Wednesday, December 14, 2011

UPDATE: New Location

October sometime, 2011

Well, I just glanced at my last post that made me realize it has been almost exactly 3 months since I started feeling like I needed to move.  Guess what?  I've been in Boston for a month already!  Crazy, right?!  I think it's pretty insane, and I couldn't be happier about my move.  Well perhaps that isn't 100% true, even though they say money doesn't bring happiness or buy love, you need money to pay rent so having a job would be nice.

My first two weeks here I was super stressed about work.  (Just ask any of my four roommates, it was pretty much the only thing I ever talked about.)  Then on day I finally got called in for an interview.  I left the house about an hour before the interview to give myself time since the office I was going to is across town from where I live.  As I was riding the T (subway) and counting the stops I realized after multiple glances at my watch that there was no way I was going to make it on time.  By the time the train pulled in to my stop (the end of the line of course) it was about 20 minutes after my interview was supposed to start.  I ran off the train and down the stairs to the exit while pulling up the directions from the station to the office on my phone.  "It's only about a five minute walk."  I start walking and trying to decipher the directions, which were not crystal clear, and have walked about 15 minutes before I decide I have gone in the wrong direction.  I was so frustrated!  So now I have to walk back those 15 minutes again and the original 5 from the station.

I knew there was nothing I could do but go to the office and apologize profusely for being late, thank them for their consideration of my application, and then leave the office.  As I walked in the doors and introduced myself the receptionist asked questions like why I was late and why I didn't call.  Very valid questions.  I told her as best I could between my short breath and my almost boiling over emotions that I was new in the Boston area, lived across town, and didn't realize it would take so long.  She then told me to have a seat and she would go see if a manager was available to talk to me.  It took me by complete surprise!  I was an hour late to the interview, and they were going to let me go in any way!?  Wow!  When the manager came out she was very nice and overheard parts of the conversation I was having with the receptionist about where I'm from and what I'm doing in Boston.  Back in the office for the interview I lost it again and started crying, but was able to pull myself together and have what I thought was a fairly successful interview.  She told me that they were interviewing about 50 candidates, but they would be done by about 2 pm that day (about an hour and a half from then) and if I heard a call then I would make it in to the second of three interviews.  I thanked her for her time as I thought to myself that I would never see her again after walking out the door.

When I got home after what seemed to be the longest ride of my life because I was kicking myself for ruining such a great opportunity, my cell phone rang.  It was 1:59 pm and the unthinkable happened.  I was called in for a second interview!  I have no idea what they saw on my resume or in me that convinced them that this girl who has the balls to show up an hour late to an interview was someone they wanted back...

I went back the next day and found out that my interview was actually a day following around a rep and watching her do her job.  Her name is Amy and she was super friendly!  The whole time we walked around we just got to know each other and talked about life, our backgrounds, our families, interests, hobbies, and occasionally we'd throw work related things into the mix.  It was kind of funny though because it made me feel like I was on a mission, two girls walking door to door...  All that was missing was the name tags and the fact that she's not LDS.  By the end of the day I felt like I was on a mission again, that was definitely the most walking I've done since my mission, but we went back to the office so that I could meet with one of the supervisors again.  Danielle, the supervisor, asked me a few questions on my own and then pulled Amy in to the office.  She asked me a few more questions, had Amy give some feed back and then she offered me a job.  Yeah, just like that!  It totally caught me off guard!  Before I knew it I was shaking hands with both of them and accepting the job.  Hallelujah!  I have work!

December 14, 2011

I suppose it's about time that I update my blog.  This will be short and sweet... hopefully!

The job mentioned about lasted less than a week I think.  I walked around for three days with people trying to sell Verizon FiOS, not a fun job.  After I quit I wondered if it was a good idea seeing as how I didn't really have any other leads for work and I needed to make money quick.  It was also hard because Amy was super nice and she actually had a bunch of questions about why I went on a mission and it just seemed like it would have been such a good missionary experience.

Not horribly long after that I got work as a (very) part time nanny and had a few other babysitting jobs so that made me not worry quite as much.  I still wasn't making rent, but luckily I have amazing parents who have been helping me.  About a month ago I got a job working at a tele-fundraising company close by.  At first I didn't think it was going to be so bad because I've worked in call centers before... piece of cake.  Or so I thought.  I don't like it!  We raise money mostly for political campaigns and since the way people campaign drives me nuts with all the mud-slinging and name calling it's really hard for me to coerce people to cough up the dough.  (English is so strange!  How does any one learn this language?!)

On a happier note, I have four of the most wonderful roommates a person could dream for!  When I was still in the planning stages of moving to Boston and I heard that five girls share this house I was hesitant, but it just felt so right to do it...  I think the only decision I've loved more than this was my decision to go on a mission.  Honestly, they each have amazing qualities that I hope to emulate one day.

This is about where I stand right now.  I was recommended for a nanny position (but it's live-in most likely:-( ) and then today one of my cousins tells me that she found me a job using Cebuano...  too bad it's back in Salt Lake City.  Oh the decisions!

Perhaps since I don't keep a journal I should be better about keeping this blog up to date.  We'll see how things go.