Why should I let the toad work
Squat on my life?
Can't I use my wit as a pitchfork
And drive the brute off?
Six days of the week it soils
With its sickening poison -
Just for paying a few bills!
That's out of proportion.
Lots of folk live on their wits:
Lecturers, lispers,
Losels, loblolly-men, louts-
They don't end as paupers;
Lots of folk live up lanes
With fires in a bucket,
Eat windfalls and tinned sardines-
they seem to like it.
Their nippers have got bare feet,
Their unspeakable wives
Are skinny as whippets - and yet
No one actually starves.
Ah, were I courageous enough
To shout Stuff your pension!
But I know, all too well, that's the stuff
That dreams are made on:
For something sufficiently toad-like
Squats in me, too;
Its hunkers are heavy as hard luck,
And cold as snow,
And will never allow me to blarney
My way of getting
The fame and the girl and the money
All at one sitting.
I don't say, one bodies the other
One's spiritual truth;
But I do say it's hard to lose either,
When you have both.
A force de prendre la porte il a appris comment les ouvrir.
In English, this translate to "Having been shown the door so many times he learned how to open them." In the film it was meant literally, as the felon, rejected by his parents, orphanages, schools, apprenticeships and society as a whole, began intruding on and stealing from other peoples' property. But if one were to expand the meaning of this quote, it could actually be a real message of hope.
Indeed, rejection after rejection, interview after interview, or audition after audition, when you get no result you can quickly become discouraged. But just as you learn how to get rejected, you also learn how to not get rejected.
This year, I went through a great many interviews, most going disastrously. Some of the mistakes I made I am too ashamed to talk about in person, but I will write what I learned here:
- Never ask how your application stands in regards to others. A friend told me to do this as it could put the employers' minds at ease. It only makes the interviewer feel embarrassed and, actually, it leads to a direct rejection.
- Know exactly what you want in life. Do not go into an interview without having thought before about what you want from a job, why you are fit for this job, where you hope to be eventually. I made the mistake of saying I was interested in teaching at the end of my career. When trying to get into banking as a graduate, do not make that mistake.
- Learn about the industry. It seems cliche but it actually is not all that easy. This year, I hope to read a number of books on each industry I am interested in. I realize that memorizing one or two formulas (WACC = [Equity/(Equity + Debt) * cost of equity] + [Debt/(Equity + Debt) * cost of debt * (1 - tax rate)] or again Adjusted Present Value = Vlevered = Vunlevered + PV (Interest Tax Savings) etc.) These formulas, albeit important, matter not in the grand scheme of things. Also, memorizing a bit of data from an article you read in the Economist will not work either. Better to talk about a lot of different areas with not as much detail than know a lot about a single area but with detail that could be false.
- Use different sources. Read books. The Economist, the Financial Times, all these are used and overused. Look to innovate. Look into what you want. At the end of the day, the interviewer will not care where you learned the information, as long as you learned it and can talk about it!
- I guess the last one goes without saying, but do not assume that having the best credentials will automatically gain you access to the workplace you desire. As a linguist who has learned about Finance, Accounting, Math, History, Statistics, Politics, and has lived in many different countries, I thought it would not be too difficult to get a job. After all, how many were there like me? A First, a Mention Tres Bien, three internships. And yet, here I am, writing this article. Do not take yourself too highly, and try not to take things too personally. This is one I am still working on.
I guess those are the key points I learned through my interviews.
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The second movie I went to see was called "Qu'est ce qu'on a fait au Bon Dieu?"
TBC
Dolce far nienti
Ruin is a gift. Ruin is a road to transformation.
For this one, I think I should explain my situation, because this seems to give me a new outlook on myself. I feel like my heart is in ruin. My heart started out strong, able to stand up to bullies who wanted my sandwiches. But hurtful child-play broke out around me, and upon my strong heart was thrown a mountainful of names, slanders, and insults. Injured, my heart came out of all this with hatred for those who had wronged me, and obsession to make them see who I could be, what I could become. I dreamt of them asking me for a job, being at my mercy. But life doesn't work that way. They did not stay in my life. Our paths met, and then we went our separate ways. Only the pain and hatred remained.
Soon after that, I began high school. Pressure to succeed lead my heart further astray, into a thorny forest of stress and solitude. Within the forest, my heart met someone who called herself Depression. At first, Depression just stood away from my heart, watching me and my heart as we walked on further into the forest. But slowly, as we left her alone, she approached us and we befriended her. Depression made the thorny forest fun. The thorns still hurt, but we could now play hide and seek. Depression knew and understood what my heart was going through, and Depression actually felt like a long lost friend.
Around this time, my parents took me to a doctor. My mother herself had long been friends with Depression, but on the advice of doctors she had kept her at bay by taking powerful medication that repelled Depression. I was told to take the same medication. But how could I take the medication when Depression soothed the thorns of the forest? At least she made it fun. I began to dance with my Depression. At times I would keep her at bay, at others I would invite her back into my arms.
After high School, depression left for a while. But sometime in my third year of university, I found my way back into the thorny forest and I found her again. Three years on, we are still together.
My Heart is in ruin because of the bombing of words as a child. My Heart is in ruin because of the excessive dancing with Depression. Love of course is in the equation, and only adds to the heartache I now feel. But now I understand that if my Heart is in ruin, that means that it can transform. I want it to transform. I need it to transform. And it is time for me to end my Heart's relationship with Depression.
Waiting for him to forgive you is a damn waste of time. Forgive yourself.
I mentioned that love was in the equation. Yes, I have loved. Yes, I still love.
But I felt that love was preventing me from moving forward. Although you learn to walk with your parents holding your hands, it is only when you take your first steps on your own that you are truly walking. This is what I now need to do. Thank you Tony for having held my hand. Thank you Tony for having lifted me up and walked with me for a year and a half. I am forever grateful for that. But now I need to learn to walk on my own.
Until yesterday, I have been crying my eyes out thinking about him. I knew I caused him pain. I knew he was angry. I knew he wanted to move forward.
I wanted him to forgive me. I wanted to do what was right by him. But I realise now that my actions have been taken, and the only way for him to forgive me is if I forgive myself first. I will forgive myself, and I will move forward.
Hopefully, one day I will be able to walk and run to see him, and he will see that what I did I did not do in vain. But before that, I must forgive myself.
God dwells within you as you.
This one is a little tricky for me. Raised in the Catholic faith, I have always had a strenuous relationship with God. The someone may believe that a man born on this earth was actually the son of God, born to a virgin of 13/14 in the middle of the desert on one December night has always bewildered me. I did do my holy communion, I did study catechism at school, my parents were married in a church and I do believe in the sanctimony of marriage, but Christianity has never seemed "for me."
The concept of God however I do believe in. I have prayed many a time. I have talked with him, and I am trying to find him as we speak.
I want to believe in God, I truly do. I want to love God. And so I am in search of God. Now for some time I have always thought that the song "He lives in you" from the Lion King 2 was a reference to God, and meant that God was within each and every one of us. This seems to be what Gilbert found on her trip to India, and this is going to be my quest.
As I write, these are but words. But I want this to become the Truth: I believe that God dwells within me.
As a resolution, I want to go to the temple. I will meditate. But most importantly, I want to read and find a belief that I can respect.
It is ok to have broken heart. It means you have loved for something.
Tony, I hope you read this someday. My Heart is truly broken. I do not want to leave you. I love you still.
I understand that I have not shown it adequately during our relationship, but I want to earn back your respect, your love, your approval. I am sorry for the pain I have caused you.
But please look at my broken Heart: although it might not have been obvious, it was True.
When you set out in the world to help yourself, sometimes you end helping… tutti. (Everybody)
Now this is the goal. I want to help. I know this may sound kitsch, I know it may sound cliche, but I want to do the best I can to help those around me, as well as those on the other side of the world from me.
But now I understand, that before I can help "Tutti", I must first help myself.
And this is where my journey begins.
Written without music, and in two steps.
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