The long-awaited interview yesterday?
Fabulous!
Like a really rockin’ hot blind date, except instead of sex, a job offer. Which was almost just as good. But not really.
We hit it off so extraordinarily, that I didn’t lie about anything. In fact, I told her what I don’t know, to which she said,
“Stop talking. You had me at your letter. I just wanted to meet you in person.”
My letter? My pitch letter? My intro?
What about these new pants? I’m wearing make-up! I brought my portfolio! I have websites and brochures and twitterful ideas!
Me? Looking behind me hesitantly. I’m a little paranoid at love-connections.
It’s been a long time since one-night stands blind dates. Back in the day of young-and-looking-for-love, I had a reputation as the only girl at the bar who couldn’t get served, booby shirt or not; the lone designated driver out for Nickel Night waiting patiently for that last gropey-ass slow dance to finish, lights to flash, before driving young-and-dumb, drunk, love-struck friends home. I literally did a double take.
“Me?”
She told me how carefully she worded the advertisement to find exactly the right person. When she received the onslaught of responses, she called few. They were dry. And stodgy. And she knew what she was wanted and they weren’t it. A week later, I arrived in the in-box.
And a week after that I have a job.
Not saying this to brag. Okay, maybe just a little.
I’m saying this because I replied to an ad with requirements I am not completely qualified for, while completely overqualified for others, in a town a bit out of my comfort zone, marketing a product I have no allegiance to, with a pitch letter sure to put off many of employers.
But not this one.
This one thought it ingenious and clever. And funny. She ignored my resume but found me on LinkedIn. And read my blog. This one. The one with the cuss words. And said, “do that for me.” Except no cursing.
And bigger and better and more often and tied altogether with a pretty Twitter bow and YouTube finale.
Waa-laa.
I am writing social media content for a Very-Detail-Oriented, Highly-Motivated-Female-CEO-with-Incredibly-High-Standards Successfully Running a Ga-Billion-Dollar-Local-Business.
I may have exaggerated a bit on that a teeny bit. But not much.
I have a new job. I’m getting paid to do what I sort of know how to do, and paid to learn what I don’t. All the while positioning a female-owned business as the unprecedented leader in a male-dominated industry. And I can’t wait to get started.
Awesome!!
Congratulations!!!
Congratulations! Sounds awesome!
Wooohooo! You Rock!!! Congrats on your new job. Now send some of that mojo my way please..lol.
Grassyass people. Hi hopes this one is “the one!”
That is awesome! Congrats
Congratulations!
Well done! And here’s to “the one”
Did you tell them about your foreign language capabilites?
xo
Congratulations!!!!!!!!!!
Congratulations!!
This is freaking hilarious. That someone would say “stop talking.” I am so curious to hear more about that.
Thanks all!
@hotmommasproject, you found me! *very flattered* Loved prompt to describe in 10 words what I do. What I do is apparently talk too much — talking through the sale. I had the job. Needed to not say anything to screw it up. No easy feat. *sigh*
Still keeping busy then
hello czech photographer friend! trying, dude, trying. keeping ahead of the kids, trying to earn some bucks in the meantime.
I shared this on my FB page. Congratulations! I hope it inspires others to give it a shot.
*blush* you are too kind! and it’s all about giving it a shot. Throw your ideas out there, eventually they’ll find a target!