A recruiter's worse nightmare?

As I am graduating, I am looking for a job. Funny thing is that, most of the people in my life just happens to be in the same place of transitioning careers. (You would think that since I am graduating, most of my friends are too... so not that funny...BUT actually, I dont have friends my age except for Tina... so it a bit of a coincident that they would be in the same change as I am)

The people I am referring too are the DIVAS in their prospective industries, people that people actually would pay good money for. (Not like a stupid college graduate like myself). So after a week of exhausting interviews, a Diva and I had a brief conversation. I thought it would be fun to post it, as I mentioned above, everyone is going through the same process.

Read, enjoy and hopefully take the stress/seriousness off things.  

ME: i like going on interviews

ME: they fly you out to new cities

ME: pay for your hilton

ME: and food

ME: sometimes you get a nice check

ME: for "appreciation"

ME: I want to go to interviews again just for that

ME: lol

Fabus Friend: yea...i like going on interview too

ME: but its exhausting after though

Fabus Friend: i get to feel like a miss universe candidtae

Fabus Friend: without the sash LOL

ME: like they ask you so much. and you have to use so much mental powerand social skills

Fabus Friend: Miss...Philippines!

ME: I KNOW!!!!

ME: what weaknesses

ME: do you see about yourself

Fabus Friend: yup

ME: “I love too much”

Fabus Friend: HAHAHAHA

ME: lol

ME: hahaha

Fabus Friend: it's like an intelligent date

Fabus Friend: u go in all pretty

ME: yeah and answer things and smile

Fabus Friend: and u try to impress

ME: and slightly flirt

ME: lol

Fabus Friend: HAHAHAHAHAHA

Fabus Friend: omg

ME: oooh

Fabus Friend: we're soooo gay

Fabus Friend: LOL

ME: and they pay for your dinner

ME: hahaha

Friends, just remember, don't put out or settle for a guy/gal/group that is not worth your Diva status.

Windows

I find myself staring out windows a lot.  In bed, I face the windows to look up at the sky trying record the sways of branches to assess the weather.  On rides, I look out to follow the electrical wires that travels from blocks to blocks.  I detect movements and watch people with the comfort of knowing that there is a protective barrier splitting me from them.  However, lately, I have been wanting to be apart of the other side.  I look out my windows sometimes and wonder if this is what I will be looking out into about a year from now, a season or a month even.  It seems as though the dancing palm trees I saw about a week ago took the place of the bouncing pine trees of my summer.  And now in their places are dried montionless evergreens.

On my 5am drive to the airport, I saw a bunch of students in their uniforms lining up to wait for Jeepneys to school.  I started to romanticize about the life they would lead from that moment.  They would finish their school day.  Maybe a lucky one would have a date after at one of the local malls, lying to his parents that it was a study group.  College, then a job, finally meeting someone, move into a small community of villas, children.  Each day beginning their mornings to the same windows, riding down the same streets, hearing the same sound of traffic, seeing the same people.  I wonder if the same people are looking at me, wondering about what will be outside my windows tomorrow, dreading the same images outside their same windows.

Its incredibly silly to say this at 21, but it’s a truth that I want my window to stop returning different images.  Leaving Manila this last time was a hard hit for me. Not that this time, its some sort of final farewell. Its actually quite the opposite.  It’s the fact that I know I want to go back that made it so hard. Manila has made me want to become a fixture next to the palm trees outside the windows.