I thought I got a small gig recently, especially when I said I’d do all their local charity stuff pro bono. We clicked, she liked me, I liked her. All was good in the world.
But then this smart, smart woman asked me a grand slam question:
I immediately replied, “No one. Nope, can’t think of anyone I wouldn’t work for. Nothing I wouldn’t do.”
She curtly explained she doesn’t do tobacco. Or alcohol or anything that harms animals or does animal testing.
Oops. Guess I dropped the ball on that one. Never even saw it coming. But I quickly recover and explain what a great question. Wow, really, I like it. Hmmmm….
I liked it so much I stopped being a prospective employee. I forgot I was interviewing and not having coffee with friends. I quickly reconsider and tell her, “Well, I’m not a big fan of the Republican Party these days and sure wouldn’t want to write for them.”
But she did get my wheels turning like they haven’t been since smoke-filled dorm rooms kept young brains contemplating life into the early morning hours. Who wouldn’t I work for?
Maybe I jumped the gun on the Republican Party (I’d just charge them out the wazoo), but I wouldn’t work for any gun manufacturer — ever. And marketing tobacco to minors is sleezy, even if Philip Morris pays more than god. Investment schemes. Sneaky marketing techniques bilking money from the elderly. Tricky emails to unsuspecting winners. Porn. It’s a slimy, sketchy world out there and everyone’s looking to make a buck. Especially moms who’ve been out the workforce for way, way too long and are itching to get back in.
But there is a cost to working for companies that don’t let you sleep at night. Or make you want to wash your hands, and mind, of the implications. Boss Lady had a point, and I really appreciate the opportunity to think about it.
Next time I’m asked that question, I’ll keep it professional and lie. I had never thought about it before, but now I can’t stop thinking. And bad news for me, my list keeps getting longer and longer. But instead of sharing, I’ll take the information home and store it away before accepting jobs that make my skin crawl.