Just the awesome view that I get while walking from the bus stop to my internship!
I HAVE LANDED AN INTERNSHIP. AND IT’S PAID. AND I’LL BE DOING EXACTLY WHAT I WANT TO BE DOING WHEN I GRADUATE.
I can hardly believe it! Just goes to show you what you can accomplish if you keep at it and never give up. This confirms that transferring to Marquette was the right thing for me to do. I feel like I’ve been holding my breath underwater for a year and I’ve finally swum to the top. My lungs are once again filled with air and I can breathe!
This is going to be an amazing experience. I cannot wait to start on Monday!
I am going to be able to get a job when I graduate.
AND IT’S GOING TO BE IN MY FIELD.
Thank you God, thank you Marquette, thank you Milwaukee, and thank you Primum!!
LOVE MY JOB at The Rave!
Spent $24 and had a terrible dining experience at Milwaukee’s Cafe Centraal. Told them about it and received a nice apology note along with a $50 gift card for any of their grand cafe locations (in case I don’t want to return to CC). Sometimes things work out the way they’re supposed to. :)
I want an internship. Furthermore, not only do I want one, I need one. I have applied to 15+ companies in the Milwaukee area for a summer internship (began searching in December). I made it to the interview stage with 5 of them. Each time, it was acknowledged that Milwaukee-area companies could greatly benefit from hiring me as an intern. And yet, each time I was denied the opportunity to work there because I didn’t have enough direct experience.
Come on now! These are internships for college students! I’m not applying to be a senior manager somewhere, nor am I even applying for an entry level job. Just an internship. All I need is for one company to decide to take the time to train me. I’m smart, and I pick up on things quickly. I’m a hard worker who does have job experience that entails things besides food service (though, I have served my fair share of time in that field as well)…just not any former “internship” experiences.
But seriously. Office skills? Check. Creativity? Check. Fearlessness? Check. Ability to withstand difficult people and stressful times? Check. Ability to effectively connect with others? Check. Crazy excellent writing skills? You bet.
That’s just the beginning. Seriously, I’m great. Check out my LinkedIn account. Three people (boss, co-worker, and instructor) have recommended me, and I could get more if I wanted. Two other instructors have written brilliant letters of recommendation for me in the past. Anyone that has interacted with me can tell you that I am amazing.
I specifically transferred to Marquette to have the opportunity to blossom in Milwaukee. I just wish that someone would give me the chance to do so now that I’m down here.
So, dear Tumblrverse, if you know of any place in the Milwaukee area that needs an awesome person to do Communications/Marketing/PR work…let me know.
I just can’t get over this.
Let me explain: One of my jobs includes working as a stagehand at The Rave in Milwaukee. After setting up for the show and going home to eat, I get to come back, clock in, and watch most of the performance before tearing down. It’s pretty awesome, to say the least. Plus, it allows me to see a variety of artists that I would never have seen live otherwise.
One of those artists is Marilyn Manson.
I know a handful of Manson’s songs, seen a couple of his music videos, and have obviously heard about the good ol’ days in the late 90s early 00s when he had these wild concerts and did all kinds of bizarre and otherwise questionable things on stage. Some of my coworkers had been at The Rave long enough to have experienced one of these performances. As we uncoiled the snake and daisy chained the data cables that Saturday morning, I had the pleasure of hearing several fantastic tales of Manson’s eccentric and outlandish behavior on stage. To say that I was intrigued and excited to be experiencing one of these peculiar concerts firsthand (while getting paid to do so!) was an understatement.
So you can imagine how shocked and disheartened I was when I realized this sad fact: The Manson of 2012 is disappointingly not weird.
First, I learned that Mr. Hardcore needed his dressing room to be at exactly 62 °F. Even though his crew referred to him as “Satan” when delivering this order and had us hang black drapes all throughout the dressing room, I began to doubt that I’d be witnessing the same grand spectacle of a performance that my coworkers experienced 9 years beforehand. But hey, I can appreciate a man who wants a cool room to chill in (terrible pun absolutely intended). I decided to let the petty room temp requirement slide.
But then I saw the concert.
I missed the first two songs and came in halfway through the third, so there is a possibility that he did something obscene and unthinkable during that time…but I doubt it. Manson had a quick change room on stage, so while he occasionally threw a different hat or blazer on, he mostly donned black combat boots, black skinny jeans, and a hooded leather vest (guess what color it was).
Come on now. My sister wears that same outfit sometimes.
His hair was cut pretty short, buzzed a little on the sides and shaggier in the front and on top. Edgy, but still a pretty standard “Rock Star” haircut. He still wore some makeup, but it certainly wasn’t up to par with the face paint of Manson circa 1999.
Still, there was always the performance itself. That was what I was looking forward to anyway, so Manson still had a chance to live up to the hype. However, the most exciting thing he did while performing was walk nonchalantly across the stage as he screamed every other lyric into the mic. He did bring out his trusty pulpit during the encore for “Antichrist Superstar” and threw a few bibles at the crowd, but that was it.
There was a half-empty bottle of absinthe in his dressing room, though. I’ll let you draw your own conclusions from that.
But, yes. In sum, the Marilyn Manson of 2012 no longer embodies the “shock” factor. As a co-worker succinctly put it, “He’s getting old, I guess”.
Went to see Othello at The Rep and got a shot that represented the audience pretty well. One 20-something year old for every five or so 65+ year olds. Oh, Shakespeare…