What’s with the Wanderlust? – Now I know, I am half a twixter January 31, 2009
Posted by armina in thoughts.Tags: career, dream job, grow up, twixter, wanderlust
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Today I couldn’t work from objective reasons and I wondered how would life be if i didn’t have this small business of my own. If i would choose to go back to being an employee, what would i want to be?
I thought about the purchasing job offer i received a few days ago, and then i thought about being a project manager somewhere, and until i tried to figure out a country i would like to live in, i starting thinking about going for a Ph.D. to gain myself some time to figure what and where. Then i thought it would be too much learning and most of the companies back in Romania would consider me overqualified – because i would like to live in Romania.
No more studying, so i went for a thought in the opposite extreme…”The best job in the world” campaign…remember? The Island caretaker job for the 600 islands in the Australian reef. It seems there are about 2000 applicants and 2,3 million visitors. A really good promo campaign. If you want to apply, there is still time. Go here.
So I ended up where i never thought i would be – asking myself the wonderful question of childhood: what do i want to be when i will grow up. It is amazing – when i was 20, i knew it, when i was 23 i knew it, now i don’t know anymore. It seems there are so many things to explore and in the end, whatever career i would choose it doesn’t matter, as long as it deals with people, challenges me and there’s a team around.
I couldn’t sleep so i grabbed a beer (which i seldom do) and started searching for the answer on the internet. I bumped into a funny quizz, but as funny as it is, it made me wonder. At least in my case it’s true: i would be a good social worker or an artist (i couldn’t make my mind which picture to choose so i chose two). You should try it, it’s cool: here. You just have to choose your favorite picture and it tells you your inclinations. I kind of knew them but it was fun – and i am not a big fan of quizzes, so…
Then i searched deeper and bumped into an article in TIME. Such a wonderful article. It made me draw the conclusion that i am half a twixter. Twixters are the people between 20 and 30 who don’t seem to want to grow up…or who can’t. I am kind of one of them, too. I don’t know what my dream job would be (i know what i would be good at and what i would like it to include, though), i don’t want to get married yet, i don’t want to make loans. I dream about traveling the world, having a family. I traveled a little, i do have a finace and we are living together…so this makes me half a twixter. Anyways…if it sounds familiar, take some time to read this article: “Grow Up? Not So Fast” – you will find some answers to your questions. (I know the article is 4 years old, but we are behind US so it’s fine, just read it!)
My 4 days factory adventure January 29, 2009
Posted by armina in dareberry.Tags: amazing people, factory, outside the confort zone, simplicity
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A few weeks ago a friend of mine asked me if I could help her. She owns a translation agency and she needed a German-Romanian interpreter for a technical training. She didn’t know too many details, and I didn’t ask too many questions. I just said YES.
I liked the idea of a new experience and it was not a 100% unknown field, since i have done training interpretation many times before. So i just went for it:)
The short story is this: for 4 days i was interpreting a training about a precision welding machine. The high-tech of that machine fascinated me and the cold, the smell, the noise and the oily atmosphere from the production platform drove me crazy. I can say that now I know a lot about the latest technology in precision welding. I even know how to use that machine. I stood up and walked around the machine for 9 hours per day, dressed-up as if I was going on a mountain trip (and I still caught a cold).
The long story is this: I got to meet really nice people that were not very educated but had so much good-sense that not even a Ph. D. could overpass them. These guys were amazing – all they wanted to know was what they should do to do their job best. They were the most proactive participants i have ever seen in a training i have been in. They asked all the possible questions, trying to get as much know-how as possible in the flat price the training was delivered for. They were also very stubborn. They knew some English and insisted in making themselves understood instead of waiting for me to translate. The trainer was a really cool guy who happened to be from Frankfurt am Main – a town with tons of memories for me – so we went for a drink afterwords and exchanged some opinions about cars, cheese and the Romanian culture. I also learned a lot of technical terms (industry related) in German. The last day was the most amazing though: I woke up as usually and felt sick. I almost felt like not going but I thought I would push my limits. Again, the cold, the noise, the machine and its functions, and in the end i came back to town by bus not by train. I set by a very interesting lady. She was so simple and so amazingly interesting. She was working for that company since she finished high school and she had 3 kids one more wonderful than the other, and she kept talking about school, about the old times, about all sorts of things, and i kept listening. The trip is about 30 minutes. We got to town and we said good-bye, no names exchanged or anything…as if i was working in the factory since forever and we were going to see each other in the same bus again. This reminded me of my mother’s youth – she also used to work in a factory for about 20 years until she got sick and she retired. I almost felt like i lived a day of her life from about 10 years ago.
All in all it was amazing to connect with these simple people for whom family is so important, doing a good job is all that counts when at work, no matter the salary or the working conditions, and that huge “amount” of good-sense…
So, yes, i got a cold and a strange dizziness but it was a great experience.
My dareberry for today is: no matter how many years of school you have, or how many countries you have seen, or how much money you make or spend per month, try to meet simple people and let yourself charmed by them. They are not hard to find and listening to them is always a win-win.
Vegetation is good January 19, 2009
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Remember when in high school we were learning about beans’ growing? At biology, they would ask us to put a bean on a water soaked cotton piece and place it somewhere warm. After some days of waiting we would see an embryo. Those days of waiting were called vegetation.
In Romanian “vegetation” has a bad connotation – the same as “to be a parasite”, “to loose time” etc. Therefore…not useful.
But I am going to contradict the public opinion in this post. Actually this is my dareberry for today – “Vegetate and grow an embryo!”
The thing with vegetation is that the environment has to be suitable for that bean to grow an embryo at the end of that number of days. There are also beans that never grow an embryo, even with a suitable environment.
What I did, was to take 3 days away, put myself in a “boring” environment, where friends were only in the address book of my mobile, and they were staying there, get myself on a “no-news diet”, have the meals of my dreams (in my case low-fat, no pork kind of thing), find a familiar and comfy room and just lay there. I watched some movies, played some computer games, read something…in one word: “vegetation”.
Now vegetation is over and when I woke up today I felt different. It is also the subconscious “Monday, a good day for big things”, but sometimes this wasn’t enough. I grew a small plant:). I am full of energy and working enthusiastically on several projects thanks to the vegetation period. It helps clean your mind. Not, clear your mind, but literally clean your mind.
…or you might hate it so much that as Bomberman says “You can go outside and play now”, you will run away from anything like vegetation and do the extreme opposite, which is also great:).
Let’s get lost together January 16, 2009
Posted by armina in dareberry, thoughts.Tags: a kid's life, imagination gardener, life mission, thoughts
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A while ago i finished reading Brida by Coelho. I am not going to praise him – his writing style has good parts and bad parts…whatever. I liked the book a lot. Since then i am sort of under anesthesia. I regained a world i thought i lost – being able to write fantasy stories.
When i was in high school, i used to dream stories and the very next morning i would write them…it felt great and i felt special. not proud or arrogant, just glad i could write nice stories. In university my world crashed for a while (because of a guy) and i couldn’t write anymore (i couldn’t even smile for quite some time)…
It all started in secondary school…I had a literature teacher that made us learn by heart all commentaries for the books we should have read. I tried once to write my own opinion and she hated it so afterwords i just learned whatever she dictated. but no matter how much i would have learned she wouldn’t give more than 7 (out of 10). i disliked her but i tried to do my best in finding explanations for her behavior, finding excuses. In the end i just decided she was almost bald because of how mean she was.
When i got to high school, the first lesson with my literature teacher gave me the impression that this one was awful, too. And the hilarious part in this whole thing, is the fact that i probably have been reading more than all my colleagues together.
So my first moment of rebellion came. I used to be the kind of kid that is too serious for her age, that did all the homework and frightened guys who might have cared for her (i guess i still somehow intimidate guys). I decided that i will not make my homework and piss of the literature teacher. Nobody knew me, so why the hell not…so she asked me, and i stood up and told her i didn’t do my homework. She was pissed off but somehow she liked me. And this is how i started writing and discovered i was talented (at least back then…i have probably lost half of the skills i had…). She insisted that we don’t copy, learn by heart or sometimes even read other people’s commentaries until we have written down our own opinion about a book. So i did it…i started writing my own opinion about the books i read and…it seemed i got talent…
Then came university…i was craving to go for theater acting but did the rational thing…computer science because i didn’t have the guts to believe they could choose me in for a 18 students-class. It was not only the rational thing to go for computer science but also a responsible thing…i would have definitely been able to support myself after graduating. and it also had to do with a softer side…when i was a child i wanted to work for Disney to create those beautiful stories and the pretty animations. i thought computer science should have been the first step. how wrong…
Now is over…graduated 3 years ago. in the meantime i started and almost finished a masters, too. i don’t regret these choices. but i wonder what would have happened if i would have chosen, not computer science, not acting, but literature.
A few days ago i had a dream. It was amazing! i was in this unknown world, it seemed like i was in Zurich, but soo different. there were pretty women on the streets. i was with a guy who’s face i don’t remember, it was a guy i don’t know in the real life. we were walking on the street and more and more women, dressed like in the Indian traditional sari were coming from different directions hurrying in the same direction. We decided to follow them and find out what was happening, where were they going? so we go after them, and we end up at the lake. there were a bunch of colored guys there, dressed in African colorful costumes and dancing in a line near the lake. Most of the women were on the lake-side and one of them was throwing roses in the water. there were 3 ladies in the water…it seemed summer but it looked like they were freezing. one of them went down into the water to bring the drowning roses to the surface. the other two were helping her to catch her breath from time to time. we figured it out that the one that was saving the red roses from drowning, was the bride. there was no groom though…she had to save 3 roses and the damn roses couldn’t flout, and it was getting harder and harder to catch her breath between saving the roses. they were all happy and colorful and it was a majestic happening.
I should have been a literature teacher…though teacher is not the word i am looking for…i should have been the kind of dareberry that shows kids how to be creative, open-minded and unlimited…and still, i would love to be an “imagination gardener”…
are you lost with me yet?…i said “imagination gardener”:)
