Fall Career Fair
I worked my first Career Fair today - despite it being the third one held during my tenure.
I spent most of my time people watching, but occasionally I was called upon to assist a student, alumni or employee with something. Naturally, I made a game of it.
"Student, Alumni or Employee?!" is the name of the game. And yes, I am very well aware of how original I am. Thank you! (*takes a bow*)
It wasn't exactly a challenge, given that students/alumni were wearing nametags. And that most employers had polos, nice shirts, or nametags identifying them. The interesting thing stemmed from a person without any of the above. (Yes, she had clothes, but she was basically unidentified)
A fairly attractive young woman walked by the desk without any direct identification as to which group she would fall into. Based on her youth, I deemed her too young to be an alumni. And based on her clothing, I deemed her too unprofessional to be an employer on campus to recruit the "impressionable" young minds. This had to be a student!
She wore a purple sweater-type thing, with a kind of wifebeater-ish-shirt underneath. The sweater-type thing failed to cover her shoulders, so the shirt underneath appeared on her shoulders. She wore some relatively tight-fighting pants, pretty well, the chauvinist in me dares to add (Having looked up chauvinist to double-check my spelling, I discovered that while my use is acceptable to the lay-person, it is technically improper. I just wanted you to know.). So, as I was saying she had a nice tush.
She walked by a couple of times, and then walked up to my desk. After perusing the information layed out on the desk between us, she looked up and asked if there was any information she needed. I asked what exactly she was looking for - a part of me wanted her to respond, "You, later tonight, you sexy beast!" - tossing me her name and phone number. Of course, I would have blushed as red as the shirts the Target recruiters were wearing...
Needless to say, that did not happen. But how cool would that have been? And I know people that would pay good money to see my face that red!
Anyway, fantasy aside. She said she was an employer/recruiter just wondering if she needed any information from the desk I was personing (while I was manning it at the time, it was to be womanned later). After all I was an integral part of the well-oiled machine that helped put this shin-dig on. I told her "Not really." She thanked me for my time and assistance and walked off.
Later on I discovered what company she was representing.
Ambercrombie & Fitch.
I need say no more.
I spent most of my time people watching, but occasionally I was called upon to assist a student, alumni or employee with something. Naturally, I made a game of it.
"Student, Alumni or Employee?!" is the name of the game. And yes, I am very well aware of how original I am. Thank you! (*takes a bow*)
It wasn't exactly a challenge, given that students/alumni were wearing nametags. And that most employers had polos, nice shirts, or nametags identifying them. The interesting thing stemmed from a person without any of the above. (Yes, she had clothes, but she was basically unidentified)
A fairly attractive young woman walked by the desk without any direct identification as to which group she would fall into. Based on her youth, I deemed her too young to be an alumni. And based on her clothing, I deemed her too unprofessional to be an employer on campus to recruit the "impressionable" young minds. This had to be a student!
She wore a purple sweater-type thing, with a kind of wifebeater-ish-shirt underneath. The sweater-type thing failed to cover her shoulders, so the shirt underneath appeared on her shoulders. She wore some relatively tight-fighting pants, pretty well, the chauvinist in me dares to add (Having looked up chauvinist to double-check my spelling, I discovered that while my use is acceptable to the lay-person, it is technically improper. I just wanted you to know.). So, as I was saying she had a nice tush.
She walked by a couple of times, and then walked up to my desk. After perusing the information layed out on the desk between us, she looked up and asked if there was any information she needed. I asked what exactly she was looking for - a part of me wanted her to respond, "You, later tonight, you sexy beast!" - tossing me her name and phone number. Of course, I would have blushed as red as the shirts the Target recruiters were wearing...
Needless to say, that did not happen. But how cool would that have been? And I know people that would pay good money to see my face that red!
Anyway, fantasy aside. She said she was an employer/recruiter just wondering if she needed any information from the desk I was personing (while I was manning it at the time, it was to be womanned later). After all I was an integral part of the well-oiled machine that helped put this shin-dig on. I told her "Not really." She thanked me for my time and assistance and walked off.
Later on I discovered what company she was representing.
Ambercrombie & Fitch.
I need say no more.
posted by The @ 11:30 PM
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