Yup. I think I found the perfect job, but it’s not mine. Sure, I applied and believe that I’m close to qualified. I feel that I crafted one hell of a cover letter and I’m sure that I won’t get a call for an interview. History repeats itself – twelve years of rejection. Here’s my story:
In 1995 I left Allentown, PA to embark on a mission – a college mission. Unsure of my academic path, I oozed confidence in my social journey. On a sweltering August day my family helped me move into a college dorm on Staten Island, NY. Oddly enough, I was assigned to a room on the thirteenth floor (I thought they didn’t ‘exist’) of a building appropriately named Harborview Hall. It stood tall on the northeast side of the grounds, overlooking the New York Harbor and a skyline that was home to the Twin Towers. My five years on that campus (yea, I spent an extra year to focus on my social journey) gave me more knowledge and experience than I ever asked for. After grappling with an ideal major for a few semesters I settled on a focus in the English Arts. The program focuses on the development critical reading and creative writing. We read A LOT: African American Literature, American Literature, every Shakespeare play and sonnet (twice, since I had to repeat the class), classic fairy tales (ruined forever) and volumes of poetry. I wrote A LOT: micro-fiction (ultra short stories), stories, poetry and papers – lots and lots of papers. My final paper was for an independent study surrounding the works of the late poet A.R. Ammons. I wrote a thirty page thesis on Ammons’ use of bird imagery in his writings. Sure, sounds boring, but I was in love.
I returned home after a few dead end months post-graduation. I lacked guidance to get my buns in gear to obtain a real job in which I could apply my knowledge. I crammed all my belongings into my childhood bedroom and started applying for local jobs. All the while, I spent two weeks living on the couch watching the 2000 Olympics. Damn, I can’t get enough of the swimming! Unfortunately, most places did not find me qualified for much of anything, let alone a job that paid more than $10 an hour. I had no experience. No publishing experience, no retail experience, no writing experience, no! no! no! I eventually interviewed for a secretary job at a health network and was hired on the spot. Fast forward eleven years – I’ve grown to love healthcare (even got a master degree in health care administration – ahem, with honors), but I would love the opportunity to showcase my writing in a more professional forum. Don’t get me wrong, I love all five of you that read my stuff.
Aside from the technical requirements I need to have energy (check) and be passionate about fitness (check). Being a runner is a plus (check). I was not in the market for a new job; I like what I do. I might not have the experience that they’re looking for, but I think I’d be the perfect candidate. Take a chance on me. I’m up for the challenge. After all, this is the perfect job.