Before spring break 1972 my senior year at the University of Colorado in Boulder, I asked around to see what people were doing. I was just planning to Lebowski around town, work a few days at Hilltop Records, where my roommate Sam Maddox and I put in some hours on weekends when we weren't co-editors of the Colorado Daily's arts section.
But some people were planning on spending time in Denver, or Colorado Springs, or Longmont, or back home in Texas or Topeka, doing job interviews. Job interview. Hmmmph, I thought. What the heck is that?
Apparently, a job interview is what you did if you wanted to get a job after college. Nobody told me about this. I was told you were to type a piece of paper called a résumé on which you listed your experience, education, and qualifications. Then you called for an appointment.
My education was a work in progress, obviously, although I was getting good grades for the first time in my life at CU. I took some journalism courses in summer school for condition…
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