It's that time of year again: the time of year when I realize that I don't actually own any business professional clothing, that I make the mistake of wearing heels, and that I routinely have existential crises about the direction my life is headed.
Do I want to go into finance?
Do I want to go into consulting?
As Molly accurately described, who I ran into at the career fair, possibly the highlight of the whole ordeal, career fairs are slightly dehumanizing.
For once I'd like a recruiter to ask me what I do in my spare time and expect me to mention some creative part of my life, like knitting, and not that I taught myself a coding language in my free time (which I didn't fyi, I'm just throwing out an example, even though it just so happens to be the example that the guy in front of me in line gave).
Round two commences tomorrow.