Yesterday at ORU was their annual (?) job fair. I love the job fair for one reason, and one reason alone... S.W.A.G. (Stuff We All Get). Booya!
At the past few job fairs, I have done quite well for myself. I just walk up to a booth and this is what the conversation is usually like...
Me: Hi, I'm a junior multi media production major. What jobs do you have regarding multi media?
Booth Attendant: Nothing.
Me: Ok, can I have a hat?
Booth Attendant: Um... sure.
And bam! I'm gone!
But I think that the job fair people can smell seniors. This year was a little more dangerous. They just stand there. Staring. The ones that are by themselves are the most dangerous. If you look them in the eyes any longer than 2 seconds, they pounce on you and devour you. You stare too long and you are pulled in like the sirens call to a lost and weary sailor.
Well, I made my rounds... stopping at one booth, chatting it up... No good stuff, so I moved on.
Wait!? What do my eyes see now?! An Armed Forces booth (branch withheld)! They always have the best swag! I wonder why...
Anyway, they had a dog tag making machine. I'm hooked! I've been known to sign my life over for less... Anyway, I ran to them like a duck on a june bug! So I chit chat for a minute, then bam! I get myself some real dog tags!
Although the fine print said something about 10 years...
Till next time! Hoorah!
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