Funny how one of my favorite TV shows of all time ended up deceiving me so badly.
Replace that "love" with "hate" and you just about pin the tail on the damn donkey. Actually, make that "dislike" instead of "hate". I don't actually hate it. Yet. And don't worry, I know I've worn out the "words in quotation marks" welcome already, so I'll stop. For now.
I guess I should get to the actual point of this whole first blog post thing, and really, the reason I decided to start this blog in the first place.
Wait, the word blog kind of annoys me. From here on out I'm going to refer to this "blog" as a... I don't know, let's give a throwback to that first quote up there and call it a "gleeba". Ugh, those quotations marks are back. Oh well.
NOW, imagine you didn't read that last paragraph and let's get back on track with the POINT of all this.
You see, I just graduated from college. Well, not really just considering it was in May and I've basically been sitting on my ass since then. That's not ENTIRELY my fault though. Lucky me decided to major in Broadcast News at the wild and almost wonderful West Virginia University. Let me tell you something about the broadcast news industry. It's not a piece of cake finding a job after you graduate. I mean, I've done everything I'm supposed to do. I got a bit of experience during school. I interned for about a year. I got my resume tape done before I finished school, which wasn't even that difficult since I'm wanting to get a producer job and all you need for that is a couple of shows you've produced slapped onto a vhs or dvd. I even threw in some cube spins to fancy that sucker up. I wrote my actual resume. (Do you "write" a resume?) I wrote my cover letter, which I have to say just may be one of the best cover letters of all time. I put all that shit into a big envelope, along with the script that goes with the tape, and sent the package to all the usual places you'd send it when trying to get an entry level TV job, like CNN.
Just kidding about CNN. The only thing I'd send to them would be 108 roses and a profession of my love to Richelle Carey, but that would make me a borderline stalker. I'm not quite at that level yet.
Actually, I've found places to send my resume by leeching my friend's TVJobs.com account. (Yeah, that's right. Shoutout, Jackie!)
So, this site has job listings for places all over the country for all levels of experience. I've found quite a few places to send stuff to, and after a little over a month of this, all I've gotten from all my slightly hard work is a craptastic phone interview. This was really my first "official" job interview and I pretty much lived up to my self expectation of being a horrible interviewee. Here's a little sample of how it went down.
Guy Interviewing Me: (What I thought he was saying) So what's it like there?
Genius (Me): Uh... hilly?
Guy Interviewing Me: (While laughing.) (At me.) I've never heard anybody describe their job search as being hilly before.
And believe me, it stayed at the bottom of the hill from that point forward, because there really wasn't any more room for it to go downhill after that.
I've sent some more resumes out after those amazing fifteen minutes of my life, and I've waited patiently for the zero responses I've received for them. That's pretty much where I'm at right now. Disliking life. Maybe I'll just move to LA and try to get on a reality show. I wonder if The Two Coreys is casting.
Until I do, or until I up my job responses to ONE, I'll try to keep you filled in on what the hell is happening with my life, and the rest of the world for that matter. So put me in your Bookmarks Toolbar Folder and check up on me every once in a while.
Who knows, maybe I'll end up being the Sean Motherfucking Combs of the blog - oops sorry - gleebasphere.
-AH
1 comment:
Jackie gets a shout out, but i don't what the hell Thom! I Inspired You!
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