Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

I met with a new career coach today. And I like her. A lot. Much more than "L".

"L" is history.

I know I gave the impression that "L" and I had a good meeting on Monday (after I called her out on the carpet for yawning during our meetings, of course), but I decided that it still wouldn't hurt to interview another person for the job just to cover my bases.

It was a good call.

Within five minutes of meeting "P", I knew I was going to terminate my relationship with "L".

In addition to being smart, personable, and having a sense of humor (the last two qualities were sorely lacking in "L"), she actually has a defined process to help clients meet their goals. This process isn't in her head, but is actually spelled out in an informal packet she gave to me for review and reflection. "L" didn't do that. In the words of my friend Gena, "L" made me feel like a "ferret on meth" in that she had me going in so many different directions at once without explaining the reason for doing so. I never felt like she had a plan for me, and for that reason I never had confidence in her ability to help me. Though we've only met once, "P" not only asked a lot of questions about my work, personal, and social histories, but she also demonstrated that she does have a plan. It's going to involve a lot of work on my part-- you wouldn't believe how much homework I have to do before our next meeting-- but I'm more than up for the challenge.

Especially since I'm privy to "the plan".