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While I was at Jaguar Press the past six days, I decided to utilize my lunch break by going on different job sites and taking stock of the new positions that cropped up. (I will go into my confusion at the high unemployment rate despite the apparent existence of all these jobs at a later date.) I looked at the AIGA Philly site a lot-- their job section doesn't require you to be an AIGA member to see details, plus I figured at this point Philly was a good place for me to look (i.e. it was the only place I'd had any luck so far.) But I also checked the nationwide AIGA job board, as well as the New York City and Washington D.C. area ones. At the bottom of the "Recently listed jobs" section for the Washington D.C. site was a graphic designer opening in Ellicott City, Maryland. (Which, I've learned, is actually closer to Baltimore than D.C.) The reason I clicked on it originally was that Marissa has mentioned Ellicott City to me in passing, saying they have good shopping and whatnot, and so I surmised that Ellicott City wasn't far from where she's living, which means that if by some stroke of luck I did hear back from this firm, I could live with Marissa and work there.
So I applied. This was two days ago. The AIGA D.C. site makes you log in before you see the rest of the job, so I had very little information to go on. But I found their website, liked their work a whole lot, and decided to send an email expressing my interest, along with my resume and portfolio. Like the vast majority of jobs I've applied to, I expected not to hear back.
Yesterday was my last day at Jaguar Press. It was a strange feeling-- although the tasks are mundane, it does give me something to do, and the thought of not having anything to do all over again made me feel restless. I was at home applying to the heap of jobs I'd collected over the past few days at Jaguar when I got a very concise email from the President of the firm in Maryland, asking if I could get down there tomorrow (i.e. today) for an interview around 5 p.m. She said she was about to hire someone and then saw my work, and she would like to meet with me and see my portfolio in person.
My heart nearly pounded through my chest. I immediately called my sister, who is of course awesome and volunteered to pick me up from the train station, drop me off at their office, and take me to dinner after my interview. It all happened so quickly. One minute I was sitting on the couch writing my umpteenth cover letter, the next minute I was making train reservations with Mom.
I have a good feeling about this. (Also a nervous-as-hell feeling, but that's normal.) At the other place I interviewed, I felt like I would have been a good fit, but I have become increasingly discouraged by their lack of communication over these past weeks. But this new place seems to be much more interested-- the knowledge that the President of the group is holding off making a hiring decision until she meets with me makes me think that I could really have a shot. And they are the kind of firm I'd like to work for: they are committed to socially responsible and ecologically sustainable design, and they do a lot of work for non-profits and local organizations. (What sold me was their annual report for the Domestic Violence Center in Columbia, Maryland.) I am surprised by the speed of all this, but excited at the opportunity. I feel like at this place, I could feel like I'm really doing some good.
Oh, and also terrified. But the good kind of terrified! Wish me luck!
P.S. I know my current music is ridiculous. My self-awareness doesn't doesn't do anything to lessen the ridiculousness, either. I'm okay with that.
So I applied. This was two days ago. The AIGA D.C. site makes you log in before you see the rest of the job, so I had very little information to go on. But I found their website, liked their work a whole lot, and decided to send an email expressing my interest, along with my resume and portfolio. Like the vast majority of jobs I've applied to, I expected not to hear back.
Yesterday was my last day at Jaguar Press. It was a strange feeling-- although the tasks are mundane, it does give me something to do, and the thought of not having anything to do all over again made me feel restless. I was at home applying to the heap of jobs I'd collected over the past few days at Jaguar when I got a very concise email from the President of the firm in Maryland, asking if I could get down there tomorrow (i.e. today) for an interview around 5 p.m. She said she was about to hire someone and then saw my work, and she would like to meet with me and see my portfolio in person.
My heart nearly pounded through my chest. I immediately called my sister, who is of course awesome and volunteered to pick me up from the train station, drop me off at their office, and take me to dinner after my interview. It all happened so quickly. One minute I was sitting on the couch writing my umpteenth cover letter, the next minute I was making train reservations with Mom.
I have a good feeling about this. (Also a nervous-as-hell feeling, but that's normal.) At the other place I interviewed, I felt like I would have been a good fit, but I have become increasingly discouraged by their lack of communication over these past weeks. But this new place seems to be much more interested-- the knowledge that the President of the group is holding off making a hiring decision until she meets with me makes me think that I could really have a shot. And they are the kind of firm I'd like to work for: they are committed to socially responsible and ecologically sustainable design, and they do a lot of work for non-profits and local organizations. (What sold me was their annual report for the Domestic Violence Center in Columbia, Maryland.) I am surprised by the speed of all this, but excited at the opportunity. I feel like at this place, I could feel like I'm really doing some good.
Oh, and also terrified. But the good kind of terrified! Wish me luck!
P.S. I know my current music is ridiculous. My self-awareness doesn't doesn't do anything to lessen the ridiculousness, either. I'm okay with that.