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I'll cut to the fiery aftermath of the chase, which is that my ass is gainfully employed again. Fuck yeah!
Pardon my bullet-points, but here's more or less how it went:
So anyway, the job interview went great, and I quite liked both the HR Director and the head of Editorial. They made the job sound attractive, and they liked me, and that was pretty much that. I was called back and offered the job before I'd even made it home, and I went ahead and accepted.
And so yeah. Things are looking up.
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* Protip: print out five to seven at a time, and when you need to print more, look back over it and adjust, because it's a lot easier to improve the thing in short bursts than in a despair-inducing marathon.
** There's a PS2 in the house now, so I've been playing some FF Tactics.
Pardon my bullet-points, but here's more or less how it went:
- Job not found, freak out? y/y
- Got food stamps.
- Started applying for random unskilled jobs. (Because it's easy and fast, and hey, that's what ended up working last time.)
- Signed up for WA state unemployment benefits.
- note: If you're getting benefits, you have to apply to at least three jobs a week and check in regularly, and though I kind of hate to admit it, this actually helped keep me on track. In particular, it forced me to whip my résumé into top shape and keep refining it* long before I found a job I was really interested in, thus preventing the otherwise inevitable OMG I MUST IMPRESS paralysis.
- Continued to apply for random unskilled jobs, racking up a total of like 15.
- Got a note out of the blue from my buddy Fonda saying that her office suddenly had two open positions—one of which was a 6-month temp writing/editing job that paid $12/hr and didn't drain the soul. (Basically, her job minus the bennies.)
- That's right: I got the fabled Hook-Up.
- Immediately slapped together an application, whipping up a succinct cover email and tweaking the résumé to look more like a SRS WRI-TOR (as opposed to a tech guy with secondary job points in the Scribe class**). (This was Friday.)
- Got a call on Monday from the HR director over there. She wanted me to come in for an interview the next day at 2. Fuckin' A, count me in!
- Looked in my closet and freaked right the fuck out. I did not own a single dress shirt that looked presentable on me.
- (I was going to explain this, but on second thought, it's at least a whole 'nother post.)
- I am apparently an extra-small when it comes to dress shirts. This is news to me. (Again, long story.) Guess how many stores you have to search in Pioneer Place before you find one that even stocks XS men's dress shirts.
- Six.
- And then I had to learn how to iron. I should just rename this journal "Adventures in Remedial Adulthood" or something.
So anyway, the job interview went great, and I quite liked both the HR Director and the head of Editorial. They made the job sound attractive, and they liked me, and that was pretty much that. I was called back and offered the job before I'd even made it home, and I went ahead and accepted.
And so yeah. Things are looking up.
_____
* Protip: print out five to seven at a time, and when you need to print more, look back over it and adjust, because it's a lot easier to improve the thing in short bursts than in a despair-inducing marathon.
** There's a PS2 in the house now, so I've been playing some FF Tactics.