I do apologize for my lack of blogging as of late, as I hate to admit, I have been putting in some serious hours at the hellish destination I call work. When I am not occupied figuring out how I can act like a toaster expert, I am spending the remainder of my time doing "summer things" and looking for a new job of course. Everyday that I am at work, and am approached by a customer, I ask myself if this is the one that will send me searching for some scrap paper to scribble down my notice of resignation.
Today I had a fairly successful information interview with a contact who works in the field that I am interested in bombarding with resumes, and ideally, a position for me, fitted with a more than ridiculous salary. My contact instructed me that he would be wearing jeans and a "tweed" jacket, which I could use as clues to identify him in the unfortunately circus-like coffee shop downtown. I arrived early, and found a seat facing right at the main doorway, glaring at each and every person that entered, trying to decide if what they were wearing counted as tweed, and soon enough I was distracted by how confused I was about what tweed actually was. I determined that it was something that looked like a hybrid between twine, and brown... the colour. "Is that what detectives wear?" Before I knew it, I was ignoring all incoming candidates who didn't resemble Sherlock Holmes. At one point, I had to move to a different table, because a small group of "young adults" aka. "yolts" sat next to me. I didn't want them to witness a blind-interview with a ridiculously desperate graduate. If they were anything like me, they would sit in silence, watching, and insert quiet gasps of disapproval and enjoyment. Thankfully, upon his arrival, he quickly picked me out of the crowd of business suits, and scenster jumpers and our meeting began. He insisted on buying me a drink, and I soon shuddered with frustration when I asked the "barista" for a Raspberry Happy Planet juice, as I assumed he quickly realized that only kids ordered juice.
Overall, it was positive experience, and if all else fails, I can simply survive via setting up three info interviews everyday... for the free food and drinks.
B
