I was just online clicking through a bunch of the hype about the New Moon movie. I went to high school with a guy who plays an integral role (as in THE most major role) in the making of the Twilight series of movies. His Facebook page is fascinating! I just left a congratulatory note on his wall. What an amazing time he must be having right now!
Yesterday’s career day was okay. I mean, it was nothing I hadn’t heard before…but it’s always good to hear it again. I worked with some HR people and told them some of the various nightmares I’ve been going through while interviewing.
I think I wrote about the big company taking my project and saying thanks but no thanks, right? But did I write about the creepy guy who asked if I was a Christian and told me that if I wasn’t I wouldn’t fit in?! Yeah, it was fun to kind of shock the HR folk. These things happen in my industry. People are very, very strange.
I am now a part of an executive committee that meets every week for 10 weeks. We will go through the process in-depth and I guess compare notes and…well, I don’t really know what else. I’ll let you know.
But I will say that of all the people at this conference, I was probably the most involved in my job search. I mean, from what it sounded like, many of these guys have not been out interviewing much (which I thought was strange, seeing as this was a group of highly-paid executives). I don’t know. The leader of this group says that the Workforce Commission has done studies on the groups of people who are unemployed, and MY category/caliber seems to be having the hardest time getting back into the workforce. I know our jobs are fewer and farther between, and I understand that the salaries are high, but I guess I just thought that people who make this kind of bank are go-getters. Most of these folks were not so much. Guess that’s the whole point, eh? Get off your ass and get out there?!
Funny, today I have interview #2 with Company #2334927. I have a feeling they are going to offer me the job. Not excited because it is less than half the salary I was making before, but…hell, it’s a pretty good job that will help my resume. I can certainly use it to keep my fashion chops, and…who knows. I’ll let you know how it goes.
After the full day of meetings yesterday, it was off to the gym. My friend saw me and immediately told me that she wasn’t feeling up to going out last night and I was relieved.
Came home. Phone calls with (1) mom and dad, (2) Paul, an old boss who MIGHT have some job leads for me, (3) Chance, who was really kind of cute and a little shy for a playa–didn’t ask me to come over, and (4) K., who just bugs at this point.
Woke this morning to an IM from tonight’s date. Seems I fell asleep with my laptop still going, so he thought that I was blowing him off. I don’t know. He just left a witty note in response to my apologetic one. I need to make sure that I don’t let him think I’m a pushover. Nobody likes a wuss.
But I’m looking forward to meeting him. He’s a restaurateur, and so I asked him to suggest a place to go. He did not disappoint. He’s taking me to a new place close to where we both live. Said he even tried it out last night–did a wine tasting there. I’m really, really curious about this guy. I hope he’s as clever and sharp in person as he is in his emails and on IM.
Okay, must get some stuff done and then figure out what I’m going to wear to my interview and then date! I’m going straight from the interview to the date, so….must wear something kinda businesslike but H.O.T. (but not tooooo sexy).
Time to play…!
A display of “Witty” people painted by kids in an after school program.
* EDIT: Well, fuck. Another rejection letter. I guess it’s for the best. I didn’t want to move to [freezing cold city in the far, far North] anyway, now did I? I mean, I could move anywhere, but that was certainly asking a lot–moving for a job that’s not even close to being a fashion capital and so far away from my parents and friends here. But still. I have to say that I was perfect for this position, too. I must be saying something WRONG! I don’t want to get discouraged, but shit. Just shit. There’s a reason this is happening. I suppose I will consider taking the job here. IF it gets offered. Need to make sure I do my best at this interview this afternoon. I can’t believe I’m actually CRYING about this??! What is wrong with me? It really does feel like something is pointing me in a certain direction. Life sure is a mystery, isn’t it?
** MORE: AND I have a ZIT on my cheek that’s the size of a small grapefruit. What the fresh…? WHYYYYYYY? Something good better come of this day or I think I will have to drink that Bitch wine before it’s all over.
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