A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

I'm in the middle of composing an e-mail to the HR rep who interviewed me yesterday. I'm stumped as to what I should say, given the disastrous nature of the interview. Should I ignore the fact that it went so horribly, and talk about things I didn't mention yesterday? I'm thinking that's the way I should go. Act mature about the fact that I'll never get a job. My mom keeps saying that I should "enjoy" the process of finding a job, though I don't know how that's possible. I got really frustrated... Sign in to see full entry.

I'm re-watching Sex and the City. Because it was filmed mostly in the summer months, it makes me wish it was summer again... I've found myself starting to shop for warm-weather clothes! Or at least window shop for them. This afternoon, before the Disastrous Interview, I went window shopping on Fifth Avenue. Oooh lala. I saw a really cute skirt in the Gap, but I don't know if I can afford new clothes right now. How come it is that whenever you go shopping at one of those chain stores, if its in a... Sign in to see full entry.

I hate job interviews more than the average person. Yes, I know it induces stress in even the most socially comfortable person; but with me, it's about a thousand times worse. I guess the thing I hate the most about them is that they bring out my worst quality, social awkwardness, and highlight the fact that I cannot carry on a conversation with anyone, beyond "Hi, how are you?" Job interviews constantly remind me that I suffer from social anxiety and depression, and I hate that. They bring down... Sign in to see full entry.

My plans last night didn't intersect with those of J and the rest of his friends. They spent all of yesterday sightseeing, then went home at 6 pm and napped for three hours. Then they got up to have a bite to eat, and immediately went out to a strip club--leaving me in the lurch, so to speak, standing on Broadway between 17th and 18th in the rain, at 10:30 pm. So I went home and had some chips and salsa and wine, and went to bed around 1:30. My roommate is studying for an exam he has tomorrow,... Sign in to see full entry.

Yesterday my friend J came into town for a few days, over his spirng break (he's in grad school). He's here with a few other friends and is staying with a friend from college who lives down on Rector Street and works at Goldman Sachs--so basically he walks to work. The friend who lives downtown I know as a passing acquaintance, but hadn't known lived here in New York. It's a small world. I met the guys up at 55th and Broadway at an Irish pub at around 10:30, where they'd just finished eating... Sign in to see full entry.