It’s been a whole year since I left off from our How God Brought Us to NYC story [Part 1, Part 2, Part 3]. The big story wasn’t put off on purpose. As we’ve discovered during our first year in the city, life gets a lot busier as a 1-year-old becomes a 2-year-old and many of life’s conveniences are no longer available to us (car, cheap groceries, in-house laundry, personal space).
So it’s been a long enough cliffhanger. Not even LOST leaves us hanging that long.
Previously on How God Brought Us to NYC — Now that we were getting used to the city and the idea of living in other peoples’ apartments, I started pounding the pavement for a job. Craigslist was a jumble of poorly written and sometimes disturbing headlines. Somehow, I got my first-ever real job interview, which I whiffed on so hard that I think I pulled a shoulder…
As I said before, I left the stink bomb of an interview with my pride hurt, but slightly relieved because I realized that I didn’t want the job. I had nowhere to go but up from there. Well, I got a little lost on the street and saw my interviewer on the street a couple of times, but THEN I had nowhere to go but up.
After days of more fruitless searching on Craigslist, I hit upon a promising lead. It was an unpaid 3-month internship that involved blogging and editing for a large social network. Clever longtime readers will remember from long ago that I’m actually half-OK at those things. Unpaid, yes, but it was finally a toe in the door of the kind of career that I wanted.
This, my second real job interview (though it wasn’t for a real job), was a success. Unlike the other jobs that I’ve had in life, I didn’t have an inside connection that guaranteed me the position. However, God still showed how head-scratching marvelous He is. The young lady who interviewed me
- went to the University of Florida, just like me
- knows some of my good friends
- and has seen my band play before at her church.
This is all from me responding to a seemingly-random Craigslist ad. I got my 3-month unpaid part-time internship.
Not content with just partially hitting the big time in NYC, I kept searching for something a little more permanent. I soon scored an interview with another web company. I was on a roll.
It was a startup, and when I walked into the small office, it was filled with young geek-cool types with DJ headphones staring at monitors and deftly rapping on their keyboards. The place was devoid of human interaction.
I interviewed with the startup’s young Indian CEO. It was a smooth conversation, and he liked me. So much that I was offered the job via email about a day later. Unfortunately, the salary was a tad lower than I needed, with a Cool Family to feed and all. When I asked about the possibility of higher pay, I never heard back.
Despite that little setback, I still had momentum. At my internship, it was great to work with new people in a whole new industry for me. I commuted to their Times Square office everyday. I had reason to fix my hair every day. I had a purpose in New York City.
I also had a mortgage and rent to pay, and I didn’t have any income.
Next time: Finally, the score