The 'superhero' line I used at the hiring fair exactly one month ago must have worked. The more I think about the job opportunity I was recently offered...my point of success must have occurred at the moment I used that line upon being put on the spot of all spots by the man I then presumed to be jerk, the same man...that is now going to be my boss. My only feeling about him now is confusion because he doesn't laugh when I say something funny. He must be weird because I am funny. I know I'm funny.
It had to be that line...I was competing with applicants who had their Masters. I know that weird kid that proceeded to stare me down had a Masters degree but not only was he weird, he wasn't me...he wasn't rare. I was recently put in charge of the newsletter at my current job/internship and I am actually glad that upon editing my article another co-worker proceeded to delete everything of value including the part where I laid out the specifics of my first experience with the man that is now going to be my boss. Whew...that would have caused problems.
My current supervisor is wonderful although she is a practicing office sideho...God Bless her heart. Because of her I have had the opportunity to handle things in my office that no other intern before me has. Because of her I was granted an internship extension to end in the middle of December whereas originally my last day would have been tomorrow . And now I can say despite the global state of affairs, in just 9 weeks and within 5 months of graduating, I have obtained permanent employment. I should be proud because as my co-worker David said, "It's rare for an intern to find placement so quickly". Right...who would have thought that I, out of approximately 1,400 other applicants, would be the success story?
I would have more readily accepted a position in my current office, I am nervous about leaving. I am excited too. My new job seems great and pays well but it's change. I have taken a risk and beggars can't be choosers, especially in this economy blah blah blah.
My new job will require me to commute to Southeast DC each day instead of beautiful Northwest...across from my lover, Barack Obama. Having eaten lunch in NW every day for the past few months, I got comfortable with the area and it's overflow of decent, above average restaurants...what if my new job isn't near good food? I need good food. What if I don't have a nice office/cube? What if they don't pay for my transit? What if I don't get 2 computers? What if my hours suck? What if I only have a 30 minute lunch break and I can't take an hour? What if no one likes me? OMG, what if gchat is blocked?!
Even as an intern I have received royal treatment from the federal government over the course of my fledgling career. I am spoiled and I don't want to go to another agency, in SE, across the river from Anacostia, that may not be so great. I don't want to but I will because beggars can't be choosers. I don't want to because it may be the best decision I've ever made and I won't know it isn't...until I start working there.
Wish me luck. Woo hoo.
My current supervisor is wonderful although she is a practicing office sideho...God Bless her heart. Because of her I have had the opportunity to handle things in my office that no other intern before me has. Because of her I was granted an internship extension to end in the middle of December whereas originally my last day would have been tomorrow . And now I can say despite the global state of affairs, in just 9 weeks and within 5 months of graduating, I have obtained permanent employment. I should be proud because as my co-worker David said, "It's rare for an intern to find placement so quickly". Right...who would have thought that I, out of approximately 1,400 other applicants, would be the success story?
I would have more readily accepted a position in my current office, I am nervous about leaving. I am excited too. My new job seems great and pays well but it's change. I have taken a risk and beggars can't be choosers, especially in this economy blah blah blah.
My new job will require me to commute to Southeast DC each day instead of beautiful Northwest...across from my lover, Barack Obama. Having eaten lunch in NW every day for the past few months, I got comfortable with the area and it's overflow of decent, above average restaurants...what if my new job isn't near good food? I need good food. What if I don't have a nice office/cube? What if they don't pay for my transit? What if I don't get 2 computers? What if my hours suck? What if I only have a 30 minute lunch break and I can't take an hour? What if no one likes me? OMG, what if gchat is blocked?!
Even as an intern I have received royal treatment from the federal government over the course of my fledgling career. I am spoiled and I don't want to go to another agency, in SE, across the river from Anacostia, that may not be so great. I don't want to but I will because beggars can't be choosers. I don't want to because it may be the best decision I've ever made and I won't know it isn't...until I start working there.
Wish me luck. Woo hoo.
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