Jobs, jobs, everywhere (??)
I drove out to Monroe this morning for my interview at the dental laboratory business-to-business publication that called me back last week. Things were off to a good start when I was greeted by a young, charming and very attractive black lab (i.e., woof woof). We hit it off immediately. Unfortunately, I wasn't interviewing with the pup (whose collar tag said Zoe). Fortunately, I was interviewing with a couple of exceptionally pleasant women who seemed at least moderately interested in bringing me on board as an Assistant Editor.
I might have come across as a little keyed-up during the interview. I think I used variations of the verb "entice" a few too many times. ("I would be enticed to go to law school if I got a good LSAT score," "In my articles at the Blade, I tried to strike a balance between enticing readers with good writing and keeping the focus of the story on the people involved," "I would probably be enticed by a job in book publishing.") One of the women asked me on a few occasions if it was too hot in her office. (One of my nervous interview tics is wiping my brow even if I'm not actually sweating. In this case, I may have been sweating.) I also made the mistake of repeatedly (but jokingly) bringing up the fact that one of the women had been reading off the wrong resume when I first went in. (She thought I was a physics major from Cornell with a high GPA. Ha.)
In spite of all that, I felt quite confident afterwards, and I think I presented myself favorably but honestly.
They asked me to come in a week from Thursday for a second interview with a couple other editors.
I'd like to find out a little more about the specifics of the job before I make any committments, but from what I already know I'd say the outlook is quite promising (both in terms of the experience I'd gain and the degree to which I think I'd enjoy what I think I'd be doing).
Taking a job in Monroe means staying around New Haven for at least another year. I'm a little more OK with that than I'd like to be. I'm listening to "Move Along" as I write (for old times' sake) and I'm reminded that one of the only ways I'm going to develop as an individual is by...moving along. If I do get/take this gig, I'll move out of the house immediately and cut down mom and dad visits to, at most, one day per week. (Eesh. That doesn't sound like much of a change; it sounds kind of like college, but with more parental visits.)
Oh yeah. Then there's the interview at the literary agency, which has been scheduled for tomorrow. Manhattan + Job Interview is usually an equation that equals 40 bucks wasted on train and subway fare. Why should I think this one will be any different? But what if it is? That'll be a big change. It'll be goodbye cozy pathetic suburban nonexistence, hello literary professional cosmopolitian impoverished hyperexistence. Isn't there some step in between? Conversely, am I really someone who should be looking for a slow and steady road to self-actualization?
Gahh. What's my friggin' problem?
I might have come across as a little keyed-up during the interview. I think I used variations of the verb "entice" a few too many times. ("I would be enticed to go to law school if I got a good LSAT score," "In my articles at the Blade, I tried to strike a balance between enticing readers with good writing and keeping the focus of the story on the people involved," "I would probably be enticed by a job in book publishing.") One of the women asked me on a few occasions if it was too hot in her office. (One of my nervous interview tics is wiping my brow even if I'm not actually sweating. In this case, I may have been sweating.) I also made the mistake of repeatedly (but jokingly) bringing up the fact that one of the women had been reading off the wrong resume when I first went in. (She thought I was a physics major from Cornell with a high GPA. Ha.)
In spite of all that, I felt quite confident afterwards, and I think I presented myself favorably but honestly.
They asked me to come in a week from Thursday for a second interview with a couple other editors.
I'd like to find out a little more about the specifics of the job before I make any committments, but from what I already know I'd say the outlook is quite promising (both in terms of the experience I'd gain and the degree to which I think I'd enjoy what I think I'd be doing).
Taking a job in Monroe means staying around New Haven for at least another year. I'm a little more OK with that than I'd like to be. I'm listening to "Move Along" as I write (for old times' sake) and I'm reminded that one of the only ways I'm going to develop as an individual is by...moving along. If I do get/take this gig, I'll move out of the house immediately and cut down mom and dad visits to, at most, one day per week. (Eesh. That doesn't sound like much of a change; it sounds kind of like college, but with more parental visits.)
Oh yeah. Then there's the interview at the literary agency, which has been scheduled for tomorrow. Manhattan + Job Interview is usually an equation that equals 40 bucks wasted on train and subway fare. Why should I think this one will be any different? But what if it is? That'll be a big change. It'll be goodbye cozy pathetic suburban nonexistence, hello literary professional cosmopolitian impoverished hyperexistence. Isn't there some step in between? Conversely, am I really someone who should be looking for a slow and steady road to self-actualization?
Gahh. What's my friggin' problem?
posted by temporarily unemployed at 16:44
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