The very day after writing a guest post on the lovely Alexandra's blog (The Tsaritsa Sez) where I ranted about the job market, I was bombarded with phone calls while at my temp gig. The best one started as a frantic email via CareerBuilder from another temp agency, looking to place someone at a law firm. The catch: the candidate had to have data entry experience (check)...and French/German knowledge. (Check and check.) I meet with her the next day, with my resume and a letter to the law firm explaining why I was the best for the job. Then this past Tuesday I had my first REAL interview ever. Matching suit, all that jazz. Passed the typing tests with flying colors, and loved my interviewers. Lo and behold, 3 hours later, they called my girl at the agency to say they wanted me. HOLY CRAP.
I can finally say I have "a big girl job"; no more temping. Thank goodness. I half-joked that it's rare to find a job that requires French and/or German, especially in the Philly area - as every other listing I've seen that wants somebody with foreign language knowledge requires Spanish, Mandarin, or, most recently, Arabic. While this may not be in the arts, it's using that part of my brain that hasn't been exercised in a long time...at least not in a paid environment. (There is an ulterior motive for wanting this as well: big international law firm, so I can try to weasel my way into trips abroad. I can easily see myself saying "Do you need me to do anything at the Paris office? Brussels? Munich? LONDON? ANYTHING?!")
Also, I may have found a guy to satisfy all my "4 S's" (Smart, Silly, Sane, Sexy). When I wasn't looking. You were ALL right about that fact of dating. You can all commence the "I told you so!" mantra now.
