Well, here goes. After over a year of being a college graduate and working a boring office job totally unrelated to my degree, I finally got a break. As of late June, I will be working for Cardplayer magazine at the World Series of Poker - a surprisingly joyous end to what was an excrutiating year.
I first applied for the job around 6 weeks ago (I think, I don't feel like counting) when it was announced on cardplayer.com's The Circuit. The combination of A) my luck with finding a job up until that point, B) the fact that I knew there would be thirteen thousand people applying, and C) the fact that the powers that be usually don't allow people to get their dream jobs, made me pessimistic to say the least. However, I decided that I'd send in my resume (which showed me to be drastically qualified, if not overqualified, for the position - not that that mattered with any of the previous twelve hundred jobs I'd applied for), and a writing sample (which was a few selected entries from my other blog
http://jshronk.blogspot.com ). They announced the five finalists would be announced on the next installment of shows from the next tournament.
Sometime between then and the next broadcast, I got a phone call from the show's host and last year's Cardplayer WSOP intern Scott Huff. He informed me that I was one of the finalists (to which I yelled "Hasan Habib!", obv.), and also elluded to the fact that I may be the frontrunner at this point. He complimented my writing sample and said he could tell I had the sense of humor to fit in with the Cardplayer guys - this was... (what's the opposite of disconcerting? concerting?) ... anyway, I was feeling good. I got back to my desk and emailed a bunch of people with the good news. I was still approaching the situation with trepidation though - partly because I'm a cynic and partly because I didn't want to jinx anything. Each of the five finalists would be interviewed on the air on the show before the winners were announced.
The first candidate went on the show, and it just left me feeling better about my spot; he was kinda boring and didn't have any multimedia experience or education - he looked to be drawing pretty thin. The next night Scott called me asking if I wanted to get interviewed that night. I said yes, did the interview, and ended feeling really good. I did ... meh, so-so on the little fake quiz they give, but I had a few jokes that went over pretty well, so I felt like I was a pretty solid favorite going forward. (my interview can be found
here , I think it starts at the 23:00 mark). They then had to delay the final two interviews til the next set of shows from Mandalay Bay, over a week later.
Needless to say, the wait was becoming somewhat gut-wrenching. The Mandalay Bay shows started up, and the final two candidates went. The first of which was pretty much dead money, the last guy wasn't too bad, but again, I had the degree and experience - I still felt this was mine to win.
The day of reckoning came - the guys said they would be announcing the winner on June 7th's show. I set my alarm to wake me up at 3am (the time the show is usually posted online by) woke up and bleary-eyed-ily fired up The Circuit only to find out that the guys' final choice for intern was still under review by the suits and wouldn't be announced 'til the next night. grrrr.
The next night, I was at a local bar trying to keep my mind off of the fact that I was going to possibly recieve a life-changing announcement within a few hours when my phone vibrated to tell me I had a voicemail - dammit, I forgot I didn't get a signal in the bar. I went outside to check it and sure enough it was from Scott, and sure enough, I got his voicemail when I called back. Drat! - back into the bar.
About an hour later I left the bar and called Scott and this time he answered:
"Hey, its Justin."
"What's up buddy?"
"So uhh, what's the deal?"
"Well, you should go listen to The Circuit."
"Ahh man, I'm not near a computer, can you just tell me?"
"You got it, you're gonna be our intern for the summer."
"*some noises that probably resembled something that could be heard as positive rejoicing*"
So, now all that is prologue. That is where I stand now. I'm currently waiting to be emailed my agreement/contract thingy at which time I will know specific dates and all that shennanigans. I'm excited, to say the least. A lot is still unknown about my upcoming summer. One thing I do know is this - I'm certainly going to have a lot to write about.
So that's where this comes in. I'm going to try to chronicle most of my adventures in Las Vegas, jotting down anecdotes about pros I meet, extraordinary things I see, and maybe even stuff I've learned. (it will surely be more interesting than this entry, that I will garuntee)
The summer is about to begin, and with it, my journey to Las Vegas. Here goes.
The boys from 'The Circuit'