Apple? For REAL?! =D

Last week I got invited to a recruiting seminar for Apple. It was very exciting for me because I've applied to work at dozens of Apple stores, and never has anything come from it. Nothing, nothing at all - even though I would love to work there and would fit in so perfectly and make tons of sales and love the product and talk to everyone and be the most amazing specialist ever....

[Gasp for breath]

And anyone who's ever applied to work for Apple knows they are notoriously difficult to land a job with - they are coveted positions. Statistically speaking, its more difficult to get a job in Apple than it is to get into an Ivy League school. So you can understand why something even as vague as an invitation to a recruitment seminar made me feel all giddy with excitement every time I thought about it.

For days preceding the seminar, my life went something like this: I'd get up, go about my business, start chores [usually not finishing them], and get distracted on the internet. Inevitably something would come up that would make me remember the seminar, and suddenly I'd be grinning like a Cheshire cat at the thought of my upcoming Meeting of Awesomeness.

I kind of expected there to be a small mob of people there. In fact, I don't really know what I was expecting. Part of me was like "omigodajobthingatApple!" But I'm trying to be sensible and realistic, so instead I was like "I'm going to own the shit out of that seminar!". Containing your hopes to realistic-excited, and not the getting-my-hopes-up-excited is so hard to do when you're staring a career dream in the face. Its got a really nice face too, that looks something like this:

And that is the shape of my dreams. Do you see why I have a hard time containing my excitement to levels of normalcy?!

Of course, the seminar was nothing like that. It looked more like this:

Yes, we role-played. And we were required to spend 10 minutes goofing around with technology. Fireworks and bacon? no. Really kick-ass anyway? Hellz yes.

And the best part? 24 hours later, I got an email asking me to come in for a real interview. XD
I was so happy I spent the next few minutes dancing to "Celebration" in my underwear.
Hey, you gotta find some way to make it special, right?

Words in my head

Sometimes I feel like I have so many words flying around in my head, that if they were to go round just a little faster my skull would turn into a sort of linguistic version of a particle collider. If it wasn't for my ability to get the thoughts out of my head and on paper, Switzerland and the Hadron project might find themselves abandoned as I sucked up all their funding, and scientists rushed to study my head instead of looking for Higgs boson.

But fortunately for everyone, they get to keep playing NASCAR with bits of matter, and I get to write stuff instead of being prodded by scientists. Now, if instead of pimping my head as a word-collider, I could get funded for writing, I would be intensely happy with the world.  And I could afford to buy delicious cupcakes every morning for breakfast. <3 And maybe pay my rent on time.

I moved to Boston from Virginia about two months ago. I needed a change of pace, to start a new chapter in life. I'd been on little visits to Boston before and it seemed perfect... So I packed my car, put the cat in the passenger seat, and 10 hours later.... tada! New apartment, new people, fresh starts. It was pretty cool and exciting and stuff.

But then it got kind of not cool. I basically knew 4 people in the state, only one of whom I was really friends with, in any sense of the word, so I've been a bit lonely. I got a job super fast though, but it didn't last long. Neither did the next job. I don't know how, but I have a talent for finding psychotic female bosses. Insert a couple jobless, anxious weeks here: ______, and that brings us to now. I've got a new job, but so new that I still haven't received a paycheck. And I'm basically broke.  But I do know more than 4 people!

Here are some awesome things about Boston:
It is fairly small for a big city. Easy to learn to drive in, and super walkable. And it has these cute little beaches. You're just walking around a neighborhood and then bam! you're on a beach.
Port cities are always cool. Lots of cultures, and that means lots of cool stores, and delicious food. Like Irish bakeries where the cashier girls have attitude and the cupcakes are amazing...

I live just round the corner from that bakery. I went in looking for a cupcake, because at 1am that morning I had this sudden craving for cupcakes, and by 3pm eating one had become crucial to my immediate survival.  So I bought this huge cupcake. It was just plain old vanilla cake, but it had a piece cut out of the top, and this little crater was filled with strawberry preserves and whipped cream... and then had the cut out bit of cake stuck back on top! It was a beautiful thing. But it also cost me $2.75.

But life is good. Sometimes the mere fact that you are living in a place that sells amazing cupcakes, has beaches right along the road, has good music, good food, and good people... sometimes that makes up for the fact that you can't afford any of it yet. I mean, you're living in Boston! And it's one helluva cool place.