Hitting the Pavement

Yesterday, I had an interview at a property a short walk away from Penn Sta in NYC. Herald Square, if I weren't overly annoyed by the thousands of tourists I had to walk through just to get to my bank ATM [to avoid the service fee] I guess it's fine. I had forgotten Times Square was all closed off on Broadway and now there are just tons of people enjoying the atmosphere there. TKTS is also finished, with a huge staircase as a roof so people are sitting there eating lunch or just people watching. And there's a huge American Eagle being constructed on the corner of 46th across the Marquis that used to have that terrible diner with the overpriced tiny orange juice. I can't remember the name for crap. Anyhoot, the interview went well I think. Hopefully they'll call me back for a second interview. And if they don't, I'm not above calling them back and asking WTF.

After that, ChasingAmy and I hit the pavement. And hit it hard we did. I think we went by 16 hotels, maybe 18? I lost count. Next time, we decided we'd stop after each hotel and make notes and organize the business cards. I think it was productive. We started on 32nd and had walked up to 56th, giving our cover letters and resumes. A few places told us to apply online but they did give us business cards. I'll have to follow up on that today. On the plus side, already got one call back and my interview is this Thursday. So today's my day off from the city. I'll be at the job fair at Macy's tomorrow then downtown to hit the hotels there. Still gotta make our list from that. I think she's got 5 on the list but I want to see if they're near some other hotels I want to check out. Friday hopefully I can relax too but at the same time hopefully the interview from yesterday calls me back for a 2nd interview. We stopped at a club too, hoping we'd run into an old f&b manager we worked with. It was good seeing him since I had forgotten what it was like to speak with another capable manager who wasn't covered in office politics and you're general stinky bullsh*t personality. It was good to shoot the breeze & it was actually nice enough during that part of the day to just do that. He also took our resumes; he said he knows people still in the industry and he'll check it out. He also offered free lunch next time we're in the city. God, there were actually good times at the cancermount ages ago.

I was thinking, maybe I should just apply for front office clerk jobs. Or at least make it clearer that while I have managerial experience I'm not above taking a lower position. It'll be especially necessary if I want to go back to school. My work ethic was borderline obsessive because I just had to make sure things will be ok after I left. If it meant checking and rechecking and being clear on instructions repeatedly then I did which more or less resulted in 10-12 hour work days. And look at what happened in the end. Anyway, if I just have a regular "line staff" [the most hated phrase other managers used to refer to the clerks/bellmen/pbx/res agents etc which I took offense too because FUCK didn't we all start there?!? I worked with some real assholes I tell you what.] ... line staff, I'd have time to go back to school. I've been watching X-Files again and I'd forgotten what used to drive me. Man I used to want being a leo so bad. It'd burn inside. I'd read about the FBI and although I was on the fence about the whole being shipped off to bumblefuck, middle of USA for the first decade until I can get my choice location turned me off, I still wanted it. And then nothing, I forgot all about it. Borderline obsessive might have been an understatement. Maybe I can still make it to NCIS.

Then again, I'd love nothing more than to be a detective. Don't have to be a vampire though. Points for who I'm referring too.

Music: Before the Lobotomy by Green Day.