Date: Mon, 6 Aug 2012 22:03:31
To: XXXX
Subject:
RE: Nomination
Hi Jeannie,
Thanks for your nomination! Could you
ask Ms. Ganuelas to send us her bio and photo?
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Mei
Lau(Kay)
Northwest Asian Weekly | Seattle Chinese Post
Northwest Asian
Weekly Foundation | Women of Color Empowered
412 Maynard Ave. S. | Seattle, WA
98104
P. 206-223-0623 | F. 206-223-0626 | rsvp@nwasianweekly.com
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From: XXXX
Sent: Friday, July 27, 2012 7:18 AM
To: Rsvp NW Asian Weekly
Subject:
Nomination
I would like to nominate Ruzielle Ganuelas. I have known her
for several years now and find her to be someone that I value as a friend even
more than a customer though she is highly valued as both. She is a stolid
member of our community (the community at large as well as specifically women of
color). When I heard of this award, she was the first person who came to mind.
She is hard working, giving more than her share to her employers, family and
friends - for instance, always seeking to make sure the company as well as the
customers/clients get the very best - even above and beyond their expectations
(even at times when (I feel) she has been discriminated against)! I have also
seen her donate generously to worthy causes and volunteer her spare time to help
others. In the rigorous schedule she keeps I don't know where she even FINDS
"spare" time (and she always seems so calm and unhurried). She is an
inspiration to ME (and I'm an old, white business owner) with her personal
values, her work ethic, and her compassion, providing a fabulous example of a
human being for those around her to look up to and pattern their lives after.
I apologize for the length of this "short" paragraph but short isn't long
enough to express my admiration for this lady.
I hope you may find your way
clear to find her as worthy as I see her to receive your prestigious award.
Thank you for your consideration.
Jeannie Keyes, owner
The Venus
Moon
Renton, WA
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Stories and letters of a Virgo.
Monday, August 6, 2012
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
red letter day
I was inspired by the words of an Olympian a month ago when she was featured in Vogue. She said she's envisioned her success for so long when it finally happened to her she didn't feel anything. My successes in life, obviously are not of the Olympian kind, but I knew what it was like to envision something and achieve and when it happens you expect a mariachi band to show up and celebrate with you but all you could think about is, "wow. this is great. okay, i gotta do laundry now." I'm not trying to be cryptic but there's a part of me that's afraid the good luck would melt away if I spoke those words aloud. I won a $2000 scholarship from WSU for the whole year. Well, almost a whole year. $1000 free and clear when school starts and another $1000 if I maintain my GPA. Just a few hours before receiving my award, I opened my pay stub and found out I received a $2.20 raise. Kind of a big deal considering I can't remember the last time I received a pay raise at work. No wait, it's about 3 boyfriends ago which makes that around 4-5 years ago. I kind of sat there and read my letters over and over again. I keep waiting for the fireworks display but all I got was nothing.
"..."
My vision of winning the scholarship and getting that raise was so strong and vivid that when it happened I almost had an entitlement to it. I felt like it was something that was bound to happen, no matter what. It's so cosmic I'm almost afraid of it. Like I have my own innate powers to mold and mend my life at will. So what is next?
"..."
My vision of winning the scholarship and getting that raise was so strong and vivid that when it happened I almost had an entitlement to it. I felt like it was something that was bound to happen, no matter what. It's so cosmic I'm almost afraid of it. Like I have my own innate powers to mold and mend my life at will. So what is next?
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Logistics of failure (part one)
The winds of change are moving in and around me again, relentless and abrasive--dancing and beating its arms like a wailing woman.
Earlier during the day I went to an interview, or a "formal chat" as the office called it. I went in fully understanding I'm going back to my car an hour later deflated and helpless. This internship is a huge deal, at least for me anyway. I've been looking for an internship since April? May? Maybe even March... Not quite so sure anymore, I've been rejected so much I don't even want to think about the logistics of my failure. Nobody wants to read the geography of their incompleteness, the map of their inabilities.
Started off on the right footing, applying everywhere I can, dusted off the old resume, beefed up my writing, communications, sales whatever experience and sent it out to the world. To absolutely no avail, of course. In the meantime, I stared at the potato salad and the cold noodles at work and put away food containers and swept the floors and felt so shamed and alone it was a miracle I didn't die of humiliation while cutting yet another slab of meat.
I didn't tell anyone about the interview, I've grown tired of being so happy, so happy for a bright future that's going to go dark on me without notice. The first resume I sent out was a marketing internship for a socially conscious company that aims to reach out to the Asian, specifically Southeast Asian community. The summer was supposed to be spent educating the Asian community about environmental practices, sustainability and the green movement. Must speak a Southeast Asian language such as Tagalog. Cool... I speak/read/write/dream in Tagalog, I'm the queen of the green movement, I work for an organic co-op! I'm in!
... And nothing, not even a polite "we regret to inform you.." awkward email. When I do get an interview I was wearing my brand new Nordstrom pant suit and I felt and looked fabulous. It's tough not to look fabulous when you're wearing something crisp and looks like money stitched all over lapels and the seams.
Earlier during the day I went to an interview, or a "formal chat" as the office called it. I went in fully understanding I'm going back to my car an hour later deflated and helpless. This internship is a huge deal, at least for me anyway. I've been looking for an internship since April? May? Maybe even March... Not quite so sure anymore, I've been rejected so much I don't even want to think about the logistics of my failure. Nobody wants to read the geography of their incompleteness, the map of their inabilities.
Started off on the right footing, applying everywhere I can, dusted off the old resume, beefed up my writing, communications, sales whatever experience and sent it out to the world. To absolutely no avail, of course. In the meantime, I stared at the potato salad and the cold noodles at work and put away food containers and swept the floors and felt so shamed and alone it was a miracle I didn't die of humiliation while cutting yet another slab of meat.
I didn't tell anyone about the interview, I've grown tired of being so happy, so happy for a bright future that's going to go dark on me without notice. The first resume I sent out was a marketing internship for a socially conscious company that aims to reach out to the Asian, specifically Southeast Asian community. The summer was supposed to be spent educating the Asian community about environmental practices, sustainability and the green movement. Must speak a Southeast Asian language such as Tagalog. Cool... I speak/read/write/dream in Tagalog, I'm the queen of the green movement, I work for an organic co-op! I'm in!
... And nothing, not even a polite "we regret to inform you.." awkward email. When I do get an interview I was wearing my brand new Nordstrom pant suit and I felt and looked fabulous. It's tough not to look fabulous when you're wearing something crisp and looks like money stitched all over lapels and the seams.
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
What do you wear when... (une)
What do you wear when your life is about to change forever?
I heard Stacey London ask this almost cosmic question this morning as I was getting ready for work. If there's anything anybody needs to know about me is this: my life is a never ending series of cosmic events. I'm one of those annoying people who experience synchronicity, coincidences, deja vu, prophetic dreams, past life remembrance and other weird new age crap. But this story is for another day...
Let's start with a crisp Nordstrom dark blue almost black pants and a crisp jacket. Underneath is a white short sleeved blouse with a ruffled tuxedo front and very short, fitted sleeve and paired with a conservative yet stylish black pumps and a purple Coach handbag--the perfect outfit for my dream job/internship which hopefully turns into my dream career.
A few days ago I went to a discount chain store in search of easy summer shorts but found two beautiful dresses instead. My style goal for the past two months has been to dress exactly the opposite of how I normally dress which isn't saying much, quite frankly. I save dresses and heels for very, very special occasions like going to see the ballet. If I'm going to spend $60 on entertainment I might as well look nice. The dress is something I've seen on a fashion magazine before but at a steep discount of course. It falls on my knees, hugs my body close enough and opens up at the right places. And it's black. One of my go-to colors for clothing and accessories. I would have wanted the same dress in mustard or turquiose--a happy color in the spectrum but this one looked oh so lovely.
I haven't quiet figured out why out of all the colors in the Crayola box black and I make the most sense. My natural tendency is to be sullen and morose: I'm Wednesday Addams at 27, underemployed and views life as one giant turd bath.
The open-toed patent leather pumps I bought next door from another discount chain store is literally my little black dress' one true love. This is the kind of pairing that begs to be taken out to dinner at Purple or some fabulous restaurant in the Eastside.
I heard Stacey London ask this almost cosmic question this morning as I was getting ready for work. If there's anything anybody needs to know about me is this: my life is a never ending series of cosmic events. I'm one of those annoying people who experience synchronicity, coincidences, deja vu, prophetic dreams, past life remembrance and other weird new age crap. But this story is for another day...
Let's start with a crisp Nordstrom dark blue almost black pants and a crisp jacket. Underneath is a white short sleeved blouse with a ruffled tuxedo front and very short, fitted sleeve and paired with a conservative yet stylish black pumps and a purple Coach handbag--the perfect outfit for my dream job/internship which hopefully turns into my dream career.
A few days ago I went to a discount chain store in search of easy summer shorts but found two beautiful dresses instead. My style goal for the past two months has been to dress exactly the opposite of how I normally dress which isn't saying much, quite frankly. I save dresses and heels for very, very special occasions like going to see the ballet. If I'm going to spend $60 on entertainment I might as well look nice. The dress is something I've seen on a fashion magazine before but at a steep discount of course. It falls on my knees, hugs my body close enough and opens up at the right places. And it's black. One of my go-to colors for clothing and accessories. I would have wanted the same dress in mustard or turquiose--a happy color in the spectrum but this one looked oh so lovely.
I haven't quiet figured out why out of all the colors in the Crayola box black and I make the most sense. My natural tendency is to be sullen and morose: I'm Wednesday Addams at 27, underemployed and views life as one giant turd bath.
The open-toed patent leather pumps I bought next door from another discount chain store is literally my little black dress' one true love. This is the kind of pairing that begs to be taken out to dinner at Purple or some fabulous restaurant in the Eastside.
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