F* & W*
Out of the blue yesterday, I received an email saying that I'd been selected to interview for a job at "F&W."
I was caught completely off guard, and it took a bit of sleuthing to figure out what, exactly, F&W was. Turns out (as you've probably gathered from my spoiler of a title) that it stands for Food & Wine, which is a monthly magazine based in New York City. I submitted an application to an editorial assistant position at F* & W* late last week, according to my Gmail archives. But it was one of a flurry of electronic applications I sent out last week--the kind where all you're supposed to do is fill out their online form and upload your resume. I'd gotten so used to flinging such applications out into the abyss and never even hearing the thunk of them landing anywhere that the email from L* at F&W was doubly shocking. Someone had actually read my application, and they actually wanted to interview me. Weird.
I'll admit, I've been engaging a few getting-my-hopes-up type activities, like browsing apartment listings in New York and pricing TiVo subscriptions. My time would probably be better spent getting amped up about F* & W*. (Hardly a lyrical title, right?) The magazine seems to handle its subject matter in a sophisticated way. And apparently a large portion of the job's responsibilities are handling the logistics of in house wine tastings. But stil...I can't say I'm super jazzed. Am I insane? What the hell is wrong with me? At the first sign of a bite, it's like I suddenly want to let the line go slack.
[11/6: I've been gripped by paranoia that a certain pair of prying eyes might gain access to this site, so I've deleted a couple of sensitive paragraphs from this space]
The interview is on Thursday at 9:30 a.m. in Manhattan. Yipes.
I was caught completely off guard, and it took a bit of sleuthing to figure out what, exactly, F&W was. Turns out (as you've probably gathered from my spoiler of a title) that it stands for Food & Wine, which is a monthly magazine based in New York City. I submitted an application to an editorial assistant position at F* & W* late last week, according to my Gmail archives. But it was one of a flurry of electronic applications I sent out last week--the kind where all you're supposed to do is fill out their online form and upload your resume. I'd gotten so used to flinging such applications out into the abyss and never even hearing the thunk of them landing anywhere that the email from L* at F&W was doubly shocking. Someone had actually read my application, and they actually wanted to interview me. Weird.
I'll admit, I've been engaging a few getting-my-hopes-up type activities, like browsing apartment listings in New York and pricing TiVo subscriptions. My time would probably be better spent getting amped up about F* & W*. (Hardly a lyrical title, right?) The magazine seems to handle its subject matter in a sophisticated way. And apparently a large portion of the job's responsibilities are handling the logistics of in house wine tastings. But stil...I can't say I'm super jazzed. Am I insane? What the hell is wrong with me? At the first sign of a bite, it's like I suddenly want to let the line go slack.
[11/6: I've been gripped by paranoia that a certain pair of prying eyes might gain access to this site, so I've deleted a couple of sensitive paragraphs from this space]
The interview is on Thursday at 9:30 a.m. in Manhattan. Yipes.
posted by temporarily unemployed at 17:49
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