home sweet home

I look at that post below and see... just see how much things have changed since then.

Things worth mentioning:

1) I got the HAYL up out of Buckle. Bad news (even though I received benefits and had a pretty sweet paycheck)

2) I am now so so happy working at my Alma Mater- the place I now call home. I get to talk to students all day and hear their concerns and promote events and just be so comfortable.

3) I might be studying in Ireland for the summer. An old professor of mine has a project up his sleeve which involved developing an IMC plan (Integrated Marketing Communications) for a music festival in Galway. Talk about right up my friggin alleyway.

4) My brother moved into the house next door to my parents' place. YIKES. But he's gone half the time making mucho mulah out at sea. I keep asking if he's seen a mermaid yet. (He hasn't).

5) I'm playing Belinda Blair (Flavia Brent) in Lehigh's production of Noises Off, quite possibly the funniest farce ever written. You should come see it. It opens April 9th at 8pm and runs for about a week. Seriously, you'll probably pee all over the place.

Did you know the word "bedlam" is an abbreviation of Bethlehem?

Well now I'm back there. WITH A JOB. I am very eager to start working and feeling more productive with my degree. With this position, I will now have such a diverse cornucopia of marketing experiences to display, you won't even know what hit you. I am now the assistant manager of Buckle, a specialty clothing store that emphasizes well-made jeans. I've always liked the store and their cool funky way of doing things is quite appealing. Start Tuesday.

We'll see where this takes me, but I know that in a few years I want to go back to school for my Master's. The ideal would be the UK, but considering the fact that even paper clips cost DOUBLE there, it might be a bit of a stretch. At the same time, I have made this pledge to stop avoiding my dreams just because it might get tough. No more of that. Good riddance, cowardice. I'll make it happen. Even if I have to sell my body to the night. Rooooooooooooxanne!

In other news, my car needs an oil change.

Love,
Katie

Hello out there! Is anybody listening?

Well I have neglected this blog. That's for sure. But I miss it and I want to continue to feed it with stupid instances and witty words. Yum.

Re: an update... I am still on the hunt for my dream job yet I think it's time I stopped fantasizing about a corner office and a tailored CMO suit. It's just not going to happen at this point. But that does NOT mean I am going to settle for some administrative assistant job. I just won't. And I think I'll be proud of myself later in life for refusing to do so.

I've been applying to things like "Corporate Marketing Assistant" and "Marketing Manager Associate" at places like Crayola and Rodale. Penguin also has some great marketing opportunities but that might be out of my league just yet. I started out getting accepted to internships for theatre companies in the Big Bad City but gently turned them down due to lack of funds. Sorry, but I prefer not to pay in order to work.

It's been hard. And it doesn't help that my family nags me EVERY DAY about whether or not I "got any bites." I finally snapped back with the old "I will tell you when something comes up. Thanks." You know what I think the problem is? All my life I have had a sort of schedule of events. First, I will go to grade school, then I will go to high school and work in the summer, then a 4-year college for a Bachelor's and then.... then I will get recruited by some stellar marketing firm in New York. Life seemed simple when I had a plan. Now, there just isn't a direct path for me to follow, no course of action to which I can say "well, this is what every kid does next, so..."

I find myself missing school because I feel gypped out of a comprehensive 4-year experience (transferring schools is, at the same time, the best thing and worst thing I have ever done). This adds to the feeling of not being ready to enter the workforce. I can't really understand why I've neglected to be a go-getter when it comes to applying for jobs. There's a part of me that doesn't want to be the used car salesman type when it comes to networking and schmoozing and calling companies just to talk to Janet in HR about how I know SO much about her company and have wanted to work there since I could breath. That's just not me.

I guess I want employers to see my resume, see my credentials and cover letter writing skills and say "Gee, she seems like a grand candidate. Let's give her a call."

But I need to wake up. It's 2009 and I need to get with the program.

Do I have to?

Love,
Katie

Only to find Gideon's bible

I have less than two weeks of undergraduate schooling left.

I plan on staying longer after classes end. I want to milk these days as best I can.

I don't know how to not impersonate my person.

Love,
Katie

Funny courtesy of Allison Targoff

Watch them.

BFFs. No we're not.

Heyo.

It was a daunting weekend. Want to know why? Even if you don't I'm telling you anyway.

After spending much of Friday afternoon doing work in the Library, I realized my keys were locked inside my house and that I am the most intelligent person in the world. Bess tried to break in with a Blockbuster card and then Justin and Eva traipsed by my door. "Hey! Ha...locked outta mah house! I'm such a...silly person. Heh heh...heh.....Well, see ya later!" Justin tried to break in through my roommate's window but to no avail. "Oh well. Call me if you need a couch." With that they stumbled forth into the night.

And thus began a night of slumber at Bess' house. This slumber included a wonderfully vivid dream about Erica being an art teacher at the summer camp I dreamedly (I made up a word) worked at. The most exciting part I can remember is when a camper introduced herself as Melanie and I said "Oh! Well, you look like a Melanie." Erica took me aside and said I was racist for saying that. And un-PC. I said no I'm not racist. Nor un-PC.

Take that, Erica.

Saturday morning as if by some heavenly miracle brought forth by St. Francis himself (so sue me. I like animals), the Blockbuster card tore through that door with a vengeance. So I put on my Easter outfit and my Easter shoes and got in my car and drowned out the poopiness of the day with some new Bloc Party, until I came upon the ridiculously unnecessary detour about 8 feet before the 78 entrance ramp. (Have you seen this? What could they possibly be doing to an 8 foot stretch of road?) And this detour was a detour to rival all detours. I thought the highway department was playing a joke on drivers. I can just see them in their fluorescent traffic vests and hard hats, smiling villainously and rubbing their dirty, grubby, sausagy hands together saying "heheheee turn left. No right. NO LEFT again. NO RIIIGHT!!!! MUUUhahahah!"

But I made it home. And watched my dad try and control the SEVEN LAMBS he RENTED for our Easter Extravaganza ("What? I like animals"). After watching little kids beat a donkey pinata adorned with makeshift bunny ears, I decided to hide from my family. But not before all 35 of them asked me what I was doing with my life! Oh no. You don't get off that easy! You see it's all about comparisons and making sure no one else is doing better than little Henry who's going to grad school for stem cell research or Barbara who wants to feed yogurt to starving children in Uganda. Over the years, I have developed a way to combat these inquiries. I just tell them I plan on getting my SCUBA certification and marrying rich, or something equally housewifey.

Acting? What about acting.

No, actually I am really excited to work on Moliere, but not as excited for the rhyming. It sounds beautiful but g-damn it's hard to not get into a Dr. Seuss-y rhyming funk. Also, I think I am having trouble trying not to be Phoebe when I play Celimene. I am looking forward to my lovely classmates' help.

This is long-winded.

Love,
Katie

Beyonce

That is: Beyonce steppin awn out like BAYUM.

Games were definitely what I needed to wake up/forget about my test for a while. Having just taken it, maybe I should have cut class to study instead. Just playin.

As for the chair race... I want to continue it another time! With blocks! And a first aid kit!

I think maybe I need to re-read the text so that I know what I'm doing. I will be honest, I stood there trying to recall some of the plot while we were condensing our scenes into short synopses. Also, I should catch up on blog entries. And do so by actually writing something significant instead of "class was fun today" and "Katherine's shirt was pretty" and "collige is diffacult."

No time like the present:

ehem.

I have been seriously contemplating (for a couple of weeks now) a career that combines marketing with theatre. I love marketing. I love theatre. I might extract jubilance from the marketing of theatre. And even if I don't, I think it's a great start for me. Although there is a sort of monopoly in marketing Broadway shows (jqmcoisdl Nielsen hudhcniscfl), there might be a tiny beam of light in smaller pursuits. Perhaps regional theatre or just marketing the arts in general since I have had experience with a smallish contemporary art museum.

If anyone has any suggestions, please PLEASE let me know. Anything is welcome, as I cannot be overly selective at this point.

Thanks.

Sincerely,

Katherine Kozlowski