I have an interview today at 10:30. And because of that, I can’t do much of anything else except listen to my tummy make gurgling sounds from a feeling of nervousness. It’s percolating. (I hope it’s making coffee. That would rule.) While it’s probably not normal to beg for a job, I plan on doing just that, directly after I hand him a plate of cookies.
After my interview, I’ll be going shopping. Where I’ll shop depends entirely on how the interview goes. But I do know this much, I will be visiting B&H to pick up a digital camera card (thanks, Jon and Karo.) I might also pick up a couple of other sumthin-sumthins for a certain boy named TobyJoe whose birthday is on Saturday. If the interview goes well, I’ll buy a new car and a horse for the backyard. I’ve always wanted a horse. (And maybe a mattress because the air-mattress has lost its charm.)
good luck! :)
good luck, i hope you like them (of course they’ll like you)
Best of luck!
Would those sumthing sumthings be notdogs? Also: good luck!
So, it’s now 10:55. How did it go????
You are there now! I am slightly grunting with the effort of sending you good vibes.
I’d say good luck but I don’t think you need it because you’ve gotten more jobs in the time I’ve been reading your blog than anyone I’ve ever known before!! But good luck anyway, I’m sure you’ll knock ‘em dead.
I’m still here. I’m working. Nuts. We’ll see. Not sure what’s going on yet.
They put you to work immediately? Or do they make you do something as part of the interview process? Hmmmm, maybe we should do that here. Job applicants can do all our work and we don’t have to pay them!
I think it must be a good sign if they asked you to work. Don’t forget, they need to be worthy of you [seriously].
One time, I had to do that. They made me demonstrate that I knew how to make a “scrolling banner” illustration, becuase they said that they thought that was the hardest thing to do. And I was like, “yo—portfolio?? here on your desk? see it?”. It was weird, weird enough that I then actually did it.
This has got to be the weirdest most insane day of my life. I’m not sure I’m actually awake and this is really happening. (Also, word to the wise, it’s best not to apply for a job when you don’t have the majority of your portfolio with you but instead it’s in storage.) Holy crap.
I am now the only person here. Talk about trust! Holy crap. I wonder where they hide the vodka.
Maybe you’re on candid camera?
I think you’re hired.
GotJesus, the thought crossed my mind. I’m going to look for cameras after I pick my nose and finish this design comp.
You should turn on some really loud music and dance and sing at the tops of your lungs. Do a total flashdance routine. Coming soon to Broadway: “Mihow! The Musical”
Mihow! The Musical
Act II scene ii
Exit all, leaving Mihow alone in the office.
(stage lights dim, spotlight on mihow, she begins to sing)
Can it be?
Can it be that I’m hired?
Can it be?
Can it be just that easy?
Just walk in off the street and get a job just by asking…
No begging or pleading just start multitasking?
Can it be?
Could it be?
Could it be I’m mistaken?
Could it be?
Could it be that they’re laughing?
Did I simply not here it when they told me to leave?
Do they think I’m some nut and they’re just hiding from me?
Could it be?
ha! Why did I not see this while I was still there?! Good times. What should I wear for this?
I think you should go all “chorus line” and have a gold sparkly outfit and tophat!