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temping at MIT last week kind of sucked, in that it was boring and really frustrating because the whole thing was managed poorly and was just really inefficient? i got a lot of reading done and flirted with a cute boy for a while and got paid to do it, but it was generally pretty dumb and i was happy when it ended because my crankiness was starting to show.
and then this week i had an interview for a receptionist position at some big management firm. the interview went really well, the salary was what i was asking, the job sounded great, the hr rep called the temp agency lady to tell her how friendly i was and what a good fit i'd be with their company...except they hired someone else right after my interview. (the other person was on her second interview, the hr rep didn't do the hiring.) so...that's frustrating and discouraging. the lady from the temp agency said they would keep me in mind for other openings and that she would keep an eye out for other companies for me as well, but now the other person i was working with at PSG (the one who got me the temp work last week) isn't calling me back and the guy from the first agency (who sounded REALLY PROMISING and who i talked up to everyone because he treated me so well) isn't returning my emails. i'm going to call them both tomorrow and see what's going on.
(i probably wouldn't even be so upset about the whole thing except my car isn't selling and i'm going to have to take a huge hit on the price to get rid of it, if it'll even sell this close to christmas. we're also getting into the longest i've been unemployed since i was 13, and i'm having a hard time managing my own schedule. like, i manage to get up and apply for jobs every day, but that's about all i'm getting done. (unless we're counting mainlining the office as an accomplishment, which we should not do.) AND i'm going to need to buy tickets home for christmas soon, so it would be nice to have an idea of what's going on. ARGH.)
ON THE PLUS SIDE, sunday is the kevin devine show (my first concert in boston!) and monday night is rainbow rowell and david levithan at some bookstore and thursday is friendsgiving. my mom wanted to know if we're going to plymouth rock and eating with pilgrims, because weirdness is genetic.
and then this week i had an interview for a receptionist position at some big management firm. the interview went really well, the salary was what i was asking, the job sounded great, the hr rep called the temp agency lady to tell her how friendly i was and what a good fit i'd be with their company...except they hired someone else right after my interview. (the other person was on her second interview, the hr rep didn't do the hiring.) so...that's frustrating and discouraging. the lady from the temp agency said they would keep me in mind for other openings and that she would keep an eye out for other companies for me as well, but now the other person i was working with at PSG (the one who got me the temp work last week) isn't calling me back and the guy from the first agency (who sounded REALLY PROMISING and who i talked up to everyone because he treated me so well) isn't returning my emails. i'm going to call them both tomorrow and see what's going on.
(i probably wouldn't even be so upset about the whole thing except my car isn't selling and i'm going to have to take a huge hit on the price to get rid of it, if it'll even sell this close to christmas. we're also getting into the longest i've been unemployed since i was 13, and i'm having a hard time managing my own schedule. like, i manage to get up and apply for jobs every day, but that's about all i'm getting done. (unless we're counting mainlining the office as an accomplishment, which we should not do.) AND i'm going to need to buy tickets home for christmas soon, so it would be nice to have an idea of what's going on. ARGH.)
ON THE PLUS SIDE, sunday is the kevin devine show (my first concert in boston!) and monday night is rainbow rowell and david levithan at some bookstore and thursday is friendsgiving. my mom wanted to know if we're going to plymouth rock and eating with pilgrims, because weirdness is genetic.