My mom calls me lazy. My colleagues think I'm perfectionist. I think I'm a little bit of both. I'm passionate about fixing things, connecting people, coordinating stuff, and helping immigrants to find jobs and employers to hire immigrants. For fun, I promote sauna-going, jaw-breaking Finnish rye bread, and napping. A combination of all this is my recipe for lazy perfectionism.
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Where it all began then ...
I immigrated to Canada almost 4 years ago, in February 2009. In a month I was busy with accessing the support services for immigrants, learning how to write a Canadianized resume and create an effective elevator speech. I took all the available programs and attended every possible additional event with the agencies. I came across confident to many, but they were just fooled by my smile, height and good posture. Deep down I was insecure about my English and feeling lost with my plans.
I had done many things in my past; journalism, public relations and immigration research. All of these were about writing stuff, and writing it very well. But it had all been in Finnish. I knew that if I was a Canadian boss, I wouldn't hire myself to do any of that writing in English. So the question now wasn't what I
want to do, but what I
could do with my skills and experience.
With the help of my employment counsellors and mentors I narrowed down my short-term goal: get a job in event coordination. I had experience in it, I liked it, and even though writing is an important part of it too, it wasn't the main task. The problem was that I also wanted the content to be something relevant to me - I didn't want to coordinate events of a car company, but of a company that does something good.
My long term goal was to do something with immigration. I wasn't sure yet what exactly - did I want to continue in research? Or work in front line? Or something else? I didn't even know what else is out there.
Labels:
Immigration,
Risk taking
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