After an insane amount of job hunting, I finally have my first interview this afternoon and two more tomorrow. I must have applied for about 25 jobs, which is a horrible process. Yesterday I spent a whole day applying for jobs, and then I had the pleasure of coming home and talking to two of my flatmates who really tried their best to keep me looking on the brightside -- one of them told me that it took him three months to find a job, and the other one has been looking for ages and they didn't expect me to find anything except a waitressing job. But they're also lazy. I never said that, by the way.
Today I'm going to be interviewing for a researching job with a media/marketing research firm. The company is also based in Palo Alto. Right now, I am 99.9% sure of two things: 1) my deodorant will continue to keep me dry and fresh, and 2) the company is interested in me partly because I worked at Stanford over the summer. That Stanford name gets you in.
Tomorrow, I'm interviewing for a data entry position with LexisNexis! That's right, LexisNexis! I'm so excited about this -- I really hope I get this job. After that, I'm interviewing for a cashier position with Westminster Abbey -- you want tickets to tour the Abbey, you would come to me. I don't want this job but I'm going to the interview anyway in case the other two fall through. I'm not gambling, no siree -- I do not want to have to apply for more jobs. What's really hilarious about the Westminster Abbey job is that the lady who is going to interview me made it seem like counting money accurately was a difficult thing. She also made it seem like I had to be a math major or something. Please. I've done enough shopping in my life to know how to count money.
I forgot to mention something that happened yesterday that was really British and bizarre. Elizabeth and I were walking in Kensington Gardens by Kensington Palace -- where Princess Diana used to live -- and suddenlty a helicopter starts descending and lands in front of the Palace, just thirty feet in front of us! It turned out that it was a Royal Family helicopter transporting Princess Ann, Prince Charles' older sister, to the Palace. Nice! How British!
Wish me luck! I'm crossing my fingers!
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