Today i had an interview in Dallas at a huge ad agency. It was not an interview for an actual positon since they told me they had no such positions. My reconstructive/pastic surgeon/the guy that rebuilt my face with titanium told me to call this agency so i did.
That's how i got this informational interview.
I met with an amazing woman that thought my resume was out of control (in a bad way) but she was so curious to meet someone with media/communications/PR AND
IT and government agency background.
I explained to her how one thing led to another and she understood the progression and gave me lots of agencies and people to call and gave me an open end invitation for contact. GREAT.
This evening while i was texting a girl in chicago, hot girl here texted. she wanted me to go out with her last night, but i had already made plans with a friend of mine. i don't ditch friends at last minute for a piece of ass.
anyway, tonight as hot girl texted, i got a text from chicago girl. it was the second time today that they both texted me at the same time, each unaware of the others existence. WTF is that?!
Changing topics - my father went to my house that is rented out to retrieve my art collection for security and insurance reasons. Nice of him i suppose. He telephoned to let me know that he had gotten most of my art in a large truck but that he will have to make a second trip to get the rest. Ok. w/e. The thing that bothered me is that he acted as though by retrieving my collection he thought it was his.
To illustrate - he gave me an unsigned ash can school watercolor on paper from the 1930s as a birthdya present when i was 26. Great. If it was authenticated as a Birchfield it would have been worth $125K. And all of a sudden it was HIS painting. It was presented to me at a party. Witnesses were present. Still he persisted that it was HIS painting. He never got the authentication.
Of course it is authentic, but i loved that he couldn't score the authentication. So he is doing this again, but with a whole collection - of my art, that i paid for/inherited.
SO - i am going crazy not having a job, still recovering from having plastic surgery, dealing with a crazy house mate, getting lost on Dallas toll roads, having women that want to have sex with me but for some reason wont. So interviews for jobs, sex, better living arrangements don't seem to be going so well.
That's how i got this informational interview.
I met with an amazing woman that thought my resume was out of control (in a bad way) but she was so curious to meet someone with media/communications/PR AND
IT and government agency background.
I explained to her how one thing led to another and she understood the progression and gave me lots of agencies and people to call and gave me an open end invitation for contact. GREAT.
This evening while i was texting a girl in chicago, hot girl here texted. she wanted me to go out with her last night, but i had already made plans with a friend of mine. i don't ditch friends at last minute for a piece of ass.
anyway, tonight as hot girl texted, i got a text from chicago girl. it was the second time today that they both texted me at the same time, each unaware of the others existence. WTF is that?!
Changing topics - my father went to my house that is rented out to retrieve my art collection for security and insurance reasons. Nice of him i suppose. He telephoned to let me know that he had gotten most of my art in a large truck but that he will have to make a second trip to get the rest. Ok. w/e. The thing that bothered me is that he acted as though by retrieving my collection he thought it was his.
To illustrate - he gave me an unsigned ash can school watercolor on paper from the 1930s as a birthdya present when i was 26. Great. If it was authenticated as a Birchfield it would have been worth $125K. And all of a sudden it was HIS painting. It was presented to me at a party. Witnesses were present. Still he persisted that it was HIS painting. He never got the authentication.
Of course it is authentic, but i loved that he couldn't score the authentication. So he is doing this again, but with a whole collection - of my art, that i paid for/inherited.
SO - i am going crazy not having a job, still recovering from having plastic surgery, dealing with a crazy house mate, getting lost on Dallas toll roads, having women that want to have sex with me but for some reason wont. So interviews for jobs, sex, better living arrangements don't seem to be going so well.
