Friday, April 25, 2008
Entrevistas
Voltei a dança das entrevistas. Provavelmente toda a gente que lê este blog sabe o quanto eu detesto entrevistas.
Desta vez era diferente. Era para a empresa para a qual eu mais gostaria de trabalhar. A minha empresa de sonho: Google. Tive uma entrevista telefonica há umas semanas que até correu bem. Passei à fase seguinte, o que foi excelente: mais uma entrevista telefónica, desta vez com uma pessoa directamente ligada à posição à qual me estava a candidatar.
Alas, estraguei tudo. Fiquei muito nervosa durante a segunda entrevista e correu muito mal. Tinha 30 minutos para mostrar que era a pessoa certa para um trabalho de sonho e não consegui. Atrapalhei-me com tanta informação que tinha preparada para dizer. Não consegui seleccionar o que interessava. Foi mesmo mau... Desiludi-me a mim e àqueles que estavam a torcer por mim. Recibi hoje o email de rejeição.
Preciso de um tempinho para apanhar os bocadinhos de mim e voltar à carga. Pensava que esta pausa nas candidaturas tinha passado uma esponja por todas as rejeições que recebi, mas não funciona assim. É sempre a acumular.
Amanhã é outro dia. Volta à luta. Chin up.
Desta vez era diferente. Era para a empresa para a qual eu mais gostaria de trabalhar. A minha empresa de sonho: Google. Tive uma entrevista telefonica há umas semanas que até correu bem. Passei à fase seguinte, o que foi excelente: mais uma entrevista telefónica, desta vez com uma pessoa directamente ligada à posição à qual me estava a candidatar.
Alas, estraguei tudo. Fiquei muito nervosa durante a segunda entrevista e correu muito mal. Tinha 30 minutos para mostrar que era a pessoa certa para um trabalho de sonho e não consegui. Atrapalhei-me com tanta informação que tinha preparada para dizer. Não consegui seleccionar o que interessava. Foi mesmo mau... Desiludi-me a mim e àqueles que estavam a torcer por mim. Recibi hoje o email de rejeição.
Preciso de um tempinho para apanhar os bocadinhos de mim e voltar à carga. Pensava que esta pausa nas candidaturas tinha passado uma esponja por todas as rejeições que recebi, mas não funciona assim. É sempre a acumular.
Amanhã é outro dia. Volta à luta. Chin up.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Sharing an embarrassing thought
This is pretty embarrassing, and that's exactly why I think I should share it with everyone.
I caught myself thinking today: "It would be cool if we could get that before we went to Europe so we could show it off". Maybe not so much "show it off" as "show it to our friends and family". Anyway, I realized this is not the first time I have though that, since we have booked our flight, and decided to journey through an introspection process asking myself the very essence of questioning; the question of questions: "WHAT THE F*CK???". (I don't usually swear, but every once and a while I do inside my mind - just thought you should know...).
Why the hell am I adopting this ridiculous behaviour, that I so often criticized on other emigrant people? I haven't done it while living anywhere else!
And now for the lame excuse:
I think it's because this time was the "big leap". We've risked much more, and also lost much more, for being so far away. Now it's not as easy to just get on a flight to Portugal, or get up and move back to Europe, and we don't go home as frequently. So we (or maybe just me) have a stronger need to show people we are doing alright. Actually, better than alright, we're loving it, albeit the above mentioned downfalls.
However this is no excuse to start being obnoxious, and showing off stuff. So please do make fun of me to my face if I do that. Please put me in my place. I will try to be alert and not do that. But also keep in mind that this is just my way of showing how happy we are. And that should be a good thing.
I caught myself thinking today: "It would be cool if we could get that before we went to Europe so we could show it off". Maybe not so much "show it off" as "show it to our friends and family". Anyway, I realized this is not the first time I have though that, since we have booked our flight, and decided to journey through an introspection process asking myself the very essence of questioning; the question of questions: "WHAT THE F*CK???". (I don't usually swear, but every once and a while I do inside my mind - just thought you should know...).
Why the hell am I adopting this ridiculous behaviour, that I so often criticized on other emigrant people? I haven't done it while living anywhere else!
And now for the lame excuse:
I think it's because this time was the "big leap". We've risked much more, and also lost much more, for being so far away. Now it's not as easy to just get on a flight to Portugal, or get up and move back to Europe, and we don't go home as frequently. So we (or maybe just me) have a stronger need to show people we are doing alright. Actually, better than alright, we're loving it, albeit the above mentioned downfalls.
However this is no excuse to start being obnoxious, and showing off stuff. So please do make fun of me to my face if I do that. Please put me in my place. I will try to be alert and not do that. But also keep in mind that this is just my way of showing how happy we are. And that should be a good thing.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Cookie Monster Instrospection
Me know. Me have problem.
Me love cookies. Me tend to get out of control when me see cookies. Me know it not natural to react so strongly to cookies, but me have weakness. Me know me do wrong. Me know it isn't normal. Me see disapproving looks. Me see stares. Me hurt inside.
When me get back to apartment, after cookie binge, me can't stand looking in mirror—fur matted with chocolate-chip smears and infested with crumbs. Me try but me never able to wash all of them out. Me don't think me is monster. Me just furry blue person who love cookies too much. Me no ask for it. Me just born that way.
- Andy F. Brian, for the always great McSweeney's. It's worth reading the whole thing.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Go Giants!
On Sunday I went to my first baseball game!
The San Francisco Giants beat the Saint Louis Cardinals 7-4. My friend Joel was kind enough to provide some explanation of what was going on: balls, outs, strikes, innings, etc.
I even saw a home run! I was hoping to see the "bottom of the ninth", after hearing that expression in countless American films and tv series. Alas, the Giants were winning after the top of the ninth, so there was no bottom of the ninth played*.
Fun, sun and hot dogs was had by all.
* Don't worry, two days ago I wouldn't have understood that either.
The San Francisco Giants beat the Saint Louis Cardinals 7-4. My friend Joel was kind enough to provide some explanation of what was going on: balls, outs, strikes, innings, etc.
I even saw a home run! I was hoping to see the "bottom of the ninth", after hearing that expression in countless American films and tv series. Alas, the Giants were winning after the top of the ninth, so there was no bottom of the ninth played*.
Fun, sun and hot dogs was had by all.
* Don't worry, two days ago I wouldn't have understood that either.
Friday, April 11, 2008
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Britpop and Indie Jams
We went to Annie's Social Club yesterday with some friends, and spent a couple of hours dancing to brit pop + indie music. Not at the same level as "Batô" (there's no place like it!), but a great time was had by all. Music played included Pulp, Blur, Clash, Joy Division, James, Radiohead, Stone Roses, Smiths, etc.
It was a young-ish crowd - I felt a bit old; students of different tribes all dancing in harmony. Or at least jumping a lot.
If you're thinking of coming to visit us in San Francisco, remember they organize events like this on the first Saturday of every month.
It was a young-ish crowd - I felt a bit old; students of different tribes all dancing in harmony. Or at least jumping a lot.
If you're thinking of coming to visit us in San Francisco, remember they organize events like this on the first Saturday of every month.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Yosemite
My parents were visiting us for a couple of weeks. After some local sightseeing around the Bay area, we went a bit farther to Yosemite National Park during Easter weekend.
We hiked on snow and rock, enjoyed the great weather and the magnificent scenery. We were amazed by the rock formations, the waterfalls, the giant sequoias and the clear lakes. (Vasco says: "And breakfast!")
We hiked on snow and rock, enjoyed the great weather and the magnificent scenery. We were amazed by the rock formations, the waterfalls, the giant sequoias and the clear lakes. (Vasco says: "And breakfast!")
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