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Friday, August 06th, 2010 | Author: Erika

I say this, of course, knowing full well that I’m not actually cool.  I don’t know how to do my hair, my idea of dressing up is wearing my one pair of jeans and a shirt that hasn’t been crazily pulled out of shape by deceptively strong baby hands, and the last time I was culturally relevant was when I was a freshman in college watching the Friends finale surrounded by all the girls on my dorm floor.

Erika stagingBut!  I felt cool yesterday.  I felt cool because I spent the day hanging out in a Seattle loft, helping out at a photography shoot for my company.  We needed some new product shots, so we hired what may be the best commercial photographer in the whole state and booked half a day with him.

This loft was just so cool, you guys.  It was in this funky, ancient old Seattle building, and to get to the loft we had to ascend these tiny, weirdly tilted stairs and then walk down a hallway, the walls of which were adorned by all kinds of cool photos and artwork.  The work space itself, I guess you’d call it a studio, was large and full of cool props and light parachute-type-things.

Hank stagingMy co-worker (her name’s Cindy) and I hauled a whole truck’s worth of props up those weird stairs and set to work.  Five hours later, we were all exhausted but had some shots that make our products look so pretty they should be featured in magazines like Martha Stewart Living and, um, Oprah and stuff.

Of course, being at a photo shoot all day necessitated being away from my little Aidan, which was tough.  By the time I got home I was craving the smell of his little baby head and I also had so much milk backed up that I thought I was literally going to explode and douse my car with breastmilk.

Nevertheless.  I spent the day in a cool Seattle loft.  And no one puked on me.  And I saw what may have been a meth head standing at the corner of the freeway on-ramp.  How cool am I?  So cool.

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Friday, June 25th, 2010 | Author: Erika

I’m pleased as punch by the awesome discussion spurred by my last blog post!  I love tossing ideas out into the universe and then seeing what floats back.  After much discussion by a variety of people, I think a consensus has been reached and I thought I’d share it.

So far, whether or not a college education is valuable appears to be largely determined by how much debt you incur during the course of your studies.  One rule of thumb I found particularly helpful was the following:

If your annual income your first year out of school is not greater than or at the very least equal to the total amount of your student loans, your degree probably isn’t worth it.

So, if Aidan wants to go to university to study Russian literature, I’ll probably discourage the notion.  He can read all the Tolstoy and Dostoevsky he wants in his spare time without garnering thousands of dollars in debt for the privilege.

I heard from a lot of people who didn’t take on any debt while in college, and they all said they enjoyed college and found the experience very valuable.  Truthfully?  If I hadn’t had to work so much while in school and hadn’t graduated in so much debt, I probably would have enjoyed it a lot more too.

The people I talked to who graduated in debt, however, were a lot less glowing in their reviews of the experience.  One person cracked me up with her suggestion that we stand on the side of a freeway offramp with a sign that read, “I graduated with a liberal arts degree.  Any bit helps!”

As for the idea that a college degree is the new high school degree, I’m starting to wonder if that’s an idea propagated by college admissions departments.  I’ve just met and talked to so many people who are successful and never finished college, the argument doesn’t seem to hold water.

It stands to reason that if you interview well, network your tail off, and do your job well, you stand as much of a chance of getting hired as anyone who graduated college.  How else can you explain a college drop-out who makes $80,000 a year doing Web design existing in the same city as the college graduate earning $35,000 a year doing data entry?

The gist of the conclusion I’ve drawn from this discussion is that if someone else is footing the bill for your college education, study whatever you want and enjoy yourself.  If you’re signing your life away in exchange for college credits, though, you’d better make sure you’re majoring in something that’ll pay well.  Or, just get really used to the idea of using half your monthly income every month to pay for your student loans.

Wednesday, June 23rd, 2010 | Author: Erika

I have student loans.  Oodles of them.  My mother elected not to pay for my education because she didn’t want to have to pay for a college education for all of her kids, which is somewhat ironic because I’m the only one of the bunch who went to college.

In exchange for my student loans, the payments of which eat up a substantial amount of our monthly income, I have a degree in psychology from a respected institution.  And self respect and blah blah blah.

What I have to wonder is, what is really the value of that degree?  I know not everyone goes the whole graduate-get-a-job-get-married-have-beautiful-babies-stay-home-with-beautiful-babies route, so maybe this isn’t applicable to anyone but me, but I am curious: Was my college degree worth the tens of thousands of dollars I paid for it?

Wes and I were discussing this the other day and are at a bit of an impasse.  He went to college but didn’t graduate.  He started off studying music composition, left school to pursue an internship, started working full time, and never went back.  Then, when his sales career took a nosedive thanks to the economy, he went to a trade school, got the proper certifications, and now he makes way more than I ever will.

His education took him less than a year, cost a quarter as much as mine did, and he makes more than twice as much per year as I’ve ever made his first year out of school.

Obviously, Wes is not everybody (because he’s awesome), but if this kind of thing is possible, is it even worth it to get a four year degree if you’re paying for it yourself?

I suppose you could say that my degree enabled me to get a job out of college, and that if I hadn’t gotten that job, I never would have hated my job, started blogging, and then switched to blogging as a career.  I have to wonder, however, if I wouldn’t have found blogging some other way.  You certainly don’t need a degree to be a successful blogger.

The reason this is on my mind is, having one parent who graduated college and another parent who didn’t presents an odd example to our kids.  I mean, can I reasonably make a case that it’s important to graduate from college when I’m no longer sold on the value of a college education myself?

(This is obviously not an applicable discussion when applied to careers that require advanced degrees, such as doctors, therapists, lawyers, brain scientists, etc.)

My degree was fun to earn, and I learned a lot, but I can’t honestly say that college prepared me for the working world any more than any of the jobs I held during school.  I can tell you how to correctly cite an academic article in an APA style paper, but I have never used that skill outside a classroom.

What do you think?  Am I just jaded by huge student loan payments, or are college degrees worth it?

This discussion is continued in part 2, which you can read here.

Tuesday, May 18th, 2010 | Author: Erika

Aidan and I stopped by my office last Friday to say hi, steal some cake, and pick up my paycheck.  We did some shmoozing, some glad-handing, stole some cake, and he behaved while I bandied around some marketing ideas.  Overall, a very good visit.

Then, we went into my boss’ office.  Now, one thing you should know about my boss is that he dislikes babies.  Not any baby in particular, just babies in general.  As a concept, if you will.

He hates how babies steal people from the office (like, er, me I suppose), he dislikes how they, in his words, “ruin your life”, and doesn’t appreciate that you can’t just kick them out into the backyard when they’re naughty.  Babies love him, and smile like crazy when they see him, but the smile only goes one way.

Just in case you’re wondering, no, he does not have kids.

Anyway, I bring Aidan into my boss’ office and sit him down on the corner of the desk.  Just because I’m the kind of girl who enjoys antagonizing people, I encourage Aidan to spit up on my boss’ desk.

And he does.

Spit up runs slo-mo from his mouth, down his bib, and pools in a hideous little puddle right there on my boss’ desk.  The desk of a man who hates babies.  The guy who signs my paycheck.

I honestly thought he was going to faint.  There’s a shocked hush throughout the office, which then erupts into jeers and incredulous laughter.  I grab the baby and make a mad dash to the bathroom for a paper towel and some hand sanitizer.  I wipe up the spit up, douse the desk in hand sanitizer, then wipe that up too, all while shaking with audacious laughter.

We left pretty soon after that.  I feel good about what we accomplished though.  We got some cake, talked some marketing, and despoiled some company property.  Not a bad day’s work, considering.

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Monday, April 19th, 2010 | Author: Erika

My poor blog.  I’m going to have to hire a maid service to clear off all these cobwebs.  I don’t have time to clear the cobwebs off my house, let alone my blog!

I believe I’ve written before about how, even though ostensibly I’m a stay at home mom with oodles of spare time, I still seem to keep stumbling into black holes that eat up my day before I’ve even finished my morning coffee.

He's a little disgusted by how quickly I ate that English muffin.

He's a little disgusted by how quickly I ate that English muffin.

For example, let’s look at Friday.  I had a dentist appointment on Friday, at 9:30 in the morning.  I woke up later than I should have, and spent 45 minutes frantically getting dressed, placating the baby, scarfing an English muffin, feeding the baby, and then scooting out the door as quickly as my denim-clad legs could carry me.  I dropped Aidan off with Wes’ mom, did the whole dentist thing, went back to get Aidan, came home, put him down for a nap, and ate lunch.  By then it was 1 in the afternoon, and the only thing I’d accomplished was going to the dentist.

Sad panda!

As ridiculous as my days seem to me now, I do manage to squeeze in some worthwhile stuff (you know, besides keeping my baby alive and nurturing him toward greatness and all that).  I went into work during Aidan’s nap time last week and it felt great.  For one, I have a really sweet computer set-up there (dual monitors!!!) and for another, I have some fabulous coworkers.

I spent two hours building new pages for the website and problem solving and when I went home I felt energized and refreshed.  If nothing else, it confirmed for me that even though there are definitely days when I would much rather take a nap than get some work done, working (even my paltry five hours a week) is essential to helping me feel fulfilled as a mother.

He's appalled to think I need anything else to occupy my brain during the day.

Aidan, working on being more stimulating.

I mean, for sure my baby occupies a staggering amount of my brain power.  I’m trying to figure out a nap schedule for him right now and it’s eating my brain, and don’t even get me started in trying to figure out an organizational system to keep up with how fast he outgrows clothes.

But, having work problems to solve stimulates other parts of my brain, and that’s making me very happy indeed.

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