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08 February 2005 @ 09:36 pm
running after you in black chiffon  
I have one wish; I choose it every time someone reminds me that it is 11:11, or that the clasp on my necklace has come to the front.

On Wednesday, January 26th, a company out in Pittsburgh called me and invited me to come in for an interview. Though no one was really entirely sure what the company did or if I'd be happy doing whatever it was, I was quite thrilled by the opportunity and immediately agreed to an interview that Friday. After I set the phone down, Reality came to have a little chat with me. It reminded me that Indiana is rather far from Pennsylvania, that I cannot drive, and that I had no place to stay. Short-term logic would have had me rescheduling the interview, but long-term emotion said, "Well, I have to go anyway."

This post is mostly Friday/a few other moments of note ... a more reflective entry is in the works.

My original plan (which, looking back on it, greatly overestimated my own endurance) was to take the train into Pittsburgh (arriving at 5 a.m.), interview (at 12:30 p.m.), and wander around aimlessly until I could return on the west-bound train (departure time, 1:22 a.m.). My mother (easily) talked me into spending more time than that out there, and with some emergency phonecalls, shelter was arranged for the duration of a week.

When I arrived at the Pittsburgh train station on Friday morning, it was cold (5 degrees), dark (5 a.m.), and rather quiet. I sat there for quite some time, so very anxious and incredibly afraid, sleepless and unsettled. What was I doing here? How was I going to get to where I needed to go without being mugged, murdered, or just plain flat out lost? After awhile, I plucked up my courage (such as it was) and called for a taxi. While I waited, a gentleman wearing a feathered hat offered me a ride in an unmarked, green sedan. "AAAH SCARY PLEASE DON'T LOOK SO SUSPICIOUS" cried the Panic part of my personality, while the Practical half politely turned him down and went on with life.

The actual taximan who appeared was far less flamboyant in headgear, opting instead for a baseball cap. Though my instructions were rather haphazard (a street was named after a Secretary of State or War, can't remember offhand, and I kept on substituting different holders of that office), his sense of direction was true. I set foot in the Attic just as the sunrise was beginning to brighten the hills and promptly went to sleep.

Fortunately, I woke up prior to my interview. I wanted to get there early, so I called for another taxi. With a slight afro, this taximan proved to be far more congenial than the first, and we had a small conversation about jobs, money, and all that fun stuff. Sometime during the course of chatter, I mentioned that I had arrived on the train. He started talking about how two people had attempted to commit suicide by standing on the train tracks ...

... and then it was time for the interview! Oh, such a joyous note. I joined three other clearly just-out-of-college folks on two black couches, eyed magazines advertising a lifestyle I never want to afford, awaiting my turn. I was the only Midwesterner there, yet somehow I wound up discussing the challenge of sledding in Indiana with the young man sitting next to me. The interview itself was unremarkable ... the wait for the taxi back to the Attic took longer. By this point, it was roughly 2 or 3 p.m. ... I had last eaten at 6 p.m. the previous day. Though cons have trained me quite well in the art of ignoring hunger, I had to admit that I was dying for a pizza. There just happened to be a newspaper flyer advertising a local pizza place that delivered lying on the stairs, so I took it as a sign. I ordered, received, ate, and fell asleep on the couch.

I was sick Saturday/Sunday, and spent most of the time sleeping it out.

I spent the remaining week becoming more familiar with the neighborhood in which I will reside, and with the bus system. I took many walks. Onward I marched, over puddle and slush, crossing the unshoveled expanses, until at last!! I found the zoo!

Getting my ass on the bus was a more challenging matter. Buses just aren't a habit I've developed yet, so it was hard to overcome my hesitations, but I managed (and, upon witnessing a blind passenger, felt terrible that the issue was such a personal challenge for me). I walked to one bus stop of many at a four-way intersection, and waited. As I stood there, I noticed that the bus I wanted stopped at the opposite corner! This was perplexing, so I crossed the street to wait over there instead, and spent the time having a "pleasant conversation" with an elderly Italian lady in a red wool coat. The bus arrived at the intersection again, and stopped at the corner I had just left! Well! Not much to do about that, so I waited until it came by my corner again, and boarded, only to find myself at the end of the bus route. It turns out I had gotten on the right bus going the wrong way and that the first corner had been the right bus going in the right direction.

I did manage to get off the bus in the right spot, though really it would have been incredibly dumb for me not to have, as there are multiple stops in the University of Pittsburgh/Carnagie Mellon area. I was completely impressed by the Cathedral of Learning, and had to work hard not to gawk as I looked at the building. I'm sure all 42 floors must be guarded by red tape deep, but the amazing number of arches, the giant study halls, and all the detail in the place really fired me up to continue my education at some point.

The train ride back to the Midwest was long (9 hours) and uneventful. Why I can sleep well in cars but not in trains, I may never figure out ...
 
 
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Current Music: "Holding My Thoughts in My Heart," FFVII
 
 
 
Silvermasksilvermask on February 9th, 2005 05:09 am (UTC)
Yay, you're alive! :D I wondered where you'd disappeared to. XD
One Who Wanders: addictabiona on February 9th, 2005 06:24 am (UTC)
Yes, I am alive. I had no Internet connection during that time, which was a little tough. XD;;
Liz: Ulalaladyaltara on February 9th, 2005 03:19 pm (UTC)
Yeah, I was starting to wonder where ya were...lol
So, when will you find out if you got the job, or did you already?
It would be cool to have you that much closer to us, lol.
Fishkayay on February 9th, 2005 06:07 pm (UTC)
"My original plan was to take the train into Pittsburgh (arriving at 5 a.m.), interview (at 12:30 p.m.), and wander around aimlessly until I could return on the west-bound train (departure time, 1:22 a.m.)"

You're nutters; it's a good thing your mom convinced you to stay longer.

Let us know when you hear from them.
Emily: goddessetoileeyes on February 11th, 2005 01:40 am (UTC)
AWWW... if only you had graduated sooner and I had graduated later so that we could have been in the same city at the same time. ..pouts... aww well. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for that job for you. Pittsburgh's a fun city. It was just too pricy to live in for me. You've got connections though. Lucky girl. Hope to hear from you soon hun!
hypertechiehypertechie on February 11th, 2005 02:38 am (UTC)
that wouldn't have been that long of a trip
i would have done it with you. I also have trouble sleeping on trains, so i bring my laptop and watch movies. Carnagie Mellon is a great school, i interviewed there, but i just didn't like pittsburg. Though i never saw the zoo. They do have really good chinese restaurants though, and you have to go and laugh at for debquois- it is somthing like that, though pronounced de-cane. it has the worst diaramas ever, but it is comical. Hope you get the job, then you will be closer to visit. I'll drive down and see you sometime.