Dinner out
I braved a cocktail celebration in the city last night. One of the prospective employer firms (two interviews so far) invited me to their fifteenth anniversary party at a midtown restaurant/bar. I found it strange they haven’t mentioned anything about hiring me - - yet still wanted me at their party. I decided it was better to be there than risk someone saying later, hey, where was that guy we’ve been talking to about working here? I also hedged my bet and arranged to meet my best friend for dinner afterwards.
I arrived a little late so everything was in full swing. Young ladies in wee black dresses greeted us at the door and their little sisters handed us glasses of wine before we even set foot into the main room. Once inside, the place was packed with a cartoon full of fat, drink-thirsty wall-street guys wrestling at the bar. Out of the two hundred or so people at the event, I recognized exactly two – the CEO and the Operations head. The CEO, even if he was sober, wouldn’t have recognized me if I had French-kissed him. The Operations Head may have remembered me but he seemed very busy working the crowd. And while I’m certain the horses duvers were swell, I just didn’t have an appetite. I chatted up a few traders, finished my wine and left. Too bad, so sad, Buh bye.
Better times ahead as I made my way back to Brooklyn for dinner. Met the Professor at a lovely restaurant on 5th Avenue where we slowed down to take in the peaty aroma of a few glasses of nice 12 year old imported. Grilled sardines and a rare steak followed and then we walked down the street to a small outdoor café to have dessert, espresso, an aperitif and good Davidoff cigars.
Really took the edge off the whole career-search, gotta-find-a-job dramatics. All the same, if I land a few more consulting clients, maybe I can trash can the 9-5 idea and work for myself.
I arrived a little late so everything was in full swing. Young ladies in wee black dresses greeted us at the door and their little sisters handed us glasses of wine before we even set foot into the main room. Once inside, the place was packed with a cartoon full of fat, drink-thirsty wall-street guys wrestling at the bar. Out of the two hundred or so people at the event, I recognized exactly two – the CEO and the Operations head. The CEO, even if he was sober, wouldn’t have recognized me if I had French-kissed him. The Operations Head may have remembered me but he seemed very busy working the crowd. And while I’m certain the horses duvers were swell, I just didn’t have an appetite. I chatted up a few traders, finished my wine and left. Too bad, so sad, Buh bye.
Better times ahead as I made my way back to Brooklyn for dinner. Met the Professor at a lovely restaurant on 5th Avenue where we slowed down to take in the peaty aroma of a few glasses of nice 12 year old imported. Grilled sardines and a rare steak followed and then we walked down the street to a small outdoor café to have dessert, espresso, an aperitif and good Davidoff cigars.
Really took the edge off the whole career-search, gotta-find-a-job dramatics. All the same, if I land a few more consulting clients, maybe I can trash can the 9-5 idea and work for myself.
posted by Champurrado at 12:34 PM
6 Comments:
What sort of clients are you looking for Champ?
How do you make a job search sound so glamorous and sparkling?
Hey Prom. I'm a securities regulation specialist. I counsel broker dealers about NASD, SEC and NYSE compliance.
Innana Banana: Well, it may be glamerous but the pay is really bad
Good luck with the consultations. 9-5 is ok but you'll never have time to develop your cable access cooking show if you are tied to the 40 hour a week routine!
I've been standing at the crossroads for awhile. Its not like me to stand around but this art vs academia vs the real world is full of detours.
Ugh. Job searches suck. I rememeber last year: searching, searching, searching. Of course, I was looking for a real 9-5 job (not a 7:30 am to 9 pm if you're really, really lucky). But you'll find the right thing. Inviting you to the party was good. But the people sound obnoxious. Well, they would be, wouldn't they?
Foil:
Yes, bunch of gorillas at the trough as it were. Hard stuff.
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