Thursday, September 22, 2011

Vote for Me!

Hello, lovely Foreign Service bloggers and readers. I've come to ask for your help. I was picked out of a few hundred entries as one of Sprouts most inspiring stories. Being short on cash, some extra grocery money would be VERY much appreciated. If you could please take a few seconds out of your day to vote for me, that would be wonderful.


I'm at the bottom (Brandee)! You can vote multiple times with different email addresses. You're not signing up for anything, just helping me win some sorely needed groceries. Thank you in advance!

Friday, August 5, 2011

Bitten by the Entrepreneurial Bug

This is a shameless plug for my new business. M and I have joined forces and now co-own G 'n' R PC Repair in Austin, TX.

If you know of anyone in the city who needs computer repair or maintenance, feel free to direct them to our Facebook page. We will diagnose the issue for free (it costs $129 at Best Buy's Geek Squad!), and then make sure the problem is fixed the first time. Our prices are really low ($35 to clean your system of any malware, spyware, or viruses!), and we guarantee success or you don't pay a dime. We're good, honest techs who won't upsell or take advantage of our customers. Tell your friends!

Reach us here:

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We promise a response within 24 hours!

Monday, August 1, 2011

Hello Old Friend(s)

I left for a while, but I'm (sort of) back. I needed time to separate from the Foreign Service world and get my feet back under me. Will I test again next year? Of course. Is this career Plan A anymore? Not a chance.

It was hard to accept that the Foreign Service wasn't a guarantee after having hurdled every obstacle thrown at me the first time around, but I've swallowed that difficult notion and can even stomach it now. I was beyond disappointed to get rejected at the QEP stage this year, but it comes with the territory. I'm preparing myself to go in another direction while I wait for my time to enter the Foreign Service. It's not so bad.

I'm working on several certifications that will lead me to a job in network administration. I'm picking up on it quickly; the work is interesting; and I'm nearly guaranteed to land a job when I'm finished. If the traditional FSO route doesn't work for me, this new path may open up doors for an FSS position instead. It's taking me longer to get where I intend to go, and I'm working on being okay with that. The job I'm looking to take in the indeterminate meantime is pretty engaging, so it makes things a little easier.

My friends and boyfriend have all been incredibly helpful and supportive these last couple of months. I couldn't ask for more help if I wanted to. I'm so grateful to be surrounded by the caliber of people in my "circle." I don't know what I did to deserve such wonderful individuals, but I'm thanking my lucky stars. Austin is definitely beginning to feel a lot more like home these days.

Monday, May 16, 2011

F is for Failure

I'm gutted to report that my candidacy has been terminated at the QEP stage. I was somehow qualified enough two years ago, but not this time around. I can't/won't understand it. All I know is that I'm absolutely crushed, as my candidacy will expire in October, and I have to start all over in February. What seemed like a guarantee when I passed in August of 2009 is all but an impossibility now. There have already been a lot of tears shed this morning over this news, and I know there are more to come.

I'm obviously going to keep trying until I get in, but I can't help but feel cheated. With all of the other negative things that have been going on in my personal life, I thought this would be a bright spot. It didn't turn out that way. I don't quite know how to process this latest failure, but what I do know is I am going to crawl into the fetal position on the couch and cry.

Monday, April 11, 2011

Keeping Resolutions

Last year I set a few goals for myself. I'm happy to say that I've followed through on most of them. M and I are on our way to being healthier versions of ourselves. In the last six weeks, I've lost just under 21 lbs, and he has lost just over 33 lbs. I'm very proud of him (and myself, for that matter), but we're going to keep up the good work.

I've really enjoyed living in Austin. I'm making great friends, having new experiences, and making an actual life here. It feels like home. And this summer, with my new classes in CS/CIT, I'll be taking language classes. Things are coming together slowly but surely. That's really all I can ask for right now.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

On Starting Over

For me, the last year has been a journey in starting over. I moved to Texas in January 2010 to get away from a very toxic family situation in Massachusetts. I had a couple of friends, but was really starting over and living a new life down here. I split from my boyfriend of four years, and met someone new and wonderful. I began and got laid off from my job. The government cut back on hiring and DS cleared hundreds of new names for the register; I had to start over with the Foreign Service.

Tens of thousands of dollars into my bachelor's degree later, I have realized that I have no real, feasible Plan B for if the Foreign Service doesn't come through. So here I am, making what I hope is the adult decision to start over one more time. Because I was laid off due to outsourcing, I'm eligible for a program that falls under the Trade Adjustment Act. This allows me to attend training for a new career full-time while collecting unemployment benefits. I have up to two years to complete said training. This means I have the opportunity to bid the soul-sucking world of customer service and call centers adieu.

After a week of being completely overwhelmed with information and emotions--mostly regarding the possibility of ending my Foreign Service candidacy for another year at least--I took a deep breath, spoke to some of my friends, and decided to look into computer science and information technology. While this is completely subject to change, it's likely that I will start school this summer to gain a degree and/or certifications in programming. It's not a field I ever would have imagined for myself, but it makes sense. I live in a technology hub, so a career in computer science is a natural shift. There are a lot of positions available for an entry-level programmer, and they make enough for me to pay my bills (an all-important trait, really), so I'm going to go for it. A new skill-set can't hurt me, and I'm ready to look for a secondary career, not another job to occupy for the next however many months.

I'm nervous and scared that this might not work out for me, but it feels like a step in the right direction. I still want the Foreign Service more than anything else in this world, but I'm willing to consider reality for once.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

A Deviation from the Norm

Last night I was faced with a situation that really got under my skin. I'm not aggravated about it anymore, but there are still things I feel need to be said about what happened.

Every Friday night my boyfriend has a get-together at his place to unwind and play drinking games. M used to be in a fraternity here in Austin, and some of his friends from those days still drop by. I am well aware of who the stereotypical frat boys and sorority girls are, and I will say that while there are plenty of these types around, he associates with many others who have broken the mold. He, himself, does just that. However, there are a few who fall into that cliché casting: over-privileged, entitled, loud-mouthed, opinionated, sheltered (generally white) kids who know nothing of life beyond their segregated hometowns, college campuses, and good-ol'-boy ways.

I try not to associate with these people. I am civil, polite, and sometimes even friendly, but I choose not to seek them out for a reason. They are not the company I wish to keep. Because of the intimate setting of last night's gathering, and the attendance of just six people (myself included), it was nearly impossible to escape association with a couple for whom I don't much care.

This couple on multiple occasions has said things I flat-out disagree with and, at times, find offensive and/or repugnant. Things such as, "I'm more okay with black people than Hispanic people; she's the opposite. She really doesn't like black people that much." and "I only think blue-eyed, blonde-haired babies are cute. You know, Nazi babies." and "This girl showed up, and she was poor, but trying to dress like she wasn't. I mean, come on! You're poor! Stop pretending!" and many instances of the well-known "I'm not _______, but [insert offensive stereotype or assumption here]."

As a woman of mixed heritage who grew up with a lot of racism in my own family (white side making derogatory remarks about my black side), I get especially angry when I'm subjected to idiotic comments like the ones above. I realize I'm in the South now, but hasn't my generation started to move past this ridiculousness? Is my generation really not any more enlightened than their parents? How are we still failing this badly? We, as a society, have to do better. These two people are going to mate and eventually pop out children. Are these kids going to be just as narrow-minded and bigoted as their elitist parents? How can we fix this awful mess?

These two have a history of running their mouths unchecked because people don't want to cause a scene or make waves in an otherwise okay friendship. Not me. I have a very low tolerance for this kind of behavior. I spoke up yesterday from a place of emotion and anger after I had had enough of their self-indulgent and myopic musings. Naturally, it didn't go over well. These two are the types where calm and logic wouldn't haven't been effective anyway, but I'm disappointed in myself and my own reaction to the situation. I let my own past and baggage dictate how I responded. I'm not sorry for what I said (essentially that they were sheltered, arrogant, obnoxiously opinionated, and often said racist or borderline racist things), but I wish I had handled it better. I'm a better person than how I acted yesterday, and I want to admit my mistake.

I believe that speaking up is and always will be the right thing to do. I'm not sorry I said how I felt, but I wish I could have conducted myself with a little more class because I don't think I accomplished anything last night but to make them defensive. What good did I do for myself, their views, or anyone other minority they come across? None.

For now I'll let bygones be bygones, but in the future I hope I remember this lesson. And I hope you will, too.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Results Are In

I haven't been obsessively checking my email and waiting for my FSOT results letter, so I was surprised when a former study-buddy of mine back in Boston sent me a Facebook message to ask me how I did. I logged into my email account and, sure enough, there were the results for our tests. I was nervous opening my results letter. When I saw that I passed I was relieved, but I didn't feel the overwhelming happiness and joy I did the first time. In 2009, I literally screamed so loud I scared my dogs. This time I just accepted that I have a lot more hurdles that I must overcome before I can truly be excited.

I'm going to spend the next week or so crafting my PNQs. I may reuse one or two, but I need to make sure I stand out from the rest. After all, if I blow it here, I'm done for another year.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Why Tomorrow's Test is Different

I'm taking the FSOT for the second time tomorrow. It's different this go around. I'm much more nervous than I was two years ago, even though I know what to expect. What has changed?

When I signed up to take this exam in February 2009, all I knew was that I wanted to be a diplomat someday. I didn't have a college degree, I was unemployed, and I didn't expect to pass. I hoped to pass, of course, but I thought my chances were slim to none. I didn't know what lay ahead of me. This time, I still don't have a college degree, I'm yet again unemployed, but I know I can pass. I've been through the entire gauntlet, and I know that State thinks I'd be able to hack it in their world. However, the candidate pool is significantly larger than two years ago; it is much more competitive; and State isn't hiring as many people. I could get the exact same questions right, and I could write the same killer essay, and there's no guarantee that I am going to pass. If I don't pass, I can kiss my candidacy goodbye until next year, because I'm set to expire in October. There's so much more riding on this test.

I'm taking a deep breath and trying to calm my nerves. On to tomorrow.

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Biting the Bullet

I submitted my registration/application for the FSOT. It's been two years since I last registered for the test. I feel like that timespan would be more acceptable if I hadn't made it all the way through the first attempt (or two!), but I succeeded on my first attempt! I made it all the way through! Yet, I'm still languishing on the register.

I was successful at putting the Foreign Service out of my mind, or at least toward the back, for a while, but that familiar obsession is coming back with a vengeance. I want so badly to get that call in 2011. I'd do almost anything for it.

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Sunday, November 21, 2010

An Update

Things are more or less the same here these days, with a few new developments.

First and foremost, I'm losing my job. Again. This is the second job from which I've been laid off, and I have yet to find a replacement. I would be more upset if I didn't have some sort of backup plan in the works, but I'm working on something that may allow me to learn a language and gain my .17 bonus points. Russian is futile at this point. Full-time FSOs get 44 weeks of training to get to a 2/2, and since I'm at a 0+/0+ on a good day, this just isn't going to work for me. Since I took four years of French in high school, I'm going to take two months off once I am laid off (January 3 is D-Day for me) and try to learn the language full time. I'm probably a 1/1+ at this point; I read much better than I speak or understand, but reading doesn't even factor in the phone test at all. I've been listening to http://www.rfi.fr/ daily to train my ear in getting used to hearing French spoken at a rapid rate (and in many different accents/dialects; much of the French spoken is from Western African countries). Bonus points will bump me up to the low 20s on the Consular register. That puts me on the cusp of an invite. I'll be retesting in February/March for the FSOT because I expire off the register in October. Le sigh.

On a more positive note, I went to New England for a long weekend from November 12-15. I got to see my dad and quite a few of my friends. We had a pre-Thanksgiving Thanksgiving on that Saturday, where we attempted to make a turkey for the first time ever. It went off with only the most minor of glitches, and seven of us sat down to a beautiful meal at my friend Ralph's apartment in Burlington. It was one of the best nights I've had all year, and it helped a lot to alleviate my homesickness. The crew all want to try to make it down this way at some point in the near future, and we're hoping for a February get-together. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that it happens!

My New England trip made me feel like Thanksgiving has already come and gone, but there is still dinner to be had this week. In a first-ever experience for me, I'll be dining with my boyfriend and his family. As all of you are now well aware, I don't even celebrate holidays with my real family, so this is a big change. However, he and his parents/stepparent have done everything in their power to make me feel welcome. They are really wonderful people, and I feel honored to be spending a meaningful holiday with them. I'll be bringing my delicious take on a holiday classic (it's called pumpkin chiffon pie), and spending Thanksgiving evening at the UT v. A&M game. I'm actually starting to like football; who knew?

There isn't much else going on. I'm trying to keep my head down and work these last 6 weeks without too much fuss or complaint. The generous severance package coupled with my school loan excess will be enough to see me through a few months comfortably. For that I'm grateful. Things always seem to work out for me in one way or another, and I'm so thankful that I have my friends and loved ones by my side just in case.

And please enjoy this Billy Joel classic. It's been stuck in my head for days.

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Happiness is...

There's nothing quite like overlooking Austin's rolling hills and cliffs bathed in the moonlight with the top down, warm night breeze combing through your hair, and the best of company next to you. Nights like that are bound to stick with you forever.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Homesickness

I'm not wanting to move back home or relocate or anything even remotely close to that, but I miss my dad, my friends, and (yes, every now and again) the familiar surroundings of New England. I left Massachusetts 8 months ago and haven't looked back, but now, I find myself feeling very nostalgic for "home." Not helping the situation is the fact that my funds from school have been delayed, so my trip will likely be pushed back a few weeks, and that makes me sad.

I love Austin so much, and more so with each passing day. I love my new friends and the life I'm leading down here. But man, am I homesick. So very, very homesick.

Sunday, September 19, 2010

So What If I Was Only 6 When The 80s Ended?

I love the big 80s hits, and I was recently introduced to Radiostar, an amazing 80s cover band here in Austin. I got to see them last night, and they put on another amazing show. If ever you're here, be sure to check them out!

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

The Phone Rings in the Middle of the Night...

What happens when a big drug company settles out of court instead of continuing with a trial?

You get a phone call waking you up to tell you that you get to see your sweetheart three weeks earlier than expected. And then you can't go back to sleep, so you choose to blog because you're bursting with excitement. I'm glad I picked up the phone. :D

Sunday, September 12, 2010

I Will Marry You

So, I'm now a licensed wedding minister in the great state of Colorado, and I performed my friend's ceremony on Labor Day weekend. By the power vested in me, I pronounced them husband and wife. So, for $50 I'll marry anyone else. I'm totally turning this into my side business.

I'm back in Texas, still enjoying my life. Personally, things have been going well for me. Professionally, not so much. This is interfering with my ability to pay bills at the moment, and is generally trying to ruin my buzz. I am itching to get my student loan excess (did I mention that school started up again this week? Ugh.) so that I can pay a month or two of rent and try to settle up with everyone else I owe. I've been applying to jobs like crazy over the last couple of days, after a perfect storm of backbreaking straws at work befell me. Something has to work out for me soon. It just has to.

The only real sad part of my day-to-day life at the moment is that I'm very much missing my friend. It stinks that he's in Irvine for a full month for work, but I came home to a surprise yesterday. He bought a webcam so we could at least keep in touch face-to-face while he's gone. I guess when you know that the distance is temporary, Skype becomes an attractive vehicle for conversation!

There haven't been any positive changes in the Foreign Service front. I haven't even bothered to check my rank in the last 5 months. I'm thinking about removing myself from all the boards for a while. Unless I retest or successfully learn a language between now and next October (not impossible, but just really hard when you don't have the resources or time), it's lights out for me for the time being. I try not to think about it, especially right now because I have such mixed feelings now that I'm living in Austin, but it inevitably comes up. I'm actually meeting up with someone new tomorrow who wants to ask me some questions about the process.

On a completely different note, I am going back "home" in a month. By home, I don't mean Cape Cod. Just the Northeast in general. I'll get to see my dad, who is turning 70 next month (when did he get so old?!), and the rest of my really good friends who still live up there. I've been very homesick for them lately. A long weekend in Burlington during the fall foliage season will be just what I need. It won't hurt that I'll likely bring a pretty great traveling companion. :)

Overall, there isn't too much out of the ordinary going on. I'm scraping by, trying to remember to be thankful for all of the great things I'm experiencing. I'll get through the rough stuff eventually, and I know I'm always that much better for it.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

My Face Hurts

My days have been so filled with activity that it's hard to write a coherent post about what's been going on the last month. First off, it's August! When/how did this happen?! It's not that I'm not excited to be moving closer to joining the Foreign Service, I'm just stunned at how quickly time is flying by. I am just starting to really settle into Austin, and the people I've met are simply fantastic. Knowing that I'm going to be leaving them in a year or so (more? less?), well, that just makes me sad. I suppose it's good practice and all that, but, seriously, I LOVE it here.

I have a job interview of sorts tomorrow. I'm not sure how much the position pays, but hopefully it's quite a bit more than what I'm making. That would allow me to work normal people hours (instead of 7-6 everyday), and ease the burden of planning out my paychecks weeks in advance. It would also be closer to my house. This would give me more time to spend with my friends and my dogs. And maybe go for a jog every now and again!

I have to say, I have been generally happier the last two months than I have been in a very long time. And to add to the already wonderful feelings of vitality and happiness that have been coursing through my veins, I've managed to meet someone who makes me smile so much that I think my face might get stuck this way. This generally goes for the rest of my friends, but perhaps with this one I can't help but grin just a teensy bit more. It's refreshing, to say the least! :D

I've found that trying to do what makes me happy just helps the rest of the pieces fall into place. And, boy, am I one happy girl.

Monday, July 5, 2010

Staying Put (And Loving It!)

So, yeah, my job is still soul-sucking and terrible, but in the last week or two, I have been trying really hard to have fun outside of work. It's a strange, yet freeing, feeling resigning myself to knowing I won't be joining the Foreign Service in the next 6 months, likely longer. My feeling about being here suddenly switched from biding my time and waiting to waiting, but living here as well. And in this short time, I've been having a blast! It's great what a little outward adjustment of your attitude can do to your inner thoughts and feelings. I genuinely hope this is an indicator of my time left in Austin. I love this place!

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

My Reputation Precedes Me

You know what makes me feel amazing? Being recruited for something because someone has heard that I'm good.

I know I'm betraying my inner feminist by saying and feeling this way, but I much prefer playing sports on mostly or all male teams. In my experience, the level of competition is much higher, and the thrill that much bigger, when you perform well against people who are automatically assumed to be better than you because of gender. I have played ice hockey on all-male teams since I was 8. I now play floorball. If we can get past the gender divisions in IFF's rules, I will be playing for the Austin men's team for the national championship in California in 6 weeks. And now, I'm going to be playing for the local A-level men's roller hockey league because the owner of the sports arena heard I was a good ice hockey goalie.

My dad used to tell me, "If you're really that good, other people will do your bragging for you." There's no bigger compliment or self-esteem booster than when that sentiment rings true.