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Posted April 04, 2006 by

Better Luck Next Time

I had an interview for an internship at a publishing house a few weeks ago. I found out recently that I did not get the position, which has me relatively upset: even though I have another position lined up for the summer, I wanted this one more – it’s more directly related to my area of interest.
However, I was offered the opportunity to take a similar position during the fall semester, but because of my schedule I was unable to take it. If I understand correctly though, I am on the “list” as a spring intern, so hopefully that will work out well.
It’s interesting because my levels of confidence have been proven wrong. Everywhere I was sure that I would hear from in a postive fashion have turned me down, but I seem to be getting call backs to the places I have lesser interest in.
Whatever works.

Posted March 24, 2006 by

Opportunities are Everywhere

All I could think about when I was walking up to get my diploma was that I hope that I don’t fall. I was wearing heels and the spaces between the stairs looked like a disaster waiting to happen. As I approached the stairway, an elder gentleman passed me a postcard and said “Congratulations! Now you are one of us.” “One of us?” I thought. I didn’t even glance down to look at what he handed me. I was too focused on the shoes and those stairs. But once I got back to my seat, I examined the small postcard. It was an Alumni button and card inviting me to join my University’s alumni association. I had to admit that that was the last thing that I had on my mind. The postcard ended up somewhere in my desk at home and I thought nothing more about it.
The next following months were spent with my eyes glued to a computer stalking new job opportunities. If it had nothing to do with a job I was not interested. So you can guess my reaction every time the Alumni association sent me an email, a letter or anything about joining. I just was not interested. Then suddenly another organization in which I belonged decided that it would be in our best interests if our fledgling organization could get recognized by the University’s Alumni Association. I laughed to myself, reflecting all the times I dodged the opportunity. The first step was for us all to individually join the Alumni Association. After that was accomplished, we devised a presentation describing the positives of forging a relationship with them. We promised new membership, cultural diversity and volunteerism. We realized that being recognized by them could offer us extra funding which in turn would aid us in our community endeavors.
The Alumni Association was quite taken with us and loved our energy. In addition, the members of the Alumni Association were distinguished men and women, varying in age and expertise. They gave great career advance and offered excellent networks. After that meeting, I felt so stupid. Why hadn’t I joined earlier? I obviously did not realize the great opportunities that arise out of being apart of an alumni association.

Posted March 09, 2006 by

Nothing Wrong With a Little Side Project

My last two weekends have been spent at the “good ol’” library compiling information for a little side project I am working on. As a graduate with a “what kind of job can I get with this” type major, I have accepted that that my day job can simply be that, a day job. And my weekends can be dedicated to the art that I love. After spending countless months searching for jobs, interviewing and silently cursing the workforce, I have accepted the truth. There is no definite or correct path that I must take. Sometimes you have to change your reality. You have to get PROACTIVE. If there is no venue for your voice to be heard, you have to create that venue.

Posted January 27, 2006 by

If Only I Wanted to be a Pharmacist

Sometimes I wish that I had wanted to become a pharmacist instead of a writer. Being Rita the neighborhood druggist is a lot easier then being the next Carrie Bradshaw. In most colleges, there are specific programs set up that set you on the right path to becoming a pharmacist. You put in your time and Boom! You’re a pharmacist. But when you want to be a writer or something artistic like that there is no such program. There are no classes, no residency you can complete that guarantees you will become the greatest talent to grace the white page since Ernest Hemmingway. I hate that. Everything in the Arts and Entertainment field is all up to chance and God-gifted talent. You have to be on the streets night and day, waiting, thirsting for that opportunity, for that next idea that no one has thought of and that will put you over the top. Put you above all the young bloodthirsty hopefuls that want it just as much as you do. You basically have to pimp yourself.
Don’t get me wrong; the things learned in college are immeasurable. When at university, the classes you take give you background, historical and current. The college experience alone teaches you many aspects of the human experience that is fundamental in transcribing emotion and reality into any type of artistic expression. I just wish there was some type of structure, some mentoring program in college that teaches aspiring entertainers how to achieve that goal. Of course, you have your drama schools and things like that but it’s never a guarantee. But that is the price you pay for wanting to own the world. So don’t give up on your dreams!

Posted January 18, 2006 by

Part-time LifeSavers

Thank God for graduation parties! If I had not had one I could not have financially survived this past summer. But like all good things, my graduation money had come to a devastating end. By October I thought I would have found a permanent position. But I had not. So I had no choice but to find a part-time job. I really didn’t want to. But I knew that I had better chances of finding a part-time job than mysteriously being left money by an estranged and very distant relative. I had just gotten a new car and I was no longer on my parent’s insurance. So that meant I had to pay up. I still had my phone bill to worry about, along with my new best friend, “loan payments”. I needed money and fast.
Where was I to go? And what kind of part-time job was right for a college graduate? Well, wherever it was it had to be somewhat close to my house and it had to have flexible hours so that I could still look for a full-time job and go on interviews in the mornings. But before I could list all the attributes my new part-time job was to have, my new part-time job found me.
I was shopping for business suits with my mother, when suddenly my Mom picked up a paper which read, “We’re Hiring!” “Look Dev” she shouts with excitement. At that moment the sales associate looked at me and said “Do you need a job? Go right upstairs to Human Resources. They would be delighted to have you.” I took a look at my surroundings and thought to myself, “No way!” I hated retail and I am extremely bad at customer service. On top of that, it was the mall that all my friends from elementary to high school came to. I did not want to be seen. I would feel like a failure, like I had never left high school. A college graduate with a high-school job. I politely told the sales associate that my mother and I were in a hurry and would have to decide later. My mother looked peeved.
My mother continued to yell at me the entire car ride home. I was never going to accomplish anything if I didn’t work, she ranted. I wanted to but not there. She reminded me of all the responsibilities I had and that I was in no position to be picky. She was disappointed in me and I could sense that. I tossed and turned that night knowing that it was time for me to step up to the plate and actually be an adult.
The next day, I got dressed up in my business casual best and marched my little butt to that department store. I filled out an application and had an immediate interview with Human Resources. I was hired on the spot and was scheduled for training for the following Monday.
I have worked at my part-time job for almost two months now and I do not know how I survived without it. I can pay my bills and was even left with just enough money to pay for Christmas gifts. I have met great people and I actually have a knack for helping others. My mother is real proud of me and applauds my small accomplishments. Yet, she reminds me not to get too comfortable.

Posted December 19, 2005 by

If I Had a Second Chance

2005 is coming to an end as 2006 is eerily lurking around the corner. This coming May it will have been one full year since I have graduated. I still have no full-time job and am making small strides in attaining my career goal as a writer. Now that I have entered the rat race of job hunting, I continually kick myself for not taking up an internship in college.
I cannot stress enough about the importance of doing an internship. Besides the experience, the networking that can be established is mind-blowing. Every person that I have talked to in regards to attaining an entry-level position always asks about my internship history. Though I was heavily involved on campus during my college days, I still could have found the time between my part-time job and college organizations to do some sort of writing internship. Of course, everyone has heard the success stories of those who did and did not do internships. However, if one decides not to, he/she is taking a big chance. Employers want to see that desire. They want to know that one is strongly motivated and interested in his/her field. They need to be assured that an individual is willing to invest in their company or organization and in return they will invest in that person’s future. Interning manifests that passion. It shows that the candidate wants to be successful and is determined to reach his/her goals. I guess I had to learn that the hard way.
What bothers me most about job hunting is that I know that
I am capable. I simply want the chance to prove my abilities. I can send out a thousand resumes along with winning cover letters but they seem to get lost in an electronic abyss where resumes are sent to pasture. Do not get me wrong, I still believe in resumes. Yet, what are important are the hands that these resumes touch, which leads me back to the power of networking and gaining experience. So the lesson of the day for aspiring employees: Intern!