I got to the store at quarter to three, walked through the doors and noticed the manager walking by. "Courtney!?" He said when he saw me. I was surprised that he remembered me from when we met the day I brought my resume in. He told me I could have a seat next to the customer service area until they were ready for me.
While I waited, two guys were checking out at the customer service counter. They were having too much fun making fun of each other and I laughed at them. One guy asked me if I was security. I told him I wasn't, but that I was just there for an interview. He said that I could have the job, and that next time they came I would have to deal with them. It was funny. They were there for a while, and occasionally made comments in my direction, but it was really funny.
Eventually, the manager made his way back to me and we went into the office for my interview. It was kind of casual, but it went really well. He was really friendly and seemed to like all of the answers I gave him to his questions. He took a lot of notes and even said he could see me as a floor associate. When he was done with me, he told me that he wanted to introduce me to his boss. He wasn't sure if she was busy or not, but it turned out that she was free, and she had time to interview me herself.
The second interview went well too. She seemed to like what I had to say too. She asked me what my former coworkers would say about me. After talking vaguely, I told her that I met Walker through work, and she loved that. My coworkers must like me. She laughed a lot, so it was really good.
They have a bunch of interviews this week, but the manager said they want to hire someone pretty quickly, so I'm hoping that next week I'll have more news!
I'm still praying that this goes well, and I definitely appreciate your prayers too. :)
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Monday, July 30, 2012
It's just a job...
Prompt: "It was just a job..."
I have my first interview today, so I thought this prompt was appropriate.By first interview, I don't mean that this is my first interview in Macon, although it is. This if the first interview I've EVER had. I've had my share of jobs, I've just never ever had to interview for one. I was going through my resume thinking about it the other day...
My first real job was at Paramount's Carowinds theme park. For that job, I had to audition, not interview. I ended up doing a really bad audition and the people in charge of the character department came to me and asked if I would want to be a character instead of whatever job I had been auditioning for. It sounded fun, so I went with it. All I had to do was stand in a room while they took my measurements to make sure I was the right height for the costumes.
My second job was at Bridge Street Market at the Waters where I lived. Since my dad worked at the Waters, everyone already knew me, and my mom was the starting manager for the market, so I was a shoe in. That was the spring of my senior year of high school, and I kept that job until my sophomore year of college.
During my freshmen year, one of my roommates worked at a shop near the college and they needed someone to unpack and organize everything for their Christmas store, so she helped me get that job. I just talked to the owner and had the job. It didn't pay well at all, but I enjoyed it. I also had my job at the market at the same time, so my time outside of classes was split between those two jobs.
My junior year, I became a Resident Assistant, which paid well enough and got me room and board. Technically, I had an interview for that job, but it was with some of my favorite staff at the college, and I had a good relationship with them all, so I wasn't in the least bit nervous that they wouldn't think that I was right for the job. It was more like hanging out in the Hut at school than an interview. I also had an internship that year at First Methodist Church, I honestly don't remember how that came about, but I think I just applied for it. My adviser at school encouraged me to do it, so he must have given me a recommendation for it.
My next job started in the fall of 2010, which was my senior year. It was at Nancy's Italian Ice. My friend called me and asked if I was free to work one night because they were catering a barmitzvah or something and they needed an extra person. After that, I was hired as the baker and eventually gained the title of shift supervisor. I kept that job until January of this year.
Last fall I volunteered as the Chaplain's Assistant at Huntingdon. I met with Brian before he presented the job and job description to the administration, but it wasn't really an interview either.
Sooo...at three o'clock today, I am off on a new adventure of interviewing for a new job. I'm more excited about this opportunity than I am nervous, but I have a feeling that if you asked me if I was nervous at 2:45, I will be.
I've spent the morning reading interview questions online and thinking of my answers. I also found a site that has some of the most ridiculous interview questions ever asked, and I'm not sure if I'm prepared for those, but I'll take it. In the end, every job is just a job, no matter where you are. The most important thing is what your motivation is for working, your work ethic, and your attitude. If you only do the bare minimum just to earn your pay, you'll never be satisfied with any job, but if your motivation to work hard is simply to glorify God, and a pay check just pays the bills, any job is good enough.
I have my first interview today, so I thought this prompt was appropriate.By first interview, I don't mean that this is my first interview in Macon, although it is. This if the first interview I've EVER had. I've had my share of jobs, I've just never ever had to interview for one. I was going through my resume thinking about it the other day...
My first real job was at Paramount's Carowinds theme park. For that job, I had to audition, not interview. I ended up doing a really bad audition and the people in charge of the character department came to me and asked if I would want to be a character instead of whatever job I had been auditioning for. It sounded fun, so I went with it. All I had to do was stand in a room while they took my measurements to make sure I was the right height for the costumes.
My second job was at Bridge Street Market at the Waters where I lived. Since my dad worked at the Waters, everyone already knew me, and my mom was the starting manager for the market, so I was a shoe in. That was the spring of my senior year of high school, and I kept that job until my sophomore year of college.
During my freshmen year, one of my roommates worked at a shop near the college and they needed someone to unpack and organize everything for their Christmas store, so she helped me get that job. I just talked to the owner and had the job. It didn't pay well at all, but I enjoyed it. I also had my job at the market at the same time, so my time outside of classes was split between those two jobs.
My junior year, I became a Resident Assistant, which paid well enough and got me room and board. Technically, I had an interview for that job, but it was with some of my favorite staff at the college, and I had a good relationship with them all, so I wasn't in the least bit nervous that they wouldn't think that I was right for the job. It was more like hanging out in the Hut at school than an interview. I also had an internship that year at First Methodist Church, I honestly don't remember how that came about, but I think I just applied for it. My adviser at school encouraged me to do it, so he must have given me a recommendation for it.
My next job started in the fall of 2010, which was my senior year. It was at Nancy's Italian Ice. My friend called me and asked if I was free to work one night because they were catering a barmitzvah or something and they needed an extra person. After that, I was hired as the baker and eventually gained the title of shift supervisor. I kept that job until January of this year.
Last fall I volunteered as the Chaplain's Assistant at Huntingdon. I met with Brian before he presented the job and job description to the administration, but it wasn't really an interview either.
Sooo...at three o'clock today, I am off on a new adventure of interviewing for a new job. I'm more excited about this opportunity than I am nervous, but I have a feeling that if you asked me if I was nervous at 2:45, I will be.
I've spent the morning reading interview questions online and thinking of my answers. I also found a site that has some of the most ridiculous interview questions ever asked, and I'm not sure if I'm prepared for those, but I'll take it. In the end, every job is just a job, no matter where you are. The most important thing is what your motivation is for working, your work ethic, and your attitude. If you only do the bare minimum just to earn your pay, you'll never be satisfied with any job, but if your motivation to work hard is simply to glorify God, and a pay check just pays the bills, any job is good enough.
Sunday, July 29, 2012
A little prompted writing resolution
It's not January first, but there's no time like the present to make a resolution, right?! I was on the phone with my mother the other day and she mentioned that this transition to a new city, starting a new job (hopefully!), and having my own place is like starting a new year. And so, with this new start in my life, I am making a resolution to blog EVERYDAY. I found a five year journalism prompt online, and I plan to use a prompt everyday to get me started. I'm not promising anything as poetic as my brother but I will continue to post pictures and tell you about the crazy things that God puts in my life.
So, here goes nothin'!
Prompt: "What was that noise?!"
Last night, after I got home from my boyfriend's twin brother's wedding, I had a terrible migraine. With the suggestion from a friend, I was laying on the couch in my living room with an ice pack under the base of my neck and a cold rag over my eyes. It was late and dark outside, and all the lights were out in my apartment. I live in a house with several other tenants, so there is always other noise somewhere in the house, but last night it was quiet. I heard a little rustling from across the living room, but I didn't think much of it at first. I moved the cloth from my eyes and looked in the direction I thought the sound came from. A roach was crawling across a chair, and it was so quiet that I could hear its legs on the fabric.
Now, I am not a prissy little girl; I have fought my battles, played with snakes, lizards, mice and spiders. I love camping and everything outdoors, except hunting maybe. I am not afraid of getting dirty. HOWEVER, I do not on any occasion enjoy crossing paths with roaches. They are huge bugs that jump and fly and run faster than you might expect. They are known to carry over 33 diseases. They NEVER DIE.
So, after sighting this creature, I jumped up and ran to the kitchen where I expected to find something that might kill it without me having to get very close to the thing. The only thing I could come up with was multipurpose spray cleaner. So, here I am walking slowly back into the living room, spray bottle in hand, creeping in search of the gross little thing because God only knows where it could have gone when I left the room.
Standing with my back to the wall, trigger ready, I survey the room and see nothing. Thinking that I'll never sleep, much less sit back on the couch in my apartment again until this thing was dead, I did what every smart, desperate girl would do. I texted my boyfriend. To my surprise he was awake at 1AM and volunteered to drive to my apartment, through two road stops, just to kill a stupid roach.
When Walker arrived, I was still standing with my back to the wall, spay bottle in my hand. I was sure that as soon as I surrendered, the thing would suddenly appear two inches from me, ready to pounce. I explained that the thing must be under the couch because I had looked everywhere from my stationary position by the door. Walker got down on his knees, pistol in hand (a real gun, this time, not the spray bottle), and used his fancy gun light to look under the couch. It wasn't there.
He kept looking, and a minute later he found it on its back (not quite dead yet) next to the couch. I threw him a roll of paper towels, and he grabbed it, smooshed it and threw it in the trash can!
This event has made me very thankful for the bug man who came a couple weeks ago and sprayed my apartment (thus, the roach's nearly dead nature by the time Walker got here). It also made me very thankful for my fearless hero and boyfriend who will save me from creepy crawly things that freak me out, even in the middle of the night.
I thought about putting a picture of a roach on this post, but I wouldn't read it if there was a picture of one, so I'm saving you from that pain. :)
So, here goes nothin'!
Prompt: "What was that noise?!"
Last night, after I got home from my boyfriend's twin brother's wedding, I had a terrible migraine. With the suggestion from a friend, I was laying on the couch in my living room with an ice pack under the base of my neck and a cold rag over my eyes. It was late and dark outside, and all the lights were out in my apartment. I live in a house with several other tenants, so there is always other noise somewhere in the house, but last night it was quiet. I heard a little rustling from across the living room, but I didn't think much of it at first. I moved the cloth from my eyes and looked in the direction I thought the sound came from. A roach was crawling across a chair, and it was so quiet that I could hear its legs on the fabric.
Now, I am not a prissy little girl; I have fought my battles, played with snakes, lizards, mice and spiders. I love camping and everything outdoors, except hunting maybe. I am not afraid of getting dirty. HOWEVER, I do not on any occasion enjoy crossing paths with roaches. They are huge bugs that jump and fly and run faster than you might expect. They are known to carry over 33 diseases. They NEVER DIE.
So, after sighting this creature, I jumped up and ran to the kitchen where I expected to find something that might kill it without me having to get very close to the thing. The only thing I could come up with was multipurpose spray cleaner. So, here I am walking slowly back into the living room, spray bottle in hand, creeping in search of the gross little thing because God only knows where it could have gone when I left the room.
Standing with my back to the wall, trigger ready, I survey the room and see nothing. Thinking that I'll never sleep, much less sit back on the couch in my apartment again until this thing was dead, I did what every smart, desperate girl would do. I texted my boyfriend. To my surprise he was awake at 1AM and volunteered to drive to my apartment, through two road stops, just to kill a stupid roach.
When Walker arrived, I was still standing with my back to the wall, spay bottle in my hand. I was sure that as soon as I surrendered, the thing would suddenly appear two inches from me, ready to pounce. I explained that the thing must be under the couch because I had looked everywhere from my stationary position by the door. Walker got down on his knees, pistol in hand (a real gun, this time, not the spray bottle), and used his fancy gun light to look under the couch. It wasn't there.
He kept looking, and a minute later he found it on its back (not quite dead yet) next to the couch. I threw him a roll of paper towels, and he grabbed it, smooshed it and threw it in the trash can!
This event has made me very thankful for the bug man who came a couple weeks ago and sprayed my apartment (thus, the roach's nearly dead nature by the time Walker got here). It also made me very thankful for my fearless hero and boyfriend who will save me from creepy crawly things that freak me out, even in the middle of the night.
I thought about putting a picture of a roach on this post, but I wouldn't read it if there was a picture of one, so I'm saving you from that pain. :)
Monday, July 23, 2012
Keeping Myself Busy
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I had been looking to art to put in my bathroom, or at least a piece of scripture that I wanted to see in there everyday. This was one of my daily scripture readings last week, and I thought it was appropriate for the bathroom, haha. We can wash our bodies and never really be clean until we tell Him to wash us and make us pure again. This is not to say that showers are not necessary though!
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I'm trying to keep up with all the places I've send applications to...this was my list as of last week. It's already grown a little bit since then. I'm pretty excited about some of the jobs I've applied for, I'm just getting really anxious about people getting back to me. Waiting is the hardest part.
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Walker knows me well enough to know that I've been on the verge of going stir crazy in my apartment since I have no job...so he bought me this coffee table so I could put it together! An hour later and I had it built, until I realized that the top was not very pretty, so we took it back and I got to do it all over again. It's been really handy, and it looks good!
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I returned a dress that mom bought me at target so that I could get some groceries (yes, that is what it has come down to), and I got this cute little shelf too. I started to feel really handy building things and hanging things, it was kind of fun for me, plus it cleared up some counter space!
Other than job hunting and drinking coffee to use the local coffee shop's internet access, that's pretty much all I've been up to...I'm praying that I'll hear something soon from any one of the places that I've applied to. It would be really nice to be able to afford rent!
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Movin on Up...
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I officially live in Georgia, and so does all my crap! I spent the first week here sleeping on the floor or the couch that my wonderful boyfriend bought for me. A week later, with the help of Walker and my mother, my bed and all my other stuff made it. We spent two days unpacking and organizing, and it was totally worth it. Mom even bought me a ton of stuff that I didn't have like laundry detergent, light bulbs, a trash can, curtains....well tons of stuff. It was fun :)
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On either side of the fire place in the living room, there are these cute little nooks that have new life! One has a comfy chair and my record player (too bad I forgot to bring my records!) and the other side has a cute little pub set that I got from Biglots! I love me a good deal (thanks to Walker!)
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This is the door to the apartment that goes out to a common hall where everyone parks their bikes. (there's a picture coming...just wait for the carpet!)
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Behind the couch :)
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the tv and the amazing windows
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The hall to the kitchen and the bedrom
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kitchen
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the hallway...with teal carpet! and my lovely specialized bike :)
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I parked my car on the street in front of the house and this is what I opened my door to see on the sidewalk...haha
So...thats it! You'll have to visit me to see the rest :)
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