Sunday, December 18, 2011
Outfit: Why I Hated Job Fair
Last week, conveniently the longest week ever, I was forced to go to a little thing called job fair. I really can not express how much I did not want to go to job fair, but if I didn't go- they wouldn't have let me graduate. Not graduating is much, much worse. So I put a smile on my face, dressed up nice and quit whining. Just kidding, I whined and complained the entire day.
I had to listen to a speech which included a back-scratching shirt that resembled a bingo card and a story about a grandma who liked to kill people in virtual reality. Yeah, I didn't get the point of the speech- can you tell?
I was then siphoned into another room (during which I heard some very interesting stories that I wish I hadn't that included STDs) and forced to get some poor people working at booths to sign my "passport". I'm not still in kindergarten in case you were wondering. I'm getting ready to be an "adult".
After getting my five initials and being freed we continued on to our mock-interviews. Believe it or not this turned out to be my favorite part of the entire day. I was worried I'd turn into my awkward self- but I got more compliments in those few minutes of my two interviews than I have in a long time.
Having people tell you you're awesome is always great, right?