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Name: Ashi
Country: United States
State: Florida
Birthday: 10/31/1986
Gender: Female
Interests: Representing the nerd population, writing, reading, drawing, journal-based roleplaying, anime/cartoons, manga/comics, a little bit of TV, some video gaming, karaoke, Texas hold 'em poker (which I WILL learn to play someday!), driving, pondering the human condition...
Expertise: Representing the nerd population, writing (I guess), drawing (crap art), getting good grades even when I procrastinate (not a very good thing, but a skill nonetheless), lame journal entry writing...
Occupation: College post-grad/nerdy fangir
Industry: Hopefully mass communications
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  rinachada
Yahoo:  loreli_leigalis@yahoo.com
Member Since:
8/4/2004
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| First off, Happy New Year! We're 25 days into 2010, but I haven't posted here in over a month, so whoo, first post of the new year and new decade.
I have other things to go on about, but it's late, and I have to be up by 8:30 a.m. -- shush, that's early for me -- so just one bit today.
When I was living on campus senior year and when Dad's over in the Philippines doing business, I go to a church in downtown Tampa to sing with the choir instead of our registered parish. Today before practice, the choir saw the tail end of a concert at the church, and there was a man taking photographs of the event. Once we got the church to ourselves, we went over the songs for the Mass, and this man stuck around to take pictures of our practice. He's apparently a friend of one of our members Dr. Collins, who's also a UT nursing professor, and she introduced him as a "photographer, journalist, hero" -- that last part jokingly. I wish I would've asked him for his business card, but I was too shy, and he headed off kind of quickly after that. But after Mass, I asked Dr. Collins if she could put a word in for me to him, see if he needs any fresh help or knows any media outlets who might. She said she would, so I'm hoping she does e-mail him and something comes out of that.
Aside from the part-time job at Muvico, I'm pretty darn aimless in the career market. I'm looking up job and internship listings and media companies, but I just... don't know where to start. My networking skills are about as good as my conversational skills -- bad. I want to let myself have a good feeling about this, but I'm afraid of being let down again like that time I thought I was going to get that job fair job back in the last quarter of last year. But if Dr. Collins's contact doesn't pull through, I did get a couple names and addresses for what I'm hoping are media companies downtown that I can research. I stumbled across the first when I got lost going someplace else nearby but didn't get a chance until now to retrace my tire tracks and find it again. Then on my way to church, I found the second company name. So as far as career hunting goes, I guess today was a fairly productive day. Again, I'm hoping one of these contacts or companies spawns my first big career move. We shall see, we shall see.
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| Because that's how old I am now. Emphasis on the "old." Derp.
I am so mentally and emotionally... um... way younger than that. Lolololololol.
Oh, did my first official work shift at Muvico today. Yay, money and maturity points. Or something. | | |
| SCRIBBLE SCRABBLE
and other such creative foibles
Checkity check-check it!
I started an online writing journal. Well technically, it's a creative works journal, but I don't really make icons or draw or compile fan soundtracks. In the off chance I do, it'll go there. And techinically again, I didn't just start it. When I was an ickle 17 year-old, I signed up for an LJ and completely forgot about it until this summer, when I went through my inbox old mail to new. "Oh hey, LJ verification e-mail from forever ago, holy crap!" I decided to use it for creative stuff but just got around to posting anything in it. Any of you writerly folk are free to check it out and leave feedback/concrit. I have a weaksauce ego, but if I ever want to improve my writing I need to learn how to work with criticism. I am gradually getting better at it, though. Hehh. It's very much a process.
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| Stopped by Wasabi yesterday to ask about how far along the hiring process management was. Turns out they'd already hired all their new employees. Bummersauce. Ah well. Did leave them a cute little handwritten note about how I appreciated their taking the time at all to interview me, so they'll at least remember me in case something doesn't work out with one of their employees and feel daring enough to take a chance on a girl who doesn't have the experience but is super eager to learn the ropes. I should start writing to more of my prospective employment companies so I can at least build that bitty congenial relationship. I've been meaning to write a cover letter and revise my resume for a publishing company in Clearwater. I don't know if they have any entry-level/internship openings for sure, but at the very least I could formally inquire and show them with my resume that I'd be qualified to work for them. Least I think I am. Guess that's in their hands to determine.
But! I'm no longer an unemployed bum anymore. Ce-le-brate good times, come on! I've been hired for concessions at Muvico. So yay, finally some paid work experience to put on my resume and ish. Went to the orientation class this afternoon. Blah blah, procedural stuff and corny instructional videos. Oh, and being older than my fellow newbie hires. Two 16 year olds and a 2-0. We do not need to go into how old I'm turning this Saturday because I have a big enough age complex as it is. Besides that, though, knowing I was there because -- wait for iiiiit -- I have a JOB was exciting. I can't wait for Wednesday's training. Hopefully I do well in the job. Now that I have one, I'm terrified I will suck, get fired, and walk away with a 0-1 good work record, sob. But I'll try not to think that. For once, I'm trying to think positive. I kind of need to when it has any impact on my future career chances and such.
Ummm, and that's all I can think of for now. Boo-yaka!
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| Wow, my Xanga profile was way overdue for an update. It's weird to think I've had this since my senior year of high school. That's kind of a long time ago, considering I'm through with college already. Guess I really am that old. Biologically, at least. Mentally and emotionally? I'm still an awkward kid trying to play grown-up. Someday I'll be a proper adult. As long as I get to keep some of the dorky kid I am now, I think I'll make it out all right.
Mm. Not much else to update about. Well, just got back from my interview with Bath and Body Works. Stumbled on my words some, but I think I gave some good examples to corroborate my work ethic, so hopefully that pans out. I'm still kind of a lot terrified of retail, but I think doing it will be good for me. I need to get out of my comfy shell if I'm going to make it in the media industry, right? The interview process was actually held in a group of four total applicants, which surprised but also put me at ease. My fellow interviewees were older and more experienced than I am, so I could coast through the interview off of their examples, hahh. The assistant manager was the one who interviewed us, and she said we all did a good job, so I'm hoping that means some points in my favor. She said we should hear back from her by Friday, so cross your fingers and wish me luck.
On my way back home, I saw that Wasabi Japanese Steakhouse no longer had their big "Now Hiring" sign up. Good thing I caught a glimpse of that sign Wednesday on my way back from turning in my Bath and Body Works and Subway applications and applied at Wasabi while I still had the chance. I didn't get a time frame as to when to expect a callback should I get one at all, but I guess that's all right. The decision is in the manager's hands.
Well, guess I had a bit more to talk about than I intended. That's all right. I'm just trying to stay focused during this whole job hunting ordeal and hoping something will turn in my favor. Preferably sooner than later, but beggars can't be choosers, right?
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