idyllic al buehler

19 07 2012

you wouldn’t start a run in a storm.
but when the rain spontaneously starts mid-run, though you knew full well it was drizzling when you left the house, you can enjoy it with childlike abandon. that feeling of being soaked to your underpants and squishing along in your sneakers is better only when you’re squishing along with your friends.

careers representing America

18 07 2012

i chased the long tail today.

to research Korean companies with ops in the US and vice versa, i called the Korean Embassy in the US, the Korea Trade Center in Miami and last, visited the US Embassy in Seoul’s site.

is a career in the foreign service right for you?

no no no. i have a path planned out in economic development. i want to work build partnerships, connect students to opportunities, recruit and keep employers in my community. i don’t want to be interested in another career field. dammit, Jim. focus.

yet foreign service sounds fascinating and a lot like economic development.

leeanne nance says econdev is ideal for someone with career ADD, who likes to solve problems, do market research, manage projects, interact with a variety of people for the greater good, create solutions and build relationships. fs is all of this + continual travel.

there are potential downsides too. most important, how do you incorporate a family and children into this life?

but it’s enough right now to note the interest and do more research.
after leaving a job i really, really loved, it’s heartening to be excited about a career again.

kick in the pants

17 07 2012

I’m prejudiced.
I discovered this last Friday when I lost my wallet. Not my best day.

Retracing the afternoon, I thought about the two places the wallet could be and the one place I wanted it to be. I crossed my fingers I’d left the wallet at my tenants’ home where I’d visited earlier in the day. This family calls themselves “the faith family” and every third word out of the mother’s mouth is “Lord” or “Jesus”.

If I’d left my wallet there, cool.
But, my wallet wasn’t there. Dread.

This meant I must have dropped my wallet at Walgreen’s, which is on a busy street in Durham, and sees traffic 24 hours a day. No chance my wallet would be returned at any establishment anywhere in Durham.

Driving to the drugstore, I thought about leaving my wallet in the school cafeteria at Sogang last winter. Someone turned the wallet into the office the next day, and I drew some tidy conclusions about the ethics of Koreans vs. Americans.

When I walked into Walgreens, I looked for the cashier who’d helped me earlier, a petite, Indian woman wearing eyeglasses. I hoped, rather than a customer or another clerk, this woman had found my wallet.

When the cashier saw me, her face registered recognition, and she asked if I’d lost my wallet. Whew. I thanked her profusely for finding my wallet, and she told me she didn’t. A customer found my wallet in front of the mascara display and turned it in.

I’m so ashamed of myself.
How many bigoted thoughts can a person have in just 30 minutes?
I have a lot of work yet to do on being biased.