On the job hunt...

Laying out poolside at a beautiful resort in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains could not have come at a better time. Ever since I got back from the Hamptons last week, it's just been go, go, go for me. I really needed this vacation, and who knows, this might be my last vacation for awhile since I might have just landed myself a job... Like a real job, an 8-5, skirt and heels, drink coffee all day because I'm bored, kind of job. And it scares the shit out of me.

So I've been sending out a lot resumes in the past few weeks. And oddly enough, I haven't been getting a lot of interest. Now this is as big of a shock to me, as I'm sure it is to you. Do employers not read on my resume that I work well autonomously, as well as in a group? That I'm driven and career focused, communicate well verbally and also in written situations? And if those facts don't seal the deal well then the fact that I was Captain of the Lady Panther basketball team in 2005 certainly should. I've considered lately changing my propose statement at the top of my resume to something more real, something more along the lines of,

"I am semi interested in the position you have available, it doesn't sound great, but I think I could make it work. I'm not a creep, I'm easy to get along with as long as you don't piss me off. I like to drink, sometimes I get sloppy, but that always makes for good office stories. I get my shit done so don't bother me about it and I don't have any weird ticks like cracking my knuckles or constantly clearing my throat. So let's meet up, but don't Facebook me, I don't like to cross professional and social network lines."

So I finally got an interview last week. In preparation, I watched Working Girl (see photo to right), Erin Brockovich, and every Rugrat episode involving Angelica Pickel's hard working mom. Wednesday morning I was ready to go in my pencil skirt and blazer. I looked like such a corporate shark it wasn't even funny. Dressed in my panty hose and white Nikes, I headed for the train with my heels in my purse (it's what us city girls do.) And if you really think I walked around downtown in a dress skirt and sneakers like a confused 3rd grader, I hate you. I walked to meet Chris for lunch first at his Groupon building a few blocks away. It was a "moment" for me walking downtown dressed like a real professional worker lost in the mix of sky scrapers and other young professionals in cheap suits and H&M jackets on their way to doing something very important. I might as well have had an abused pregnant friend along because I felt just like Britney Spears in that awesome movie Crossroads, a small town girl making her way in the big city.

The interview went pretty good. Interviews in general though are just awkward and weird. The dialogue is all the same, it's just a matter of following the formula:

I'm this + I'm great because of this + a joke + I'm still so great + a dash a modesty+ one more joke + hire me = an interview.

I would be deeply humiliated if anyone I knew ever saw me in interview mode. I schmooze, I laugh at bad jokes, I admit to things I have no idea about, I give back rubs, I do back flips through rings of fire all while dressed in a monkey suit, like I said, very humiliating. But lucky enough for me, this interview was pretty legit. All the people who interviewed me were really down to earth and just wanted to talk about Nebraska's switch to the Big Ten. I'm meeting with them again on Tuesday to discuss the switch in further detail, if I have to drop Suh's name to get the job don't think I won't, I've done worse.

But no more job talk. It's Piña Colada time, time to get caught in the rain, I'm not much into health food, but I have half a brain. Go enjoy your own high caloric fruity drink, its that kind of day.