Through no (recent) work on my part, it looks like my dream of finding a new job by graduation is actually coming true.
It all started on Monday, when my employer held its annual student career fair. I was visiting with an alumnus, "Dr. Job," who owns an analytical laboratory in Indianapolis. I've interviewed Dr. Job several times over the last three years and knew him well enough to stop by his booth for some chit-chat. Our conversation included him asking me about my plans after receiving my master's degree. I told him I wasn't sure but was interested in working for a smaller company, as I liked the personal contact between employees.
"Well," he asked, "how would you like to come work for me?" and proceeded to say that his company has been expanding and he needs help with proposal writing, newsletter writing, and the like and that he's had me in mind for a long time. The position would be new; I could start whenever I was ready.
Great news, right? So I had lunch with Luke that day and told him all about it. When I returned, one of my co-workers said that he bumped into Dr. Job and was deluged with a bunch of questions about my work performance. I also spoke to our career development director, who had a similar encounter. The day climaxed when Dr. Job interrupted a meeting I was in WITH MY CURRENT BOSS to talk more about the position. She skidaddled, and then it was just the two of us.
"So," said Dr. Job. "I've been asking around about you today."
"Really? You don't say."
"Oh, yes. Everyone's been very impressed with you, and I think you'd be a great fit for us."
To make a longer story shorter, I'll be making a trip to Indianapolis on April Fool's Day to meet with his team and iron out some details. Judging by his language, the job is mine if I want it, and by the end of Monday, I had decided that unless he offers me minimum wage and slave-labor hours, I'm taking it. I never considered working in Indianapolis, as it would place me farther away from my family and friends in the Chicagoland area, but how exciting to be in a place ALL MINE. Picture it: malls and chain restaurants in the same zip code! I could get a dog! Buy a couch that wasn't from the 1970s! And I could enjoy it all in a great apartment (or condo, if the price is right) while being done with school FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE. I can barely contain myself. Hopefully he won't end our visit by tweaking my nose and shouting "April Fools!"
It's going to be a long week and a half.
Hopefully, nobody's visit ever ends like that.
Posted by: Luke | March 25, 2005 at 12:28 PM
Oh my........think how close you will be to little Anna.
Aunt Ruthie
Posted by: Anonymous | March 25, 2005 at 01:52 PM
But you should know that Indianapolis has more than 60 separate accepted zip codes (no foolin', look it up!), so not all of that stuff you want may actually be within the same zip code.
Posted by: Anonymous | March 25, 2005 at 04:41 PM