Group interviews are a special brand of terrible. There is no great way to distinguish yourself without sounding like a complete asshole. Everyone is clearly in competition with each other and it’s all the worst parts of any reality competition. Forget empty collegial chatter, no one is here to make friends.
I went to the Oregon Renaissance Festival this weekend! I saw some shows, had my hair braided, and ate delicious baklava. I didn’t eat any turkey legs, though, and we left before the joust. But the best part was thinking back to my time as a Safety and Security Officer at the Bristol Renaissance Faire.
…the customer/client stares back into you. Read More If You Stare Into the Customer/Client Long Enough…
Since I’ve put in a considerable amount of effort into looking for a job the last few months, I’ve been on a few interviews. Most were your standard job interview where I was required to list my strengths, weaknesses and where I saw myself in five years. Read More Adventures in Job Searching: My Most “Interesting” Interview
I was a pretty shy kid. I decided in high school that: 1. I wanted to be more outgoing and 2. I didn’t care if I looked foolish if it meant other people could learn from me. I was successful for the most part, but I continued pushing myself in college.
One fine fall day during my third year of school, I saw an ad placed by the art department. “Life Drawing Class Model needed. Nude, $10/hr. Draped, $8/hr. Contact So-and-So in the Art Building.” At last, I thought, my chance to be outgoing, humiliate myself, and have others learn from me. I applied for the job.
I work in a college-based office that hasn’t really been cleaned in a while. It’s packed with books and teaching prep materials, a product of a decade of hoarding. Read More Things You Find in Your Office When Procrastinating on Work
I have long viewed work as something one does in order to afford to do what one enjoys. A job is a job, and it is a rare few who are able to be paid to do what they are passionate about. Read More Following My Heart