Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Jobs and bikes and Rachael

Had an interview with Macy's today, which I'm excited about. I had given my resume to a representative at the career fair on the third, and they called me yesterday to schedule an on-campus interview. It went very well; I was confident and enthusiastic, had good answers and examples for every question, and the position is a good one. It's a two-year rotational "leadership development" program, where they spend 8 months in three different departments, then go on to be an analyst. He couldn't go into much detail about the nature of the projects that the analysts work on, but he mentioned things like modeling new store openings, which could be cool.

I'm glad I went into the interview with a positive attitude; I had a pause when I saw what they had posted on their website. The representative at the career fair had suggested I go online and take a look at the "capital planning position," but the only thing with such a description I found was something where the requirements were "highschool education or equivalent." I was afraid that was the position they were interviewing for, and we were going to have an awkward moment where we realize that we're both not interested. Happily, this was not the case. The position is attractive, and I'm interested in doing it.

Here's some cool pictures! Sorta like how having a certain model of car makes you suddenly notice how many of the same model there are on the road, having a sweet bike has suddenly made me aware of all the other sweet bikes on the road. Like these:

In roughly decreasing awesomeness order: The first one has actual flannel covering the tank, which I must say is an excellent gypsy touch. The second one is actually in good shape, and the third is just cool cause its big and black.

On my own bike, I think I may have some vibration issues. The super-sweet origninal badge has apparently vibrated itself to pieces, along with the license plate:
How will the curious onlookers determine the engine size and make once it's shattered? Woe!

Here's a picture from our birthday trip to Columbus, with Rachael pointing to a photo containing excellent advice.

We had lots of delicious beer, for example:
From the first (and best, beer-wise) pub we went to. Sadly I can't remember the name of it; nominal aphasia being something I apparently have. [Rachael reminds me that it was called "Barleys," which is a pretty straightforward and memorable name. We also went to a place called Elevator, and one other place who's name escapes me (but had good pizza). IT WAS AWESOME.]

Rachael also solders like an angel:
No seriously, she's really good. I showed her how to do it, we both made some globby solders, then she figured out how to get them machine-perfect. Really. I've never seen hand soldering so good. Anyway, she showed me her angelic technique, and we proceeded building the Evil Mad Scientist Bulbdial clock. I was happy to have found something geeky and machine-y we could do together, having failed to arouse her enthusiasm with my "sand and paint my headers" project.

Here's Rick and I deepening my mom's worst fears and pretending to share a shake. Except its a week-old guiness that the bartender pulled out of the fridge, and Rick has become a guido.
It started off as a joke, but it turns out that week old Guiness is really quite pleasant. So I finished it.

And I didn't feel the least bit bad about it.