've been on a hiring spree... hiring five (and possibly six) people within the past month. In an office of less than ten people. Yeah. What the heck? Also, I was referred by Wendy, and that was a huge boost. And, of course, I met Wendy through BCF. Finally, this job is a) salary and b) at least a two year commitment (and SP is three years)! Ohhhhhh and lastly, I got Hamilton an interview, and they hired him as admin! AND the commute to work is less than half an hour! I could go on and on about God's provision.
I'm learning so much about immigration. It's crazy - they kind of tossed me in the middle of a case and said, "Go for it!" Haha. It was really overwhelming at first. Fortunately, my boss Tina (a lawyer, who is like 2nd or 3rd in command in the office) explains everything thoroughly and teaches me stuff every day. I really like her. The whole office feels so homey and comfortable. You don't feel the pretentious lawyer vibe that you imagine would exist. Oh, and here's the best part... in their kitchen/ break room, they have two Costco packs of Spam. What The Heck. IT WAS MEANT TO BEEEE.
I know I'm extremely fortunate because I know people who have spent more time and energy job searching and are still unemployed. I spent... maybe two months job hunting. It doesn't sound like very long, but trust me... when you're unemployed, it feels like forever.
To think I didn't want this job to begin with... how prideful of me. God has had so much grace on me. I am so grateful for this job.
Monday, 07 September 2009
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Books I
One year (and nine days) ago, I bought my first book at Goodwill. Dang. Who knew what I was getting into when I slapped down $1 for "Angels and Demons"? Who knew that this one experience would singlehandedly resurrect my love for fiction and books in general? There are many things I love about going to Goodwill. Since the books are generally $1-4, I know I'm saving a ton of money, and being thrifty makes me feel smart. Ha. Also, Goodwill sells other stuff, so I've found treasures such as a cup that reads "Coffee maketh bright the spirit." Oh yeahhh. Finally, the selection of books at Goodwill always varies. It's actually quite interesting to see how the selection of books varies from city to city. Because I never go to Goodwill with a specific book in mind, it's like I let Goodwill decide my fate. I scan the bookshelf and pick the most promising books (always with an eye for those New York Times Bestsellers). By doing so, I usually buy books that I normally wouldn't have read (much less bought). Therefore, it isn't so absurd to say that Goodwill expands my literary world. Oh, and I like collecting things. Books aren't the worst things to collect, though they are pretty heavy. I would know since I just moved.Um... so this is part one of a three part series I'm planning on. Here is the first list of books I didn't like with some commentary.I donated these books back to Goodwill (literally):1. Teacher Man by Frank McCourt - I didn't like the author's stilted way of writing. I felt like I was constantly bouncing around.2. The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupery - Supposed to be a children's book with a lot of insight. I thought it was boring. You want insight? Read "The Giver."
3. The Devil Wears Prada by Lauren Weisberger - Watched the movie before I read the book, which is probably why I didn't like it. The movie was great though.4. House of Sand and Fog by Andre Dubus III - This was a good book, but I didn't like the way it made me feel. When I read books, I become absorbed in the plot and feel what the characters are feeling. This book made me feel gross. Haha. Graphic sex scenes and feelings of helplessness.5. The Almost Moon by Alice Sebold - The plot was slow, and the book had too many flashbacks.6. A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith - I wanted to like it, but the plot was slow and only picked up about 3/4 into the book.7. The Nanny Diaries by Emma McLaughlin and Nicola Kraus - The book made me feel frustrated... which was probably the point. So it's brilliant, but I don't like feeling frustrated. The end.8. Life of Pi by Yann Martel - Slow plot... I wanted to like it though.9. The King of Torts by John Grisham - Good book, but I didn't like it enough to keep it.10. Laughing Boy by Oliver La Farge - Weird. I didn't enjoy the style of writing.11. The Girls' Guide to Hunting and Fishing by Melissa Bank - Decent book, but again, I didn't like it enough to keep it.12. Magical Thinking: True Stories by Augusten Burroughs - Also decent and easy to read, but I didn't really like the subject matter (his sexual escapades).
Monday, 31 August 2009
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April
My Auntie April was diagnosed with lung cancer last June. I was sitting in a hallway in Hedrick when my mom told me over the phone. We cried together.
I knew April was undergoing treatment, but that was it. My mom’s side values privacy, so I only heard details secondhand from my mom. For an entire year I didn’t see April – rare, since I used to see her every time I went home. April’s health got worse and worse. She stayed at home as long as she could until she needed to stay in the hospital. My grandma and Auntie Rhoda took care of her. In December, Rhoda was diagnosed with breast cancer. She underwent surgery, but April was her top priority. My family almost didn’t go to Hawaii last month because we thought April was going to pass away.
Last month (July) I was granted the privilege of visiting her in the hospital. I didn’t recognize her at all due to the cancer and chemo. Her voice was the only thing that stopped me from thinking she was a stranger. It was shocking to see how frail she had become. At that moment I thought, “This is what motivates people to become doctors. This is why people are so passionate about finding a cure for cancer.” In the hospital I could only talk to her for fifteen minutes before she became exhausted. I gave her updates about myself, but the topics felt so superficial in light of her sickness. I held her hand. She wept. I held in my tears – hoping to appear strong and faithful? Not wanting to burden her? Something.
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On Saturday morning my mom called and said the doctors gave April 24 – 48 hours to live. I debated the pros and cons of flying up to San Francisco. I felt guilty for even weighing my decision, but there were so many reasons not to fly up – I was going to the East Coast on Monday for a week, I had to completely move out of my apt., I wanted to say proper goodbyes to everyone in Westwood, I wanted to help clean our apt. before moving out, etc. Keo came over and prayed with me, and I realized I was struggling with “want” vs. “need” (Mark 1 Repeaters!). I wanted to go to the East Coast. I needed to support my aunt and family. So I booked a flight for yesterday (Sunday) morning and cancelled my East Coast trip. Most of Saturday was spent packing and hanging out with TGo, a roommate I’ll sorely miss when she moves back to Orosi/ Fresno.
Leaving Westwood on Sunday morning was really sad for me. I knew that when I came back to L.A., I would be driving to South L.A., not Westwood. More on that later. My cousin Aaron picked me up from SFO and drove me to the hospital. My aunt was sleeping and on a morphine drip when I arrived. Her breathing was labored. I sat in her room for a while, and then I was asked to go to the waiting room. In the late afternoon, my aunt passed away.
We stayed in her room for a while to grieve and say our goodbyes.
Some moments are indescribable. Packing for a funeral that may or may not happen. Hugging my grandma and feeling her body heave with sobs. Reading the Lord’s Prayer to April (“Your will be done”).
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Here is an excerpt from a letter I wrote to April a few months ago:
“April, I am grateful for your presence in my life. I know that you care about me and that I can depend on you. One of the earliest memories I have with you is going to the San Francisco Zoo. Do you remember that? :) Thank you for investing your time and energy in me. I appreciate how you’ve advised me, and I know that you want the best for me. April, one of my favorite things about you is the way you light up the room with your joy. When you greet me, you have a genuine smile on your face, and you’re excited to see me. Your humor, your zeal for life, and your laugh are infectious. I’d like to think that I inherited these qualities from you.
I admire how you selflessly served Gung Gung (my grandpa) and honored him. The fact that you would put your career on hold to care for him is evidence that you care deeply for your family. I know that not many people saw how hard you worked, but I saw your efforts every time I visited. Thank you for serving him, and thank you for showing me what it looks like to sacrifice in love. You set the bar high.”
Friday, 28 August 2009
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Unemployment
It's so easy to get discouraged. Although I've only been job hunting for a month, I feel like giving up already. I suppose I'm used working on things half-heartedly, so when I throw myself into a project, I expect to see results. Tangent: For example, in June I wrote a 13 page "guide" for IV's Ambiance team (basically we decorate the room for our large group meetings... and it's a lot more complicated than you think). Maybe it was because I felt guilty about not leading Ambiance as well as I should have this year, or because it was my last V-Team assignment, or because it was the perfectionist in me - whatever the reason, I was determined to prepare something that would help the next leader succeed. Anyway, the guide is pretty amazing if I do say so myself. CQ better use that thing!Back to my original idea. Therefore, when I devoted myself to job hunting, I expected to receive a decent number of replies. Oh, the pitfalls of being an optimist. Although my mom is a career counselor [cue irony], I ended up stumbling through it and learning from the battle scars because I am STUBBORN and can't take criticism from my mom. First, I whipped out a resume that I wrote last year. After my mom begged me for four years to visit the career center, I finally went during senior year (once!) and had my resume edited. Of course, I meant to revise my resume but ended up losing the paper/ I was too apathetic to care. Oops. So I sent out my original resume. Initially, I only looked for jobs that required me to send in resumes because I was too lazy to write a cover letter. Then I stumbled across a job that I really wanted [marketing assistant at a Christian homeless shelter], which forced me to write one. Tangent: How ironic is it that my fellow SP (Servant Partners) intern applied for the same job?! It makes sense because we're both in SP and are the same Myers-Briggs personality type. Ughhhhhhhh. AND he has connections. Freakin' a.After writing a cover letter, I realized I could now apply to tons of jobs that required one. I went on a search engine binge and bookmarked Monster.com, Craigslist.com, Indeed.com, Idealist.org, etc. Also, I looked up all the homeless shelters and womens shelters in L.A. and went to their websites to look for employment opportunities. I sent the same resume to everyone, but I decided to revise my cover letter for each position. By doing this, I thought I was being a go getter! Smart! Showing interest! Of course, when I say "revise" my cover letter, I did the bare minimum and changed the company name and position I was applying for. All the case manager positions I applied for received basically the same cover letter. I thought I was saving time and being clever.No one took my bait, so I started to get desperate. I applied for any non-profit job that I was qualified for (Well, except for jobs dealing with kids and disabled people. No experience or interest there.). Even ADMIN jobs! Gasp! Originally I thought I would rather die than shuffle papers all day, but these are hard times. I figured I could work in a non-profit and get paid well (30k+ = my definition of ballaaa). Keo, my new roommate, is doing Americorps, and she's getting less than 12k. For the year. Oh and food stamps. I hope I don't come across as snobby when I say this, but I don't want to earn 12k a year.This week I got constructive criticism on my resume and cover letter. I tried sending my cover letter and resume to my mom's co-workers (aka. other career counselors), but they were taking a long time to reply. Fortunately, I bumped into Brittany at Starbucks, and she edited my resume and cover letter ON THE SPOT. I was so grateful. Yay for God's perfect timing! I integrated her revisions and was buoyed by how awesome my cover letter looked with my name in BOLD LETTERS across the top (before, it was off to the side in size 11 font). When one of the career counselors called today, I expected to hear nothing but praise... and got completely the opposite. A plate full of criticisms. Ugh! It was depressing. I have to edit my resume and cover letter for each job? Spend at least one to two hours on each job? When I probably won't hear back? It's a vicious cycle. I don't think I'll hear back, so I don't put in the effort, which leads to a crappy resume, which is why I am never contacted. RAWR.So... I'm on pause. Stalking Craigslist, revising cover letters and resumes, and getting high off Starbucks' fumes. Great. If November rolls around and I still don't have a job, I'm going to look into temp agencies and apply for Starbucks. Yup. Minimum wage. I guess I shouldn't think of myself as entitled to more.P.S. I think I was inspired to blog because I just finished reading "Bitter is the New Black," a ridiculous memoir that started off as a webblog. The author talks about being unemployed for most of the book, so reading it was a bit depressing. Reading about her drunken escapades was hilarious though. You know LOLcats? She uses that kind of "language" when she's drunk. Fantastic. Also, if this note sounds more superficial than normal (no comments from the peanut gallery, please), it's because the author's style of writing was extremely superficial (in a humorous manner). Let's hope the inspiration (and boredom from being jobless) continues to motivate me to blog!
Wednesday, 12 August 2009
Wednesday, 29 July 2009
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Words, Spoken II
Goodbye UCLA, hello South-Central L.A.Home to drug dealers, gang members, single mothers, and some of the worst public schools around today.I think I’m in the wrong place.I think I’m in the wrong place because I’m a 21 year old single female college graduate with a yellow face.I want to make a difference, but I don’t have faith... in myself.I’m too naïve, too idealistic, too selfish.How will I escape the racial stereotypes that cloud my thoughts, and how will I find an identity apart from things I’ve bought, and how will I sacrifice when I’d rather not?What happens when I’d rather visit friends than neighbors, or listen to music instead of the Creator?His words are near: “I am with you. Do not fear.”In my presence you must take root.Remain in me and you will bear fruit.Let me mold your hard heart and form generosity out of greed, compassion out of indifference, forgiveness out of bitternessLet me break your heart for the incarcerated and the poorLet me into your soul, your coreWith me, there is joy in deep sufferingHis words are near:“I am with you. Do not fear.”So instead of having faith in myself, I will have faith in God’s power.I will trust in him to be Los Angeles’ strong tower.May we in Servant Partners choose to pray for South Central.Would our apartment be a safe place and not detrimental,Would we grieve with the city over gang violence and,Would we be people that proclaim God’s love, not remaining in silence,Would we be tutors to those who are failing in math, andWould we be babysitters for single mothers trying to stay on the right path.Jesus, you alone have the power to heal.I pray that your living bread is my main meal.
Wednesday, 03 June 2009
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Neglected
once again. Sorry Xanga.
Uh... what's new? How about 9 MORE DAYS UNTIL GRADUATION?! Btw, congrats to all you SJSU-ers. :)
The year seems to be speeding up as I approach graduation. Sigh. I'm trying to soak it all in and give God my anxieties about school, friends, parents, and job hunting.
The past few weeks:
- Took my UCLA senior portrait yesterday!!! I'm going to pass out wallet-sized photos and write on the back "K.I.T."
- Bought my cap and gown! Eeeeeeee!
- Last Sproul small group :(
- V-Team celebration dinner
- Last IV leaders meeting ever
- Sisters Appreciation Night
- Robin's birthday - Palomino & bonfire!
- Senior dinner hosted by IV staff
- Gina's back in L.A.! Saw her a record 3x in one week.
- Made cinnamon rolls from scratch - including the dough
- Decided to COMMIT to Servant Partners for three years! (I'll be living in South L.A. the next year, hopefully working in the vicinity, meeting my neighbors, and living with other SP interns.)
Coming up:
- SENIOR CATALYST!
- Taking pictures in our caps and gowns around campus
- Finals (end on Thurs.)
- Graduation 09! Parents & dad's side flying down.
- Summer Con
- Home for a week, flying in on 6/29
- Hawaii w/ parents & dad's side for two weeks in July
Thursday, 23 April 2009
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SP Update
There's a twist in my plans for next year. There's not going to be a Servant Partners internship. I was planning everything around this internship, and suddenly it's not happening anymore!
The full story. Last week I was checking my email as I always do. La la la... IDS emails, ohnine emails, Facebook alerts... SP is being postponed until 2010. "WHAT? oh my gosh. OH MY GOSH." My reaction was so strong that my roommates demanded to know what was happening. In the email, I learned that my "class" of interns for SP was being postponed until 2010. Why? The staff were praying and felt led by God to wait.
A part of me was indignant, "How dare they postpone the internship for a year after they did two rounds of interviews and gave me fundraising supplies already!" Another part of me was slightly relieved, "Well... at least I know they listen to God." Hahaha.
At first I was really disappointed. Not because the internship wasn't happening, per se, but because my plans for next year weren't solid anymore. I became another faceless senior looking for a job. My carefully structured Plan For My Life and Project Become Like Mother Teresa immediately vanished.
There are a few options now.
1. Decide not to do SP and do whatever (most likely live and work in L.A.)
2. Do something for a year and then come back to L.A. for SP
3. Get settled >> Live in South L.A., get a full-time job in the area, get to know my neighbors, become adjusted to the neighborhood, and be ready to rock when 2010 comes around.
I'm leaning towards #3... but we'll see.
Post cont. soon.
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- Name: Janelle
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