Interview tomorrow for real job. Orientation for side job today. Just figured out what I would be getting paid for the side job and died a little inside. Which makes this interview all the more important.
It's kind of special to me, this office. I have a good feeling about it. Just excitement. Not dread like some of the other ones.
I'm still waiting around to hear back from the last two interviews and getting ready for my new job to start. I fear that I am so used to doing absolutely nothing that being thrust into working life will drive me bananas. I have really come close to perfecting the l'arte di non fare niente. I can be very good at doing nothing. Very good indeed.
Still, as Kahlil Gibran would say:
"You work that you may keep pace with the earth and the soul of the earth.
For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons,
and to step out of life's procession, that marches in majesty and proud submission towards the infinite."
Well said, Gibran. Well said.
Still, as Kahlil Gibran would say:
"You work that you may keep pace with the earth and the soul of the earth.
For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons,
and to step out of life's procession, that marches in majesty and proud submission towards the infinite."
Well said, Gibran. Well said.
Update
Two things:
1) I perfected the bread. It's incredible! I had to knead the dough for a million years because the consistency was so gooey but I came out wonderfully. Light brown, crusty outside, soft inside and bottom, with just the right amount of salt for flavor. Thank you, Julia Child.
2) I had another interview today. I have mixed feelings about this one. She took a long time talking and I spent a good time nodding but I'm not sure how she read me and I couldn't read her. My hair was springy, perhaps overly so, and then I noticed when I got home that my skirt was all bunched up in the back. Gahh. The only way I could've fixed it, though, was if I reached all the way up my skirt and brough the slip-part down and I was not about to do that on Comm. Ave. I also forgot to ask for the full name/title of the person I interviewed with because I was intent on acting like we were good friends from way back. So I called the office and they didn't sound thrilled to help me with this piece of information. Oops.
You win some, you lose some.
I mean, I think she liked me. I didn't sound like a complete idiot...
1) I perfected the bread. It's incredible! I had to knead the dough for a million years because the consistency was so gooey but I came out wonderfully. Light brown, crusty outside, soft inside and bottom, with just the right amount of salt for flavor. Thank you, Julia Child.
2) I had another interview today. I have mixed feelings about this one. She took a long time talking and I spent a good time nodding but I'm not sure how she read me and I couldn't read her. My hair was springy, perhaps overly so, and then I noticed when I got home that my skirt was all bunched up in the back. Gahh. The only way I could've fixed it, though, was if I reached all the way up my skirt and brough the slip-part down and I was not about to do that on Comm. Ave. I also forgot to ask for the full name/title of the person I interviewed with because I was intent on acting like we were good friends from way back. So I called the office and they didn't sound thrilled to help me with this piece of information. Oops.
You win some, you lose some.
I mean, I think she liked me. I didn't sound like a complete idiot...
Waiting for my work life to spruce itself up can be boring. In fact, mind-suckingly, every-day-seems-the-same-when-will-this-end boring.
So I have invested my time in the art of baking bread. Usually my hobbies are pursued fiercely before they die, probably never to be revisted again. Yet, I feel the bread-making may stick. It makes me so proud because I've always wanted to make a decent loaf of bread and never could (thank you food thermometer). So far I've made a loaf of French bread and some super crunchy ciabatta. I'm going to try to perfect the French bread before I move on to challah and whole wheat.
I'll take some tips from Julia Child next time. I find her comforting.
So I have invested my time in the art of baking bread. Usually my hobbies are pursued fiercely before they die, probably never to be revisted again. Yet, I feel the bread-making may stick. It makes me so proud because I've always wanted to make a decent loaf of bread and never could (thank you food thermometer). So far I've made a loaf of French bread and some super crunchy ciabatta. I'm going to try to perfect the French bread before I move on to challah and whole wheat.
I'll take some tips from Julia Child next time. I find her comforting.
Post-Interview Review
Well.
That interview was interesting.
I had this small notion in my mind that she would love me and give the job on the spot, or at least get me a working interview on the spot. And then I was wrong.
Yet again, I am shoved aside for the "more experienced" candidate. How in the world am I supposed to gain experience if I don't start somewhere? I really fought for this one, I did. But not having a gajillion years of working history is beyond my control. I'm hoping they understand this and call me back. I will be waiting patiently by my phone. My dad says I can't give up, I just have to keep trying. And I won't give up. Hopefully a very kind dentist will give me a shot. That's all I want right now. Just a chance.
But she really did like me, so at least I have that.
That interview was interesting.
I had this small notion in my mind that she would love me and give the job on the spot, or at least get me a working interview on the spot. And then I was wrong.
Yet again, I am shoved aside for the "more experienced" candidate. How in the world am I supposed to gain experience if I don't start somewhere? I really fought for this one, I did. But not having a gajillion years of working history is beyond my control. I'm hoping they understand this and call me back. I will be waiting patiently by my phone. My dad says I can't give up, I just have to keep trying. And I won't give up. Hopefully a very kind dentist will give me a shot. That's all I want right now. Just a chance.
But she really did like me, so at least I have that.
Wooot! I got a job! It doesn't start up for a while but I'm so pumped. It's not my dream job and it's not exactly in the field that I want to pursue, seeing as I didn't go to college to major in waitressing... however, it guarantees some source of income if my next interview falls through. Which it won't because I will be prepared. *GAME FACE*
Wouldn't it be great though if I could work there part time and then work here part time?? That way I won't burn out early. I'm hoping I can make it work. Eeek!
In the meantime I have to figure out what to do with the massive crow's nest on top of my head posing as hair.
Wouldn't it be great though if I could work there part time and then work here part time?? That way I won't burn out early. I'm hoping I can make it work. Eeek!
In the meantime I have to figure out what to do with the massive crow's nest on top of my head posing as hair.
So Excited!
Things are looking up already! I have two interviews set up this week and if all goes well, I should be in a very nice spot. Time to de-lint my jackets and look alive!
Hello world. I finally gave into blogging. I figured it may be healthier than keeping scattered personal journals. A little outside input never hurt. In fact, it can be great. Also, this is the middle of the beginning of my real adult life (pause for applause). This will serve as documentation of my journey towards regular income. It's kind of like "Sleepless in Seattle," only it's "Jobless in Massachusetts." And instead of pining away for Tom Hanks or whatever, I'm pining away for a fat wallet. So as my savings dwindle away, I will account the exciting play-by-play action and hopefully by the end of this chapter in my life I will have found my dream job. Fingers crossed.