A while back I mentioned that I didn't want another job, that I wanted to work for myself again doing whatever it is I do that makes me happy (it seems that everything besides my current job makes me happy). When an indiscreet girl tried to steal my job that was another story, all of sudden I was protecting said job like a mama bear, (sheesh I still need to pay the rent), I can't be having someone stealing my job now can I? Well, hmmph I showed her who was queen of the fluorescent lights. Anyways, my best friend at work got another job, a REALLY great job, the kind of job that I didn't know existed. So great was this job that it gave me hope that maybe I too could find a job that maybe was better than any job I ever had, that could afford me the luxury of doing my other projects while making a great salary + benefits? Sign me up!
I answered a few ads these past few weeks and was convinced that people weren't calling me in for an interview because of my age (this they were figuring out by my college graduation date). I agonized over this and even considered lying but then that would make me re-do my resume and that's basically torture so my conscience won out (only because of my laziness). I decided to stalk the companies that I felt should interview me and slap my knee, that's what got their attention? Seriously? This was beyond persistence folks, this was emails short of begging and promising my first born son to these companies. I got one interview that I can't go to tomorrow because we have a new policy that we need to have 2 weeks notice for any personal time. I have too much work to do (I am ALWAYS on a deadline) so I can't call in sick with malaria or anything. I just need a couple of hours, I could come down with food poisoning at 2pm but I am the WORST liar ever. It's useless for me to lie because when I do everyone knows it and I am busted before I can feel guilty about doing it. I have to tell the company that wanted to interview me that I can't for two weeks. I am sure that will go over swell. Luck would have it that a local cosmetic company needed an online Branding/Marketing Director. I could do that with my eyeballs closed and I said as much in my stalker email. The company promptly responded with the inquiry of whether or not they could give me a writing test to see how proficient I am at writing copy for the web. I write every day for the Blahg,The Bright Side Project and my job, no sweat. The problem is with the Blahg and the BSP I am more conversational and I would like to think I am witty (but I could be delusional) for work it's very high brow and erudite but this test was no where near my style. I am an extremist. I am either writing like a frustrated teenager (complete with hair twirling and gum popping) or I am writing for the Encyclopedia Brittanica and there is no in-between. I can't do in-between. So, in typical Miss B. fashion instead of working on my test I am writing on my Blahg--figures. I will give it a go and I will torture myself before I hit the send button but I have to give myself some props for even getting this far because a couple of weeks ago I was just bemoaning my situation and doing nothing about it but more bemoaning. All I can say now is that I am so glad it's Friday that it hurts.
//photo stolen from science for kids//
