Thursday, May 16, 2013

New Job in Relation to Sorority Life and Pete Kozma

So I am almost at the end of my 2nd week working full time. HOLY MOLEY the time goes by fast. Can't believe it's Friday tomorrow!
(for the sake of privacy and legal reasons yadayada I won't name where I work)

First of all there are 2 things that I can relate to towards this job.
1. My sorority
2. Softball/Baseball

So when you start, you are in a "training class" kind of like a pledge class or even recruitment group if you will. You have training managers that help you guide through your first month or so, kind of like rho gammas. You get partnered with a mentor, or big buddy, like a big sis or mom/dot type thing. You go through training and learn the values, policies, etc like new member education. And then after a month or two you go to  your teams (or houses) based on your personality and dynamic. Seriously, does this not sound like sorority recruitment?!
That being said, I reflect on my freshman year and being in a sorority and what it was like. I think about if I could change something it would be this...well now I have that chance which is pretty awesome.

For instance,
You can ask anyone, I did not like being in a sorority my first year. I hated it, wanted to drop, wasn't friends with anyone in my pledge class and just didn't feel like I belonged. My "big" Beth got me thinking I just joined the barbie sorority of the world. Great, what the heck did I get myself into? Forward 5 years later and I am in her wedding and is still one of my greatest friends (you won't hear that compliment for awhile Beth so make sure you save this post) :P.

That being said, things have been going great so far and it does feel overwhelming at times and I think what the heck am I doing here...but I think about my sorority. I think about how much I hated it my freshman year. I trusted the people in the house and said okay ya, I'll give it a chance and stick with it and it was the best thing that could've happened to me.
I also think about my pledge class and how I literally felt like I had no friends my first year which is why I felt distant and separated from my house. But looking back at it, I never threw myself out there. I never even tried to become friends with any of them because I was out of my comfort zone. I can't even tell you how different I am compared to 5 years ago.

So here I am in AZ all by myself, no friends, no contacts, just work which I enjoy...but then I have a lot of "just me" time. And as an introvert I prefer a lot of "just me" time. But people keep saying you have to have a good work/life balance otherwise you'll stress yourself out and go insane. Well right now I only have work. And I think about my pledge class and how I didn't have friends because I didn't do anything about it. The person I am now, the confidence I have gained since then, tells me to take initiative and make friends with my training class. Don't just sit back and wish you had friends like I did my freshman year in college. Go out there and make things happen.

So work and sorority
1. might be rough now and in the future, but it's about the bigger picture and one day you'll look back and be glad you did it
2. how to make friends


Okay so almost every aspect of my job, I can relate to softball and baseball.  A lot about my job is metrics and stats. Okay perfect, let's think about it as sabermetrics (which I think is super overrated) and I think about Pete Kozma. I even printed a picture of him to put at my desk.
With work, I think about it like this,
You are going to have good games, and you're going to have bad games, that's life. You might strike out 15 times in a row, but that doesn't mean your next at bat won't be a homerun. The best way to go about it is evaluate yourself, ask for help, fix it, and try again.
If you step up to the plate afraid that you're going to strike out again, you probably will strike out. You can't go up to the plate thinking about your past and being afraid (which is another story in real life that is a HUGE blog post that might show up someday).
Pete Kozma. I love the kid. Even his personality is like the epitome of what attracts me to a guy, shy, awkward, quiet, weird etc. First round pick in 2007 and was a "disappointment" during his days in the minors. Now he is the starting shortstop for the St. Louis Cardinals. I honestly believe that the baseball world as well as Pete put so much pressure on him that it was hard to perform with that kind of pressure. I feel the same way because I have always been so hard on myself that I stress out because I pressure myself so much. But Pete kept with it, even when the world doubted him and when he probably doubted himself but he kept on swinging. He kept playing his heart out and you can only produce results if you keep on playing. So if I'm having a bad day or I'm being hard on myself because I felt like I wasn't producing the results that I wanted, the only thing I can do is to keep swinging, keep taking those at-bats because if I don't I won't go anywhere. People want to talk about how Pete Kozma is going to fail because they focus on his minor league stats and blah blah blah. But he's still playing and he's getting better everyday and he still takes those at bats and sooner or later he will get that hit, he will get that RBI, he will get that home run. It's whether or not he decides to stop playing.

So work and baseball
1. If you're having a hard time just remember that the hit you've been waiting for is still coming. You just need the chance to have that at bat.
2. Don't focus on past numbers and stats because if you are still batting that means you can change your stats that are happening today, and that's what's important.
3. Don't be afraid when you go to the plate. Always have full confidence because you know how to hit the ball. Sometimes it's luck and sometimes it's hard work and sometimes it's both.

Thanks for reading,

Sunday, May 5, 2013

Bryan and BK

My dad and I survived our 1,600 mile road trip. We were very fortunate that we missed all the bad weather. We left Iowa just in time, as well as Kansas, and Oklahoma, and Texas, and even New Mexico! I didn't realize they got snow in New Mexico. But then when we finally got out of the car in Phoenix, there definitely wasn't any chances of snow.
Out of the 1,600 miles I probably drove about 600 of them. I started the trip and went halfway across Iowa and then dad drove the rest past Kansas City. We did a half day our first day of travel and left home after my dad got home from work. After driving through Kansas for what seemed to be FOREVER, we made our 3 P stop, Petrol, Potty, and Pepsi. And then it was finally my turn to drive again. He denies it but I think he strategically decided when I would be able to drive because the next 300 miles was a 2 lane highway with lots of semis and on the short part of the 4 lane road, an old man was driving right at us in the passing lane. Bryan gets antsy and has never liked riding, he always had to be the driver. Probably a good thing because he's a better pilot than a co-pilot. The co-pilot is responsible for the directions, looking for places to stop and watching out for deer. I'd say my dad is good at 1 of the 3...watching out for deer or oncoming traffic.
We made it from Topeka to Albuquerque (which my dad still can't spell on his own) and we went to a little Mexican place that was very yummy.
We got up the next day and left for our final destination. We learned that you gain an hour once you get to New Mexico, but that we also gained another hour once we got into Arizona. My dad was very confused because he had changed the clock in the car once we got to NM, but we were driving and all of a sudden our phones said it was 10:30 am and the car said it was 11:30. Bryan swore that Phoenix was only 1 hour behind central time and it took a little convincing to get him to believe in the phone and not get hung up on the fact that Arizona was 2 hours behind. Later that day he found out that after daylights savings it is 2 hours. He was confused because he goes to AZ in February and during that time of the month it is only 1 hour behind Iowa.
But we decided to take the scenic route to Phoenix instead of going up to Flagstaff and then down, we went through the mountains. That was probably my least favorite part of the trip because I get motion sickness so I decided that it was a good time to take a nap, even though I missed out on the view. But I figured I will get plenty of time to look at the mountains.

Me and Bryan learned how to have patience with each other. I was never concerned about us wanting to kill each other, however if my brother was with us, only 2 would survive. I have 23 years of experience of living with Bryan and his "quirks" and I think he is still learning more and more of my "quirks" because I have lots of them. I know that when he asks a question out loud, it's rhetorical and you don't have to answer him. And he knows that I get creeped out by hornswallows or whatever the birds in Kansas were.
He has the patience of being around me when I talk all the time and it's always incomplete thoughts or just rambling or justifying my obsession with One Direction or Charlie or Pete Kozma. He has really good practice of tuning me out and just letting me talk. But most of my questions aren't rhetorical so when he doesn't answer my questions it's pretty obvious he wasn't listening.
When I was younger I actually loved riding in the back seat of our van and my dad driving and my mom in front of me. Ever since I was a really young girl, I loved playing games and asking questions and basically just annoying my parents. "Are we there yet?" "I'm bored" you know... I used to have them quiz me and solve math problems. Then after awhile I started asking the questions, "if you could be any kind of tree, what tree would you be?" "what's your favorite kind of dog? why?" they would play along for awhile, and then they would spend quite a bit of time making up phony answers that were obviously not true and then it always ended with them just ignoring me hoping I'd stop talking. I knew exactly what they were doing and they'd look at each other and smile and it was like a long could they go without talking just so I would shut up.

But anyways...
Bryan has always been there for me. I'm sure everyone knows that I'm a daddy's girl and that I'll always get what I want (which is totally not true because otherwise Macky doo would be here with me). But I can't even begin to explain how much he means to me. We left Iowa Tuesday and arrived in Arizona Thursday and he left today, Sunday, and I wasn't ready for him to leave. I felt like it was going to college all over again. "What am I going to do now?" I remember that was my biggest fear once my parents left. What to do now...luckily in college I went through sorority recruitment and I didn't have time to feel lonely because I was so busy. But after dropping my dad off at the airport, it was definitely "what do I do now?"My dad who had taken time off to drive me halfway across the country, helped me furnish an empty apartment, pick out the right towels and the right sheets, do some laundry put together 4 dining table chairs....the guy who has always been there since day one was heading back to Iowa ... now what? Well I treated myself to some protein pancakes at U.S. egg which were really yummy but I kept myself busy. But that brings me to my next subject...BK

As scary and anxious I feel I think about my parents. How many times did I hear about my parents' adventures BK...before kids. Like the time they went to San Francisco or went to a Cardinals game and sat so close that they could touch the players. And it makes me reflect on my life. Zack is about to graduate from Iowa State (finally!) and we can finally move onto the next chapter of our lives and doing it together in sunny Arizona? This is our "BK" time, this is our time to have those adventures together and make some memories so then when/if we have kids (in the very distant future) we can talk about BK and brag about the great times we had in front of our kids.

So this blog post was kind of all over the place and wasn't as organized as I was planning on but it's getting late and I have to get ready for my first day of work tomorrow!!!!
Bottom line: I love my dad and am so thankful for everything he does and who he is. I love my parents' relationship that makes me strive for what they had. I am excited to start the next part of my life with my best friend and "live while we're young."

Thank you for all the support and prayers from all my friends and family and as always,
thanks for reading :)