it's only a matter of time...
As my title suggests, I'm a girl on the verge...of getting a job, that is. Well, at least I hope I am. I've applied to probably 20 jobs already, mostly PR Assistant positions and paid internships, although I do have two interviews next week for unpaid internships, but they're at really great agencies/companies so if I don't get anything better and they want me, far be it from me to reject them.
I've been on three interviews already. I have four more next week, and two that haven't been schedule yet. The only job I really want is the interview I had today. It's at this great little agency and the woman who interviewed me was so friendly, I could completely see me working with her and learning a lot. I thought the interview went pretty well. I said a lot of good things and everything came out right. But I keep thinking about it, dissecting it in my head and now I'm thinking, maybe it wasn't that great. I talked too much, a lot of it unnecessary. I came off as too immature. I repeated myself. I can't stop worrying about it.
I'm tired of being at home with my irregular sleep schedule and staring at my parents day in and day out. The only thing I'll be sad about when I get a job is that I won't be able to go to the gym when it's empty and have my pick of the treadmills. Right now, that makes my day. I'm really motived this time to work out and pursue it. So far, I've kept it up for about six weeks and it's been going really well. A couple of setbacks, which would usually get me down, but I'm so much more determined this time.
So I'm going to update more this go around and I'm going to be good about it.
I've been on three interviews already. I have four more next week, and two that haven't been schedule yet. The only job I really want is the interview I had today. It's at this great little agency and the woman who interviewed me was so friendly, I could completely see me working with her and learning a lot. I thought the interview went pretty well. I said a lot of good things and everything came out right. But I keep thinking about it, dissecting it in my head and now I'm thinking, maybe it wasn't that great. I talked too much, a lot of it unnecessary. I came off as too immature. I repeated myself. I can't stop worrying about it.
I'm tired of being at home with my irregular sleep schedule and staring at my parents day in and day out. The only thing I'll be sad about when I get a job is that I won't be able to go to the gym when it's empty and have my pick of the treadmills. Right now, that makes my day. I'm really motived this time to work out and pursue it. So far, I've kept it up for about six weeks and it's been going really well. A couple of setbacks, which would usually get me down, but I'm so much more determined this time.
So I'm going to update more this go around and I'm going to be good about it.
Labels: career, gym, interviews
posted by Lily @ 10:52 PM
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