Could it be?
After what seemed like a bad year of luck in Korea (about which Greg Kinnear's character in the excellent 'Little Miss Sunshine' says, "Luck is just want losers call their..." can't remember what it was but I'm sure it was pertinent), which led me to believe that I was possibly just merely unlucky in the life, maybe something good happened.
I mean, I don't know that I can believe it yet or that it's even lucky, haha. But after 5 interviews (4 of which were this week) I might be gainfully employed in the magazine publishing industry. No, it's not writing but seeing as no one will be knocking on my door for editorial unless I've got some connections/sleep with someone or I take a bottom of the rung job like this/intern for no money (which I could, they really wanted me to work for free full time at Forbes, which I kid you not I would have done if this place hadn't rung), I accept now that I have to start somewhere or else be unemployed while wishfully wishing the perfect job would come along. So, I say bring it on! Grrr!
Actually, I really liked the people at this place and I'd beeen stressing since the interview whether I'd read them wrong, whether they really wanted me or just thought I was a nice person but not job applicant. I thought I'd hit some good buttons, I mentioned I went to Hofstra for a year and the guy who would be my boss did his undergrad AND grad there so we talked about the dorms for awhile (I prudently did not mention all the reasons I transferred). The second woman who interviewed me was a history major and wanted to hear all about Korea, etc. etc. Anyways, I just really hope there's health and dental involved but maybe that's asking too much. I think I should just be relieved that I might be employed. I say "might" 'cause of course the guy called my home phone, when I'm in NY, even though I made sure they had my cell, and he's not going to be in tomorrow so I can't speak to him until Monday. But let's assume he isn't going to hire anyone else over the weekend...
UPDATE: So now Diana and I have a place to live in Brooklyn. Which is really good because if I had to live with my grandmother for even a week I might kill her. Right now I just wanted to check my email briefly since I'd been out all day, I'm going to be here until Monday, we're having dinner soon. And yet, as soon as I announce my intentions, she puts on the sad, how could you let grandma down face and says she wanted to talk to me about apt! As if I'm leaving to go out for the night when I'm only going downstairs to the computer room! THEN, as I begin to write this she comes in, sits down and asks me some really nitpicky question, that I now hear my mother upstairs telling her that she's asking things even my she (my mother) would never ask me or need to know. My grandmother, argh. The say the Koreans have no conceot of personal space or privacy, wait until they meet my grandmother (not that they ever will, I'm speaking hypothetically of course).
I mean, I don't know that I can believe it yet or that it's even lucky, haha. But after 5 interviews (4 of which were this week) I might be gainfully employed in the magazine publishing industry. No, it's not writing but seeing as no one will be knocking on my door for editorial unless I've got some connections/sleep with someone or I take a bottom of the rung job like this/intern for no money (which I could, they really wanted me to work for free full time at Forbes, which I kid you not I would have done if this place hadn't rung), I accept now that I have to start somewhere or else be unemployed while wishfully wishing the perfect job would come along. So, I say bring it on! Grrr!
Actually, I really liked the people at this place and I'd beeen stressing since the interview whether I'd read them wrong, whether they really wanted me or just thought I was a nice person but not job applicant. I thought I'd hit some good buttons, I mentioned I went to Hofstra for a year and the guy who would be my boss did his undergrad AND grad there so we talked about the dorms for awhile (I prudently did not mention all the reasons I transferred). The second woman who interviewed me was a history major and wanted to hear all about Korea, etc. etc. Anyways, I just really hope there's health and dental involved but maybe that's asking too much. I think I should just be relieved that I might be employed. I say "might" 'cause of course the guy called my home phone, when I'm in NY, even though I made sure they had my cell, and he's not going to be in tomorrow so I can't speak to him until Monday. But let's assume he isn't going to hire anyone else over the weekend...
UPDATE: So now Diana and I have a place to live in Brooklyn. Which is really good because if I had to live with my grandmother for even a week I might kill her. Right now I just wanted to check my email briefly since I'd been out all day, I'm going to be here until Monday, we're having dinner soon. And yet, as soon as I announce my intentions, she puts on the sad, how could you let grandma down face and says she wanted to talk to me about apt! As if I'm leaving to go out for the night when I'm only going downstairs to the computer room! THEN, as I begin to write this she comes in, sits down and asks me some really nitpicky question, that I now hear my mother upstairs telling her that she's asking things even my she (my mother) would never ask me or need to know. My grandmother, argh. The say the Koreans have no conceot of personal space or privacy, wait until they meet my grandmother (not that they ever will, I'm speaking hypothetically of course).