Friday, Apr. 30, 2004 - 5:23 p.m.
Yesterday was my first official job interview, and today is my last day of work.
The job interview was interesting. I dressed myself up in slacks and a green and black striped shirt, complete with dress cloths. Suddenly I looked all professional, but retained a sense of me. I headed to the city and found the office building.
The building must have housed a talent scout or something because there were tons of parents with kids going up to a different floor. It was sort of cute, and sort of sad in a desperate kind of way.
I had gotten ready at a friends house. Kristin and Dennis, people I'm luck to have met, gave me pointers and let me borrow a bag and generally made me feel more confident.
Walking through the city and riding the subway I kept getting asked for directions. I couldn't help but notice how my dress influenced how people saw me.
the interview itself was ok. It was for a magazine called New York Moves (newyorkmoves.com). The publisher told me that they were looking for, basically, a New Yorker. That they wanted someone that was aware of the city and familiar with it's nuances. and I have never lived there and I live in Congers. That's not me.
But she did say that she liked my energy and my qualifications and that under other circumstances she'd probably hire me. She seemed sincere, so I feel pretty confident.
I don't think it's often that you can leave an interview, knowing you didn't get the job, and feel good about yourself for it. but i did.
And today is my last day at work. Actually the only reason I haven't left yet is because I'm writing this.
It's been weird.
Not bad, just weird. A couple of people came around to tell me goodbye after I sent my farewell letter to the company. Several of them didn't know that I was leaving.
Some of my friends took me to lunch. One of my friends/editors asked what I was doing this weekend because he wanted take me out and couldn't today because this is also the last day for the editorial director, who's been there for years longer than me.
Several people have said nice things and offered their help. I can honestly say that I'm leaving on a good note, for me.
I went through a couple weeks of a kind of depressed state. I got over it. I was angry for a while. Now I'm ok. A little sad.
It's weird leaving. But I think it's time to go.
