Welcome to a series of posts that I’m going to name after my old personal blog: Journeys with Jrod. My goal here is to chronicle my thoughts and actions as I pack up my life in one city and move it to another. Who knows what will happen, but I’m hoping that it will serve as a sort of personal frame tale within the larger study of change that is Tropophilia. On a slightly more selfish note, it will also give me a way to work out my own thoughts and feelings about leaving my friends and familiar surroundings for a new, unfamiliar setting. I look forward to reading your feedback and advice in the comments.
How It Happened
It began with nothing.
Doing nothing, that is. Due to circumstances beyond my and, to a slightly lesser degree, beyond my employer’s control, I had no work to do. A good third, at the least, of my time was being “billed to the firm”, as we say — in other words, being wasted. Of course, I’m no enemy of free time. The first few days of idleness were devoted to writing long-overdue responses to e-mails I had received, catching up on blog and news items, and spending some fun hours on YouTube and MiniClip.
Yet, as this blog’s existence proves, I’m not very good with extended periods of unproductivity. Taylor and I created Tropophilia to fend off the atrophy of our creative and other mental powers that were trained and honed at Davidson. I felt the same pangs sometimes during my year in France. The feeling of being really challenged just wasn’t there. And so it was that I began thinking about trying to find a new job.
I had applied to Google last year before graduation, for a position as a Trademark Assistant I believe. I’d been a fan of Google for years as my interests in technology had developed, and knew that I wanted to head to law school down the road, so this seemed like it would be the perfect marriage of those interests. They didn’t have a space for me, though, so my sights refocused on moving to Washington, D.C. and seeking paralegal positions from the abundance of firms headquartered there.
Now it was a different story, though. I had a year of paralegal experience under my belt. I had informed myself on legal issues in the technology industry through lots of reading and, a little later, writing. And, unlike in those months preceding graduation when I was well in the grips of academic intellectual stimulation, I now had something that lacked in my first application: a very real, very intense hunger to have a job that would make a difference, that would teach me new and interesting things, that would challenge me.
Continue reading ‘Journeys With Jrod — Part I: The Decision’
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