First thing out of the gate was the 2nd interview with the “marketing” firm in town that I talked to yesterday. They actually had me show up at a Home Depot (their client) to experience the process the entry level people go through trying to get people to have someone come to their home to actually do measuring and consultation on improvements in their home.
It was sales.
I was uncomfortable with the whole process.
After I left, I tried going to a couple of the TV stations in town. Two of them had positions for website people in their newsroom. Since it had worked for me before, I tried cold calling. The Fox station…the news director wasn’t even there. Ugh. Then I try the NBC station. There, I was told by the receptionist that no one at all comes out from the back unless there is a previous appointment set up because of security reasons. Honestly, the part of town it was in was a little shady. So I guess I could understand.
I went back to the hotel and emailed that news director and even called and left her a voicemail. No luck. I made a few more calls this afternoon, but got nowhere with them.
One thing did cheer me up though. Tara and I had watched “America’s Next Great Restaurant” on NBC. Through the course of that show, we got hammered about Chipotle non-stop. I thought I might find a Chipotle in Vegas. I did. Now I’m officially a big Chipotle fan.
Memorial Day started out with me getting up quite early. I’m in a time zone 2 hours back from home, so my getting up at 8:15 without an alarm clock actually meant I was getting up at 6:15. I was supposed to be at a scheduled interview at 9am. I knew I hadn’t found the place yet, so I wanted to make sure and leave with enough time to get there. I just didn’t want to get there too early.
So once I left, I started to walk from my room to my car. For those of you who have never been to Vegas, some of these places can be more than a half-mile to walk to your car depending on where your room is. I had been to Vegas once before, but Tara and I never had a car while there (with exception of when we rented one to drive out to the Hoover Dam). My room was in the east tower of The Luxor, which is the furthest away from their parking you can get. It took about 12 minutes for me to get from my room on the 15th floor of that tower, down to the 1st floor, skirt along the edge of the pyramid, before cutting across the casino floor to get to the exit for parking. Even once out that exit, you still had to cross this foot bridge through the pool area, across the street, and to the 2-floor parking garage.
It was right about the time I was going to cut across the casino floor that I realized that I had forgot a copy of my resume like I was asked to bring with me. No time to go back and get it. I get to my car and start to leave for the place. Did I follow the directions on my phone’s Google map directions? No. I know sometimes they don’t always provide the best way. Well, long story short, I should have followed them. There was some non-logic to a few of the streets in Vegas. I got lost. Thank goodness I found my way eventually. I arrived at the place for my interview right at 9am on the dot.
I was invited to come back for a 2nd round interview. Ok, fine. A job interview is a job interview.
I had an interview by phone with a similar “marketing firm” based out of Phoenix a little later in the morning. Later in the afternoon, I was called asking to come in for a 2nd interview. I had to decline. I didn’t know when the earliest I could be in Phoenix was. Plus, when did “marketing” become sales? Hate to say it, but there is a delineation that these places ignore.
Being Memorial Day, I had some really tough luck trying to make calls this afternoon. So that was the extent of Memorial Day job hunting.
Here’s where I started out my Sunday morning. I filled up with gasoline at the nearest gas station to the hotel. This was the pump I used. Very pieced together. While I in the middle of filling up my gas tank, I noticed there was a nice, pristine gas station across the street. Oh well. Gas is gas, right?
Of course, I see these blown over signs while I’m driving. That ends up leading me to this sign below.
Now of course, I’ve not been in the desert before, so I’ve not seen how the dirt could blow at the drop of a hat. However, I’ve seen dirt storms that high before in West Texas.
I did happen to see this old school hurse.
And yes, I did stop for something besides gas. I’ve only been across the continental divide by car in Colorado before.
I did see these snow capped mountain peaks before getting up in the mountains at Flagstaff.
Once in Flagstaff, I did try to take a video of the wind. However, you couldn’t hear everything.
I ended up missing the turn off for the Hoover Dam. I thought it might be faster going from the Arizona side over to the Nevada side than the other way around. Since I missed that turn off though, I just took a picture of Lake Mead in my rear view mirror as I came up in to Boulder City.
Of course, here is the famous “Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas” sign.
And then here’s the view from my room. See the cars between the other tower and the pyramid? It’s nearly a mile walk from my room to my car.
I took off from Lubbock yesterday, initially meaning to head straight towards Albuquerque. However, I came across news that family on Tara’s side would be getting together for a Memorial Day weekend BBQ. I went ahead and redirected to Plainview to go spend some time with everyone. It only added roughtly 20 minutes of driving time.
After I left, I cut across to Muleshoe, and then through Clovis. It showed me that I haven’t been in New Mexico lately, with exception of I-40. I wasn’t expecting to be going 65 mph. The stretch from Fort Sumner to Santa Rosa was tough on me because I hadn’t slept well the night before, but I made it through.
Once to Santa Rosa, I was on I-40 and saw that beautiful sign that said I could go 75 mph. Texas will have those signs soon.
I must admit, for about 30 seconds, I was thrown off by this sign. That would be a great place to turn off to go to Camp Blue Haven, but that’s about it. Not my destination.
It’s a little hard to tell, but those are llamas.
These aren’t llamas, they’re cows. I was just surprised they were able to craze on scorched earth.
It was a little freaky seeing this truck come along side the train from far off, but I knew what he was doing.
These were the ONLY clouds in the sky at all for the day. These clouds were just outside of Moriarty.
I find it funny that Motel 76 was sandwiched between Motel 6 and Super 8.
Nothing else much to say about Albuquerque. As soon as this is posted, I’m packing up and getting on my way. I’m due in Las Vegas by the end of the day!