Confession time: I have NO idea how to interview. Do you? I possess just enough self awareness to know when an interview goes well, but I have no idea what my chances are when I leave the room. That being said, I had my first job job interview a few weeks ago, and I have to say I think it went really well. Not that I'd know what makes a job good, or right for me. Let's rewind.
Job 1: Cold Stone Creamery, senior year of high school.
Can I just say, I gained 20 pounds and the management was terrible?
Job 2: Lifeguard, every summer in college.
So saving people is cool, in theory. In actuality the people are completely rude and make The. Worst. Decisions. Ever. The upside was that I usually had great co-workers and I got a tan for the first time EVER. I've been addicted to a summer tan ever since.
Job 3: Book store employee, the past three years.
This was usually kind of crazy and pretty fun (define "kind of crazy" as seeing it take the police, EMT's, AND fire department to talk a guy onto a stretcher, and "pretty fun" as a Starbucks to my left, a love of books, and amazing co-workers), and it was my college store so I got a sick discount on the stuff that matters most... like hoodies and sweatpants. And my cap and gown were free. I miss the book store days.
Eventually I had to leave my comfy little bookstore and branch out into career-dom, via the glamorous world of substitute teaching. It was a decision I made entirely too soon, as I quickly discovered. The paperwork side of things took from January (when I applied) till late March. And the school year ends the end of May. Not the best financial decision I've ever made, but certainly not my worst. (That prize goes to an Ebay purchase circa 2002; an electric guitar that I was convinced would make me a rock star like Hillary Duff. Yeah... but anyway.) So I'm pleasantly, precariously, drifting into a grad school-filled summer, while awaiting news of my fall fate. Come quickly, June.
Job 1: Cold Stone Creamery, senior year of high school.
Can I just say, I gained 20 pounds and the management was terrible?
Job 2: Lifeguard, every summer in college.
So saving people is cool, in theory. In actuality the people are completely rude and make The. Worst. Decisions. Ever. The upside was that I usually had great co-workers and I got a tan for the first time EVER. I've been addicted to a summer tan ever since.
Job 3: Book store employee, the past three years.
This was usually kind of crazy and pretty fun (define "kind of crazy" as seeing it take the police, EMT's, AND fire department to talk a guy onto a stretcher, and "pretty fun" as a Starbucks to my left, a love of books, and amazing co-workers), and it was my college store so I got a sick discount on the stuff that matters most... like hoodies and sweatpants. And my cap and gown were free. I miss the book store days.
Eventually I had to leave my comfy little bookstore and branch out into career-dom, via the glamorous world of substitute teaching. It was a decision I made entirely too soon, as I quickly discovered. The paperwork side of things took from January (when I applied) till late March. And the school year ends the end of May. Not the best financial decision I've ever made, but certainly not my worst. (That prize goes to an Ebay purchase circa 2002; an electric guitar that I was convinced would make me a rock star like Hillary Duff. Yeah... but anyway.) So I'm pleasantly, precariously, drifting into a grad school-filled summer, while awaiting news of my fall fate. Come quickly, June.
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