movin' on up
I did it – I got me a real job. On January 2nd I will start work as a junior copywriter for The Renegade Marketing Group. It still hasn’t really sunk in yet. Feels to good to be true, I guess.
As mentioned here before, amidst interviewing for assorted web-production and web content manager positions this summer, I had an epiphany: I needed a job that would allow me to write. Such jobs (at least those that pay decently) are much harder to come by, though, so it took a few months of selectivity and restraint before I found something.
A copywriting position was ideal, but I figured I’d have to build up a portfolio elsewhere before breaking into the field. Fighting earlier inclinations, when on the verge of applying for a job I would ask myself two questions:
1. Would I really enjoy doing this?
2. Will I have to pretend to be someone or something I’m not?
That knocked out many potential positions (including one at this company). Early one October evening I read a recently posted ad on craigslist, looking for a junior copywriter. Experience didn’t matter, claimed the ad, they just wanted someone who was passionate about words. One aggressive cover letter (chosen from the 150 they received), fifteen informal interviews and three well-received answers to hypothetical questions (intended to analyze my writing style) later, I had a job.
The people I’ve met at the company are great and, more importantly, seem to genuinely enjoy working there. It’s a small (60 people), growing company in a nice loft space in the Chelsea Market, where I used to work. Although my world will surely be turned upside down (longer hours, exponential increase in responsibility, a new field in which I have zero experience), I can’t wait.
I was even able to use some writing (the "memories of family cars" entry) from this here blog as a sample for the gig, which feels great, seeing as how that was one of the main reasons I started blogging in the first place.
And so, the prophecy has come true: you really have followed live as I plotted my escape from Corporate America. Any suggestions for a new subheading?
As mentioned here before, amidst interviewing for assorted web-production and web content manager positions this summer, I had an epiphany: I needed a job that would allow me to write. Such jobs (at least those that pay decently) are much harder to come by, though, so it took a few months of selectivity and restraint before I found something.
A copywriting position was ideal, but I figured I’d have to build up a portfolio elsewhere before breaking into the field. Fighting earlier inclinations, when on the verge of applying for a job I would ask myself two questions:
1. Would I really enjoy doing this?
2. Will I have to pretend to be someone or something I’m not?
That knocked out many potential positions (including one at this company). Early one October evening I read a recently posted ad on craigslist, looking for a junior copywriter. Experience didn’t matter, claimed the ad, they just wanted someone who was passionate about words. One aggressive cover letter (chosen from the 150 they received), fifteen informal interviews and three well-received answers to hypothetical questions (intended to analyze my writing style) later, I had a job.
The people I’ve met at the company are great and, more importantly, seem to genuinely enjoy working there. It’s a small (60 people), growing company in a nice loft space in the Chelsea Market, where I used to work. Although my world will surely be turned upside down (longer hours, exponential increase in responsibility, a new field in which I have zero experience), I can’t wait.
I was even able to use some writing (the "memories of family cars" entry) from this here blog as a sample for the gig, which feels great, seeing as how that was one of the main reasons I started blogging in the first place.
And so, the prophecy has come true: you really have followed live as I plotted my escape from Corporate America. Any suggestions for a new subheading?
posted by Justin at 4:36 PM
9 Comments:
Congrats, man. Your life takes on an eerie resemblance to Mike Doonesbury, circa 1990.
As for a new subhead - how 'bout "guardedly optimistic: actuating new paradigms since april 2006"
welcome back and con-grad-u-fucking-lations buddy. enjoy the love and excitement while it lasts. it's only a matter of time before it all turns into hate and rage.
you say half full. i say, pour me some more water.
you are very guardedly optimistic my friend.
Congrats, and i do apoligize for bringing you into the Pfizer mix.
A couple of ideas come to mind...
Guardedly Optimistic: What's that Smell?
Guardedly Optimistic: Pfizer aint nothing without Pfeinstein
Guardedly Optimistic: Optimistically Guarded
Congrats as well.
hows about "Gaurdedly Optimistic About These Damn Cold Sores"
Congrats, Justin. Maybe you and Julia can get your financial house in order now that one of you is doing something worthwhile...God knows that whole "Sackett Street" fiasco didn't work out.
In all seriousness, big love and ups from O-H-I-O. Please use your powers for good, not evil.
great news, justin. can i borrow some money?
Awesome! Good for you.
BTW, please send me your address when you have a chance; I've got a Holiday Card (that plays Christmas music) here for you guys, but I don't know where to send it.
I think Julia has my email adress.
Cheers!
Yay for new job. New places, new faces. You have a lot to celebrate about.
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