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Sandy asks…

What would you do if you were in my situation?

I am experiencing some trouble at work . . . Specifically, I’ve completed my third year at the company, but my managers are still having a hard time trying to figure out where I fit into the company, what to do with me. I had a hunch about this problem before they became aware of this problem – primarily because I saw that there really isn’t a specific opening in the business unit for me to occupy. I brought up the problem to my project manager, and he basically told me that it’s up to me figure things out. It’s not exactly the most supportive atittude, but I’ve moved on from this setback, and I’ve decided to focus on the solutions. I’ve came up with several, and I was wondering if I can get some feedback as to which one would be the best for me (financially and professional-development-wise).

1. Look for other opportunities within the company, and help my current business unit part-time. This way, I don’t burn bridges with my exisitng managers; I can still have a niche.

2. Apply for opportunities outside the company.

I am aware that 1 and 2 need to happen concurrently.

3. Apply to medical school, and become a physician. I feel that there will be a shortage of physicians in the workforce later on. Physicians are paid well; have a prestigious profession; never laid off; and the financial rewards at the end of residency + fellowship are something that I’d never be able to attain if I keep doing what I do now.

What are your thoughts? Or maybe I should just look for a new job (both inside and outside the company), while taking the coursework at night to gain admission to medical school. In other words, I should be doing all these 3 things.

New Niche Finder answers:

I would advise you to do all 3 concurrently.

Especially if your current employer offers tuition reimbursement

David asks…

What do you think of my story?

Prologue
If I told you I was a normal teenage girl from Atlanta, I would be lying. There’s really nothing “normal” me. At age six my parents gave me ten bucks to go into the grocery store and get a box of cereal. I bought the cereal and waited on the bench for two straight days, waiting for my parents to return. Finally the store manager called Child Services.
I stayed in a lot of group homes and learned that some people don’t care about how old you are before the steal away all your innocence. When I was nine, a teenage boy at a group home in New York raped me. When I told my social worker she told me that sometimes those things just happen.
At ten, a nice couple decided to take me in for a while. They even took me to France. Which is where they left, sold me actually. To a man who needed an innocent face to deliver his drugs. That lasted about a year.
Soon enough, I snuck away one night. Made it to Paris. There, I survived by stealing. Something I learned I had quite a niche for. First it was just food. An apple from the market, a banana, or perhaps even a biscuit from the bakery. But it got so easy.
Pick pocketing, my next step up the latter. Men in business coats who constantly are counting their Euro and buying a ton of coffee, women who wear fur coats and lots of jewelry, teenagers who wear the top brand of clothing and walk with their heads held higher than everyone else. Those are the people I chose. People who could spare some. But still, I get bored.
The first time I wanted something and decided to take it by force, came to a shock to even me. I was walking along the side walk and I saw it. A cross necklace. Diamonds on each end. White gold from the cross to the chain. Just like the one my momma had. But I was sure hers wasn’t real. Hers was just a dollar store necklace with some 2 cent rhinestones. This was the necklace I wanted and I was sure going to get.
That night, I stayed in the ally way behind the store until 2:21 AM. I slid my backpack inside a crack in the brick wall. There I stood, slipping on my black gloves and spandex. My long black, curly hair was tied into a French roll and covered with a tight black hat. This time I had to be careful. This was a jewelry store.
Pulling a medal nail file out of my pocket, I used to it to unscrew the out side vent. Two seconds later I was inside. A can of spray paint, a lock pick kit, and a rope with a harness. I was in, out, and hooking my necklace around my neck in 2 minutes 22 seconds. A start of an epidemic.
Now I’m fourteen and one of the top thieves for higher in the world. Just call me Robin.

The Title is “If Robin Hood was a Woman, He’d Enjoy the Tights”

In the first chapter Robin is talking about her most recent job and how she’s going to do it, but when she actually goes to the Bank Ball she learns that she wasn’t the only one the man hired for this job. He also hired a female grifter to get what he needs if Robin can’t get it for him.

Later Isabelle, the grifter, and Robin form a bond. For the first time Robin’s not on her own and Isabelle is has someone to protect.

A mother-daughter bond forms and it becomes dangerous when they get hired to con a mob.

What do you think? Be brutal.

New Niche Finder answers:

I think it’s really interesting. From the way your wrote and described everything in the beginning, i thought it was going to be a totally different story from how your ending was.
But still a good concept..it kept me reading

Thomas asks…

obama is the best for…….?

war

Barack Obama has
captivated voters from all parties with his refreshing new style of
rhetoric. He has the voting record to back his criticism of the Iraq
war. But like his CFR colleagues, he vows to continue the pursuit of
a shadowy enemy under the vague threat of “terrorism” – a policy
that has cost citizens their personal liberties, trillions in debt
and untold lives. The war on terror has been crafted to spend the
US into bankruptcy and setup a domestic police state. Money
continues to be being printed out of thin air by the private
run-for-profit Federal Reserve, while China remains leveraged with
over $1 trillion in US dollar holdings. In the middle east, the
CFR’s blank check for U.S. military operations will deplete U.S.
resources while inciting sectarian strife and anti-U.S. sentiment,
ignoring the history of blowback as documented by the CIA. Obama and
other CFR candidates affiliation with the organization is not
promoted on their websites or in any press releases because the
organization has centralized political power and financial capital to
set policy the public would otherwise oppose. The career
politicians in the CFR know corporate sponsorship is frowned upon by
voters. The Council is one of the major conduits between government
and business leaders in the US. The CFR is guaranteeing power by
owning all the horses in the race that is the 2008 election. Obama
is captivating unlike most of his competition, undoubtedly
intelligent enough to understand his political niche. Another CFR
US president guarantees more of the same costly foreign policy that
protects corporate interests and isolates the US. Like his
colleagues, Barack Obama’s stated foreign policy intentions foment
the long term militarization and balkanization of the middle east
while resources will continue to be spent in deficit to finance an
illegal foreign policy. Only when the control of the CFR is fully
exposed will the voters have a real democratic choice.
http://www.nowpublic.com/obama-cfr
Democrat CFR
Candidates:

Barack Obama

Hillary Clinton

John Edwards

Chris Dodd

Bill Richardson

Republican CFR
Candidates:

Mitt Romney

Rudy Giuliani

John McCain

Fred Thompson

Newt Gingrich
lol wake up scorpio they are all BS’ING us
THE PROOF IS RIGHT IN Front of your “eyes” hillary,mccain,and obama are all playing for the same team
Legal Eagle, i support ron paul but i am not voting for him because either way the CFR members are gonna win because they control the media and the media has a MAJOR influence on people

New Niche Finder answers:

I agree there is proof that obama is CFR but people can’t handle the truth

Daniel asks…

What do you think of my story? PLEASE read.?

Prologue
If I told you I was a normal teenage girl from Atlanta, I would be lying. There’s really nothing “normal” me. At age six my parents gave me ten bucks to go into the grocery store and get a box of cereal. I bought the cereal and sat on the bench for two straight days, waiting for my parents to return. Finally the store manager called Child Services.
I stayed in a lot of group homes and learned that some people don’t care about how old you are before the steal away all your innocence. When I was nine, a teenage boy at a group home in New York raped me. When I told my social worker she told me that sometimes those things just happen.
At ten, a nice couple decided to take me in for a while. They even took me to France. Which is where they left, sold me actually. To a man who needed an innocent face to deliver his drugs. That lasted about a year.
Soon enough, I snuck away one night. Made it to Paris. There, I survived by stealing. Something I learned I had quite a niche for. First it was just food. An apple from the market, a banana, or perhaps even a biscuit from the bakery. But it got so easy.
Pick pocketing, my next step up the latter. Men in business coats who constantly are counting their Euro and buying a ton of coffee, women who wear fur coats and lots of jewelry, teenagers who wear the top brand of clothing and walk with their heads held higher than everyone else. Those are the people I chose. People who could spare some. But still, I got bored.
The first time I wanted something and decided to take it by force, came to a shock to even me. I was walking along the side walk and I saw it. A cross necklace. Diamonds on each end. White gold from the cross to the chain. Just like the one my momma had. But I was sure hers wasn’t real. Hers was just a dollar store necklace with some 2 cent rhinestones. This was the necklace I wanted and I was sure going to get.
That night, I stayed in the ally way behind the store until 2:21 AM. I slid my backpack inside a crack in the brick wall. There I stood, slipping on my black gloves and spandex. My long black, curly hair was tied into a French roll and covered with a tight black hat. This time I had to be careful. This was a jewelry store.
Pulling a medal nail file out of my pocket, I used to it to unscrew the out side vent. Two seconds later I was inside. A can of spray paint, a lock pick kit, and a rope with a harness. I was in, out, and hooking my necklace around my neck in 2 minutes 22 seconds. A start of an epidemic.
Now I’m fourteen and one of the top thieves for higher in the world. Just call me Robin.

Chapter One
Sitting in a desk with my head down, appearing to be asleep, I listened intently to my science teacher. She is explaining genetics. How one is dominate over another. Things I already knew.
Here I went by Atlanta George. Get it? Yea, I know, so sly. To my clients I’m known as Robin. But to myself, I realize I have no real name. No one ever called me by a name until a few years ago when I restarted school, and that was just a name I made up. Don’t sweat the small details with the whole parent/ guardian stuff. When you’re a thief, things like this are easy.
Anyway, since I’m sure you don’t want to hear about how genetics are past from parent to offspring, I’ll catch you up on my current client.
Jeffry Collins is a rich man that needs an unofficial hand getting a hold of some documents to keep his company out of a law suit that could probably take him for everything he’s worth. So he called me.
These documents have been removed from every hard drive in his company’s files, but one copy remains. This copy is in a vault in the basement of the Bank of England. A job that will take time a thought. But I have until Thursday.
The Bank of England was originally built in 1732 by George Sampson. So everything is old school. Real old school. The vault is in the basement. Each floor has 4 security guards except for the basement; there’s 6. One in each hallway and two in front of the vault. A challenge for a fourteen year old girl, right? Wrong! I could do this in my sleep! The problem is, Thursday night there is a ball. Security will be off the charts. Not only because the American Black President will be there but also the royal family. No children.
Normally I can pass for 18-20 but any older I’m really pushing it. This time, I’m not going to be able to just walk in like I normally do with a fake ID and a formal dress. I’m going to have to be invisible to everyone there. So I was thinking, go in threw the vents, weasel into a locked elevator shaft, drop a couple stories, climb in some more vents, set off an alarm on the top floor, get the documents and get out.
It’s a lot harder than most of my jobs, but it’s not the hardest. Besides, this man is offering half a million. With that I could- yeah, I don’t know what I could do it. Save it until I am out of school? Buy a private island with all the money I have in my “Coll
Buy a private island with all the money I have in my “College” saving account? Yeah, I don’t really know yet.
Glancing at the clock and seeing it was 3:00, I grabbed my backpack and stood up just as the bell rang. I almost made it to the door before I heard Madam Beaumont’s high voice, screeching my name. “Atlanta! Atlanta!”
Spinning around on my toes, I stared at her not attempting to hide my annoyance. “Yes?” I snapped.
I was so tired of Madam Beaumont. She wouldn’t bother me near as much if she could learn how to keep her nose on her face instead of in my business. Somehow that seemed to be difficult for her.
“Could your parents please come to the conferences tomorrow night? I’d very much like to speak with them,” she said taking a seat behind her wooden desk.
Ugh, not this again! I rolled my eyes and tossed my backpack on the floor. “Madam, look. My parents work and they often can’t make it. Tomorrow Mom has a staff meeting and my father is talking to a client about a
client about a problem with their bank account. So don’t get your hopes up.”
I knew she had more to say to me, but I grabbed my bag and got out of there. Man she annoyed me.
Two buses and a long walk later, I made it home. A small cottage a few miles outside the city was my very first real home. First it was a shack with a broken window and the roof falling in. After my first real job and a hefty payment, I found some unofficial contractor to fix up my home. Amazing what people will do when you pay them ten grand in cash.
It was small but it was home.
I threw my backpack on the floor, and pulled out my 22 from underneath the couch cushions. Thursday was going to be a serious job, and if I got caught in that vault they aren’t going to hesitate to shoot me in the back a few dozen times. If I was going to do this job, I better get some target practice in.
I stacked to hay bales and hung a target. It was a simple dart board design but it served its purpose.
The Title is “If Robin Hood was a Woman, He’d Enjoy the Tights”

In the first chapter Robin is talking about her most recent job and how she’s going to do it, but when she actually goes to the Bank Ball she learns that she wasn’t the only one the man hired for this job. He also hired a female grifter to get what he needs if Robin can’t get it for him.

Later Isabelle, the grifter, and Robin form a bond. For the first time Robin’s not on her own and Isabelle is has someone to protect.

A mother-daughter bond forms and it becomes dangerous when they get hired to con a mob.

What do you think? Be brutal.

New Niche Finder answers:

It’s good. I like it…

Keep up the good work…sounds like you’ll be fine author some day…

(Make sure you have a “theme” and “plot” in mind that teaches the reader all about the intricacies of being a thief, the upsides, the downsides, and have the main character exhibit transformational growth and learn something from the whole story…In other words…what’s the reason for the story. What do we learn from this tale of thievery, and what did the main character learn…?)

Mark asks…

Is it too late to get into Stanford?

I just changed majors and I’m at the beginning of my 4th of 5 years as an undergraduate. Last year I only was able to take 15 credits of an into to programming sequence. This year and next year I am basically completing my entire B.S. in Computer Science. My school is small and only has two faculty members in their CS department which is more of an appendage to the engineering department. Still, like many students just starting in a new direction, I am hopeful that somehow I could overcome and gain the knowledge and experience needed in these two short years to escape the destiny of writing outdated business apps in visual basic for all eternity. When I look at the really cool research areas that major universities get to explore, I am inspired to search out a niche for myself.

Is this reasonably possible? What might I want to do to help get to the point where I am equal to a recent graduate from a top CS university undergraduate program?

Thank you.
EDIT: I do not know specifically whether to do a Masters or a PhD. I have looked at many programs that are good and not just Stanford. I am looking more for advice on how to make it into such a program rather than specific programs (which I have spent a lot of time researching).
EDIT 2: If I were looking at good schools that are lower on the list then what woul dbe some good examples? Everyone knows about Stanford, UCs, Ivies, CMU, MIT etc. but what else is there is someone wanted to “aim a little lower”?

New Niche Finder answers:

I assume you mean you want to apply to a masters program at Stanford. Did you read their website? Many top schools only offer PhD programs, not terminal masters degrees. And you’d be applying in the fall of your last year, so really you’d only have half your major completed at that point. And not much in the way of research experience at your small school. Have you talked to your professors about getting research experience in your field? If that’s not going to work with them, maybe try other professors in related disciplines who might be doing computational work (such as physics and math).

In short, if you do well and have a high GPA, you’ll have a chance at grad school somewhere. But Stanford is aiming extremely high. Coming from a small college with only half your courses completed and probably no research experience, you should be aiming lower. And that’s not a bad thing, really. There are plenty of quality grad programs at lower ranked schools.

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