Weird Scenes on the Metro
It took approximately 1 hour and 45 minutes to get to what turned out to be a five minute interview. Every interview in the area aside from one has taken place somewhere in Northern Virginia, where the bus system is at times severely limited and the region itself clearly geared for those with automobiles. It's possible to get back and forth, but it usually involves a good bit of walking, crossing traffic-snarled roads, and needing to watch out for one's well-being. But I did get out there this time without needing to take a taxi, though had I arrived five minutes later I would have had to, since the bus I took out to the interview arrived more or less on time, but we got caught in traffic due to road work, and I know the next bus would have been at least fifteen minutes late as a result.
Otherwise, applying for internship positions that are below my skill set and experience, yet about the only jobs I can possibly get are a mixed bag. I always interview well, but in deeply impressing my interviewer, I may have led him to believe I am far too overqualified for a position usually granted to people five to six years younger than I am. This one would actually PAY something and by something I mean ten dollars an hour, which is still low enough that I could keep disability
The aforementioned weird scenes on the Metro were
1. A French couple who had been arguing well before I arrived on the platform to catch the rail back home. They continued fighting in rapid fire French for the next ten minutes until the trail arrived, then isolated themselves at the end of the car and continued arguing in slightly lower timbre until it came time for their stop. I saw them briefly cease bitching at each other longer enough to depart the train and then, as I gazed out the window after them, launched back into fighting the instant their feet hit the floor of the terminal. The man kept making theatrical gestures with his broad brimmed hat, taking it off and nearly hurling it to the ground before placing it back on his head, only to make the same gesture a few seconds later. The reason for all the fuss I never quite understood.
2 Standing up in a crowded train at the tail end of morning rush hour, I saw a middle aged couple acting heavily romantic towards each other, clearly very much smitten. The woman stood to the side of me and I felt that warm kind of magnetic pull that signifies arousal, the sort you feel when you get close to your lover, the instance before you lean in for a kiss. It made me wonder if the force field draw of the the thing is that palpable for everyone or if I'm just unnaturally sensitive to such matters.
3. A redheaded girl from London who ran after a 30 line bus with me. We had just emerged from somewhere on the side of Wisconsin Avenue and were desperately trying to reach the stop before the bus pulled away. She was soft-spoken, well-dressed, and cute. I made highly awkward conversation with her about the few things I know about her city of origin and she mentioned she knew something about mine, though she acted a bit ashamed to invoke the Civil Rights infamy of Birmingham. I got a bit up on my soap box about how Birmingham gets stereotyped as the center of national racism and no one bothers to get to know the good things and she listened patiently to me before smiling and saying she had to be on her way. I appreciate her giving me room to rant a bit and maybe in another life we'll be friends.
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I had another internship interview after I got back to the apartment, although this one was over the phone. It was, at most, ten minutes and I was promised to be contacted to set up an in person interview by the end of the week. This one, at least, will be in the District, and not nearly as long of a commute. These Northern Virginia hikes are really getting old.
Otherwise, applying for internship positions that are below my skill set and experience, yet about the only jobs I can possibly get are a mixed bag. I always interview well, but in deeply impressing my interviewer, I may have led him to believe I am far too overqualified for a position usually granted to people five to six years younger than I am. This one would actually PAY something and by something I mean ten dollars an hour, which is still low enough that I could keep disability
The aforementioned weird scenes on the Metro were
1. A French couple who had been arguing well before I arrived on the platform to catch the rail back home. They continued fighting in rapid fire French for the next ten minutes until the trail arrived, then isolated themselves at the end of the car and continued arguing in slightly lower timbre until it came time for their stop. I saw them briefly cease bitching at each other longer enough to depart the train and then, as I gazed out the window after them, launched back into fighting the instant their feet hit the floor of the terminal. The man kept making theatrical gestures with his broad brimmed hat, taking it off and nearly hurling it to the ground before placing it back on his head, only to make the same gesture a few seconds later. The reason for all the fuss I never quite understood.
2 Standing up in a crowded train at the tail end of morning rush hour, I saw a middle aged couple acting heavily romantic towards each other, clearly very much smitten. The woman stood to the side of me and I felt that warm kind of magnetic pull that signifies arousal, the sort you feel when you get close to your lover, the instance before you lean in for a kiss. It made me wonder if the force field draw of the the thing is that palpable for everyone or if I'm just unnaturally sensitive to such matters.
3. A redheaded girl from London who ran after a 30 line bus with me. We had just emerged from somewhere on the side of Wisconsin Avenue and were desperately trying to reach the stop before the bus pulled away. She was soft-spoken, well-dressed, and cute. I made highly awkward conversation with her about the few things I know about her city of origin and she mentioned she knew something about mine, though she acted a bit ashamed to invoke the Civil Rights infamy of Birmingham. I got a bit up on my soap box about how Birmingham gets stereotyped as the center of national racism and no one bothers to get to know the good things and she listened patiently to me before smiling and saying she had to be on her way. I appreciate her giving me room to rant a bit and maybe in another life we'll be friends.
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I had another internship interview after I got back to the apartment, although this one was over the phone. It was, at most, ten minutes and I was promised to be contacted to set up an in person interview by the end of the week. This one, at least, will be in the District, and not nearly as long of a commute. These Northern Virginia hikes are really getting old.