A little over two years ago I started this blog with a certain goal in mind. Like much of my life, things took a turn and I ended up somewhere else. This blog is an unorganized mess of some of my recent life, mostly documented for the sake of myself, but also written somewhat with the reader in mind.
Timelines may be skewed, and there is quite a bit that I have done which has yet to be recorded. There are times when I feel a journal-style entry is appropriate, and times when I require a longer period of reflection before I feel comfortable sharing my thoughts. Additionally, I am very busy, or sometimes very unmotivated, so the blog suffers periods of drought.
For some, I hope my posts may encourage a leap of faith. For others, perhaps my occasional misfortunes may stray you away from deeper waters than for which you are prepared. Ultimately, I encourage you to never stop learning, and reading is a good first step.
All the best,
“I find the great thing in this world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving: To reach the Port of Heaven, we must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it – but sail we must, and not drift, nor lie anchor.”Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
“Success is no accident. It is hard work, perseverance, learning, studying, sacrifice, and most of all, love of what you are doing or learning to do”
A friend of mine recently noted that I seem to be in all the right places at all the right times. While I do find myself getting my foot in the door at a few correct moments, I attribute that luck to my persistence and hard work.
Before I came to Walla Walla I was working for a nation-wide wine retailer. I liked my job, but I hoped that I could make a better connection with the industry than fighting for America’s superstore.
I formulated plans to leave, and began searching for the right place to go. I landed a job interview for an Event Coordinator position at a winery in California’s San Joaquin Valley. While my hopes were high, my qualifications were unsatisfactory. I did not get the job, and I found myself back at square one. read more…
On August 14th, my wife and I set out for the West Coast. Driving separate vehicles, we took with us everything we could stuff in and between our boxes, and headed west. Our destination: Walla Walla, Washington.
Awaiting us was a one week booking at a Motel 6, and the promise of an opportunity for me to work as a harvest intern at a local, premium winery. Jordan, while being very hirable and sporting a Bachelor’s degree in Hospitality and Tourism Management, would be arriving unemployed.
For those of you unfamiliar with the business, a harvest intern is the lowest rung on a winery’s ladder. The job is full of long, stressful hours, surrounded by plenty of machines and chemicals that could seriously injure or even kill you. Your job is to show up whenever the cellar master calls and follow his instructions from the moment you arrive until the moment he says “go home.” There is no 9am-5pm. Hours are unpredictable, and you are unemployed when the roughly three month season is over. read more…