Job Hunting

So, Piper gets an awesome job. She’s stuck in the basement of the building with the other designers, but she seems really happy—dark and perhaps vampire-ish, but happy. She keeps rooting for Clark and me to find jobs quick. I, in turn, keep pushing Step-on-me to hire someone, but she keeps saying that she doesn’t have time right now. You know, I’m trying to not TOTALLY screw her over, but she can’t say I didn’t warn her.

I had another interview last week before Thanksgiving break. The facility is actually right across the road from ICE and it’s still within their parent company, so I’d be keeping my benefits and just be getting a promotion. I’d still be parking at the same location and everything. It would be really nice if everything worked out.

The interview went rather well, I think. The lady seemed very impressed with everything I had to say. I have done or could do everything that she mentioned. I’ve got my second interview with everyone at the business today and (presuming all goes well) they want to give an offer by Friday.

Because of ICE corrupting my mind and constantly enforcing that designers and liking/enjoying creativity being one of the 7 ICE deadly sins, I was a little awkward in the interview.

(interviewer)
“Do you like being creative and doing creative things?”

(colourmist)
“Well, uh, kinda, it depends if..” looks at interviewer, “if time permits that, I am capable of doing design and that is what I do now… I’m just looking for more responsibility.”

(interviewer)
“But do you like doing graphic design, because we could really need another person to help out...”

(colourmist)
“Oh yeah! Totally. I’ve got a portfolio. Would you like me to drop off some samples some time next week?”

(interviewer)
Very excited: “Yes! I’d love to see some samples. Do you have any other hobbies?”

(colourmist)
“Well, I, uh, illustrate, knit, scrapbook, make jewelry, read…”

(interviewer)
“What type of illustration do you do?”

(colourmist)
“Inks, pencils, color on the computer, mostly sketches of people or nature, some caricatures, cartoons…”

Why is it that everyone I interview with LOVES the fact that I am creative except ICE? Does that make sense? I feel like a beaten dog when I try to talk about being creative. Don’t hurt me because I’m creative. I can’t prevent what nature intended me to do. Trust me, I’ve tried.

The interviewer was very excited about everything I said, but was kind of upset about the position. Its entry level and she mentioned that multiple times throughout the interview. I KNOW its entry level. I know that I put that I’m a graphic designer on my resume. I don’t get paid like a graphic designer though. I’m wondering if she knows this.

Of course, it’s not like she couldn’t just look up my salary online. It’s a published document.

The office is very cozy, kind of reminds me of a library. It has cubicles, but everything seems very warm and homey. Not cold and sterile like most cube offices. Well, and the walls are real. I’m very excited about meeting everyone and I hope all goes well.

As usual, at the end of every interview I feel like clinging to the interviewer’s legs and crying. “PLEASE don’t make me go back!! Please!! You don’t know what it’s like over there!” Sadly, I fear this wouldn’t go over well and I wouldn’t get a second interview. So I merely try to put on a chipper face and head back to ICE.

I always have the themesong of the Republic/Empire (star wars) going on in my head when I walk to the ICE building. *sigh*