Tuesday night, I finished my post and went to bed. Wednesday night, I was so excited I couldn’t sleep.
I woke up last week to find that my post had been scheduled for the wrong day. I also found a message from my former debate teacher asking to call me. This wasn’t a very odd request, we’ve been getting together fairly often. As you might remember, Kristina works for KC Parent, and I used to write for the Teen Blog. I don’t know if I’ve ever told her this, but I have always thought she has possibly the coolest job ever.
When she called I was still kind of groggy and it took me a minute to figure out who it was on the line (I don’t talk on the phone very often, and never right after waking up). She told me her plight, which I already knew in part, and then explained her proposition. Long story short, Kristina needed help, a friend suggested me, and I’m now helping to manage a Facebook page for a magazine, I get to make graphics all day, and my boss is someone I have looked up to for years.
If I had tried to find a job that got my creative juices flowing, I would have been laughed at. I’m not very qualified and I’m not even in college. But by being myself and letting people into my life, I was asked to do something that I love. It’s funny. I have never gotten a job that I applied for. And I’ve still never had an interview.