Showing posts with label hot girls. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hot girls. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

sterile

This evening inn my Basic Techniques in Counseling class, I presented a 10 minute excerpt from a recorded role play in which I was a helping a student. This is a required activity of our class so that we can analyze our techniques. After I had shown the 10 minute clip, I received feedback from my cohort and our counseling instructor. Now, I could share all the feedback offered, but I'll spare you, the reader, and address one comment that my class agreed upon. Here goes...

In my role as a "helper," my statements and questions were both logical and thoughtful, but they were... "sterile." "Sterile?" you ask. Yes. It's true. Where as this may come as a shock to EVERYONE who knows me, I can allow my persona to be sterile. There's a perfectly good explanation for this.

Most of us will change our demeanor based on our audience. Your language, demeanor, or even character can change depending upon whom you are around. For example, the language I would use and topics of discussion would be very different if I were speaking to my fraternity brothers, versus speaking with the old ladies at church. The same was applicable with my last job working in college admissions. The content of my speech would certainly be different if I were talking to an auditorium of high school juniors than a library of their parents. In my role play recording, I was in a staged "counseling" session, myself and my client were acting, his problems were fictitious, we were being recorded, and I knew there was a criteria I was being judged upon. My preparation, language, demeanor, and my lack of clarity with my thoughts were a result of this particular activity. I focused so much on the content of my dialog, the task list of talking points, and the demonstration of counseling techniques learned resulted in a sterile presentation of who I am.

I had struggled with this in interviews. Here I was trying to put my best foot forward, saying the "right things" that fit the mold of what the employer was looking for. It wasn't a real representation of who I was. I was trying to get the job. Taking a very cookie cutter approach to showing how I fit the job description. Needless to say, those interview produced little in the way of employment. What I had worked on was knowing that I was already a good fit for the job, and in the interview demonstrating I was the right personality for their office. (Or realizing that I wasn't!) Being professional is great, but having personality is what will seal the deal.

Another unfortunate example is a recent couple of dates with a PYT. Naturally, I thought, "Put your best foot forward. Show you meet the qualifications." Though I managed to show more personality towards the ladder half of our first date which produced a second, I fell back into the pre-molded qualification focused mindset. The result? A sterile, boring, Reedo Burrito, and no 3rd date. Could there be other factors? Sure, but I played a role in my demise.

Where does that leave me? Wanting a third date... but also being cognizant of showing my true personality when it comes to matters of interpersonal communication. People don't like me because I am an outstanding professional (I am), or a dynamic speaker (I am not), but because of my personality, humor, genuinenity, wordsmithing, Filipinoness, and charm. My instructor described what was missing in that video clip was "warmth." With the consensus of the class, she pointed out that people would describe me as "warm," but that wasn't how they'd describe who I was in the clip. I still kicked ass on the presentation.

Here's to me, hopefully doing a better job of being me.

Monday, January 26, 2009

Bad tea. Good company.

I had the pleasure of hanging out with these two wonderful girls while I was home in SF for the holiday. It was a pretty fun filled day with shopping at some joint on Filmore, donating money to a charity that supports shelters for homeless women and children, drinking tea that I tried not to admit tasted like crap, grabbing cupcakes at a sweet place off Lombard, and then parting ways.

People should be jealous that I had the opportunity to hang out with these two. I'm jealous looking at my own picture!

Oh, and the reason why I'm posting this now is because like a cotton-headed ninny muggins I forgot to post it over the holiday break.

Damn! Look how stylish them girls are!

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Learning how to get a girl's number from a 6th grader

I had the pleasure of having my coworker's youngest son hanging out in my office. I like to chat with him and see what he's been up to. The young man is 11 years old, so he's been around for a while and knows what he's talking about. We spoke about school and athletics. I brought up how when I was his age I ran track in middle school. He informed me how in the 4th grade he played football, but not anymore. I asked him why, and he said he didn't have time anymore. He was busy with friends... and girls. "Girls?!" I asked. "Yeah, girls." he confirmed.

He proceeded to inform me that he just got a girls number. He had been hollering at her for 2 years, but he got her number yesterday at recess. Playing into the role I do with kids, I seemed shocked. I told him I would need to know how he does it, and I proceeded to take notes (later to be turned into this blog).

The boy said it was easy, and his instruction began. While fiddling with his multicolored Lego gun, he said I would need to start with "the move". When I jokingly asked if he meant a dance move, he corrected me. "No, the move. You know: the move. Like the move they do in the movies." he said. I stretched my arms up to yawn and lowered the one arm as to put it over the shoulders of my invisible neighbor. Yes, that was it. Then you have to do something "dumb" like jumping off a rock and maybe hurting myself. Another example he gave was for me to try doing flips, but with his warning that, "It might hurt." From there he instructed that I talk to her for a while and finally get her number. ("Just like that?" I thought to myself.)

Later in our discussion he told me how he wrote her 36 love notes when he met her in the 4th grade, and now it might pay off. Maybe he could take her on a date on Friday he explained to me.

Just like that, this kid got a girl's number. This young man is inquisitive, friendly, and
creative with Legos. What more could a girl ask for? I took my notes to be posted on this blog so that men the world-over can learn from this wise 4 foot playa.

Cheers!

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Bobble Head

Work afforded me the chance to attend my first NBA game. I was part of a mini college fair hosted by the San Antonio Spurs. It wasn't a very impressive program, but they're in the business of entertainment... not education. I give them an "A" for effort. That "A" was not influence by the hand written thank you note nor the Ginobili bobble head I was give. After fair I joined my colleague from Texas Christian University to watch the game against the Denver Nuggets. While inside we ran into a couple other college reps and we hung out together before the game got started. One of the reps was a reminder why I have a secret "thing" for red-heads. Thank you ma'am!

The game was... pretty good. Spurs lost, though. I have no allegiance to any NBA team. However, while in college I did become somewhat of a Pistons fan. I've been in Texas long enough, and been recruiting San Antonio students long enough that the second NBA team I would support would be the San Antonio Spurs.

So...

Go Spurs Go!

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Barnes & Noble

I'm sitting on a wooden bench in Barnes & Noble because all the comfy chairs were taken. I'm at this B&N in San Antonio because earlier today I was visiting a high school recruiting kiddos, and in a few hours I will be presenting to parents (just as I did last night) about the university I work for. It didn't make sence for me to drive back to the office only to turn around 30 minutes later for my evening program.

Although I don' label myself as an avid reader, I still like B&N. I will sometimes browse sections and convince myself it's time for a new book. Plus (with the exception of the bench) I like the seating and ambiance of this place. Conducive for taking in information. It reminded me of the few evening I would hang out at Border's at Stonestown Galleria in San Francisco when I was in high school. Good times.

There's also people watching that I enjoy. And... of course... checking out the studious, good looking ladies. The one currently in sights in her green shirt is wearing a "boot", the type one wear when they severely injure their leg. On the other foot, a flip-flop since the weather is still very nice in Texas (*something I like about this overly proud, overly conservative state).

Anyway, I am still on the clock and have work to do. Peace out!