My first interview

Even as I began to write this I could feel myself falling into the habit of writing a cover letter. Over the past six months (since graduating early in December) I have written more cover letters and sent out more resumes than I would like to mention here. In college I was told I could do whatever I wanted, wherever I wanted and would be able to afford it now that I would have a degree. I took that as a garuantee. Of course I would get a great cool job, with benefits and pay, and somehow it would be exactly what I've always dreamed of.

My first trip from Ithaca, NY to Buffalo, NY was for an interview at a local radio station in advertising sales. I could do that. I've done sales, I went to school for advertising, all my internships were music related. I didn't think much else was important except for that I was qualified. I drove home in a blizzard, had to stop on the side of the road and wait for it to end, woke up early for my first interview, dressed for success, called my interviewer by the wrong name, didn't get the job.

Life Lesson #1: Driving 2.5 hours for an interview is not the best preparation.

I decided to move home. I couldn't keep doing that drive. Things would get easier. I didn't really want that job anyway.