my off-by-a-centimeter day

I have decided to blog again! I am going to be more dedicated to documenting my life post-grad. I think this will be so great to read years from now when I am (hopefully) somewhat successful. I will look back and see all that I have overcome. And you know me, I am all about documenting moments in life since I am a sentimental and nostalgic human being. This blog will also hold me accountable for producing something...and I will be able to write again and think critically. Plus, this will be my outlet to do something somewhat intelligent.

For my inaugural welcome post in my new "twentysomething year old" themed blog, I will have to write about my off day today. You know when you're building something or measuring something, there's nothing worse than being off by one centimeter. It's like you are so close, but that tiny little gap makes all the difference. Well, that was what my day was like. I had an interview with the biggest Latin American television network called RedeGlobo. It is a Brazilian company and I was interviewing for a position in their international office in New York office. This job position hit me like a ton of bricks. I have already secured an internship for the Spring of 2012 and I'm doing pretty well at CWonder. Sage, my first Portuguese tutor who currently works there facebook messaged me about the job and the next day (today), I was already interviewing in Portuguese!!! Of course I was nervous because a) I don't like interviews...when I get really nervous, I just stammer and get really flustered b) I had to conduct the interview in Portuguese!! I haven't really spoken Portuguese in a formal setting since college! I know it hasn't been too long ago, but I have not been practicing very often. And my summer in Brazil was spent talking to little kids--so...yeah, my Portuguese is definitely on the decline. The interview was strange. It all lasted for about 15 minutes and by the end of the interview, I realized I did not want the job. I was going to be an office assistant--making coffee, buying bread for staff, and answering telephones. I feel like I have more impact at CWonder. I also did not get a good vibe from the office and from the management team. It seemed like a position that had no growth potential...but I could always finagle something and try to move up. Anyway, if given the offer, I don't know how likely I would accept this offer... The thing is, I spent a lot of time preparing for this interview and the process was a letdown. Just like being off by 1 centimeter. There wasn't a fit for me and my gut is telling me to not take this job offer. Anyway, here I am again going off on a hypothetical rant for a job that I have not even secured.

Then, I went to the gym and worked out till 4PM because I wanted to go to Veronica's bikhram yoga class at 4:30. This was my second attempt to attend her class and it was a complete and miserable fail. Carlos, another co-worker of mine, was egging me to go with him to do the class for free.  He has been persistently asking me to go with him. So I decided to finally go...I enter the studio with 2 minutes to spare. I walk into this studio and this pungent smell of feet assaults my nose. I speak with the instructor and apparently, they only give out one free guest pass per class. And Carlos was listed for the free guest pass...and I wasn't. So I would have to pay for the class...and I wasn't in the mood to pay for a class that I thought would be free in a stinky room to do hot yoga for 90 minutes. nonooono. I just told the lady that this is not in my budget right now and thanked her for her time. Carlos felt so bad...and to be honest, I was also irritated. I lugged a really heavy gym bag all over the city to do this class with him, just for him and Veronica! I was already slightly moody because of my interview and hectic afternoon of going uptown and downtown and I just started to tear up. After I left the building, the tears just gathered in my eyes and sneaked down my cheeks. That was the frosting on the cake that had to make my day. Who knew such a tiny incident could finally push me over the anxiety edge and cry right there on Fulton St. in the financial district? As I made my way down the street with blurred vision, a kind lady who saw how distraught I was insisted that I walk first through the narrow street. She was so friendly and I won't forget her act of kindness. I dried my tears at the Duane Reade and vowed to never go to this yoga studio. I've just had very bad luck going there and the energy is just weird about this place. Plus it reeks of smelly feet odor! Sorry Veronica, I adore you, but this studio is on my RIDICU-List.

See what I mean by off-by-a-centimeter? So close, but no cigar!

Cheers and here's to a better Saturday!