Monday, February 9, 2009
Open Letter To My Future Job
Are you there Job? It's Me, Gabi.
I looked for you today.
I tried to find you on LinkedIn, and I thought I might have found you at Google, but I think it was a false alarm. I thought I was close to finding you on the UNICEF website, but if you were there you didn't make it very easy for me to find you. Then, I really thought I found you at d.light, but you can't be there because even though the job description fit me like a tight sweater making the most of what I have to offer, I don't speak Mandarin. Like, not even close. But you know, I would really go to Shenzhen, even though I don't like Chinese food. My friend Matt works in Shenzhen, and hates Chinese food, too. But, the fact that the local WalMart there carries "fine" red wines at reasonable prices more than makes up for his dislike of the local cuisine. I digress.
Just wanted to remind you that I am still looking for you.
For reasons I have yet to discover, I haven't found you yet. We have been like star-crossed lovers (I'm Juliet). Perhaps, if I meditated daily I would find some answers. Perhaps, if I dabbled elbow-deep in the black arts I would find some answers (but, to be clear, the idea of participating in a ritual involving the bloodletting of an animal, especially a cute one, is not something I can get behind).
If you could be so kind, please provide me a few clues as to your whereabouts. I don't know your name, company, or industry, but I know you are out there. And, I'm sure you are looking for me, too. Maybe you haven't broken up with your current employee? Maybe you don't exist yet due to delayed budget negotiations?
Well, I'm here. I'm writing you at the local Starbucks. I just saw a chick wearing a dark blazer, white shorts, and four-inch stilettos. It's about 47 degrees outside. WTF? As a sidenote, dear Job, I will dress appropriately for you. I will iron my shirts, and dry clean all wool items dutifully. And, wear pants. Regularly.
OK, well, have a great week, and if possible, could you appear to me in a dream tonight so I might receive some cryptic clues about how to narrow my search for you? All the best!
Affectionately,
Gabi
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I thought I almost found it too, but it was a false alarm, YET again. OH Gabs you are awesome.
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