<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27803596</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:43:17.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the.way.i.see.it</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27803596/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Phoenix Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14385329856214920661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27803596.post-114724733253065158</id><published>2006-05-09T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T22:02:29.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6636/2534/1600/objects.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6636/2534/320/objects.1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i don't know what i'll see over the next few months. who i'll encounter and the amazing trivialities i'll survive dealing in the two most explosive cliques: girls and booze.&lt;br /&gt;faced with both hope and pressure of a new job in a completely new environment, i find myself baffled. baffled as to how i got here, and as to where H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ERE will lead me to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://users.mercyhurst.edu/lcohic63/www/educ211/images/signs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://users.mercyhurst.edu/lcohic63/www/educ211/images/signs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My god i want to do this job well. I want this job to be THE job. The one you look back on and remember as the beginning of something. i've never really had that...a beginning. i seem to remember a lot of endings or near endings that served the same purpose. but i seem to be short on beginnings, besides the obvious ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i'm learning the job the way an infant learns. watch. comprehend. repeat. i have never been told exactly what my job is, how it works, what the goals are, what my function is. i simply float around. following a boss that has taught me through trial and error not to ask questions, and not ask for information that may take time. i have learned to not expect more than a 10 word email, nor any other form of information that may take more than 15 seconds to dispense. if i needed more, i would have to listen to her talk and try to gleen it from random comments that contain the names, dates, and other pieces of information i may need.&lt;br /&gt;I have never met a person with less time for vital info sharing than my boss. who am i going to see. what is his name. what is the phone number. can you email me it. answers to all those questions are NO. No. NO. if she has a moments she may rattle it of a mile a minute and i will have to pray to right it down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27803596-114724733253065158?l=seeingit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingit.blogspot.com/feeds/114724733253065158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27803596&amp;postID=114724733253065158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27803596/posts/default/114724733253065158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27803596/posts/default/114724733253065158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingit.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-dont-know-what-ill-see-over-next-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Phoenix Hurricane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14385329856214920661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
