My Hunt for a Job

HELP! Ally of the great cushy government job of 10 years has just been undeniably thrown to the wolves of corporate America. Rawr! I feel like running into a dark padded room and hiding.

OK so far I've been on 3 interviews. Well 4 if you count the interview with the recruiter, a recruiter who has, in 7 months landed me *one* interview. Nothing like a little NO INTERVIEWS FOR YOU to put your self esteem and self worth into a tailspin. I should have known when she started making excuses for herself NOT being able to find jobs because since 9/11 they just aren't out there. WHATEVER.

Interview #1
Visuals: Black Tahari Suit, Jones New York Collar Shirt, Black Nine West Shoes
Company: Religious Based - Foundation type company seeks trainer
Result: I was the PERFECT candidate. The NUMBER ONE choice was the feedback...However I just didn't seem EXCITED about the Foundation.
Ally's thought: huh? I'm like over enthusiastic about everything. Its gross. OK maybe they had never heard of the little church I go to...and maybe I DID tell them I really didn't feel "Called by God" to serve them. But really, what would God think if I had LIED?
Final assessment: Don't lie to the big G man for any job.


Interview #2
Visuals: Black Tahari Suit, Jones New York Collar Shirt, Black Nine West Shoes
Company: Government IS Dept seeks Analyst
Result: Asked me questions about urban planning.
Ally's thought: Did I really really say "I am more of an interactive participant in the IT area. I translate from the programmers to the end user complicated issues in a way they can understand. I would not be happy doing data extracts all da...bleh bleh bleh" and they say this job is doing just that.
Final assessment: Shut up and tell them you don't want the job AFTER they offer it to you.

Interview #3
Visuals: Black Tahari Suit, Jones New York Collar Shirt, Black Nine West Shoes / Presentation: John Meyer Suit (pants) with Franco shoes
Company: Data Processing Company seeks trainer
Result: Interview went awesome. They had found me on Career Builder. Woohoo! In the middle of the interview, "Alyson I am really impressed with you...bleh bleh bleh...lets go ahead and schedule you to do a presentation...(great get to be all hyped up for THAT)" The presentation goes awesome. HELLO THEY APPLAUDED!
Final assessment: Yesterday I get a call -- um ya you suck you didn't get the job. OUCH. NO way. Are you sure you got the right person? You called me remember?

For the love.

So I'm incredibly frustrated. I know only 3 interviews -- big deal. I just feel like this should be somewhat easier. I know it wasn't my job to have...where is the job I was meant to have. Is there some secret to finding a job that makes you happy?

Remember: Its all about the shoes.

My Lunch Crew

Ok I wish you knew the people I call the "Lunch Crew." We always have the best time at lunch and certainly laugh a lot. I should have been blogging all the funny things we do and say at lunch simply because its good comedy!

First there is Brandy. I like to call her Golfer Barbie. She's quiet and reserved but funny and very smart. Once you get to know her, quiet and reserved pretty much goes out the window. Oh ya and she plays golf.

Then there is Laura. I call her Harley Barbie -- but Dion has renamed her LH...for Lawson Hottie. She is very cute and very outgoing and just fun. The only thing is she says that I eat bland food. She eats wierd crap -- half of it you couldn't buy at Kroger...so back off!

Next we have Barbara. I shall refer to her as Ginger Altoid. Sounds like a porn name doesn't it? HAHAHAH She loves Ginger Altoids! Barbara is from NY and I like to say words like she does. Computah! :) She hates me inside I'm sure of it.

Jondale is the quiet one. But he will forever be known and Blondale. GingerAltoid can never get names right and she said -- did someone ask Blondale if he's coming (to lunch)? So -- Blondale it is. Exotic dessert or computer programmer? You decide.

Last but not least is our dear sweet Dion. I call him Dionna (that is his sensitive side). Dion is very conservative but funny. He is the tallest skinniest guy but eats like -- like no one I have ever seen. If you have leftovers keep picking at them with your fork and then quickly ask for a box if that was your thinking. He will eat it. I swear.

OK now you've been formally introduced to the lunch crew. Well there is me. But I don't have a nickname. Just Ally :). More lunch time stories after these messages.


Remember: Just when you thought all hope was lost on the TLTDaM I shock you! Woot!