wacky times
So I've got an interview on Friday. I applied for like 25 jobs and the call back I got was for one of the jobs I am least qualified for: Electronic Publishing Production Coordinator at Morgan Stanley (its an office located in Westchester, in Purchase). I am supposed to have a "general understanding of Finance and Capital Markets" (!). I talked to the OCC lady and she recommended I read the buisness section of the New York Times. I guess I got a callback so my resume must have seemed somewhat relevant. Anyway, it should be an interesting experience. And it'll be the first time I've been interviewed by a man. Maybe we will fall in love and run away to live in a row boat far away from Purchase, somewhere exotic, like Hackensack (no large bodies of water in Hackensack? We'll make due with what we can get).
I have two conference papers I have yet to write (and a class paper) and a part time job I have no time to go to, and I need to find/look for roommates and an apartment to move into by the 19th of May. Whoo! I'm looking at a place in Brooklyn this Friday and I've got some people I've been corresponding with who might work out roommate/apt wise. Its a busy time and it makes me extra grumpy and yet oddly delirious.
I have two conference papers I have yet to write (and a class paper) and a part time job I have no time to go to, and I need to find/look for roommates and an apartment to move into by the 19th of May. Whoo! I'm looking at a place in Brooklyn this Friday and I've got some people I've been corresponding with who might work out roommate/apt wise. Its a busy time and it makes me extra grumpy and yet oddly delirious.