Dancing on the Ceiling
I got a job.
Let me repeat that, so it can sink in properly...
I GOT A JOB!!!!!!!!!!!
Yea, that's better
I've actually had this job for two weeks now. I was hired on the spot, like right after my interview. It's all kind of a blur now...
**commence dreamy flashback sequence**
I was called on a Wednesday and was completely flabbergasted that anyone was calling me about a job, let alone the one job description I remember getting excited over. The guy on the line had a good voice and seemed almost sincere and completely honest about journalism in its current state. Then he told me it was a start-up. I'd be there from the beginning, which is a thought that I loved.
Then he told me I was on the top of his list to hire.... EEERRRKKK, stop. What? Why? When he told me that, I really started to doubt this guy's legitimacy. Plus his name was Steve, the big-boss's name was Steve, and they were located on Stevenson Rd... Seriously?
I told him I'd meet him on Friday, which gave me a whole day to freak out, get my clippings ready (which he didn't even look at b/c I sent some writing samples in with my resume and cover), get the directions in order and research as much as I could about the town. Plus plan out what I was going to wear. (Sorry if my girliness offends you. Get over it.)
I made out a list of like 10 questions to ask during the interview, none of which asked about pay. From my research on "how to do well for a job interview," I learned to wait until the boss brings it up. Well in this case— the editor.
When I got there, Steve the Editor was on his cellphone outside smoking a cigarette. He looked like the picture I found on Linked-In (which I found the day before when I Googled his name), so I knew I was in the right place. He shook my hand, led me to his office where they had just finished putting up the molding (yea, it's that much of a start up), and he told me to ask whatever questions I had. My questions took up one hour. His took 5 minutes. It was one question, which caught me— like, complete deer-in-headlights moment.
He said, and this is me paraphrasing of course. "Ok, so you get here on your first day of work, and we have to put out content by the end of the day. What do you do?"
Damn. I should have been prepared for this one.. F... Ok, bullshit— here we go. I pretty much said something... about like the unemployment rate... calling people with my beat.... and that was it.
I'm still not even sure what made him decide to hire me. (Steve the Editor told me later that the one thing he highlighted from my resume was "Editor in Chief." Thank God that year of hell was worth something!!!) But after we talked about salary, we were hungry so he took me downtown for lunch.
This is when things got awesome. He drove me to the downtown area, and we talked the entire time— me asking questions and what not. When he parked downtown, there was this one moment that could not have played out better if he tried.
So in the park, there was this book fair, which was so cute. He took me around the fountain to show me where the Douglass and Lincoln debate took place (which the town marked with a lovely boulder). As we were rounding the corner of the fountain, music started playing from this stage where the local dance studio students were performing. It's was Lionel Richie "Dancing on the Ceiling." Like right as we rounded the corner, BOOM— music. Awesome!
Then he took me to this really cute diner (where I ate the blandest hamburger in my life), and he told me that I didn't have to worry b/c I pretty much got the job! PHEW!
When I drove back that day, I was pretty much in a daze. I couldn't believe it!
So that's how I got my first real job. After being miserably unemployed for two months, something came up just like everybody said. Sure, it's an hour and 15-20 minutes away from where I'm currently residing with my boyfriend, but it's worth the drive. Hopefully I can find somewhere to stay in the town (only during the week) by winter, so I won't have to make the trek in the snow. That would so suck.
Real quick though, here are a few things I've learned over the past two weeks:
1. Double pane windows exist to keep out the cold, because it gets THAT FREAKIN COLD HERE.
2. If you're not on Twitter as a media professional, you're considered uncool.
3. No relationship is as strong as you think it is.
4. Always, no matter what, Spell Check. For the love of Mike, always Spell Check.
5. Never serve cheesecake at a "Preventing Childhood Obesity" seminar, because all of my friends will laugh at you.
Let me repeat that, so it can sink in properly...
I GOT A JOB!!!!!!!!!!!
Yea, that's better
I've actually had this job for two weeks now. I was hired on the spot, like right after my interview. It's all kind of a blur now...
**commence dreamy flashback sequence**
I was called on a Wednesday and was completely flabbergasted that anyone was calling me about a job, let alone the one job description I remember getting excited over. The guy on the line had a good voice and seemed almost sincere and completely honest about journalism in its current state. Then he told me it was a start-up. I'd be there from the beginning, which is a thought that I loved.
Then he told me I was on the top of his list to hire.... EEERRRKKK, stop. What? Why? When he told me that, I really started to doubt this guy's legitimacy. Plus his name was Steve, the big-boss's name was Steve, and they were located on Stevenson Rd... Seriously?
I told him I'd meet him on Friday, which gave me a whole day to freak out, get my clippings ready (which he didn't even look at b/c I sent some writing samples in with my resume and cover), get the directions in order and research as much as I could about the town. Plus plan out what I was going to wear. (Sorry if my girliness offends you. Get over it.)
I made out a list of like 10 questions to ask during the interview, none of which asked about pay. From my research on "how to do well for a job interview," I learned to wait until the boss brings it up. Well in this case— the editor.
When I got there, Steve the Editor was on his cellphone outside smoking a cigarette. He looked like the picture I found on Linked-In (which I found the day before when I Googled his name), so I knew I was in the right place. He shook my hand, led me to his office where they had just finished putting up the molding (yea, it's that much of a start up), and he told me to ask whatever questions I had. My questions took up one hour. His took 5 minutes. It was one question, which caught me— like, complete deer-in-headlights moment.
He said, and this is me paraphrasing of course. "Ok, so you get here on your first day of work, and we have to put out content by the end of the day. What do you do?"
Damn. I should have been prepared for this one.. F... Ok, bullshit— here we go. I pretty much said something... about like the unemployment rate... calling people with my beat.... and that was it.
I'm still not even sure what made him decide to hire me. (Steve the Editor told me later that the one thing he highlighted from my resume was "Editor in Chief." Thank God that year of hell was worth something!!!) But after we talked about salary, we were hungry so he took me downtown for lunch.
This is when things got awesome. He drove me to the downtown area, and we talked the entire time— me asking questions and what not. When he parked downtown, there was this one moment that could not have played out better if he tried.
So in the park, there was this book fair, which was so cute. He took me around the fountain to show me where the Douglass and Lincoln debate took place (which the town marked with a lovely boulder). As we were rounding the corner of the fountain, music started playing from this stage where the local dance studio students were performing. It's was Lionel Richie "Dancing on the Ceiling." Like right as we rounded the corner, BOOM— music. Awesome!
Then he took me to this really cute diner (where I ate the blandest hamburger in my life), and he told me that I didn't have to worry b/c I pretty much got the job! PHEW!
When I drove back that day, I was pretty much in a daze. I couldn't believe it!
So that's how I got my first real job. After being miserably unemployed for two months, something came up just like everybody said. Sure, it's an hour and 15-20 minutes away from where I'm currently residing with my boyfriend, but it's worth the drive. Hopefully I can find somewhere to stay in the town (only during the week) by winter, so I won't have to make the trek in the snow. That would so suck.
Real quick though, here are a few things I've learned over the past two weeks:
1. Double pane windows exist to keep out the cold, because it gets THAT FREAKIN COLD HERE.
2. If you're not on Twitter as a media professional, you're considered uncool.
3. No relationship is as strong as you think it is.
4. Always, no matter what, Spell Check. For the love of Mike, always Spell Check.
5. Never serve cheesecake at a "Preventing Childhood Obesity" seminar, because all of my friends will laugh at you.
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