I was at work, putting books into boxes to be returned to where they came from. And then, my boss Charlie showed up (which was odd, as it was clearly past the time she'd have left), and reminded me of five more things I ought to do. I thought to myself that this seemed oddly dreamlike, but hey, this happens. So, I ended up leaving work at eleven, ( Read more... )

I'm employed! Tomorrow, I go in to my first day as Assistant Manager at the Hudson News in Dulles Airport.

Hooray!

That is all.

An Employed Lit major! I know!

I'm still filling out job applications...

Even though I am a hard worker, it somehow seems dishonest to say that I have a good work ethic. The truth is, I do. But only when I'm actually working. Looking for work, evidnetly, not so much.

Also, it's like a million degrees. That might be part of it.

So to speak.

Oh, it's the start of the semester, all right. But this time yesterday, even ten hours ago, I didn't have a single class scheduled for today. Because, operating on the Field of Dreams theory-if you build it, they will come-I had scheduled my classes with great cunning. Three classes on Friday! Four on Tuesday! An Independent Study for ( Read more... )

Interviewed for an internship with Mediastudio, out in Arlington, today. It went well, on the whole.

After, I hopped back on the metro and headed back to DC proper. I picked up a copy of the Post Express, and as the stops flew by, I started to work on the sudoku. I'm not especially good at them: I understand the theory, but my brain of late has ( Read more... )

Well, that went reasonably all right.

Just had a fifteen-minute phone-interview with a literary agency for a paid internship, which is nice because it's the three things I want (literary, paid, and internship). I praised Great Expectations, only to find that it was one of her favorites, I established that I'm both net-savvy and proactive by showing ( Read more... )

There are few feelings in this life that I'm growing familiar with faster than this mix of future-angst and concern about competence. Which is mostly due to the fact, I think, that I'm trying to write cover letters on applications for fall internships.

Yeah, I know, should have done that long ago. But that's a completely separate mope. My resume ( ( Read more... )

I assume the reason is that, given I am usually a neurotic wreck, prone to pausing in the middle of a sentence and hedging and bush-beating and qualifiers, they thought I was being careful with my words because I wanted to get onto the jury. Which admittedly I did, but I wasn't trying to be careful. I was, in fact, careless, in the sense that ( Read more... )

Well, unless I can get in touch with the guy in charge of hiring at the Borders in Waterford tomorrow, and be extra-persuasive (which, history implies, I cannot), it looks like I'm going to need to start looking for somewhere else to work.

Which... eh. I mean, I could have seen this happening, and I'm not surprised. I'm just in another funk, and I ( Read more... )