…when you can’t really function you’re so full of fear.

I arrived in Brooklyn this past Friday. Since arriving here it’s been a non-stop celebration for so many reasons: my welcome to NYC, my gf’s welcome back to NYC, her sister’s last night here (she left with her bf for San Fran), and my good friend’s arrival to NYC (he’s been on vacay up here for the week). I’ve only been able to start a serious job search yesterday. I gotta be honest, a guy can lose focus pretty easily in this city.

To be fair, I actually had an interview on Monday with a recruiting agency which went well. Unfortunately, the position I wanted won’t be decided until at least a week from now. The agent actually offered me another job in the interim to “keep me busy,” but the pay was super low and I kindly declined. After a few conversations with friends later, I started to regret that choice. Based on some experiences others have had, turning down an offer is equivalent to turning down an eventual better position along with a bevy of potential networking contacts. So, when I received a call from the agent this morning about another lower paying 1-day gig for tomorrow, I was quick to accept it.

I’ll let you know how it goes tomorrow. For now, I just got on the train back to Brooklyn after a day of updating my “career change” resume. More on that later, though…