no, i don’t work on wall street. thanks for asking

Delta. Δ. The mathematical symbol for change. Also a major airline. Today, the same thing. Delta Airlines newest ad campaign is “Change is… Delta.” When I’m staring at the ads on my daily subway ride to school, I wonder how many people other than myself staring at the ads get the reference. I wonder if anyone but myself ever analyzed the ads like I do.

After my first day of my “Restaurant Operations” class I have decided almost definitely on my future business options. I want to run a catering business–not a restaurant. And IF I end up spending the rest of my life with Randy, he can have his little bar. Well, not so little, really, when you consider that in the business of alcohol there is nearly 90% profit or more. That’s kind of a big deal.

Sitting in Starbucks now, waiting for my turn to be interviewed, I look around. I can tell who besides myself has been at this job search thing for a while. Like myself, the are prepared with their own pen. Like myself, they have a folder full of resumes and applications for various other places. Like myself they simply pull out their resume and copy the information from it directly onto their application rather than staring into space trying to remember, “Now where did I work before that?” or frantically searching their cell’s phonebook searching for someone they could possibly use as a reference. They still don’t look like that girl in the corner in jeans in a t-shirt with a scruffy ponytail, or the guy with all the piercings (isn’t it standard procedure to remove those before interviews anymore?); but, like myself, they’ve stopped caring–just a little–whether or not they look as though they’ve just walked out the front door of J.P. Morgan. Three or four open houses or interviews a week for going on three months with still no job yet will do that to you. The weather doesn’t help matters any.

Tomorrow I’ll–no. Today. When I get home I’ll email Augie and ask him about possible on campus work study jobs. If nothing else, that may be my last option. Well, not last, really. I mean, I will still continue the job search in earnest; but I mean–if I can’t even find a job through the school I go to, where CAN I find a job?

So if it wasn’t apparent from the fact that I changed the date, that was written yesterday. Now, I don’t want to count my chickens before they hatch, but… guess who’s going to be one of Starbucks newest associates?? W00t! I suppose that means I’ll never get around to writing my essay on how much I hate all things Starbucks? Haha. Damn. It was a GOOD one too. But yea… my first interview was a semi-group interview–they were interviewing us in pairs. After it was finished, the interviewer dismissed the other guy with the “We’ll call you.” line that by now I know to be complete bullshit, but asked me to stay for “just one more question.” After the other guy was securely outside of the store, the interviewer turned to me with a huge smile and said, “I actually think you’d do very well here at Starbucks, which is why I asked you to stay.” Insert giant grin on my part. He wanted to get another manager to give me a second interview, apparently their standard practice for these group interviews. Halfway through the second interview, the other manager started using phrases like, “When you’re hired…”. I was all but hired on the spot, but they have to check my references before they can hire me officially. so w00t! That’s all about that for now though.

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