A month in, and here we are...
What I really need is two things: some sort of confirmation from any one of these jobs that I stand a fighting chance at getting the position, and some input--I don't know which one is really right for me.
1. Hostopia: Marketing Consultant/Assistant
Employment type: Full time
It really sounds like fun. I would have a mentor, which is cute. I would get to meet lots of important people and do lots of very helpful things for them. It is very cutting edge, very borderline dangerous. The company just keeps growing, and the area in which I would be working seems like a lot of fun. As long as it pans out like expected, I think I could really enjoy it and learn from it.
2. SDI Media: Caption Editor
Employment type: Full time, hourly
This job, in case you haven't already heard, almost killed me already. The hours are a little off--I wouldn't start until 5 in the evening. But the pay is okay, and I could probably keep this position in addition to another full-time position.
3. CIBC: Budget Analyst
Employment type: Full time, contract
So, I studied English Lit for four years and it may have been all for not. This position is in a nice place within the company, doing fairly boring work. I don't know how much fun it would be, but I am certain that if I got the job I would be more dedicated to it than I a gold digger is to panning. I don't know how great that analogy is at a time like this, but I stand by my assertion. Nancy says she wants someone who will be eager to learn and do well--that is what they call me behind my back you know.
4. Bain & Company: HR/Marketing/Recruiting
Employment type: Full time but you better believe you're not going to make anything of yourself in job
The job posting was explicit about stating that there was no hope of the employee who fills this postion ever NEVER ever becoming an associate. I don't even really know what that means but it is a little off-putting, don't you think? I was supposed to go to the interview on Thursday but had a massive migraine--maybe it was a sign. I don't really believe in bad omens, but the subway was also down and I haven't had any migraines in almost a month.
Those are the four that seem the most promising. I don't know which one would be best at this point. Clearly I'm favouring a couple of them over the other two, but that doesn't mean that I will be able to make any quick decisions. Damn my eagerness. If I wasn't so dedicated and didn't have such a strong work ethic I wouldn't be so worried about this, especially since wake up is in less than 5 hours. I guess I better hit the hay. Don't forget to cast your votes before I accept something and blame you for the rest of your life for letting me make the wrong decision.
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Saturday, May 05, 2007
The Longest Bad Joke Ever Told
AKA: We Will Rock You--The musical by Queen
Free tickets are always a good thing--they leave you with more cash in your wallet for expensive drinks and food. So, when Brett gave us his tickets to We Will Rock You at the Canon theatre I didn't think there was any reason to turn them down. The tickets ran at about a hundred dollars a pop, and they were orchestra centre. Perfect. Or more painful...
We Will Rock You is officially the longest bad joke ever ever ever told. It starts bad and gets worse. The singing is somewhat admirable; like many Toronto theatrical performances they all know how to carry a note, even if the tune isn't made for them. The lead had his way--french. His costar did the overacting thing that is typical of a musical. But the writing was truly atrocious. Hands down, it just didn't work. Half the scenes were just the repetition of lines from Queen songs, and the bulk of the jokes that didn't rely heavily on that device were outdated musical references. Overplayed antics hitting on patriotic fervour really hurt in the second act. All in all, the watered down rum and coke I was sucking back couldn't even save me.
By intermission I was begging to leave. I was placated with a bag of popcorn instead. It was dry. I spent the majority of my time thinking, these people must have a lot of money to get all dressed up to come see something like this--to eat popcorn and drink watery rum in one of the nicest theatres in Toronto. The Canon is gorgeous. It is the sort of place that is built purely to impress, with very little thought to function. This is how all theatres should be built. You are forced to take your time, pause a little, after the performance because the exits are so crowded that rushing only makes matters worse. After We Will Rock You, I kept my cool and filed out. But I didn't have the same calm, inspired, or even contented feeling that I usually got from a night out. I thought about how the poor theatre looked worse than most cineplexes and stifled a sob.
Maybe I'm being a bit melodramatic, but it really was a bad show. On the whole it was just flat. Older people with a taste for nostalgia and too much money might appreciate it, but only on a very shallow level. Not all theatre has to be high brow and philosophical, but they could have given me something better to think about than why the big black guy named himself Britney Spears and the blonde from Rock Star:INXS who couldn't walk properly (let alone dance) went by Ozzy--not so clever if you ask me. Someone's misguided vision of irony I suppose...
Free tickets are always a good thing--they leave you with more cash in your wallet for expensive drinks and food. So, when Brett gave us his tickets to We Will Rock You at the Canon theatre I didn't think there was any reason to turn them down. The tickets ran at about a hundred dollars a pop, and they were orchestra centre. Perfect. Or more painful...
We Will Rock You is officially the longest bad joke ever ever ever told. It starts bad and gets worse. The singing is somewhat admirable; like many Toronto theatrical performances they all know how to carry a note, even if the tune isn't made for them. The lead had his way--french. His costar did the overacting thing that is typical of a musical. But the writing was truly atrocious. Hands down, it just didn't work. Half the scenes were just the repetition of lines from Queen songs, and the bulk of the jokes that didn't rely heavily on that device were outdated musical references. Overplayed antics hitting on patriotic fervour really hurt in the second act. All in all, the watered down rum and coke I was sucking back couldn't even save me.
By intermission I was begging to leave. I was placated with a bag of popcorn instead. It was dry. I spent the majority of my time thinking, these people must have a lot of money to get all dressed up to come see something like this--to eat popcorn and drink watery rum in one of the nicest theatres in Toronto. The Canon is gorgeous. It is the sort of place that is built purely to impress, with very little thought to function. This is how all theatres should be built. You are forced to take your time, pause a little, after the performance because the exits are so crowded that rushing only makes matters worse. After We Will Rock You, I kept my cool and filed out. But I didn't have the same calm, inspired, or even contented feeling that I usually got from a night out. I thought about how the poor theatre looked worse than most cineplexes and stifled a sob.
Maybe I'm being a bit melodramatic, but it really was a bad show. On the whole it was just flat. Older people with a taste for nostalgia and too much money might appreciate it, but only on a very shallow level. Not all theatre has to be high brow and philosophical, but they could have given me something better to think about than why the big black guy named himself Britney Spears and the blonde from Rock Star:INXS who couldn't walk properly (let alone dance) went by Ozzy--not so clever if you ask me. Someone's misguided vision of irony I suppose...
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