Several years ago, I worked for a business school as a career counselor. My job, essentially, was to work with the students in their last six weeks at the school to place them in internships and then help them get their resumes ready, as well as setting up mock and real job interviews for them, and to basically help them land a job in their career. The job entailed everything from how to speak, answer questions, and what to wear all the way to how to fill out job applications, write a resume, and set up interview appointments.
It was an awesome job. I loved my students. I loved the employers I worked with to help students get jobs. I loved my office. I pretty much loved everything about that job, except the other employees. The director of the school, who shall remain nameless to protect the guilty and otherwise foolish, had made a habit of hiring only large-breasted, young, perky things who had recently graduated from the school. That he was having affairs with some of them was a common rumor whispered amongst the hallways, but not ever confirmed. I was one of the few people he had hired from outside of the graduates, since my job required experience and education that someone just graduating from a business school would not have had.Read More