Work, life and things in between – Day 49 – Marching on!
Well, I have decided to go ahead with this project of going back to school. I am heading east this morning and will be there just on time for my Mom’s birthday dinner.
My assignment on the flight is to complete my registration form to University for the Coaching program I just applied to. They want me to describe “in detail” my work history and how it ties with this program, why I want to take it and how likely I am to succeed. So my resume will not be sufficient here. They need a story.
I am irritated. I have issues with doing things which appear to be of no value. Are you telling me they truly read all of this, from each applicant? I am a customer, they are a business. Let’s get to the bottom line here.
I feel like going back to my days when I was a mother of young children who, like all parents, was being bombarded with questions a thousand times a day. I want to answer: “just because!” when asked a question too many times.
Of course. I know. They need to protect the institution’s reputation. Nobody wants dropout ratio to increase. So, they want to make sure you will complete and succeed the course. I get that.
Truth be told, what is really going on here, is my resistance to all of this. As anyone dealing with significant decisions, I am trying to find someone to blame for my discomfort. Makes it all a lot easier, doesn’t it? But I catch myself. I know the drill. Been there, done it, bought the t-shirt as they say.
Actually, for me to complete the otherwise ordinary form and sending the check in is to agree to embark on a whole new journey. Ô boy! This will be coming at me. Fifty (50) days into a sabbatical and I am already starting to turn my world upside down.
The program itself is not the issue. It is what I will do with it that I sense will change my life!
I am so glad you can order hard liquor on the morning flight in business class! It makes signing at the bottom of the page a lot easier!
I am pressing forward with this. Change is good. New is healthy. To day 50. My alarm goes off at 6 am and just as it rings I remember that I did not move the clock back last night when the rest of the country did. Fall back, spring forward. How hard is that? I could have slept another hour.
I am heading east this morning and will be there just on time for my Mom’s birthday dinner. I am looking forward to that. It will be cozy; Mom, dad, my brother, Tem and I.
My assignment on the flight is to complete my registration form to University for the Coaching program I just applied to. They want me to describe “in detail” my work history and how it ties with this program, why I want to take it and how likely I am to succeed. So my resume will not be sufficient here. They need a story.
I am irritated. I have issues with doing things which appear to be of no value. Are you telling me they truly read all of this, from each applicant? I am a customer, they are a business. Let’s get to the bottom line here.
I feel like going back to my days as a mother o young children and answer: “just because!” when asked a question too many times.
Of course. I know. They need to protect the institution’s reputation. Nobody wants dropout ratio to increase. So, they want to make sure you will complete and succeed the course. I get that. But, I am not sure their selection method is the right one then.
What if I wanted to register for a class simply because it interests me? How is that for a shocker?
What if I were a lawyer who wants to know about coaching? Just because you do not follow a linear path does not mean you are drifting!
Luckily, the state of chaos in the work place these days allows for people to change trajectory….they seldom see the benefit of it at first, but most of those who daringly do so, are thrilled with the results. Change is good.
New is healthy.
Anyway, since I am sitting on this plane for 5 hours, I have nothing better to do, so I will comply.