Meet-And-Greet
Note to self: Leave earlier next time.
I left in what I thought was plenty of time this afternoon to head to Owensboro for my first meet-and-greet with accounting firms, but I got caught in school-just-let-out traffic, which set me back in my time schedule. As I headed up the parkway to Owensboro, I began to realize that I had scheduled too closely, and I would probably end up being late. I stepped things up a notch, and mercifully, the five cops that I met over the next hour or so were either on their way home to a chicken dinner or had blinders on. Either way, I was grateful they weren’t sitting in the median waiting on some speedster to come along.
As I arrived in Owensboro, I gauged that I would probably end up being only five minutes late—if traffic cooperated. Well, traffic wasn’t the problem—my map was. I’ll spare you the gory details, but suffice it to say that had a helicopter been following me from the air, they may well have gotten quite dizzy while attempting to follow the car below through its turnabouts.
I finally found the right street and arrived at the accounting firm only fifteen minutes late. I was pleased to find a parking space right near the front door. I grabbed my resume from the passenger seat and walked inside. The entrance was one of those that you enter and two businesses have their entrances going off the small entryway. I was rather puzzled by the fact that neither business represented the accounting firm that I was looking for.
I picked a door and walked inside to the receptionist’s desk and inquired upon the location of the accounting firm. She was pretty sure that it was located next door, and someone else confirmed that the place I needed to go was, in fact, one door down. (No wonder I got a parking place near the front door—it was the wrong one!) I exited the building, found the correct entrance, and entered.
I was greeted by their receptionist and gave her my name. She gave me an information packet and nametag, and I gave her my resume. I was then greeted by an older gentleman, and he asked if he could take my picture. “Uh, sure!” I smiled for the large camera he was wielding and waited for him to snap the picture. As he fiddled around with it, I could feel my smile wilting. By the time he actually got the picture taken, I’m sure it was nothing more than a sick little smile, since a genuine smile can only last for so long!
After the picture, another guy stepped forward to shake my hand and escorted me down the hall to a group of four college students being shown around by two of their associates. They told us about what they do (tax work) and then fielded questions from us. Another girl joined us (and later another), and she appeared to nearly be in tears because she had also gotten lost. I was gratified to find out later on that, out of the seven of us in my group, at least five us had gotten lost on the way there.
We were escorted from office to office where different people told us about different aspects of public accounting. After talking with several of their associates, we went to their conference room for refreshments—the part I had been dreading.
We stood around conversating for a period of time. I chatted with two girls from WKU that will be in at least one of my accounting classes this fall. It had begun storming soon after I arrived at the firm and after about fifteen minutes of chatting, one of the partners made an announcement that since there was a lull in the storm, it would probably be a good time to wrap things up. We did so. Happily.
I made up for my trek to Owensboro by returning at a far more sedate pace. And I met exactly zero cops. Go figure.
On another, more delightful note, I stopped at the university on my way back through to take my final at the library—less distracting than doing it at home. I’ll just have to say that it was a good thing that the course was an open-book course. I’d have had to work way too hard on it otherwise—not cool to work hard on school during the summer! I worked as hard and as fast as I could on that final and I still ran out of time. I had to submit it without even attempting the last twelve problems. Oh well, I still got 127 when I only needed 40 to make my grade.
So now I’m free!!!! For two whole weeks and three days. Short break, huh?
I left in what I thought was plenty of time this afternoon to head to Owensboro for my first meet-and-greet with accounting firms, but I got caught in school-just-let-out traffic, which set me back in my time schedule. As I headed up the parkway to Owensboro, I began to realize that I had scheduled too closely, and I would probably end up being late. I stepped things up a notch, and mercifully, the five cops that I met over the next hour or so were either on their way home to a chicken dinner or had blinders on. Either way, I was grateful they weren’t sitting in the median waiting on some speedster to come along.
As I arrived in Owensboro, I gauged that I would probably end up being only five minutes late—if traffic cooperated. Well, traffic wasn’t the problem—my map was. I’ll spare you the gory details, but suffice it to say that had a helicopter been following me from the air, they may well have gotten quite dizzy while attempting to follow the car below through its turnabouts.
I finally found the right street and arrived at the accounting firm only fifteen minutes late. I was pleased to find a parking space right near the front door. I grabbed my resume from the passenger seat and walked inside. The entrance was one of those that you enter and two businesses have their entrances going off the small entryway. I was rather puzzled by the fact that neither business represented the accounting firm that I was looking for.
I picked a door and walked inside to the receptionist’s desk and inquired upon the location of the accounting firm. She was pretty sure that it was located next door, and someone else confirmed that the place I needed to go was, in fact, one door down. (No wonder I got a parking place near the front door—it was the wrong one!) I exited the building, found the correct entrance, and entered.
I was greeted by their receptionist and gave her my name. She gave me an information packet and nametag, and I gave her my resume. I was then greeted by an older gentleman, and he asked if he could take my picture. “Uh, sure!” I smiled for the large camera he was wielding and waited for him to snap the picture. As he fiddled around with it, I could feel my smile wilting. By the time he actually got the picture taken, I’m sure it was nothing more than a sick little smile, since a genuine smile can only last for so long!
After the picture, another guy stepped forward to shake my hand and escorted me down the hall to a group of four college students being shown around by two of their associates. They told us about what they do (tax work) and then fielded questions from us. Another girl joined us (and later another), and she appeared to nearly be in tears because she had also gotten lost. I was gratified to find out later on that, out of the seven of us in my group, at least five us had gotten lost on the way there.
We were escorted from office to office where different people told us about different aspects of public accounting. After talking with several of their associates, we went to their conference room for refreshments—the part I had been dreading.
We stood around conversating for a period of time. I chatted with two girls from WKU that will be in at least one of my accounting classes this fall. It had begun storming soon after I arrived at the firm and after about fifteen minutes of chatting, one of the partners made an announcement that since there was a lull in the storm, it would probably be a good time to wrap things up. We did so. Happily.
I made up for my trek to Owensboro by returning at a far more sedate pace. And I met exactly zero cops. Go figure.
On another, more delightful note, I stopped at the university on my way back through to take my final at the library—less distracting than doing it at home. I’ll just have to say that it was a good thing that the course was an open-book course. I’d have had to work way too hard on it otherwise—not cool to work hard on school during the summer! I worked as hard and as fast as I could on that final and I still ran out of time. I had to submit it without even attempting the last twelve problems. Oh well, I still got 127 when I only needed 40 to make my grade.
So now I’m free!!!! For two whole weeks and three days. Short break, huh?
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