You remember that Monster.com commercial from a few years ago, the one where people danced in abject euphoria to ELO’s “Do Ya, Do Ya Want My Love?” when they got new jobs? I always wanted to do that. You know that gig I interviewed for last week, the one I was really hoping to get? …
I did something different at the job interview I had this morning — and no it wasn’t that I got there with time to spare (for once). Nah, what I did is going to sound inconsequential to those who don’t know me, but to those closest to me or at least aware of my history …
Following up on my post last Friday about the excellent phone interview I had for a job I applied for, I had a phone call today with the company’s HR person and from that a person-to-person meeting has been set up in West L.A. for Wednesday morning with the company’s president. Nice.
I’m not fully letting go with the whooping and hollering just yet. I’ve done so with past job interviews that I thought I’d nailed only to be let down like a lemming off a cliff in a Disney film. But at the same time I just got off the phone with an editorial director of …
When I think back upon my vaaaast array of employments, my favorites have involved me being outside. Be it paperboy for the Herald Examiner in Hollywood (or later during high school when my mom was that paper’s Echo Park/Silver Lake/Los Feliz distributor) or a foot messenger walking a beat in Century City (even though it …
Sigh. I’ve written before about applying for what seems like the perfect gig and not getting it. I’ve wallowed in self pity and frustration, but I’m not going to do that today — or at least try not to. You put yourself forward as an ideal candidate and you get kicked to the curb. That’s …
Couple-three weeks ago you might recall I hauled my buddypal “Ed” out of the shadows of trollville and introduced him to whoever seven of you happened to be reading my blog that day. If you don’t want to click that link I’ll just nutshell it for you: I wrote a sneering post in response to …