Now for something completely different...kinda
So I go on an interview tomorrow at America's Test Kitchen for an internship position. They put out my favorite magazine, Cook's Illustrated. They are based right across the street from my school at the brookline village t-stop. When I would walk by a few years ago I noticed in the basement of a brick building across from the t-stop people looking at slides on light boxes and I thought "how awesome would it be to work there?" After working at WFM for awhile I became more interested in food and cooking and Cook's Illustrated seemed to jump out at me from the magazine racks. Calling my name. It's a pretty simple gorgeous magazine, beautiful illustration awesome cover, NO ADS. I'm all about it. Eventually I got to the point where I read every word printed within and discovered that they were in Brookline...Station St huh? so after school one day I walked up and down Station St. looking for this building and it's where the mythical basement is.
2 years later, school is coming to a close. I have to get an internship for my internship/portfolio class and I stop into career services. It turns out they have a connection there and are happy to give me that. 2 weeks of procrastinating on writing a cover letter and my resume and here I am. I printed out my slap-dash portfolio at kinkos today, which fucking sucks. I will never go there again. It looks like I printed it at home and I paid $40 for it. Yuck. So now I have to trim it up. Construct a booklet for one of the parts and find something that looks good to wear. Its almost 11 and I am already exhausted from the excitement. I feel like I'm getting ready for the first day of school but I actually want to go.
The summer before my senior year of high school one of my shop teachers called me and offered me an interview at a print shop in Framingham that another shop mate was working at. I felt right away that I was not ready but perhaps that I was deserving of the opportunity. I was scared. It turned out to be the best job I've ever had and I cried when I was laid off. But here I am again. Time to grow up, again. And I feel confident. I feel really good about this. I think that it's going to go really well.I'm talented and knowledgeable, I'm always afraid that when I'm put in a position like this, I will forget everything I know or it turns out I know nothing. I kinda wish my teachers were a bit more supportive of me, that is how I got the first interview.
Ok fine. It will be just fine.
This was a pep talk for myself.
Excuse all the commas.
2 years later, school is coming to a close. I have to get an internship for my internship/portfolio class and I stop into career services. It turns out they have a connection there and are happy to give me that. 2 weeks of procrastinating on writing a cover letter and my resume and here I am. I printed out my slap-dash portfolio at kinkos today, which fucking sucks. I will never go there again. It looks like I printed it at home and I paid $40 for it. Yuck. So now I have to trim it up. Construct a booklet for one of the parts and find something that looks good to wear. Its almost 11 and I am already exhausted from the excitement. I feel like I'm getting ready for the first day of school but I actually want to go.
The summer before my senior year of high school one of my shop teachers called me and offered me an interview at a print shop in Framingham that another shop mate was working at. I felt right away that I was not ready but perhaps that I was deserving of the opportunity. I was scared. It turned out to be the best job I've ever had and I cried when I was laid off. But here I am again. Time to grow up, again. And I feel confident. I feel really good about this. I think that it's going to go really well.I'm talented and knowledgeable, I'm always afraid that when I'm put in a position like this, I will forget everything I know or it turns out I know nothing. I kinda wish my teachers were a bit more supportive of me, that is how I got the first interview.
Ok fine. It will be just fine.
This was a pep talk for myself.
Excuse all the commas.