Job Log2

I got up three hours before my alarm went off, but then went back to sleep. Then one hour before, and went back to sleep. Then twenty minuets before, and then went back to sleep. And then the alarm rudely awoke me from the deepest sleep I may ever have achieved, such that I didn't know where I was when I woke up. The morning proceeded normally, but putting on my interview cloths took longer than I expected and the tie was difficult to tie. I ran to catch my bus, though I guess it was just in my head that I needed to because once I got to the stop I had to wait for about ten minuets. The shoes... my god. I wore my fathers shoes, because as a family we only own one pair of men’s dress shoes. They cut into the tops of my heels so badly that by the time I had to get onto my second bus my feet were bleeding. I arrived 15 minuets too early, so I went into a convenience store and got a Snapple. Then I went into the paper and asked for my contact. They made me fill out an application before seeing him, and I didn't know all of the addresses and dates I was supposed to, and that might be a problem later. I was the most formally dressed person there except for someone else who also, did not work there but was meeting with someone for some reason. I was taken to an interview room by my contact, who was queer as folk with his spiked bleached blond hair, tight jeans and nose piercing. I walked him through my portfolio, which looked a little better today than last night. He liked it, and thought that some of the pieces I had included which were meant to be funny, were in fact funny, and went and got someone else, and I repeated the interview for her. She liked my portfolio also, though seemed less amused by the amusing parts than the first guy. I mentioned that there is a week in June I am unavailable, and she just laughed, explaining that June was so far off, who cares. Its a slow month anyway, what they need is someone now! I left, she told me that I would probably be getting a call to formally offer me the job later today. So later today I may accept a part time job laying out ads for a local newspaper.

Other things that were mentioned. A lot of times the local businesses that advertise also want the papers staff to design a logo for the business. The first guy I interviewed with said we aren’t supposed to do that, but you respond to this kind of request by giving said business your card, and that is how the position I'm applying for now opened up, the last guy got enough freelance business to say adios. The second person I interviewed with said that the company I'll be working for is launching another local paper nearby that we will also be responsible for, and that she expects the position I was applying for to go full time within a month, which will make me eligible for benefits.

I also wanted to note that my hysterics and dramatic whining in the previous post only manifests itself in text. When I'm actually feeling that way I'm merely very quiet and still except for trembling and nervous activities like rubbing my fingers together. In case anyone was imagining me whirling around my room sobbing and knocking things off of shelves and things like that.