Wednesday, September 25, 2002

[job fair]

There's a homonym for you. The fair was not fair. Tee hee. It was kind of a funny day. After my dear brother works wonder with my mac formatted doc, to have it read on his PC, and successfully prints copies, we headed off. Zipping down the highway in a low red convertible was/is kind of fun. I had no idea what companies are supposed to be at the chamber of commerce hosted fair, since there wasn't any information available online. (duh) Only that "last year over 1,100 employers" showed. (it should have said '1,100 candidates'.)

The longest line inside was for the Resume Guru. The second longest line was for the sales trainee program at a local bank. Mortgages to be exact. The small (3 aisles with 3 employers per side) space was full of women clammoring to be the next receptionist at again, a retail bank. A step up the ladder were the women competitively interested in bank teller spots at Bank Temps. If I wanted to work sales for the Union Tribune (in their classified department) I would have been set.

Instead I called my brother and meekly asked how far he was from the hotel. Since we had parked at the end of the lot, he'd just made it to the car. Lucky me. Saved.

Positives for the day:
- looked at myself on paper and decided I liked what I saw
- no waiting online to enter the fair
- dressed in working clothes for the first time in weeks (pantyhose!)
- visited my brother's base and saw his work space * (more on him in a minute)
- hung out with my brother and picked up a few necessities (fluffy pillow, coppertone to ward off the farmer's tan, kleenex, etc.)

Ahem. Pay attention to this if nothing else.
My brother is smart. I mean, I knew that, but you know how easy it is forget.

He's an E-6. Petty Officer First Class. And he made it on his first attempt. (People usually try 2 or 3 times before making the next grade/pay level.) How did he do it? He kicked ass on the exam (this is last year). Out of the 1500 some-odd people that took the test, Charlie earned the top grade. Numero uno. How cool is that?? So anyway, just wanted to crow about it.

Maybe some of his smart genes will rub off on me:)

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