Elysha's World

Elysha's World

Thursday, May 29, 2014

Job Interviews and First dates



I’ve decided that job interviews are like first dates. 

They make you excited and nervous. Sometimes you’ve done your research on the company you’re applying for, but sometimes it’s spontaneous, and you see they have an opening, and you think you’re qualified to fill it. Why not apply for it? What’s the worst they can say? No?
It’s the same concept with dating. Sometimes you’ve known the person for a long time, you know all about how they operate, and yet you take a risk anyway. Other times, you meet someone while waiting for your car to be fixed, at a dance, or at a party, and decide to ask them out. 

Once they call you for an interview, or you call someone to go out on a date, you’re in! Then the planning begins! For a job, you start thinking about all of the questions they could ask you, all of
your past jobs, and past experiences. Why you’d like to work there, your qualifications, your education, and you pray your references will give you a glowing review!

For a date, it’s a pretty similar story. You start thinking about where you are in life. If you’re a student, you think about how much longer you’ll be in school/ the area you’re going to school in. You think about where they’re from, and where they’re going. You think about your job, where you went to school, how many people are in your family, and what your favorite color is. You start thinking of small talk and subjects that are safe to bring up. 

The day finally arrives!

For the job interview, you dress up. Especially for girls, you color coordinate what you’re wearing depending on where you’re going to interview. If you’re applying at a university, you may want to wear a cardigan that is the same as their school colors. When it comes to your hair, you could go for the slicked back, all put together high pony-tail or bun look, or you could go more relaxed and care free with a hair down or curled look. (It’s kind of a stressful situation. This is why it takes us so long to get ready if we haven’t thought it all out before hand). 
 
For a date, it’s pretty much the same mentality, except you have to think about the activity. If you’re going hiking, then you should probably wear sturdy shoes and put your hair up. If you’re going to dinner, then it really doesn’t matter what you wear or how you do your hair. 

You go in to the interview, or you meet your date at the designated place. You greet each other warmly with a handshake and make yourself comfortable.

Then the question begins! For a job interview, sometimes you take too long to respond, you share embarrassing information about yourself, or you realize you don’t have the right experience. Let me share an example from my own life. 

About a year ago, I was living at home, and I decided that I needed to move to the city to be where more people my own age were. So I started applying for jobs all over the place. I didn’t really have any experience, a BS degree, yes, but experience, not a whole lot. The calls started coming in for job interviews, so about once a week, I’d drive two hours to the city I wanted to live in, and I’d plan all of my interviews on that day. I didn’t really care what job I got. I figured it was a step to getting me up here. I interviewed at least 4 different times.

 My most memorable interview happened when I applied to work at a clothing store. I’ve never worked retail, but I figured I’m a personable person, and how hard can running a cash register really be. Besides that I liked the clothes there, and the music they played. I could do this! When I went to apply they handed me a 5 page survey about my experience, and told me to fill it out. They had questions on there like, “Name 6 different types of brand name jeans” “Who was Plato” and “What are the different kinds of jean styles.” I felt pretty confident about those. Then they had a question that said, “What do they sell at Pac Sun?” I hadn’t been to the mall in about 3 years, so I had no idea on that one. After about 10 minutes, I got called back to the interview room.  


The interview started and I was doing a pretty good job. I was feeling confident, I’d picked the right outfit, I looked like I belonged there. Then came the magic question. “Tell me three things about yourself.” It was too easy. Before I knew it my mouth opened and this is what my brain told my mouth to say, “I hate animals.” The woman looked a little shocked and said, “Why do you hate animals.” Then I tried REALLY hard to back track and fix it, but there was no use. I came up with two other really awesome answers to finish the question, but I knew they wouldn’t be calling me back, and they didn’t. 
 
At least at the end of an interview, you can walk away, and probably never hear or see anyone that was in the room with you again. 

First dates are a little trickier. Sometimes they’re great! You talk all night long, you have a lot in common, and you make a plan to go out again at the end of the date. However, sometimes there are awkward pauses, embarrassing questions, and you wish you could just go home.

At the end of the interview you give your possible new employer a hand shake, and then you leave, and wait to hear if you get the job or not. At the end of a date, you give your date a handshake, or a hug, and then you wait to hear back from them, or you conveniently lose their number.

Any way you look at it, dating and interviews go hand in hand. 

This video says it all! This is what's really going on inside all of our heads on a first date! 

Saturday, May 17, 2014

Me, Myself and I



Things that have been on my mind lately:

I recently finished reading Austenland by Shannon Hale and A Child Called It by Dave Pelzer. They’re polar opposite when it comes to books. However I learned a lot from both of them. I love the new movie Austenland. I saw it in theaters twice. Both times the theater was sold out, and I’ve never laughed so much as a whole group of people in a theater. I love that the guy from flight of the choncords was in that movie. Such a great cast!!! I loved it! 

A Child Called It kind of shook me up a little bit. It was a really good read. I had to periodically stop it and really think through some of the situations. I think it was a very therapeutic
book, and anyone who thinks that child abuse is not a real thing should definitely read it. It’s a lot to handle, but I think it was very good.


I’m in love with this song called Louder Than Words from the musical Tick, Tick…Boom. I’ve listened to it about 20 times today. It’s just on repeat. It’s got such a deep meaning, but also has a great melody. I 100% believe everything in this song. Actions do speak louder than words. Words mean nothing to me. Someone could tell me they love me, but until they show me over time, I don’t think I’d believe them. That’s why I have a hard time instantly trusting someone. I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt of course, and I don’t think that people are inherently bad. But to have my true trust, I think it takes a little bit of time.  

If you like the music from the musical RENT, then I think you’ll appreciate this song. It’s written by the same person who wrote RENT. He takes real life situations and put music to it. 

Here are the lyrics:

Jonathan:
Why do we play with fire?
Why do we run our finger through the flame?
Why do we leave our hand on the stove-
Although we know we're in for some pain?

Oh, why do we refuse to hang a light
When the streets are dangerous?
Why does it take an accident
Before the truth gets through to us?

Cages or wings?
Which do you prefer?
Ask the birds.

Fear or love, baby?
Don't say the answer
Actions speak louder than words.

Michael:
Why should we try to be our best
When we can just get by and still gain?
Why do we nod our heads

Michael and Jonathan:
Although we know

Michael:
The boss is wrong as rain?

Jonathan:
Why should we blaze a trail
When the well worn path seems safe and
Jonathan and Susan:
So inviting?

Susan:
How-as we travel, can we

Susan and Jonathan:
See the dismay-
And keep from fighting?

Jonathan:
Cages or wings?
Which do you prefer?
Ask the birds

Michael and Susan:
Cages or wings?

Ah...

All:
Fear or love, baby?
Don't say the answer

Jonathan
Actions speak louder than words

Michael and Susan:
Louder than, louder than

Jonathan:
What does it take
To wake up a generation?

All:
How can you make someone
Take off and fly?

Jonathan
If we don't wake up
And shake up the nation
We'll eat the dust of the world
Wondering why

Michael and Susan:
Why

Susan
Why do we stay with lovers

Susan and Jonathan:
Who we know, down deep

Susan:
Just aren't right?

Jonathan:
Why would we rather

All:
Put ourselves through hell
Than sleep alone at night?

Jonathan:
Why do we follow leaders who never lead?

Michael:
Why does it take catastrophe to start a revolution?

Michael and Susan
If we're so free, tell me why?

Jonathan:
Someone tell me why
So many people bleed?

Jonathan:
Cages or wings?
Which do you prefer?
Ask the birds.

Michael and Susan:
Cages or wings?

Ah...

All:
Fear or love, baby?
Don't say the answer.

Jonathan:
Actions speak louder than

Michael and Susan:
Louder than, louder than
Louder than, louder than

All:
Cages or wings?
Which do you prefer?

Jonathan:
Ask the birds

Michael and Susan:
Ah...

All:
Fear or love baby?
Don't say the answer

Jonathan:
Actions speak louder than

Michael and Susan:
Louder than, louder than, ooh

Jonathan:
They speak louder
Actions speak louder than...

Michael and Susan:
Louder than, louder than, aah

On another note I’m getting a new roommate in two weeks. I’m trying to go through things in my room and clean out. Not just my room, but within myself as well. I love hot tubing. I enjoy writing. I am surrounded by some amazing people in my life. I feel very blessed right now.

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

The Dentist: Call Me Frozen Face



Here I am again, in possibly my least favorite place in the whole world.  Yep, you guessed it, I’m at the dentist.

Welcome to my mind:

“I’ve got this numbing stuff in my mouth, and it has such a disgusting taste. I wonder if they find pleasure in making grown people cry. They keep telling the little girl in the other room that she’s getting a “Elsa Frozen filling.” Possibly because the filling is white, and the curing light is blue. I hate this. Although, I guess I should be positive, and think about how blessed I am to be able to come to the dentist. What did they do in the old days? Oh, here comes the needle.
 I tense up, I always convulse a little, even if it doesn’t hurt, but it usually does hurt. The dentist leaves, and the numbness begins. Dang it! Oh man, this is not good. He hit the special nerve inside of my mouth. I forgot to tell him about it. I can’t breathe! Concentrate, you’re going to be just fine. I can’t move my eyebrows. This is unfortunate, what is happening! It’s never been this bad. Not only that, I have cavities on both side of my mouth so they shot me up on both sides. BREATHE! Awesome, now that I have that down, I can’t swallow anymore. My throat has numbed quite a bit as well…I love my life…I love my life…I love my life.”

This is where I started thinking about people who go through traumatic events. Like that lady recently on the news who had to get a new face, because a monkey ripped off her old face. That’s a little extreme, but I couldn’t move my face…at all! I could only use my eyes to look around. I had to lay still. I couldn’t even close my eyes to block it all out, because my eyelids were numb. They started drilling, and I could feel everything. My face was completely numb, but they didn’t numb me where my sensitive nerves are. He asked me where I was numb, and I told him, even though I could barely speak or even understand myself. My tongue felt HUGE! He is my 5th dentist in 2 years. Awesome, right? He’s the third dentist to find my “Special” nerve. 

The first time this happened, my childhood dentist gave me a shot to numb me, and about 5 minutes later, my heart started fluttering. You guessed it, he shot right into my blood
stream, and the numbing medicine went straight to my heart. I had to sit up and shake it off for a few minutes. The last time it happened, I just had to lay on the chair with one eye opened the whole time, because I had no other choice. I felt like a pirate, and wanted a patch so I could cover it.

The dentist gives me an extra shot, on both sides, to make sure I’m numb. I need to be numb closer to the front of my mouth. He told me that his face paralysis will go away, but it's weird because it's the second time he's done it this week. Before this week, it'd been two years since that's happened to any of his patients. The dentist leaves. 
 
"'You are special, yes you really are; you’re the only one like you! There isn’t another in the whole wide world who could do the things you do.' Why are the lyrics to a Barney song coming to my mind? I guess I am kind of special and unique. 4th times a charm, I guess, right? Four shots aren’t that bad. They say once you’re numb, you can’t feel the other shots, but I know that’s just a lie they tell to people to make them feel better. I feel every single one. Five shots in one sitting is my record."

Eventually I finished my dentist appointment, and about half way through, the top of my face slowly came back to feeling normal again. It’s a weird feeling to not be able to control your body. I pride myself in being able to raise one eye brow at a time. When I was all numb, the only thing I could do was wiggle one ear. When the dentist came in, I couldn’t even smile at him. Me, not be able to smile? That was probably the hardest part. I was trying to tell them how grateful I was to be there, and smile to reassure them that I wasn’t really that scared, but I couldn’t do anything. That’s the worst feeling in the world. When someone is in that position, they need help. My face was so numb, I couldn’t even keep my mouth open, so they had to put a rubber stopper in my mouth to keep it open.  

This was just a small thing. It went away. It just made me extremely grateful for all of the things I can do. I had another opportunity this week to help a lady who couldn’t use her right hand at all. She was so grateful when I came over to her and offered to help her. I think people with disabilities, are probably the most humble people on the earth. They’re so kind and generous. They always have a smile, and they’re the ones who are trying to make you feel comfortable, because they know you feel awkward. They’ve come to terms with their life. 

While on my LDS mission, I somehow got a Staph infection. It covered both of my
lower legs. Luckily I was able to cover it up with tights and long socks. Eventually one or two made it up to my face. It was painful and embarrassing, because there was no way to cover it up. The doctors told me I just had bad acne, but I knew there was no way this was just a few zits. It was red, and burned and was puffy. I’d have to go out on the streets every day and talk to people. I was embarrassed and ashamed. I didn’t want to look at myself in the mirror, so why would anyone else? When I’d approach someone, or smile at someone I’d think to myself, “I’m a great person, I promise I am. If you could just look past my face, and feel of my love and my spirit, I know you’d want to hear my message.” Anytime anyone at all smiled back at me, or would listen to me, I’d forget about my pain for a little while, and just be so grateful they noticed me, and that they were willing to give me a few seconds of their time.

If the Lord was trying to humble me, well His plan worked. I’ve never forgotten that time in my life, and I think about it every time I see someone with some imperfection…so basically every day. It makes me want to go over to that individual, smile, and talk to them about life in general. I know that the thing they’re probably craving most is compassion and love. While they’re embarrassed for how they look, I’m looking at them and loving all of those imperfections. I’m looking past that and showing them, that they’re loved, even if they don’t feel like it’s humanly possible for anyone to even want to be in the same room as them. 

It makes me think of Jesus in the New Testament. People always talk about how He was always with the lame and the leprous. I think I understand just a piece of why he did that now. I can’t heal people, but I can try to heal their broken souls with love, and just let them know they’re not alone. 



 Just remember, we all have bad hair days.