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I'm not good with introductions so let's just start from the beginning, which just so happens to be only 8 months ago. Aah the innocence of it all, we were fresh faced seniors in college (if you can call constant bags under our eyes, yesterdays makeup and eu de alcohol 'fresh faced') gazing ahead at our not too distant futures. I took on the prestigious and rigorous major of Communications as I had always dreamt of becoming a big name in the advertising world. Yes I know, every girl dreams of working in a big building, slaving away in a cubicle with a phone hooked to her ear having angry clients yell at her about a mispelled logo. I began applying for jobs in March and by June I was starting to get a little frantic. I had sent my resume to all of the big agencies (why wouldn't they want a shining star like me??) but alas, no responses. I had applied for everything listed on Craig's List and had only a handful of interviews. Finally, two weeks after I graduated I got that beloved telephone call offering me a position! AT AN ADVERTISING AGENCY! I didn't care that it was a small (3 people), 'boutique' agency. I didn't care that they only had 3 clients. I didn't even care that it was unpaid. None of that mattered to me. I found someone who wanted me and I was going to learn as much as I could, and work as hard as I could to position myself as an invaluable employee that must be hired.

6 MONTHS LATER

So the job didn't pan out the way I thought it would. Fancy that. But it's ok, my ego has not been deflated in the least, although I am not that innocent college graduate willing to work for food anymore. The experience I gained there was invaluable and I enjoyed my time with the company, but sometimes things just aren't meant to be. I also now understand what the word boutique means. Let me explain something. I love shopping in boutiques. Boutiques are where you find all of the great stuff no one else has. They carry the best selection of jeans and cute tops, and most importantly they always have small sizes! Boutiques also have the most expensive prices, a little downside but we'll overlook this. A boutique advertising agency on the other hand is a little different. Yes, I got to wear all of those boutique bought jeans I loved soo much but I was outside picking up dog poop in my designer jeans. I was on my hands and knees trying to fix the copy machine for the third time in one day in those cute little heels I bought in the Haight. I was taking messages and sending faxes for the psychic who worked down stairs in that adorable summer dress I just picked up in the Mission.

So I'm looking for a job again. UNfortunately, soo are millions of other Americans, as the economy took a sharp turn for the worse somewhere between me unclogging the downstairs toilet (not my fault) and almost burning the office down with an imporperly placed candl. But it's OK because if I can say anything for myself it's that I am relient and annoyingly opptimistic.

This blog will follow my trials and tribulations in the search for new employment. There will be laughs and tears, adventures and misadventures, trials and tribulations, you get the picture. But, hopefully it will end with a happy ending.

MORAL OF STORY

A blog is now the new resume! Enjoy!