Computerlove™

March 26th, 2007

Calm like a balm.

I spent Saturday collecting some work that I had on my PC, and mounting it into a portfolio. Not as impressive as my hand made book idea, but unfortunately time did not permit. I got to sleep last night at like two. I set my alarm for six. I got up and finished typing up the cover letter, Put on a suit, and went to the printers. Twenty minutes later, portfolio, and resume in hand, I drove to the office. I don't know why this happens, and I'm sure it's most people, not just me. I started to get nervous. Why? There was really no reason to be nervous. Seeing as this wasn't even an interview, I was just going to drop this stuff off and hopefully shake a few hands, collect a business card etc. Anyway, I go inside and see a gentleman heading downstairs. There's a short flight of stairs heading up, and one heading down, I begin to go upstairs, then I turn around and ask the man where the place is. He kindly redirects my walkings. He takes me to a room where someone is standing with one hand in their pocket, making a cappuccino. Introduces me, and then goes on his way. It is at this point that I am offered a delicious frothy caffinated beverage. I accept. Much to my surprise, this man (who I would later learn to be Da Boss) is not only happy to take a look at my portfolio, he has time for an interview. well lucky me, I'd much rather get down to business right now rather than wait a week for a not phone call. He excuses himself to takeoff down the hall for a minute. I turn around and begin perusing the DVD cases on the wall. Completed projects and training videos they've put together, neat. He swiftly returns and introduces me to another kind man, who looked only a few years older than myself, and we headed down the hall to the meeting room. By this time I'm getting pretty excited. I tend not to get excited about the things I'm supposed to, but I was excited about this. We sit down in the meeting room, and the young guy sits across from me with his notepad and pen. They take a look at my portfolio, and Da Boss asks some questions. I managed to sip my frothy beverage, and maintain my composure. I mean, in any other situation, I wouldn't be nervous, but just the fact that this is a job interview makes it an entire different scene. We finished our little talky, and head back to the main room where Da Boss showed me some work that had been completed by the team there. After he finished, I asked for a card, shook his hand for the third time, (as well as the other dude) and went on my way. Now I knew that I needed to go up some stairs, but I didn't know where they were located. So I asked the nearest human, and he was kind enough to show me. I left the building feeling glad.They had told me that they would give me a call once they made their decision. He "Da Boss" (yes I know his actual name but this is more fun) seemed impressed, said something about me being 'beyond my years' which I can only assume means that i present myself well for someone who is only 23. They thanked me for not including any schoolwork in my portfolio, and said they got a pretty good feel for my skill level. Suite. I got into my car, pulled out of the parking lot, and onto the road. I drive home, changed out of my suit, and into my normal, unimpressive plain, 'don't pay attention to me, I am just another normal human' clothes, and headed back to school. On the walk back to school I realized that I left the vessel for my frothy beverage, in the meeting room. "Oh dear", I thought, I hope that they aren't huddled around it right now discussing how rude I am. How they don't hire slobs, and that if that kid can't even have the decency to pick up his mug and put it back in the sink after enjoying a tasty hot bevvy, then he must be an idiot. I thought about this for a while, and decided that if one empty coffee cup is enough to sway some ones idea of whether or not to hire me, then I'll have to get a job somewhere else. I just thought it was funny how closely scrutinized my every movement was. How when people do something like a job interview, they want to seem perfect, and awesome, and perfectly awesome. Which none of us are. It's a shame I can't go into those situations as relaxed as if I'm going to my friends house to drink a couple beers. Time and a place I guess. On to the next thing to worry about, the phone call.