Me neither.
Yeah, but you're not Jamaican.
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Me neither.
Yeah, but you're not Jamaican.
if I'd graduated any later, I'd have landed right in the middle of the miserable job market of c. 1990.
That was the job market I graduated into. It sucked. Seemed like every interview started with "We've had hundreds of applicants..."
That was the job market I graduated into.
Me too! But there was lots of temp work to be had and I didn't have any career goals anyway so it wasn't that bad.
There are an amazing number of people to whom the idea of thinking naughty thoughts about two members of the same sex getting it on is just not in them. Even if it's two members of the opposite sex as them.
And then there are the Buffistas...
That was the job market I graduated into.
But you were in IT--admittedly I was in Canada, but I got the first job I applied for and they were desperate for more people. I thought those were the good times (well, not counting the dot com boom which I kinda don't believe in, because how could I have missed out on it so entirely?)
That was the job market I graduated into.
Me three.
My post-graduation life: Did a summer internship at a theater company on the campus of my college, made a shitload of good friends and contacts (whom - and I kick myself for this not infrequently - I have totally failed to keep up with), made plans to move to SF with one of those friends. Summer ended, she went to Cleveland and I to Walnut Creek, where she waited tables and I temped at the California Christmas Tree Growers' Association offices, and we both saved up and in January '91 I found a flat in SF and she moved out.
Then followed four horrible months consisting of frequent borrowings from my parents, exactly four hours of temp work (signed up with 3 agencies, for all the good it did me), and, at long last, a job that made me a miserable weeping wreck within three weeks. Then came the good work at UCSF, and the cool acting jobs, and things got much better.
Very, very unadventurous of me... if I could do it over, I'd probably start out wandering much, much more. I'd still want to end up here in the Bay Area, though.
That was the job market I graduated into.
Skimming the thread very quickly, after my last post, made me think that a bunch of y'all graduated into the dominatrix job market.
Which made my brain go to its happy place.
Go Nicole on the not!smoking!
General poll: what did you do after you graduated college?
I went straight into grad school that summer and had my first high school teaching job by the end of the next school year. I started there in August while I was finishing my MA and then worked at the same school for eight years.
It's probably no surprise that at 30 I went stark raving mad and moved to California.
what did you do after you graduated college?
Got married (the DAY after graduation). Moved to the Bay Area. Tried to get a job during a bad recession. Moved north to Sacramento. FINALLY got a job...a job that has made every job since look wonderful.
Heh. Something Hec and Maidengurl might appreciate: The part of Athens I live in is Papagos. Which I believe is the name of the park where the A's play in spring training. Karma, I tell you.
And I need to ask for some unspecified life~ma, having to do with careers and places and moving and such.
Go, Nicole!! So proud of you.
{{sj}}
Bad = Killer Cramps from Hell
Good = Leaving early today to get a massage!
Boo for the bad. And, I totally sympathize. I'm got some serious cramps happening along with nausea. Yay! But, I don't get the nice massage.
After college, I moved home (Memphis) and worked for about 8 months before starting grad school. After grad school, I moved back to Memphis again and worked or a year before moving to Chicago. They were both good experiences for me. Grad school, on the other hand, I wish I had done differently. My advisor and I never really clicked (read: hated each other), and in a small program, that makes a huge difference. But I thought after the first year that I was stuck in the program until I finished. I wish I had just gone to another university.