paulde @ MindSay

ohh, interviews and doubleshots

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so monday night, josephine's back to help sub in for someone at another restaurant, and i ask her for any tips about this interview i'm having..for doing basically what she's done for the past several years: graphic design. being that it was on craigslist for a major metropolitan area i wasn't quite sure what to expect, other than getting raped trying to find parking. so next morning, i nuke some restaurant food for brunch as i try to think of answers to questions they might ask ("why do you want to work here," or "how much graphic design have you done?").

there is nothing quite as refreshing as drinking a doubleshot that expired december 14, 2004. good thing it was a free sample, pasteurized, and in a can, right? right, of course..so i had my lucky interview outfit on (yellow/white pinstriped polo, khakis, black belt/shoes), following my directions and taking a wrong turn because in washington they apparently don't have the sense to put street signs on both side of an intersection, or at least have one of them viewable from a few lanes over, so i had to backtrack..but then pass the place because i have just enough change to park on the street for thirteen and a half minutes.

even with random bad traffic, i wind up being twenty minutes early, wandering around the floor looking for suite 600, when the only visible secretary sitting in front of some kind of fluorescent light wall flags me down asking if i'm looking for the ad agency. she calls debbie something as i wait, flipping through a magazine and what appears to be an architecture project..some other better-dressed guy (in a suit and tie with a messenger bag) has also gotten lost on this floor (thus clearly also here for the same thing), and as he takes a seat next to me on the couch i worry for a moment that it will be a group interview. when she comes in and we shake hands, i don't follow her into the conference room, until she realizes i'm not behind her. she then admits to having not even read any of these résumés, as i give her my name a second time. we talk for maybe ten minutes, and i'm out of there, dawdling for a bit before heading back to the underground parking to pay some indian-sounding/looking guy $10 for my less than an hour. he did manage to park it less than six inches from the wall and an electric box though, but the exit was also the same narrow entry. no one had called to say what's up, so i just headed back on down 95..

i've come to terms with the fact that dc's a lot less interesting when you've been there before, despite passing the washington monument, the jefferson memorial, and being closer to the pentagon than you've ever been before (and seeing the new memorial)..being a block and a half away from where we completed a studio project seventh semester, i somehow found myself unable to keep from picturing a movie scene happening though, like some building exploding before my eyes. too many movies lately, i supppose..thank you, nicolas cage.

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