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I have my first Real Job Interview tomorrow.
Real job. And mostly Real Interview, except that I know the hiring and interviewing committe, and I've been interning with the Washington Education Foundation for the last few months, and working in various capacities with it since I was a sophomore.
I went over my grown-up resume and cover Letter with a UW career councelor, who seemed to think I was very well off, but warned me to err on the side of formality rather than comfort, even though I know the people and the organization. I finished the pre-interview writing and editing assignments this afternoon. I didn't know these things existed - at least I thought they came after the initial interview.
I was all prepared, except the outfit. I have plenty of nice office attire, but nothing conservative enough for an interview: so navy blue, no knee-length skirts, no grey button-up or understated heels. I've been trying to curb my spending, since I have at this point only one possiblity of a Real Salary after college.
But at the last minute I went downtown and bought a little suit to wear. It was very marked-down but very cute. I've been wandering around the apartment in it, and it feels strange to wear a suit in my $255/month quarter of an apartment. Really, it feels strange to wear a suit at all. As a kid (who am I kidding, even now) people in suits struck me as on another level, in a secret society of significance and esteem. My parents never wore suits - I was lucky if they looked remotely groomed. Suits signified some distance, which I took as superiority, not just over my adolescent self but over my friends, family, entire environment. Now as I stand here in one, tomorrow as I leave the house in one, I can't decide whether there really was no secret society or if I have joined it.
Real job. And mostly Real Interview, except that I know the hiring and interviewing committe, and I've been interning with the Washington Education Foundation for the last few months, and working in various capacities with it since I was a sophomore.
I went over my grown-up resume and cover Letter with a UW career councelor, who seemed to think I was very well off, but warned me to err on the side of formality rather than comfort, even though I know the people and the organization. I finished the pre-interview writing and editing assignments this afternoon. I didn't know these things existed - at least I thought they came after the initial interview.
I was all prepared, except the outfit. I have plenty of nice office attire, but nothing conservative enough for an interview: so navy blue, no knee-length skirts, no grey button-up or understated heels. I've been trying to curb my spending, since I have at this point only one possiblity of a Real Salary after college.
But at the last minute I went downtown and bought a little suit to wear. It was very marked-down but very cute. I've been wandering around the apartment in it, and it feels strange to wear a suit in my $255/month quarter of an apartment. Really, it feels strange to wear a suit at all. As a kid (who am I kidding, even now) people in suits struck me as on another level, in a secret society of significance and esteem. My parents never wore suits - I was lucky if they looked remotely groomed. Suits signified some distance, which I took as superiority, not just over my adolescent self but over my friends, family, entire environment. Now as I stand here in one, tomorrow as I leave the house in one, I can't decide whether there really was no secret society or if I have joined it.