Two Tuesdays ago I randomly found myself online looking at job listings. With The Dreamboat (whom I now affectionately call DB) flying in later that week and a million things to do before his arrival, I wasn’t planning on applying for anything. That is, until I stumbled upon one job listing that immediately had me drooling. “It’s perfect,” I remember telling DB. The position was for a Graphic Designer/Marketing Smarty-Pants. Literally. Where do I sign up?
Not only did the position seem to be written for me, the manner in which the description was written seemed to be penned by me. I sat on the job listing for a day, thinking through it and wondering if I even really had a shot (for a year plus, I haven’t had any luck with a cold-cover-letter-ing). Thursday afternoon I decided that if I wasn’t going to apply for the job before The Dreamboat arrived, then I wasn’t going to apply at all and needed to forget about the whole thing. That evening, I wrote an email that broke all the cover letter rules; whoever wrote “smarty-pants” into a job title didn’t want to be forced into a coma over a dry, cookie-cutter cover letter.
There’s always that moment right before hitting send, where you wonder if what you wrote will be good enough. Or grammatically correct. Or coherent. It’s the moment where you either delete it all and start over or you hit send with an “it is what it is” attitude. There’s a lot of vulnerability there; a rejection of the cover letter is a rejection of you. Praise be to God who grants me the faith to believe in Him and His sovereignty. I hit send, then soundly went to sleep.
Friday, the day The Dreamboat arrived, I worked a solid day at the jewelry store. At some point in the afternoon, I got a reply: “I liked your cover letter. You’ve got some serious skills. How soon can we chat?” In my excitement (which was raised exponentially because DB was in the air somewhere over the US) I may have shed a tear or two. Really?
After some back-and-forth, I had a phone interview. For that evening. I got home from work with enough time to sit down, review my stuff and work up a few questions. Then my phone rang. The Creative Director (TCD) started out by reminding me that the internet is a very powerful tool, “After google-ing your name, I pretty much know everything about you.”
Crap. What did I blog about last? Oh yeah. This.
After he told me everything about myself, I was able to ask some questions and get a feel for the company and position. All-in-all, it was a great interview with one exception: it’s an asap position and I live 300o miles away. I got off the phone and then went and picked up The Dreamboat from the airport. It was a long exciting day and I was grateful that I was able to tell DB about the interview in person.
And this is working itself out to be the longest blog post ever. Take a break if you need to; go grab a snack. Here are some photos:
Saturday, DB and I drove up to Speculator (where we met) for the weekend. We arrived back in Delaware late Monday night and Tuesday morning I had another interview set up. This time, via Skype with TCD and CEO. The timing of when we wanted to do the interview couldn’t have been more awful, so after a stressful day figuring that out (so stressful, DB went out and bought me chocolate), we settled with driving to my aunt and uncle’s and setting up for the interview there.
It was the best interview ever. Before they asked me some questions, I was able to lay one before the CEO. Considering the whole process was moving so quickly, I really needed to know who he was in a short period of time. What does one ask when one only has one shot at getting to know a potential future boss? Boldly, only 50% confident that I wasn’t stepping over my boundaries I asked, “I want to see your passion. Why do you do what you do?” His answer sealed the deal.
I’m in. I want to work for this man.
And that was the highlight of the interview. They asked me some things and I’m sure if I could go back I would say them more eloquently, but I really communicated everything I needed to. I got off the computer, found DB and the first thing I said was, “I want to work for them.”
Through this whole process, I knew their list was short; it was an honor to even be on it. I also knew one (and maybe only) hesitancy concerning me was the distance. In my mind, 300o miles is an easy deal-breaker. I was excited about the position, about the company, about my prospective future bosses, but with a firm understanding that I probably wouldn’t be offered the position.
Wednesday came and DB and I traveled down to the Air and Space Museum in Chantilly, VA. We spent the day looking at awesome things and then drove to Old Town Alexandria for dinner. Just after we ordered our meal, I quickly checked my phone to see if there was any email activity.
I had a new email. From the Creative Director. With the subject, “So… ready to give thanks?”
The Dreamboat saw the look on my face and started asking, “what? what? what is it?!” Before opening the email, I slid my chair over to DB’s side of the table. Squishing up next to him, I opened the email so we could read it at the same time.
They offered me the job.
Because I still don’t quite believe it, I repeat: they offered me the job.
Am I dreaming?
The moments following the email were so emotionally charged, I barely remember them and at the same time, I know the memories of that meal are seared in my brain for life. DB and I stared at each other and came to grips that our long-distance relationship would soon be ending. We would be living in the same town. I had a job offer in Torrance, CA.
To commemorate the moment, we took our first photo as a non-long-distance couple:
By the time dinner arrived, I sent a quick email back to my new boss and informally accepted the position. By the time we had dessert in front of us, I was on the phone formally accepting it.
I am the new Graphic Designer of a stinkin’ awesome company that does some really awesome things. And to top it all off, my new bosses are awesome. It truly is an honor to be a part of this, and I don’t fully understand what “this” is yet. Awesome.
The really exciting part? Not only will I be working in the same town as The Dreamboat, but a mere 3 miles from him. Three. Miles.
Three miles from this guy:
I mentioned earlier that the job is an asap thing. Currently, the Creative Director is doing my job on top of his. He graciously extended the job to me knowing that I would still be two more weeks. Two weeks are a long time for him, but immensely short for me; he could have found someone who would have started immediately and again, I’m honored.
Two weeks: Finish well at the jewelry store. Pack. Say goodbye. Pack. Fly.
Ladies and gentlemen, Thanksgiving evening was yet another big moment for me: I bought a one-way plane ticket to LA.