Staring at the PacSun

So today I had an interview with PacSun (the clothing company) which was held at our career center. I get there, and sit down in the waiting area, and there is this girl all nicely dressed up in a business suit. Freakin' skinny as shit. She had 3 interviews that day -- all with investment banking firms. We make small chat, and some other young people in business suits come by and they all start talking. Now, I dressed up, but first, I don't even own a business suit... and second, PacSun has a casual dresscode, so I thought I'd dress up a bit, but not ridiculously. I was in nice, new jeans, a nice new blouse, and terrible terrible old (but nice looking!) uncomfortable shoes. Which reminds me, I need to throw those aways, because they don't deserve to live.

One guy looks over at me, and asks me who I am interviewing with. I tell him PacSun. He being foreign, of course has no idea of the existence of non-banking firms, so I explain to him the concept behind the store. Then he asks, "are you really interested in retail?"

To which I follow with "kind of, I mean, I'm not super interested in the job position, but we'll see what happens [someone starts walking into the room]... at least it'll be good interview experience." And then I sigh to myself, because I know that the casually dressed gentleman in the stripped polo and jeans is my first of two interviews. And dear god, I hope he didn't hear what I said.

Because it turns out that the interview made me more excited about the position and the company. The two of us hit it off well, and I think I had a good impression. I was interviewed by someone else for the second part of the interview, which I don't really understand the purpose of. The questions were the same, and I was told hta tI could answer the same way if I wanted to. I felt more stupid with her, because I was struggling to come up with new, fresh answers and situations that fit into the question.

I hope it turns out well. This interview probably caused me some scars due to those shoes (I ended up buying fli-flops afterwards because i couldn't walk to class in the sneakers I had brought with me), so I better get some sort of recognition.

There are a few other companies I'm planning on applying to, and UCLA is having a graduate school fair in a couple of weeks, which I will definitely be attending. I know I want to go to grad school, but it's too late to apply for next year really. Plus, I was told by my professors and some cool TA friends of mine in the Ecology department, that the master's and PhD programs are designed for people a couple years after their undergraduate degrees are obtained.

We'll see. Things are moving quickly now.
Isn't one's Senior Year supposed to be a blast? I feel like it's just going to disappear tomorrow.