The last blog was all about the previous fun weekends, but that is not how every entry is going to be. So, I thought it would be nice to take a little bit of time and share what I'm doing now for a living.
At Stryker, I work in the HR department, and I am what is called a Candidate Care Specialist. To sum this position up, I do anything from A to Z when it comes to scheduling candidate's on-site interviews. Recruiters find the candidates, then I take it from there. Its a small team of 4, and I'm the only one on the west. We support the entire US, which is a lot of divisions. This can make it challenging due to the time change, and the volume of candidates that need interviews. My favorite part about the job is working with the candidates. When I get positive feedback, it absolutely makes my day. I love when I pick up a candidate that is scheduled to come to Endoscopy (the division I work at) because then I get to meet them in person. It really helps everything to come together nicely that way. With my job, there is a lot of scheduling, a lot of details, and a ton of emails, but the days fly by.
For any of you who know me you will know this: I am AWFUL with names, and I am not very skilled at proof reading. I spelled my own name wrong on the email for this blog for God's sake. These two downfalls can cause some mistakes on my end. Recently I had a minor mistake and called a VIP in the business the wrong name. No it's not the end of the world, but I still really took it to heart. I HATE MESSING UP! This job is really teaching me to be more detailed oriented, but I'm sure there are plenty of more mistakes to come. It's really strange going right out of college into a career. I feel extremely young and sometimes it feels like you need to do even better to prove yourself. Anyway, Stryker is an awesome company with a lot of awesome people working in it. I'm blessed to be where I am.
I got some pretty great news this week. I'm in the lead for having the most candidates this month! I think I'm at about 50. phew!
Also, I'm still waiting on a dog over labor day. My roommate will be out of town, and I really don't want to be home alone all weekend, its very scary here. Especially when people are murdered in their house like 10 miles away from me. This place is so different from home- but that's another entry soon to come.
Till next time...
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Where to Start?
I was inspired today by my friend Karissa Shaw to start blogging. I've never done it, I have to admit I'm a little nervous. Let me prepare you, I am an awful proof-reader so there WILL be spelling/grammatical errors-don't judge. The title 5863, is the address to my new lovely home (pictures coming soon).
For any of you who need an update, here is a summary: I graduated from University of Idaho in May and landed a job with Stryker in San Jose, CA. I moved here in June, and I live with my old roommate/friend from college. She is newly single, and boy do we have a lot of stories to share lately. I will try to keep these blogs short, honest, and light. I hope you enjoy!
To start this baby off I'm going to fill you in on some details. These are going to be some common names: Chelsea (roommate/friend/co-worker), Michael Douglas Andrews (friend/co-worker) I call him any of those three names and sometimes Bob. Casey (fellow college friend/co-worker) and Justin (Casey's BF/friend). Every weekend so far has been spent with Chels and Doug. Last weekend Chels and I met Douglas and Justin up in San Fransisco for a night on the town and boy did we hit it hard. Doug and Justin were already "3 sheets to the wind" and Chels and I had to quickly catch up. This was the result: Justin left us with no clarification of where he was going and how we were going to get into Casey's apartment, where we were staying for the night. Micahel found himself a great London gal, I ate a hotdog (no bacon!) and piece of pizza and the three of us ended up sleeping in Chelsea's Honda until 5:30 am, when Justin woke up after 13 missed calls and let us in. I used my overnight bag for a blanket, and Chels and I shoved 6 foot 6 Michael in the back seat. We were parked on a busy street in San Fransisco, there were street lights at least. This night we all quickly realized the hierarchy of our trio when drinking: Chelsea bosses me around, and I boss Michael around. Sorry Mike, we will add someone for you to boss soon.
This weekend was a little more tame, (NOT!). Us three (as usual) went to a party at Chris's house (he is 1 of 3 identical triplet boys). About an hour into the party Michael pulls Chels and I in close and says very seriously and quietly "hey.. guys.. I have to ask you something... are there three people here that are related?" Nothing gets by him. Saturday night we got a pretty good group together: Jarrod, Aron, Shann Dan, Mike, Chels and I ventured to the Saddlerack. This is a western themed bar in Fremont California, one that my parents apparently loved back in the day. This night ended in swing dancing, and piggy back rides out of the bar...thanks Jarrod again for the ride.
Today we had in-n-out for breakfast and did absolutely nothing.
Other fun facts:
Recently our land lord tried to make Chels pay for a 43 YEAR OLD toilet that spontaneously cracked. 43 years is a lot of years for a toilet...
I have a very hard to break addiction to Doritos Locos tacos from Taco Bell. I recently discovered you can buy the shells for 60 cents each...not good.
I'm still struggling with my craving for a dog (Cheerio, my future Goldendoodle) and thought it would be a good idea to post an ad on Craigslist asking if I could dog sit. The only response I received was a very inappropriate email from 'my flame', Lorene.
Chels and I only know how to cook a few meals: tacos, taco salad, burritos, spaghetti, toast, cereal, protein shakes.. All of which are getting very old, fast. Ideas wanted.
Mike, Chels and I have seen a total of 4 completely butt naked men in San Fransisco so far. I'm sure that number will increase over the year.
Our neighbor sits on the back patio on a nightly basis and loudly farts/burps, and fights with his GF/Fiance (they both have different answers). This is one of the joys of living so close to people.
Well I think thats enough for now, I know I said I would keep these short.. I guess I lied. Sorry I started our relationship off on a bad start... ;)
For any of you who need an update, here is a summary: I graduated from University of Idaho in May and landed a job with Stryker in San Jose, CA. I moved here in June, and I live with my old roommate/friend from college. She is newly single, and boy do we have a lot of stories to share lately. I will try to keep these blogs short, honest, and light. I hope you enjoy!
To start this baby off I'm going to fill you in on some details. These are going to be some common names: Chelsea (roommate/friend/co-worker), Michael Douglas Andrews (friend/co-worker) I call him any of those three names and sometimes Bob. Casey (fellow college friend/co-worker) and Justin (Casey's BF/friend). Every weekend so far has been spent with Chels and Doug. Last weekend Chels and I met Douglas and Justin up in San Fransisco for a night on the town and boy did we hit it hard. Doug and Justin were already "3 sheets to the wind" and Chels and I had to quickly catch up. This was the result: Justin left us with no clarification of where he was going and how we were going to get into Casey's apartment, where we were staying for the night. Micahel found himself a great London gal, I ate a hotdog (no bacon!) and piece of pizza and the three of us ended up sleeping in Chelsea's Honda until 5:30 am, when Justin woke up after 13 missed calls and let us in. I used my overnight bag for a blanket, and Chels and I shoved 6 foot 6 Michael in the back seat. We were parked on a busy street in San Fransisco, there were street lights at least. This night we all quickly realized the hierarchy of our trio when drinking: Chelsea bosses me around, and I boss Michael around. Sorry Mike, we will add someone for you to boss soon.
This weekend was a little more tame, (NOT!). Us three (as usual) went to a party at Chris's house (he is 1 of 3 identical triplet boys). About an hour into the party Michael pulls Chels and I in close and says very seriously and quietly "hey.. guys.. I have to ask you something... are there three people here that are related?" Nothing gets by him. Saturday night we got a pretty good group together: Jarrod, Aron, Shann Dan, Mike, Chels and I ventured to the Saddlerack. This is a western themed bar in Fremont California, one that my parents apparently loved back in the day. This night ended in swing dancing, and piggy back rides out of the bar...thanks Jarrod again for the ride.
Today we had in-n-out for breakfast and did absolutely nothing.
Other fun facts:
Recently our land lord tried to make Chels pay for a 43 YEAR OLD toilet that spontaneously cracked. 43 years is a lot of years for a toilet...
I have a very hard to break addiction to Doritos Locos tacos from Taco Bell. I recently discovered you can buy the shells for 60 cents each...not good.
I'm still struggling with my craving for a dog (Cheerio, my future Goldendoodle) and thought it would be a good idea to post an ad on Craigslist asking if I could dog sit. The only response I received was a very inappropriate email from 'my flame', Lorene.
Chels and I only know how to cook a few meals: tacos, taco salad, burritos, spaghetti, toast, cereal, protein shakes.. All of which are getting very old, fast. Ideas wanted.
Mike, Chels and I have seen a total of 4 completely butt naked men in San Fransisco so far. I'm sure that number will increase over the year.
Our neighbor sits on the back patio on a nightly basis and loudly farts/burps, and fights with his GF/Fiance (they both have different answers). This is one of the joys of living so close to people.
Well I think thats enough for now, I know I said I would keep these short.. I guess I lied. Sorry I started our relationship off on a bad start... ;)
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