Jeff

IR week begins

And so IR week begins…

IR or Industrial Roundtable is one of the largest (if not largest entirely) college job fairs in the country. Today there are seminars from various companies where we can meet the companies and understand what all they do and how we can help. Tuesday and Wednesday are open table introductions, where I get to try and hand them my resume and they get a feel for me as a possible hire (hopefully). Then the rest of the week are closed interviews based on invitation only. God the pressure is building.

Hopefully I can get some interviews and some of the companies will like me enough that I can get further into the hiring process. If I don’t get any interviews, it would be very upsetting. I have been spending hours researching companies I would like to apply to, I already have a page and a half of basic characteristics of each company and will probably spend more time today. Here’s hoping I can get it rolling this week and not have to wait through the long online application process…

Week Down

So I’ve finished off the first week of my final year. I have been out enjoying friends, doing social things (something I didn’t do all summer), and otherwise trying to make senior year the best year. I am starting to try and play frisbee, as long as my back doesn’t begin to complain. Its been over a year since my last surgery, and I figure living in fear won’t help, getting out and getting into shape as soon as I can will keep me in shape for a lot longer. I hopefully will be able to uphold all these things throughout the semester. I need to go out sometime this week and get something to wear to breakfast club. Hopefully this week goes fast, I already got out of a day of classes with Labor Day. I think I am going to run out of money this year. I don’t get that reliable paycheck over Christmas break unless I work a few days. I need to see what I can do, probably the spending will drop in a month when I burn more time with classwork, but for now, I am able to manage all the stuff fine. Well so much for my rambling, there really isn’t much coherent organization or division to all that, just long rambling, sorry.

Too Old

So I turned 22 yesterday/today.

I just got back from Nine Irish for the second time tonight. I went out for my first birthday to the bars, I never went out last year since no one I knew was 21 at the time. Devin-cakes was a baller and got me an Irish car bomb, my favorite drink at the pub. I had a Smithwick’s and then requested my second birthday shot of the night, I had my first at Nine Irish with dinner that I got to share with my dad. It was very nice. I get to spend the next few months going to bars with Devin-cakes like old times, with me trying to get him to hit on girls for the entire time, and him being shy the entire time. Eventually I will succeed. Even if it kills me.

So I now have had my first birthday past all the milestones. 22 seems foreign. It is not a milestone birthday, and the only birthday after this that is a milestone is 30, 40. 50, etc. And they are just becoming old, older, and even more older (sorry mom). I mean when I hit 30 (my next milestone) I will be in my possible long term career, probably be married or be about to get married, thinking about kids. I mean that lifestyle is so incredibly foreign to me now. I don’t even know if it will involve Kim (I hope so right now, but I can’t make any guarantees). I don’t know where it will be or what I am doing. I don’t even know if I will be enjoying it (I hope so). 30 seems like such a mystery. And then 40 is the next milestone after that. I am scarred to think where I will be at that point. When I am 40, my mom will be in her 80’s and dad in his late 70’s. Where will they be, can they be still there giving me advice, or will I be sitting there flying by the seat of my pants? Will I have kids or be living a nice childless lifestyle with my wife or be living a single lifestyle mingling with women or will I be a celibate nerd working on a computer through my free nights (I really hope not)? 22 gives me too many mysteries. I still have a final year of college ahead of me and I am already lost when it comes to the future ahead of me. Gah! wish there was some cheat manual that spoiled the ending for me. Then I could know how it all turned out in the end.

22 is too old, and came too soon. (If there are any misspellings, I will hopefully spot them when I read over it sober)