Everyone said you have to know someone...and unfortunately...great as he is...my dad does not have the last name of Proctor or Gamble. So I tried this. Around lunch time I would venture around buildings that housed companies I wanted to work at. I pulled the old "do you know of a good bagel place around here?" Usually this led to a disgruntled point in some non-specific direction, other times it led to a business card, I obtained a fair amount of business cards/contacts thanks to this method (in your face people who voted me most shy in Jr. High). And the excitement and promise always ended with an e mail from my fellow bagel connoisseur reading "Melanie, your resume looks great, I will pass it along, I will be in contact with you within a week." A week of hope would go by and I would chalk it up to my contact's blood relative needing a job, or a Wharton graduate squeezing me out....understood.
But now all bitching and moaning has ceased, because believe it or not the company I got a job with did that thing where they keep your resume on file after you've applied there....I always thought this was just a line until low and behold I get a call for an interview. I get the position description e-mailed to me and if I could have written my own job description...this would have been it. I interviewed four times, and after three weeks and throughly analyzing my every gesture and everything that was said, I get an offer call. It was one of the greatest, happiest moments of my life...one of those times you truly realize everything in this universe does indeed happen for a reason. (To be honest....I sure was proud of myself, I immediately played Empire State of Mind...how lame of me.) My apologies for going heartfelt on you...but it was as good as a five year old who still believes in Santa getting a puppy for Christmas....maybe better.