So, I'm back in Boston. I moved out on something of an impulse, with the naive hope that I would land the internship with the mobile game start-up SCVNGR and avoid the shame of living at home as I turned 25. I'm 1 for 1. Unfortunately, I was not awarded the internship, but I have managed to hold on to the last lingering scraps of my pride.
Of course, those scraps are now blowing violently in the cold Boston wind. The job search is becoming somewhat desperate. I've visited with several staffing agencies, applied to numerous positions, and hoofed it through BU's fall job fair, but still I have not been able to arrange one single interview. It's a scary time, to say the least.
But there are rays of hope. I have some tantalizing leads to pursue next week and some new strategies for contacting BU alumni and lengthening the reach of my social networks. It is also helpful to remind myself that I've only lived in Boston now for 2 weeks. Landing a job takes time and patience. I will get there soon enough.
In the meantime, I'm having a lovely time meeting up with old friends and reacquainting myself with the city. Thanks to all my friends for their incredible help with the job search, settling down, and making me feel welcome. Especial thanks to Adam, Mike, and Mike's family. Their graciousness is unbounded and greatly appreciated!
Oh, and the offer still stands: the first one to help me get a good job gets a fruit basket! A whole fruit basket, guys! Can you believe it?
