Job Search - Interview #1

Just thought I’d let you know how the job search is going. Wow. It’s tough. I’ve applied to 5 different companies, heard from one, was contacted by one I didn’t apply to, and had one interview.

I have one more interview (the one that found me) tomorrow at noon. It’s not really what I’ve been looking for since it is in sales. However, at this point I just want to interview, and a lot of these marketing groups are really bad at getting back to you. This company sells insurance to baby boomers and seniors. Well, I guess we’ll see tomorrow.

The interview I had just last week was -nothing- like I expected. I prepared for it quite a bit the 2 days before and felt pretty confident walking into it.  I had my 30sec commercial down, resume in hand, and questions for the company ready. I did a ‘mock interview’ with a friend the night before, and we discussed tons of questions they might ask me.  Believe me, I was prepared.

Well, this is how it went down. I drove 2 hrs in order to arrive in the city at 9:30am.  My interview was scheduled for 9:45 and I was told that it would be shorter because she was ‘fitting me in’ before another interview. I anticipated 15-20mins.  When I arrived I watched as 20-25 girls dressed like me, carrying portfolio-like folders literally run out of the office. I knew it was an event based company so I guessed/hoped/prayed that they worked there and were just running to that day’s event.

After checking in, I waited in the front office until 9:55. Another girl named was sitting in the chair next to me and told me she was interviewing too.  The interviewer scurried out of her office and took the girl I was talking to just outside with another girl. They were given what looked like a map and a few sheets of paper and left to decide who would drive. I panicked a little! Is this gonna take longer than an hour?!

Finally, I was into see the interviewer.  She gave me the entire history and growth strategy of the company in one breath.  I believe I said “I studied abroad.” “my name is Grace.” and “I graduate in May.”  Yep. In that order too. Actually I don’t think I got out a whole sentence.  I have never met anyone who talks that fast!  After 3mins of her talking she asked if I was available this Monday (yesterday) for an interview from 9:30am to 6:30pm. What?! WTF? Why 9 hours?!?!?!

I ended up turning down the 2nd interview in the end. I felt after the first that the company viewed not just their job candidates but also their employees as disposable. The 2nd interview was supposed to be attending an event with 2-3 other girls vying for the same position and one staff member. You get to ask questions and they ask you questions and you ‘help out’ at the event. After that there’s a 3rd interview very similar and then the offer of an internship that covers Friday (afternoon) through Sunday (evening) every weekend until graduation.  30-40 girls are applying for this.  Prolly 5-6 will get internships. Of those interns they hire 2-3.

so not worth it.

I’m still reeling a bit from it.  I walked out 5mins after walking into her office and felt like I had just barely survived a major tornado.  WOW.  No words can express my relief to leave that place.  It was my first (non informational) interview, and unfortunately I’m guessing I’ll have a lot more odd ones like that.  oh fuck.

21st Birthday - part 2

So we went to a bar on the university’s campus for progressives. EVERYONE was there! The 2 girls of my house who could go that nite ended up hitting the bar with everyone before I got there because we had to check into a hotel since my bff was at the hospital. They must’ve warned everyone that bff was back in the ER. Just about everyone was several drinks in when I arrived. It was a lot of fun and all the guys went out of their way to try to cheer me up. I think bc I was so upset about bff I was really hard to get drunk. The shot of grey goose got me tho. Eventually we went to one other bar and then home for the nite. The guys walked us back to our hotel which was right across from where they were staying.

Stories of the nite:

On the way home I was looking at the stars while leaning on one of my supersweet guy friends. (yea, drunk) I was looking at the stars because I love stars. Unfortunately, I forgot I had taken out my contacts before drinking because I knew I’d forget to take them out at the end of the nite.

So here I am staring up and I see the *stars* are ZOOMING across the sky. There was NO PATTERN!!! they just kept GOING AND GOING in swirls and circles and OMG! I thought I was high or something at first!!! I was about to freak out and said something aloud. A few of the guys looked over and just stared at me for a moment like I had turned into a frog or something. “umm no. Grace, those are seagulls.” “What?! No! Seagulls DO NOT REFLECT LIGHT!” v. pregnant pause becoming amazingly awkward. “No really Grace, those are seagulls. *sigh* Just don’t look at them. ok?“

Even better. So my sister went back to the hotel before us and took her contacts out and went to bed. She forgot the contact case so put them in two cups in the bathroom, labeled them Left and Right and put a showercap over em. I woke up at 6am and had to pee like a racehorse. I didn’t want to bug anyone so I didn’t turn the light on. Brilliant. Then of course i was dead thirsty after 15shots the nite before. So i fumble around knowing they always put cups in the bathroom. I grab one. My first thought? ‘Wow. they really are helpful here. They already filled the cups with water? score!‘ I grab the cup and accidentally spill half of it all over the counter. So i refill the cup and go back to bed. About 15mins later it occurs to me that she had said something about putting her contacts in cups in the bathroom. I freaked!

i ran in there and switched on the light! I thought ‘I DRANK MY SISTER’S CONTACT!‘ I panicked! I look at the mess on the counter and there, sitting in a puddle is her contact. So i put more water in the cup and the contact back in it. Praying she wouldn’t notice, I went back to bed.

What a night.

21st Birthday - part 1

So seeing as I’m stuck in marketing when it is AMAZING outside, I figured I might as well do -something- fun. I can’t believe it is 76degrees out! It’s march!

I’ve been missing two of my friends terribly lately.  One is currently studying abroad in France for her International Business major. France sounds incredible despite the shitty people.   The other - my ex-roomie of londontown - is abroad again (so jealous!) but in the Netherlands this time.  Damn.  Their pictures are lovely. Everything looks like a postcard and makes me miss Europe desperately. I’ve been daydreaming lately of the markets and fresh food. You just can’t get enough of that around here it seems. Or at least, it’s not as easy to come by.

My 21st birthday was pretty stellar. It was not quite as wonderful as it would have been had half my housemates been there, but we made do. It was quite a night. I got a ridic new license that morning - i look 300 pounds with 8 chins.

My sister and I were supposed to meet up with my bff (and future roommate!) and 2 of my housemates for dinner Monday night at this really cool bar/restaurant that is crazy-spy-themed. We were going to crash at my best friend’s apt that nite.

Well, that didnt happen. She starting having a migraine mid-afternoon. At 7 after her classes ended she went into the emergency room again with a friend to get a CATscan. That turned up clear at 10pm so she got a spinal tap at midnight. It ended up that nothing showed and the problem was that she isnt taking care of herself. She was dehydrated and hadnt really eaten anything that day. It all just sucks because she hasn’t really accepted that she can’t take on the world since her brain aneurysm last summer.

So she was in the ER all nite. My sister and I sat around for a while waiting to hear from her on whether or not it was bad news. In the end we went out anyway because she didn’t want us at the hospital and I couldn’t just sit in the hotel room all night worrying.

class is over!

to be continued…  

There There

So after an hour of building sexy calluses on my fingers I figured I’d take a short break and check out what’s going on in the world* and you’ll never believe what I found. Check out Steph’s latest post. yeayea picture this picture that. we’ve all seen this level of gross/funny/disgusting before. It’s the comments that make the post! My personal favorite: “Nope, you’re definitely NOT pregnant.“

On another note, my computer is a grand ole** fuckit that wont let me do anything. The monitor keeps flashing into a ‘gorgeous’ shade of yellow and half my internet forgets to load. what? I have done nothing but baby you and take care of you and not let in viruses or shit. I take you to get cleaned and sorted once or twice a year, and this is how you repay me??? fuck that.

Well, at least I’m not my roomie. Her monitor sounds like a radio between stations with the amount of static sounding out of it. Oh and that piece of crap she calls a tower? sounds like an airplane is taking off every 20mins. Ever think ‘maybe if i get all the dust cleaned off the fan will stop working on overtime…’ ??

Well, since the weather sucks today being all dreary and wet and cold, I’m taking my little bit of free time to practice. Not that any of you are into Radiohead but if you are - listen to that opening for There There - this is pretty good tab*** of it:

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*the blogging world of course. as if this grand whole piece of shit matters anyway right? or at least, that’s the impression I’m getting from my retarded fellow conservatives. fuckers. you’re making the rest of us look bad.
**3yrs! that’s it!!! piece of shit!
***the spacing got a little screwed in the transfer but should be pretty good

Midterms

Tomorrow is killing me. Already. fuck that. I have French, Business Capstone, and Corporate Finance midterms ALL TOMORROW. okay so technically today since it’s 1am. Seriously? Seriously. not cool.

And on top of that, major confusion on the guyfront. I’ve been actually kinda lonely most of the weekend when I’m by myself bc Patriots was too busy to talk. I missed talking. But now I’m really confused. IndieGuy started talking to me today and it was ridic per usual. Pretty sophomoric humor. I cant help but wonder if the only reasons I’m confused about Patriots and thinking that I might perhaps be interested in him is due to my need for attention. The reason I’m on about this is bc I was sitting at my favourite coffee hotspot and wishing I could txt him just to have someone to talk to like usual. Normal right? except txting would be out of the ordinary for us. V.much so. I’m sitting there thinking about how fun it would be to carry on a txting convo while he’s wherever - class and whatnot. That’s when it occurs to me that the type of conversation I was wanting is nothing along the lines of ones we had. In fact, it’s the type I would have with IndieBoy. The type I used to have with IndieBoy.

Am I merely trying to subconsciously fit Patriots into the mould of the guy I miss?

After talking to both of them tonight, I was left wanting. I had nothing much to say to Patriots. It’s as if my never ending random thoughts suddenly dried up. Whereas IndieGuy and I were having a great laugh over memories of last summer, frenching, working, hairy smelly bear sex, etc. Disgusting? yes. Fun? fuckingamazing. Il faut je le vois. Je l’aime. fuck.

Maybe one drunken makeout would cure me. great. Have to wait how many months until we MIGHT be in the same place at the same time? 3? And this is when? Sometime between him getting home and me moving away? notfuckingfun.

UPDATE:  So after one hellish week of almost no talking to Patriots I figured the game was up and I lost. Still unsure of what I thought I lost. I was actually a bit pissed at his sudden lack of interest. (yeayea. attentionwhore here.) Then he ends the week with this:
Patriots: You rock…you got me through this whole week of hell!!!! Thank you and have a great day….we will talk later!

…uhhh okay… my not talking to you really helped that much? cool…

UPDATE (again): so… news… Patriots is back together with his ex. And I feel… nothing. A bit bored but I think thats because I’ve been sitting alone in the house for too long.  Well, at least we know I didn’t like him.

hella yea!

On again with the Patriots

Okay, so we don’t support the same football team. In fact, we like different ‘footballs’ altogether. We see each other in passing maybe once a month and almost never hangout. He doesn’t know much about music… at all.

He’s perfect. Perfect like Teddy and Bribon and MrOpportunity were. Smart. Funny. He knows how to make me laugh. An accounting major who is already working and has a full time accounting position already lined up for after graduation. For pete’s sake he fucking volunteers as a big for Big Brothers Big Sisters!!! He’s a year older and definitely a bit more mature than my guy friends. He always helps out when I’m freaking about a project or professor.  He’s cute and in shape.  Is always off playing basketball w/ people. Has a ton of friends and is incredibly sweet to everyone. Has had several girlfriends so isn’t a frickin’ dumbass when it comes to girls. In fact, I get the impression he makes a great boyfriend.

I know for a fact that I get dressed up (makeup+shower+anything but sweats) for class everyday for 2guys. One has a girlfriend but I liked last year and am still secretly hopeing they break up because he is just an amazing guy. The other is Patriots.  For no reason other than I relish the attention. And this is despite the fact that I’ve only seen him on campus ONCE this semester.

What the freakin fuck is wrong with me?!?

After much pressure* from the roomies I’ve agreed to say yes if he asks me on a date. However, this was after I initially did that who conversation w/ him of “this isnt a tonite type talk.” Since then he’s been out with friends and studying for midterms such that I’ve barely spoken to him. Weirdly enough, I was sad today. I hadn’t talked to him in just a few days, and I missed our talks.

So now I’m sitting about whingeing to no one because if I told any of the girls they’d freak out that I like him. And to be honest, I don’t know if I do. He’s too frickin perfect! Where the hell is the bomb?!?!

*I succumb to peer pressure toofuckingeasily

The Lust List

Shopping! Yea, I know, not quite as exciting as you were hoping. I was just thinking about my bad shopping habits. It’s kinda sad I think when your priorities are sooo off that you’ll rethink buying a $20 necklace but dropping $200 on a handbag is no big deal. oops.

So currently I’m lusting for…

• Black Trench
• Blackberry - no f’ing clue why. have never wanted one ever til i saw a guy playing with it in class then i just HAD to have it.
• Black dressup/dressdown flats

…noticing a trend in black? must be all this shitty winter weather…

• Massage - classes and job hunting are shit stressful
• Diamond Studs - decent size please!
• Manchester United jersey - Rooney
• Oh and of course, an engagement ring just like this one from Tiffany’s (so the fuck what if i dont have a bf)

WTF

So it’s 2am, I’m waiting for the girls to call for rides home from the bars. PatriotsGuy starts talking to me online, per usual. We’re friends. Good friends? Maybe. We only talk online because, well, I never see him in person. which is all whatever. I don’t care that much. He’s a lot of fun to talk to online and in person. Anyway, I guess one could say I flirt with him online but really how do you flirt online?!

I just make fun of people. a lot.* And for some reason that makes guys like me. Figure that one out. Anyway so we’re talking about our nights. He went to the hockey game, and I went to a pure romance party (yea, the girls night/sex party). It was a pretty stellarly normal conversation. He begins by joking that we’ve been friends for 2yrs and no one really ever puts up with him for that long. We joked about that before. Then says that I have to keep talking to him bc otherwise I would “ruin our great thing we have” Our great thing?? OUR THING? ok. Breathe. I had a few drinks. Maybe I was reading too much into his language. Just because guys have been dumbasses and f-ing chickens and asked me to “be something” with them over instant messenger before doesnt mean I need to be paranoid forever. And then he just kinda pulls this outa nowhere!

Patriots: ok
Patriots: so what do i mean to you….ha…i am putting out the hard questions now
Me: hard questions? now? so not cool
Patriots: lol
Me: idk what?
Patriots: idk either
Patriots: i did take a shower and i am clean though
Me: ooo good fo r u?
Me: well i think it’ss bed time for everyone
Me: gnite!
Patriots: damn you
Me: y?
Patriots: always leaving when it gets serious…lol
Me: i dint know yur being serious
Me: sry
Me: but i dont think thats a tongiht thing
Patriots: lol i know…you have a good night, i am glad i got to talk to you though
Me: nite!
Patriots: makes me sleep better
Patriots: night

FUCKING HELL!!! What the freaking fuck?!? This was never a “let me get to know you and then we’ll date” NO this was a ‘eh you just dont do it for me, but you rock as a friend’ I must send the most mixed up fucking signals. You know, reading over this again, I feel deja vu…. hmmm let me search my archives. It might just be the alcohol but… I feel like I’ve heard this all before.

Well, here’s from this summer:
MrOpportunity: i just wanted to tell you something
MrOpportunity: is all
Me: you cant tell me over the phone?
MrOpportunity: well, i had a lovely time at dinner, but i messed something up
Me: ???
MrOpportunity: i just wanted to tell you that i love you way too much for a casual relationship, it’s becoming more of a feeling instead of a conclusion, i know you said you run a lot, but i just wanted to ask if you’d consider it, there’s just something about you i can’t get past
MrOpportunity: sorry for that….

WOW. I feel like they’re missing something here. idk what it is… maybe my perfume is justfuckingamazing (Cinema by YSL if you’re curious) but seriously people! Get a backbone. Call me. Talk to me in person. and really now, when I’ve been sending “I’m just not that into you” vibes for 2yrs… I hate persistent boys. for good fucking reason.

*And to be honest, it’s not a haha-ur-so-funny! way… i’m sarcastic, caustic, and downright cruel (oops)

Happy Feet - Walk It Out

I’m a bit down right now - totally stressing about the amount of work and studying I’ve going on. I’ve a HUGE marketing exam tomorrow which I absolutely need to rock. My roomie’s bf arrived (a day early) and my friend w/ boy troubles has gotten really, well, murphy’s law. Being perfectly honest, I love being there for my friends but after a while I really tire of listening and listening and listening and feeling like no one ever sits down to listen to me. Plus I just gave blood. Feeling completely unappreciated right now. What crap. Well, I’m off to de-stress by studying (what?!). Here are a few things keeping my spirits up that you might appreciate:

Lily Allen - Alright, Still
Beatles - Abbey Road
Radiohead - everything! especially “Yes I Am” (acoustic)
Beck - Odelay & Guero (check out “Girl”)
http://www.last.fm/

O sweet hell! It’s freezing rain and thunder and lightening. lightening? off the internet! Have a good one!