Popularity, NOT Notoriety

What a week... Illness gave way to HR interview debacle which in turn gave way to my new internship and finally today... I screwed up another interview!!

But that story will have to wait till later cause I want to tell you another one about something essential in today's Blogosphere, and actually life: POPULARITY. I believe we all seek popularity one way or another, and when we find out we are not as popular as we thought we were, we get really disapointed.

I wanted to see how popular (or notorious?) my blog actually is, cause people keep telling me they read it, but all the assurance I get is their word, and some of them are not to be trusted... (and here I'm being ironic or sarcastic? I just don't really mean they are not to be trusted, only kidding) Anyhow, I decided to google this site reaching some very strange conclusions. Being incredibly optimistic I typed "Such is Life" and got at least 300,000,000 answers... it seems too many people have writen books and stories with that title... what I liked most is that it turns out Ned Kelly's last words were these three that give title to my blog.

I then decided to add my name to the search and my blog didn't turn up either.

Here comes the hilarious part (for you, embarrasing for me) if the word blog is added to the search, then...

"Ask sister Mary Martha" and I had to click on that link... OMG (literally)

and another one:

"Martha's blog: Finding meaning in the second half of life"

And then I realised that guy was right...

"That guy" is a guy I met at a bar (literally called Coyote Ugly, in D.C. -very very ugly place-) with whom I only exchanged one word:

- That guy: What's your name?
- Me: Marta
- That guy: That's a granmother's name
- Me:... (I gave him a nasty look and walked away)

So yes... it seems I have a granmother's name, at least in anglo saxon environments.

Anyway... I kept trying to find my blog and realised it is nowhere to be seen on Google, and I am crushed. There's no way to find it, so I'll have to keep bugging you on Facebook and personally till this little website has the notoriety it deserves ( I mean popularity!)

Yet another story... Such is Life.

To learn more about Ned Kelly you can read this website: http://www2.visitvictoria.com.au/displayObject.cfm/objectid.000E92DE-B241-1D06-970F80C476A90000/vvt.vhtml

What not to do...

The high temperature is gone so I'm back to class and routine.

I had an interview a couple of hours ago, it was with a girl from the HR department of a very important law firm (if not the most important).

Everything was going great until she asked if I was interviewing with any other company, and I made a huge mistake: I TOLD HER THE TRUTH, and the truth is I am interviewing with other companies, but not other law firms. And then she asked if I was more interested in business and finance or law, and I made an even bigger mistake (cause huger doesn't exist) and I said... BUSINESS.

I don't know why I just couldn't come up with a good reply. I blame the terrible cold I have for it, my brain is blocked.

I did sound confident, or at least I think I sounded confident, now I really don't know! But no matter how much she liked me, I'll always be the girl that made clear that she'd rather work for a consulting firm rather than their law firm. And I really like these guys!!!!

A thousand interviews and I still had to screw things up in a HR one (I thought those were my forte).

I'll go now and bang my head against the wall for several minutes, or hours.

Such is Life...

Such is Life is still "such" but now it looks nicer

Isn't it cute?

My muse has been gracious enough to come back and I have decided to give her a nicer place to live in.

May I present the new Such is Life, well at least its new layout, cause it is still what it always was: a place to write my randomest thoughts while I figure out what I'm going to do with my life (and while I keep my self busy while being sick!)

I'm still having problems editting my blog with the new layout, but it is totally worth it.

The creative brain of all this dwells here: http://betterinpink.com/ it is a lot of girly stuff, but I love it!

For the sake of memory keeping, here's my homage to the old Such is Life:

Sick of sickness

In such times as these the worse thing that can happen to you is fall sick. Not only because you feel like hell (head and back ache, high temperature and the subsequent nightmares...) but because everyone thinks you have THE FLU, as in H1N1 flu... me included. I've been trying to track the source of my ilness, and have come down with two possible sources of it and none of them relate to anyone who has The Flu, but still, if you know me, you must know I'm obsessing about it. A lot.

I have the weirdest nightmares when I'm sick, last night it consisted on me infecting the whole world with my flu, but there were massive factories involved in it, but still I was aware I was in my bed and half awake... and I kept waking up and dreaming the same dream all night. By 7 a.m I was so tired of not sleeping that I decided to wake up and watch TV, wich is what I've been doing all day long.

I have a very busy month of May ahead. Classes and interviews as usual, but to that you have to add an internship that should start this week but that may not because I am... sick.

And with these words I'm going to shut my computer and keep doing nothing but fill my bin with tissues. Nice.

You all keep away from me till further notice.

Mal de muchos, consuelo de tontos

While my Muse gets to see the World (she actually sent a letter yesterday saying she is not planning to come back any time soon) I carry on with my routine: Class, Interviews, TV... I am seriously starting to think that if I really want to find a job I have to step out of my comfort zone and start looking for the unexpected.

This morning, I was lost in such thoughts about the job market when I read an email from a friend, and she made me feel a little less alone. "Mal de muchos, consuelo de tontos" which means that if a bad thing happens to a lot of people, it feels less bad somehow. Sorry but I am no translator, so if anyone has any suggestions on how to translate this saying, I accept any kind of help.

The email had this link attached:

http://video.nytimes.com/video/2009/04/17/business/1194839618058/life-after-wharton.html?ref=business

I deffinetely feel less alone.

Thanks Lu. I think we should keep looking though, things don't usually happen if you just sit around and wait for them to actually happen.

Muse on Hiatus

My creativity seems to work just like TV shows, and right now she's on hiatus. Still don't know for how long since she never tells me when she plans to show up, but she's been gone for almost two weeks now, and I'm starting to be a little angry at her.

Maybe it's time to fire my muse and hire a new one.

What if?

Today I'm going to entertain you with some very random story that I came up with a couple of seconds ago. And I know my friends already think I write very weird stuff, and that I seem to have no shame for letting everyone read it, but I really enjoy this, so I'll keep doing it for as long as I have something (no matter how stupid) to write.

So everyday at about eight o'clock we have to take the trash out to a small room in the common hallway of our floor in our apartment block (is the description clear enough? hope so :P). I hate to do it, but it has to be done, and while my mom does it if she's at home, when she is not it is me who does it, even if I'm wearing my PJs and my face covered in green cream and my sister is perfectly well dressed cause she just arrived home... the trash room is seven steps away for any apartment in the floor, so it takes like ten seconds to take the trash out. Really easy. That's why I never take the keys with me, why should I? I'll be home in ten seconds right?

So here comes the "what if" randomness: What if one of those days I take the trash out when nobody else is home the door locks accidentally behind me? just today I was wearing my Miffy PJs and walking barefoot through the common hall. What if there was some kind of air draft that locked the door? I could picture my self taking the lift to the bottom floor, walking across the huge porch to the entrance of the three-building complex and asking the doorman for our spare keys. That's when I decided I'm going to start taking my keys with me next time I have to take out the trash.

Things happen, you know?

Fyi, this is Miffy, created by Dick Bruna: http://www.miffy.com (just in case someone sues me for using pictures that are not my own on this blog- better safe than sorry!).