on old friends being the best and the true geek in all of us
Tux and his mom are out in full force today pudgily smiling proudly at me. I'm full of this giddy sensation that's just tingling all over. The past few days I've been back from LA have been both surreal and dreamlike. I feel like I've watching the past couple days pass from the outside. It's one of those weird times I think we all experience at one time or another when things are passing so fast that all you can do is watch. Emotions are heightened and stress reaches the breaking point of almost a drunk buzzed feeling. Wow, I'm really not describing this v. well.
Long story short: I am one interview away from what seems like it could very well be my dream job.
If I'm not acting in some manner, this job would be it. The job description fits me and my interests almost too perfectly. The atmosphere is exactly what college students dream about when they imagine the ideal work environment. There is so much potential to grow professionally. And it taps into my secret nerdy side that has been fascinated with computers, software, and the glories of the internet since last spring... The people working there are my age -- young and ambitious. They are each brilliant in their own way and have fascinating backgrounds. Each person I bumped into during my 3 hour interview yesterday was from a different walk of life. They openly talked about loving their work. Their job had sent each of them various, even exotic places. They reveled in what it was that made me different.
I was their last interview of the day. They all left to play whirlyball as a company after (yes, I'm serious). And first thing this morning, I got an email that said the sooner I could come back to meet the big guy in charge for a final interview, the better. I'm meeting with him this coming Monday.
This whole time I didn't want to trump it. I didn't want to even mention it or get too excited. But their quick, vested interest in me is greater than I expected.
Google might want me. . . Google.
*shakes head in disbelief*
p.s. A special thanks to Jeff and Spencer for meeting me for dinner and drinks after. You two proved that old friends are indeed the best. Thank you both. Hopefully we might be seeing more of each other soon.
Long story short: I am one interview away from what seems like it could very well be my dream job.
If I'm not acting in some manner, this job would be it. The job description fits me and my interests almost too perfectly. The atmosphere is exactly what college students dream about when they imagine the ideal work environment. There is so much potential to grow professionally. And it taps into my secret nerdy side that has been fascinated with computers, software, and the glories of the internet since last spring... The people working there are my age -- young and ambitious. They are each brilliant in their own way and have fascinating backgrounds. Each person I bumped into during my 3 hour interview yesterday was from a different walk of life. They openly talked about loving their work. Their job had sent each of them various, even exotic places. They reveled in what it was that made me different.
I was their last interview of the day. They all left to play whirlyball as a company after (yes, I'm serious). And first thing this morning, I got an email that said the sooner I could come back to meet the big guy in charge for a final interview, the better. I'm meeting with him this coming Monday.
This whole time I didn't want to trump it. I didn't want to even mention it or get too excited. But their quick, vested interest in me is greater than I expected.
Google might want me. . . Google.
*shakes head in disbelief*
p.s. A special thanks to Jeff and Spencer for meeting me for dinner and drinks after. You two proved that old friends are indeed the best. Thank you both. Hopefully we might be seeing more of each other soon.