The Anti-Kanai
The Bride by Ray Caesar
It's been a totally inactive week with regard wedding preps but it's been crazy busy at the office.
It pains me to think that I will be leaving the hectic, stress-filled, cat-overrun office I love once Jo and I are married. Somehow I don't think it will be easy for me to segue to life as an H4-visa holder.*
I had never imagined that I would be so attached with my work as a Project Manager. You could look at it as a difficult job - contracts to read and write, so much problems to resolve; most things not going as planned, no matter how tight you think your plan is; someone always dropping the ball; and whenever something bad happens or whenever a mistake is made, getting to clean up the shit and facing the music (if you could call the ranting of a pissed client music).
But I love it - I love solving problems, balancing costs, arranging schedules, directing the work.
And nothing makes me feel better than wrapping up a project and seeing the final work complete (especially if the design hasn't been altered by client input heheh) and having a satisfied client.
Roberta says its because I'm an OC control freak, and I guess thats a bit true.
I will be moving to San Francisco after we're married and I have to admit I am afraid of having to start building my career from scratch. Although project management involves translatable skills like lateral thinking, good communication, etc. etc. - a large factor in being a competent project manager is knowledge of prices, suppliers and contractors, building codes, and the like. And thanks to our educational system, my architectural degree and license gets downgraded to draftsman level. Ugh.
I'll probably end up starting from scratch in an entry level job, and to be frank I am a mediocre designer and a so-so CAD operator. So if I get a position as assistant project manager I will be jumping up and down so hard that what Joel calls his 2-storey shack of an apartment will probably collapse.
Ahhhh Joey, this is how much I love you.
* dependent of someone on an H1B - US Work Visa
It pains me to think that I will be leaving the hectic, stress-filled, cat-overrun office I love once Jo and I are married. Somehow I don't think it will be easy for me to segue to life as an H4-visa holder.*
I had never imagined that I would be so attached with my work as a Project Manager. You could look at it as a difficult job - contracts to read and write, so much problems to resolve; most things not going as planned, no matter how tight you think your plan is; someone always dropping the ball; and whenever something bad happens or whenever a mistake is made, getting to clean up the shit and facing the music (if you could call the ranting of a pissed client music).
But I love it - I love solving problems, balancing costs, arranging schedules, directing the work.
And nothing makes me feel better than wrapping up a project and seeing the final work complete (especially if the design hasn't been altered by client input heheh) and having a satisfied client.
Roberta says its because I'm an OC control freak, and I guess thats a bit true.
I will be moving to San Francisco after we're married and I have to admit I am afraid of having to start building my career from scratch. Although project management involves translatable skills like lateral thinking, good communication, etc. etc. - a large factor in being a competent project manager is knowledge of prices, suppliers and contractors, building codes, and the like. And thanks to our educational system, my architectural degree and license gets downgraded to draftsman level. Ugh.
I'll probably end up starting from scratch in an entry level job, and to be frank I am a mediocre designer and a so-so CAD operator. So if I get a position as assistant project manager I will be jumping up and down so hard that what Joel calls his 2-storey shack of an apartment will probably collapse.
Ahhhh Joey, this is how much I love you.
* dependent of someone on an H1B - US Work Visa
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