This city makes me feel small.
This city can make me feel tall.
What a simple way to phrase the complex feelings of a woman, especially this woman.
This week has really been a rollercoster for me. I've been job hunting in a city where I feel I have minimal connections. The feeling of being sized up and judged has been constant.
Unfortunately, I can't work in the field in which I'm studying because it doesn't pay. Sure, media outlets love to have interns for the summer but none are equipped to help me bring home the bacon.
So an office job it is. Hunting for one has become a full time occupation.
Tragically, the week started off with a tainted chime. My phone kept ringing, but no good news was to be received. I've been working through a recruitment agency who's supposedly trying to find me a longer term contract as an office administrator. This hasn't been going so well.
I had a one day contract last Friday. I was to simply answer the phones for a government office. Strangely enough, the phone never rang. I was paid for it sure, but I need to be challenged. Blankly staring at a white, chipped, wall all day will not suffice.
So, after the string of bad news phone calls I decided it was time to hit the streets. Don't worry I don't own the right shoes for 'that' type of work.
I hit the streets with my resumes, silly.
So, I've been handing them out left, right and centre, mainly at restaurants. There were a few mistakes as I strolled through Little Italy. I guess I didn't notice the skeezy, grease ball owner as I introduced myself to the bartender. Yeesh I'm not going back there for the interview he gave me.
I really wanted to find this job all by my big girl self. But, by mid week I began to feel like my options were running out. The call to the family had to be made.
My uncle has worked in this city for years and is now the head of the IT Department for a company in the Financial District. I just wanted to know if he knew of anyone looking for summer staff.
The day after I forwarded my resume on to him I received an interview from another department within his company. I really couldn't believe how lucky I was.
So, I'll find out tomorrow, hopefully, if the job is mine (fingers crossed).
Has Hallmark invented an, 'I love my Uncle day' yet? Let me know. If so, he's getting a card and maybe even a box of chocolates.
