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Friends,
I applied for a copywriting job at a cute little agency housed in a cute little Victorian about 50 miles away from my piney paradise. 50 miles you say? Isn’t that the distance I crabbed about not that long ago? Yes, but the old gig was in a sea level men’s room hand dryer, not in an old neighborhood with quaint tree-covered lanes.
The setting was great, the people were welcoming and the job was something I could do standing on my head. How do I know? During the selection process, I was sent writing tests, including a timed test, that I took to like a kitten is drawn to a webcam. A long week waiting for an answer ended with polite rejection. As is my custom, I asked what I could have done differently as a way to figure out why my application was turned down. I received this:
“Your qualifications and interview was excellent. You were one of our top three candidates. Ultimately, it came down to the best fit for our company and our future.”
I’m not entirely sure how I might not have fit into the company, since we seemed to get along very well in the interview and subsequent email correspondence. What I’m worried about as I, ahem, gain more life experience, is the perception that I won’t be around for a company’s future. As far as I’m concerned, I’ve got another good 100 to 150 years left in the tank. Putting in another twenty until some people might think I should retire is a wildly optimistic number for any business concerns’ hopes of longevity if you look at the numbers.
So what does this mean? It’s back to the drawing board, or writing board, or keying board. I’m sure somebody needs the savvy and experience I’ve earned. Sadly, the folks I had hoped would see that, didn’t.
Your best pal in the whole wide world,
– bob