In the meantime, let's take a look at someone with talent that I wish I had (then this whole interviewing thing could be avoided forever). Alexa Meade paints people to look like paintings and then photographs them. Got it? Good. Onward:
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Art you ready for this?
This week will be a busy one! I feel like I'm on the precipice (that's right, how often do I get to use that word?) of maybe getting a job. I had a second interview this morning with this company (this one only 2 hours), and an interview set for Friday and another for Saturday. Please, someone hire me.
In the meantime, let's take a look at someone with talent that I wish I had (then this whole interviewing thing could be avoided forever). Alexa Meade paints people to look like paintings and then photographs them. Got it? Good. Onward:
In the meantime, let's take a look at someone with talent that I wish I had (then this whole interviewing thing could be avoided forever). Alexa Meade paints people to look like paintings and then photographs them. Got it? Good. Onward:
Monday, February 28, 2011
Adventures in Unemployment
Apparently after a few weeks of dishing out unemployment, New York State wants to give you a talking to. Resulting in this pretty blue invitation.
I know its hard to read, so I'll paraphrase. Get your tookus down to the Unemployment Office on February 25, 2011 at 9:15am for a Re-Employment Workshop, or we won't pay you anymore. All of this was fine and dandy until yesterday when the weatherman announced that Friday we'd get a storm and it could result in the heaviest snow we've had all winter at one time. Of course. So, I strapped on my big girl boots and ventured outinto the frozen tundra.
My choice was to drive downtown (navigating the weather, traffic and the plethora of one way streets Buffalo seems to love), or park at the train station and get a round trip ticket for $3.50. You win again, train.
The best thing about public transportation is probably getting to eavesdrop on people's conversations. Like the gentlemanly fellows next to me who were engrossed in a riveting discussion about whether or not it was possible to get chlamydia in your throat. They reached their stop before I could hear their final decision.
A blustery block and a half walk after my stop and I reached the Unemployment Office. I only took one picture here because I didn't know if I was really allowed to and didn't want to push my luck. But check out the ceilings at thePalace of Versailles Buffalo's Unemployment Office:
We had a half an hour PowerPoint presentation on the services they offer, which included GED services, making a resume for you, and setting you up with classes on how to use the computer. All worthwhile items, but as my unemployment coach said after I sat down individually with her, there wasn't a whole lot there that was beneficial for me. We checked their system quickly for any Marketing or Communication jobs, and upon finding none, I received a good luck and a handshake and I was on my way.
I almost stopped at the Central Library while I was down there, but upon leaving I was still faced with this:
So I decided my best bet was to hightail it home before I had to dig out my poor car that was quietly getting buried in a parking lot in North Buffalo.
I know its hard to read, so I'll paraphrase. Get your tookus down to the Unemployment Office on February 25, 2011 at 9:15am for a Re-Employment Workshop, or we won't pay you anymore. All of this was fine and dandy until yesterday when the weatherman announced that Friday we'd get a storm and it could result in the heaviest snow we've had all winter at one time. Of course. So, I strapped on my big girl boots and ventured out
My choice was to drive downtown (navigating the weather, traffic and the plethora of one way streets Buffalo seems to love), or park at the train station and get a round trip ticket for $3.50. You win again, train.
The best thing about public transportation is probably getting to eavesdrop on people's conversations. Like the gentlemanly fellows next to me who were engrossed in a riveting discussion about whether or not it was possible to get chlamydia in your throat. They reached their stop before I could hear their final decision.
A blustery block and a half walk after my stop and I reached the Unemployment Office. I only took one picture here because I didn't know if I was really allowed to and didn't want to push my luck. But check out the ceilings at the
We had a half an hour PowerPoint presentation on the services they offer, which included GED services, making a resume for you, and setting you up with classes on how to use the computer. All worthwhile items, but as my unemployment coach said after I sat down individually with her, there wasn't a whole lot there that was beneficial for me. We checked their system quickly for any Marketing or Communication jobs, and upon finding none, I received a good luck and a handshake and I was on my way.
I almost stopped at the Central Library while I was down there, but upon leaving I was still faced with this:
So I decided my best bet was to hightail it home before I had to dig out my poor car that was quietly getting buried in a parking lot in North Buffalo.
Friday, February 25, 2011
Weekend Homework
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| Image from here |
This weekend is our turn to play host as Aaron's parents come to Buffalo for his mom's birthday. Its always fun to act like a tourist in your home town. Get out there and enjoy your city.
- Get romantic with this swoon worthy engagement story.
- We all put on a couple of pounds this winter. Learn how to take them off quickly from your spring break photos.
- I don't think I'm quite this open-minded just yet. Would you be willing try out this new ice cream flavor?
- Reclaimed wood furniture, get in my house. I'll take one of each, please.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
House Hunting
Have an extra $700K floating around? Let's buy a piece of history in one of the most beautiful neighborhoods we have.
This house is located on Bidwell Parkway (designed by Frederick Olmsted- who you may know from lesser accomplishments, such as New York's Central Park, har har.) A lot of the houses in this area have been broken up into apartment buildings, but this house has thankfully survived a butchering. Let's have a tour, shall we?
The craftsmanship, oh my. I would sleep on that staircase landing every night. And the beautiful windows everywhere. And the fact that its been updated without compromising the integrity of the house. Beautiful. I hope whoever gets into this house next shows it the same respect....and can afford the heating bill.
This house is located on Bidwell Parkway (designed by Frederick Olmsted- who you may know from lesser accomplishments, such as New York's Central Park, har har.) A lot of the houses in this area have been broken up into apartment buildings, but this house has thankfully survived a butchering. Let's have a tour, shall we?
The craftsmanship, oh my. I would sleep on that staircase landing every night. And the beautiful windows everywhere. And the fact that its been updated without compromising the integrity of the house. Beautiful. I hope whoever gets into this house next shows it the same respect....and can afford the heating bill.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Dress for Work
I can't wait to go back to work. I love having a reason to get dressed in the morning, and I can't stop looking online at work clothes. Is business attire an acknowledged fetish yet?
Get me back in the game! I yearn for dressing up!
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| urban outfitters |
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| mod cloth |
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| urban outfitters |
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| bloomingdales |
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| nasty gal |
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| Michael Kors |
Get me back in the game! I yearn for dressing up!
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Interview-a-rama
After returning home from Rochester on Sunday, I had another e-mail waiting for me from the "They're Not" company. They had a cancellation and could see me Monday afternoon. Short notice (remind me to join this decade and get a phone that I can check my e-mail on) and the coarse e-mail exchange had me nervous about exploring this company further, but hey, saying no to interviews is just not something this unemployed lady does.
So I decided I was going to go in skeptical and completely honest about my experience and what I was looking for.
I still can't put on a menswear blazer without reciting lines from Annie Hall. Thanks, Diane Keaton.
Hey, snow, I just wanted to thank you because I sincerely love showing up at interviews with the bottom of my pants wet and salt stains on my shoes. Also, a note about those shoes. I don't have comfortable brown boots. Normally those pants get worn with a pair of heels. Although, I also don't have a pair of plain brown heels that I find acceptable (me and brown shoes clearly have a bad history together), so these pants typically get worn with white (faux) snakeskin pumps (oh yeah, I have a pair. And they're awesome. Don't judge.). But I wasn't sure how much this company would appreciate my experimental footwear, so I had to suck it up and wear these boots, AKA: Boots of Agony.
That line embedded in my pale leg is just from the drive to the interview, which was 20 minutes. Okay, I probably could have just worn taller socks, but I guess I'm just not that forward thinking.
I got to my 4:00pm interview about 20 minutes early:
So, I drove around until I was a more acceptable 10 minutes early. Contrary to my expectations set from the e-mail, the interviewer was very nice (jovial, even). And what followed was a record setting interview: Three hours. From 4:00-7:00pm. When I left, I had 5 missed calls and 7 text messages. Aaron and my friend that I was supposed to be meeting for dinner post interview were watching news reports for car crashes and preparing their routes to drive out there and look for my mangled body on the sides of the roads (not an exaggeration, that was actually their plan. I'm just thankful no one called the cops.).
But, about this interview. Definitely the most thorough explanation of a company, position, and expectations that I've experienced. And it was genuinely appreciated. It ended up being a position that I am interested in at a company that I could see myself working at. After an honest discussion with the interviewer about pretty much every scenario that could come up (remember, THREE HOURS), we concluded with already talking about salary and bringing me in to meet other people in the company that I would be working with. I should be getting a call or e-mail the end of the week to set up the actual time/date (I'll be sure to set aside a large chunk of time this side to not worry loved ones) for this meeting to take place. So we'll see what happens there.
I also have a different job interview this Wednesday at a non-profit foundation. I'm glad that things are starting to happen in this job search, I was starting to take note of the "Help Wanted" signs when I drove by Mighty Taco.
(And I did get my dinner finally at Amy's Place, a diner over in our University Heights District. You can get 99% of their meals made with seitan or tofu! And its delicious. And cheap. Followed by a much needed glass of wine at Shango.)
So I decided I was going to go in skeptical and completely honest about my experience and what I was looking for.
I still can't put on a menswear blazer without reciting lines from Annie Hall. Thanks, Diane Keaton.
Hey, snow, I just wanted to thank you because I sincerely love showing up at interviews with the bottom of my pants wet and salt stains on my shoes. Also, a note about those shoes. I don't have comfortable brown boots. Normally those pants get worn with a pair of heels. Although, I also don't have a pair of plain brown heels that I find acceptable (me and brown shoes clearly have a bad history together), so these pants typically get worn with white (faux) snakeskin pumps (oh yeah, I have a pair. And they're awesome. Don't judge.). But I wasn't sure how much this company would appreciate my experimental footwear, so I had to suck it up and wear these boots, AKA: Boots of Agony.
That line embedded in my pale leg is just from the drive to the interview, which was 20 minutes. Okay, I probably could have just worn taller socks, but I guess I'm just not that forward thinking.
I got to my 4:00pm interview about 20 minutes early:
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| Hey, there's my nephew! Hi, Jake! |
So, I drove around until I was a more acceptable 10 minutes early. Contrary to my expectations set from the e-mail, the interviewer was very nice (jovial, even). And what followed was a record setting interview: Three hours. From 4:00-7:00pm. When I left, I had 5 missed calls and 7 text messages. Aaron and my friend that I was supposed to be meeting for dinner post interview were watching news reports for car crashes and preparing their routes to drive out there and look for my mangled body on the sides of the roads (not an exaggeration, that was actually their plan. I'm just thankful no one called the cops.).
But, about this interview. Definitely the most thorough explanation of a company, position, and expectations that I've experienced. And it was genuinely appreciated. It ended up being a position that I am interested in at a company that I could see myself working at. After an honest discussion with the interviewer about pretty much every scenario that could come up (remember, THREE HOURS), we concluded with already talking about salary and bringing me in to meet other people in the company that I would be working with. I should be getting a call or e-mail the end of the week to set up the actual time/date (I'll be sure to set aside a large chunk of time this side to not worry loved ones) for this meeting to take place. So we'll see what happens there.
I also have a different job interview this Wednesday at a non-profit foundation. I'm glad that things are starting to happen in this job search, I was starting to take note of the "Help Wanted" signs when I drove by Mighty Taco.
(And I did get my dinner finally at Amy's Place, a diner over in our University Heights District. You can get 99% of their meals made with seitan or tofu! And its delicious. And cheap. Followed by a much needed glass of wine at Shango.)
Monday, February 21, 2011
Missing: Summer
First, before anything. If you ever happen to be in Rochester, NY go to the Owl House. That's an order.
We had a teeny taste of spring a couple of days ago, and then this bad boy appeared on our forecast for today:
Oh yeah, you're reading that right. Thundersnow. One word. One intense word. This winter is depressing. Let's have a pretend summer.
It has to be right around the corner, right? Coconut rum and sunburn, I'm waiting for you.
We had a teeny taste of spring a couple of days ago, and then this bad boy appeared on our forecast for today:
Oh yeah, you're reading that right. Thundersnow. One word. One intense word. This winter is depressing. Let's have a pretend summer.
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| http://citybiketampa.com |
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| http://artofgardeningbuffalo.blogspot.com |
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| http://www.screanews.us |
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| http://www.elpalaciocavite.com/ |
It has to be right around the corner, right? Coconut rum and sunburn, I'm waiting for you.
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