Last year I spent January to August fretting over dozens of co-op job applications, pouring my heart out for every cover letter, hoping and hoping, and I got two lousy interviews and one job, which you all know about already, and about which the less said the better.
So far this semester, I've only applied to one job, and I really only did that because I had to write a cover letter for my technical writing class, and I figured I might as well apply to something while I was at it. One reason I'm not putting forth much effort on job apps is that I'm really hoping to get that NSERC grant I talked about, and be able to do research under Dr. Livingston this summer. But more than that, I really just care a lot less about whether I get a job or not. I'm only applying for ones I really want, and I'm not killing myself over every turn of phrase in the cover letters.
The job I applied to is one they post every semester, and which I've applied to before. It's in the biochem department, but it's a programming job. I didn't think I had a chance, since 1) 46 people applied and 2) I failed Virology, the course taught by the person who posted the job.
I got an interview, of course.
Maybe this is like when George decided to do everything the opposite of what he would normally do, and ended up getting a date, and a job, or something. Maybe if I don't care, and don't put forth effort, great jobs will just fall in my lap. Maybe I'll wear jeans to the interview.
It's on Tuesday. Wish me (bad) luck.
Jessie thinks it's funny that the class in which I'm the only woman is my technical writing class. Only it's not funny once you know that nobody in the class wants to take technical writing (thank heavens since I think the world would break if people had to follow manuals written by this bunch), it's just a required course for everyone in the faculty of engineering. In fact, you can't take it if you're not in the faculty of engineering.
But if you still want something unfunny, how about this: I'm now also the only woman in my assembly programming lab. The other one dropped it.
Reading: still Power of Three. It's getting embarrassing.
Listening to: Chemical Brothers
Eating: There's still haggis in the fridge, but I decided to be kind to myself and made some spaghetti with black truffles for lunch instead.
Splash page: Toby, on a recent hike at Mt. Doug park
Two years ago: I refer to the student life as "turbulent, exasperating, and unpredictable", then describe a typical Waterloo Saturday
So far this semester, I've only applied to one job, and I really only did that because I had to write a cover letter for my technical writing class, and I figured I might as well apply to something while I was at it. One reason I'm not putting forth much effort on job apps is that I'm really hoping to get that NSERC grant I talked about, and be able to do research under Dr. Livingston this summer. But more than that, I really just care a lot less about whether I get a job or not. I'm only applying for ones I really want, and I'm not killing myself over every turn of phrase in the cover letters.
The job I applied to is one they post every semester, and which I've applied to before. It's in the biochem department, but it's a programming job. I didn't think I had a chance, since 1) 46 people applied and 2) I failed Virology, the course taught by the person who posted the job.
I got an interview, of course.
Maybe this is like when George decided to do everything the opposite of what he would normally do, and ended up getting a date, and a job, or something. Maybe if I don't care, and don't put forth effort, great jobs will just fall in my lap. Maybe I'll wear jeans to the interview.
It's on Tuesday. Wish me (bad) luck.
Jessie thinks it's funny that the class in which I'm the only woman is my technical writing class. Only it's not funny once you know that nobody in the class wants to take technical writing (thank heavens since I think the world would break if people had to follow manuals written by this bunch), it's just a required course for everyone in the faculty of engineering. In fact, you can't take it if you're not in the faculty of engineering.
But if you still want something unfunny, how about this: I'm now also the only woman in my assembly programming lab. The other one dropped it.
Reading: still Power of Three. It's getting embarrassing.
Listening to: Chemical Brothers
Eating: There's still haggis in the fridge, but I decided to be kind to myself and made some spaghetti with black truffles for lunch instead.
Splash page: Toby, on a recent hike at Mt. Doug park
Two years ago: I refer to the student life as "turbulent, exasperating, and unpredictable", then describe a typical Waterloo Saturday
