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Yesterday I went down for an interview with the temp agency and I suppose it went ok. They said they would call me and let me know if they have any openings for me. So I could start temping soon.
I was actually an hour and a half early, due to planning on getting there early anyway and managing to catch a train at Tarrytown that left about 25 minutes early than I intended. It turned out that my interview place was right near a whole bunch of skyscrapers that I learned about in my skyscraper class last semester. Sadly I was all alone and I couldn't bore anyone with a long lecture about the architecture and zoning regulations of the time period when they were built.
I basically wandered around for a while and ate lunch in the underground concourse at Rockefeller Center. Then I went and chilled in this little park, which was down the block from where my interview was. Then I had the interview.
Oh, when I got home, my dad suggested I apply to work at one of the local banks. Not as just a part time or filler job until I get something else. Rather, as a REAL job in hopes that I get promoted and can have a career working at a bank. I asked him why I would want to do this and he told me that it was because that's "the kind of degree you have." I informed him that I he was apparently misinformed at some point during my four years in college. And he asked me what kind of degree I had, to which I had to explain that I had a B.A. in sociology, because he had either forgotten or just didn't know this information.
I have no interest having a career in banking. While I have no options at the moment, that is basically the opposite of what I want to do with my life.
Maybe someday I will stop talking about Job Search Fail 09. Hopefully before everyone decides to unfriend me out of sheer boredom.
I was actually an hour and a half early, due to planning on getting there early anyway and managing to catch a train at Tarrytown that left about 25 minutes early than I intended. It turned out that my interview place was right near a whole bunch of skyscrapers that I learned about in my skyscraper class last semester. Sadly I was all alone and I couldn't bore anyone with a long lecture about the architecture and zoning regulations of the time period when they were built.
I basically wandered around for a while and ate lunch in the underground concourse at Rockefeller Center. Then I went and chilled in this little park, which was down the block from where my interview was. Then I had the interview.
Oh, when I got home, my dad suggested I apply to work at one of the local banks. Not as just a part time or filler job until I get something else. Rather, as a REAL job in hopes that I get promoted and can have a career working at a bank. I asked him why I would want to do this and he told me that it was because that's "the kind of degree you have." I informed him that I he was apparently misinformed at some point during my four years in college. And he asked me what kind of degree I had, to which I had to explain that I had a B.A. in sociology, because he had either forgotten or just didn't know this information.
I have no interest having a career in banking. While I have no options at the moment, that is basically the opposite of what I want to do with my life.
Maybe someday I will stop talking about Job Search Fail 09. Hopefully before everyone decides to unfriend me out of sheer boredom.