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Somedays, You Just Feel Like a Cosmic Plaything
I have been attempting to be a Responsible Human Being and starting to look for jobs for after I graduate and become a Real Person(TM).
This is frustrated by the fact that I do not want to work for
a)car companies
b)oil companies
c)consulting firms
Being a mechanical engineer, this limits my options somewhat. I have personal issues with most American car companies (especially GM), oil companies bore me to tears, and I do not have the patience to do consulting (I have ranks in Diplomacy, but not nearly enough).
Add to this that my freshman/sophomore year screw-ups from before I got my head screwed on straight are coming back to bite me in the ass, because companies are wanting a freaking GPA minimum. Apparently, it doesn't fucking matter that I got a 4.0 last term in my most grueling semester ever; nope, those Institute-required classes I failed freshman year tell them they don't want me.
And then there's this common occurrence at Career Fairs to rub salt in the wound:
Me: *walks past Company X's booth*
Company X Reps: *brightly smiling* Hey! How are you?
Me: *glances at booth* *sees "We <3 CS!" signs* *smiles weakly* I'm MechE.
Reps: *smiles become awkward and strained* Oh. Well, good luck?
It's kinda depressing. Anyway, I must be a masochist, because there's an Apple infosession on campus tonight that I'll go to. It can't possibly be worse than the CIA infosession I went to last semester.
This is frustrated by the fact that I do not want to work for
a)car companies
b)oil companies
c)consulting firms
Being a mechanical engineer, this limits my options somewhat. I have personal issues with most American car companies (especially GM), oil companies bore me to tears, and I do not have the patience to do consulting (I have ranks in Diplomacy, but not nearly enough).
Add to this that my freshman/sophomore year screw-ups from before I got my head screwed on straight are coming back to bite me in the ass, because companies are wanting a freaking GPA minimum. Apparently, it doesn't fucking matter that I got a 4.0 last term in my most grueling semester ever; nope, those Institute-required classes I failed freshman year tell them they don't want me.
And then there's this common occurrence at Career Fairs to rub salt in the wound:
Me: *walks past Company X's booth*
Company X Reps: *brightly smiling* Hey! How are you?
Me: *glances at booth* *sees "We <3 CS!" signs* *smiles weakly* I'm MechE.
Reps: *smiles become awkward and strained* Oh. Well, good luck?
It's kinda depressing. Anyway, I must be a masochist, because there's an Apple infosession on campus tonight that I'll go to. It can't possibly be worse than the CIA infosession I went to last semester.