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Jen H.M. ([info]jenhm) wrote,
@ 2008-02-08 09:27:00

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Current location:Stresstown
Current mood: stressed
Current music:Elvis Costello

It's Like Boo

Is it possible to score a job solely by looking cute? If so, there may be a chance for me, because I definitely looked cute at my interview yesterday. How I sounded was a different story. I firmly believe all job interviews should be conducted via e-mail... At least for me. I'm a much better writer than I am a talker, and I was interviewing for a job as a copywriter. It stands to reason I should do it in writing.

Oh, man. I was so nervous I'm only half sure everything I said was coherent. They totally caught me off guard, and that's never a good thing. They asked me to come up with stuff right there on the spot, like an article for some hypothetical real estate company. Give me twenty minutes and a pencil and I'll have something killer for you, but ask me to talk about it, and all you'll get is a rambling, confused mess. I said something about home decorating, which was probably a good idea.. I think. Personally, I feel I should get points just for coming up with SOMETHING in two seconds like that. I mean, how many people could do that?

The good thing was, I was sort of getting into it, my whole home decorating article idea. I was like, "Decorate your room in orange!" and talking about using accessories and wallpaper. Maybe they could tell I was excited, I don't know. I always feel like everyone can tell I'm nervous, but everybody tells me they can't. Like, after I play shows I'm always like, "omg! I was so nervous!" And people go, "Really? No way!" I must hide it well, thank God. I guess that's what happens when you're nervous every second of every day, you get a lot of experience hiding it. It's a good skill to have for job interviews.

At least I was slightly less awkward than the woman interviewing me. She opened with a story about how some lady threw up on the L last week. I can see why they need help coming up with content.

Ugh I really want this job. It would be so COOL to do something I actually cared about. It feels kind of weird, interviewing for a job that involves creative thought and talent. I'm so used to the menial, boring jobs that anyone can do. It's a little scary, actually, broadening my horizons, doing something I'll actually have to think about it. I know I can do it, it's just like... boo.

Did I mention they have a ping pong table in the office? A PING PONG TABLE!! And the guy interviewing me was wearing jeans and sneakers. I want to wear jeans and sneakers to work! Wow. I'm going to be so on edge all next week until I find out if I got the job.

The only down side I can see, is that the place is a bit of a hike from Suburban Station... Oh yeah, and I hate Suburban Station. It's so confusing. I'm pretty sure I can get off at Market East and take the subway, but.. that's the subway. *shudder* Yes, yes, I know, thousands of people take the subway every day, but hey, I'm from the suburbs, give me a break. At least doing all that walking will help me lose weight.. I hope.

Speaking of weight, I weighed myself at my parents' house on Wednesday and I was *drum roll* 139 pounds. ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-NINE POUNDS!! I'm a blimp! Thank goodness I stopped taking Advair, I was ballooning out of control. I put on my outfit for my interview yesterday and I was practically busting out of it. I'm a beached whale. I'm disgusted with myself.

So now more than ever I'm trying to eat better. I'm no longer having double breakfasts and double dinners and snacking uncontrollably throughout the day. I'm actually making a conscious effort to eat less. Whenever I want to scarf down an entire box of Girl Scout cookies, I just have to remember the numbers on my parents' scale: 1-3-9.



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