OK, this is gonna be embarrassing, but here goes ... About a year ago, yes a year, my friend Moises Lopez "tagged" me ... and here I am just now responding. Since then, he has migrated his blog to this address. Sorry Moises. Honestly, you know you mean more to me than this tardiness might otherwise suggest.
You tagged me and asked me to comply with these simple rules:
THE RULES:
1) Post these rules before you give the facts.
2) List 8 random facts about yourself.
3) At the end of your post, choose (tag) 8 people and list their names (linking to them).
4) Leave them a comment on their blog letting them know they've been tagged!
Here goes:
Eight random facts about me:
1) I'm a neat freak. I really like my house clean, my office well organized, and my head clear. In fact, I can't think very well or perform effectively if there's clutter on my desk. I like my kitchen spotless and everything put away (counters clear!). I'm not quite OCD but perhaps close...
2) Before I pursued my long career in consultative sales, I was gonna be ... ahem ... an Accountant. You know how they ask you in the counseling office at High School what your best high school subject was so they can "help you" determine what to study in college...? Well, I was great at typing and business classes. So, they suggested I study Accounting. I promptly went off and earned an Accounting diploma at a vocational school and then settled into an Accounts Receivable clerk position for a large insurance brokerage company at about age 19. On the 8th floor of a small office building in Portland, OR, I had a desk right next to the door which opened to the elevator waiting area. We as a small team often elected to keep that door open for ventilation, and since I was always a hopeless extrovert, I constantly greeted the stream of traffic that got on and off the elevators throughout the day. One afteroon, a tall, rather stern-looking gentleman came in and asked me just what it was I did for a job around there. I proudly proclaimed that I processed all the incoming checks for the company and reconciled the accounts. With a quizzical look on his face, he stated in no uncertain terms, "You're miscast. You belong in Sales." And then soon thereafter recruited me to sell life, health, and disability insurances. Mind you, I was a hopeless failure selling insurance (I'm no good at sellling "death"), and after a year of trying, my boss gleefully one Monday morning asked me to sign the resignation letter he'd drafted for me. But hey, the job got me into Sales, Account Management, and relationship development, where I've been ever since!
3) My kindergarten teacher claimed me as "the 'stupidest' kid" she had ever had in her class. In all the years she had taught!! This would have been about 1970 in Yakima, WA. You see, I daydreamed a lot and felt I had so many better things going on besides school (like playing with my friends in the garden at home, having tomato fights, and placing pennies on the railroad tracks to be smashed by passing trains). But when my teacher informed me of my complete lack of intelligence, it didn't hurt my feelings or make me feel bad, for whatever reason. I just took it to be a statement of fact and thought, "Huh, I guess I really need to work at changing the situation, then." I remember distinctly getting math homework in the 2nd grade and thinking, "Wow, this is really hard. But ya know, I am stupid, so (sigh) I guess I'm just going to have to work harder than the rest of the kids on this. That's all." So, I would set to studying for hours to master the task. This kind of focus is what guided my early schooling efforts, and then later blossomed into an absolute love for learning. Later, I went on to pursue and earn a Bachelors, two Masters, and a Doctorate. I guess I should really thank that kindergarten teacher one of these days...
4) On the culinary front, I love to cook, eat, and host parties (which is why I must also be a long distance runner!). I am a big fan of big, bold red wine and especially love Zinfandel. I don't like dry reds, but rather a bit fruity with a chocolate, pepper, or vanilla finish. No oak, either, please!
5) Married at age 35 and having been the oldest child of 4 who looked after my siblings for several years while growing up, I was not immediately hip on the idea of becoming a parent myself. My husband, however, was enamored with the idea. After considering it carefully, it occured to me, being a fan of Abraham Maslow, that the only way I could completely self-actualize was to in fact become a parent -- to love someone else unconditionally and commit to the life-long task of caring for and supporting that person for as long as I lived. So, my original motivation for becoming a parent was quite selfish. It was not to see myself in my child's eyes or create a being that might later take care of me in my old age, but still selfish nonetheless: to have a being in my life that would help me become the best human I could be. Now, of course, I do think my 5-year old daughter has helped me immensely to grow into a better person (and that journey of course continues, and will forever), but what I was not anticipating was the overwhelming and absolute love I feel for her and the sheer joy she brings to my life. She's the best thing I've ever done.
6) My favorite color is a peachish orange. I love the energy this color gives, and it make sme happy to wear it. You will notice that a lot of my wardrobe consists of bright, happy colors. This is completely acceptable and of very little notice where I live, here in Dallas.
7) I grew up in a small northeastern Oregon town called Hermiston and began working for my parents at the age of 11 in their restaurant business. First busing tables and hostessing, I progressed to the coveted position of waitress. I didn't know it at the time, but my father expected I would take over the business when I turned 18. What he was not aware of, though, is that for 7 years I had been interacting with the patrons who passed through our town and frequented our restaurant. And they told me about the really exotic places they came from -- like Portland, OR. And over these early years working in the restaurant I came to know one thing for certain: I most definitely did not want to stay in this small town but instead wanted to explore the world. Starting my journey in Portland, OR, I later managed to find residence in Rio de Janeiro and Madrid, which may seem to some as exotic as Portland seemed to me all those years ago.
8) My first (and only to date) marathon was completed in 3:45:19 in Portland, OR. I was in the best shape of my life back then, at age 29. Ahhh, the good ole days.
Here's the eight -- errr, let's make it six people I hereby tag:
1) Paul DeBettignies
2) Jason Warner
3) Steven Rothberg
4) Toby Dayton
5) Amitai Givertz
6) Jim Durbin
About Alise Cortez: In addition to playing on our blog here and there, I have a day job at Improved Experience, where our mission is to open dialogue between employers and job seekers. Specifically, my roles include Customer Acquisition and Operations.
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