Despite a rocky start and being relatively stressful, today ended up being a good day. First, let me backtrack to Columbia interview.
The job Columbia offered me was a lab tech job - an entry level mice husbandry lab tech job. Now, I'm completely open to entry level position. I realized I just graduated with my BS and have little lab experience, but this job... This job entails cleaning. It's a glorified cleaning job. I'd be cleaning up after all the mice. I'd clean their cages, their water bottles, their dishes. I'd also check on them to see if any were sick. But the thing that got me was the killing. I'd also kill mice, both by gas and breaking their necks - well breaking the necks of the adults. The young are too small so I'd just have to decapitate them.
Back before I had even gone to this interview (as I was walking to the medical mice death center), I received a phone call from an unavailable number. I answered it, of course, since I've given my number to countless employers. It turned out to be the person I had been waiting and hoping would call me - the person in charge of the job David's friend suggested to me. I don't want to jinx anything by talking about it too much, so I'll just say I made sure I had room in my schedule to meet with them later that day.
After I left the slaughterhouse, I trucked it downtown to meet with the person about the job I really want. Let me start by saying the office was amazing. Atmosphere is a big deal to me, and not only was this office unbelievably cool but the atmosphere was perfect. I could really, really see myself being happy there. I know I could do the job well even if I don't have any directly related education or experience. I know it!
Since I turned off my phone during the interview (my third today!), I checked my messages afterwards. I actually had a voicemail from someone else at Columbia University. I'm not sure what position she's potentially offering me, but calling her is on my list of things to do tonight. Along with emailing my personal statement of 500 words (boo!) for the medical research job and emailing the incredibly awesome lady I met with at the fabulous office.
Other than that, I just cooked dinner for David and me since he has a paper due Friday. Oh wait - apartment news. It's kinda ominous, really. The broker got back to us this morning and told David that the landlord said he'd make a decision between us and the other applicants today. Well, it's the end of the day, and he emailed David again to tell us that the landlord has yet to get back in touch with him. But - he heard from the super that a decision has been made. Back to a waiting game.
The job Columbia offered me was a lab tech job - an entry level mice husbandry lab tech job. Now, I'm completely open to entry level position. I realized I just graduated with my BS and have little lab experience, but this job... This job entails cleaning. It's a glorified cleaning job. I'd be cleaning up after all the mice. I'd clean their cages, their water bottles, their dishes. I'd also check on them to see if any were sick. But the thing that got me was the killing. I'd also kill mice, both by gas and breaking their necks - well breaking the necks of the adults. The young are too small so I'd just have to decapitate them.
Back before I had even gone to this interview (as I was walking to the medical mice death center), I received a phone call from an unavailable number. I answered it, of course, since I've given my number to countless employers. It turned out to be the person I had been waiting and hoping would call me - the person in charge of the job David's friend suggested to me. I don't want to jinx anything by talking about it too much, so I'll just say I made sure I had room in my schedule to meet with them later that day.
After I left the slaughterhouse, I trucked it downtown to meet with the person about the job I really want. Let me start by saying the office was amazing. Atmosphere is a big deal to me, and not only was this office unbelievably cool but the atmosphere was perfect. I could really, really see myself being happy there. I know I could do the job well even if I don't have any directly related education or experience. I know it!
Since I turned off my phone during the interview (my third today!), I checked my messages afterwards. I actually had a voicemail from someone else at Columbia University. I'm not sure what position she's potentially offering me, but calling her is on my list of things to do tonight. Along with emailing my personal statement of 500 words (boo!) for the medical research job and emailing the incredibly awesome lady I met with at the fabulous office.
Other than that, I just cooked dinner for David and me since he has a paper due Friday. Oh wait - apartment news. It's kinda ominous, really. The broker got back to us this morning and told David that the landlord said he'd make a decision between us and the other applicants today. Well, it's the end of the day, and he emailed David again to tell us that the landlord has yet to get back in touch with him. But - he heard from the super that a decision has been made. Back to a waiting game.
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