This is a site, I am sitting on the curb at the top of a dead end street typing on my computer. In the background I hear men talking, they are setting something up around some sattilite type of thing. They have clean room outfits on so I have no idea what they are doing. ANyway, here I sit waiting for my daughter to finish with an interview at an advertising company just down the road. I thought I might as well make good use out of my time here on the curb and put some thoughts to print.
It is a good day today here in a very sunny southern California. Bits of pine tree are dropping onto my computer as I type and the smell is soothing; kind of reminds me of Oregon. I just realized that my day, well everyone’s days, are made of bits. So many little things that drive us to get up each morning. While this job search is currently __well now that I think about it, jobs are the number one bit we deal with on a daily basis here. The dream job I found for my husband turned out to be not all that special and he is “having” to go to work each morning. In my head I have already started to think about how to put him back out there, how to get people to think about him. I have a small plan in place and then put it on the back burner because I have to deal with the daughter right now. I spend my nights searching out boutique companies that have anything to do with advertising and the entertainment industry. I search out the people that work there and find the ones that matter, recruiters, department heads, and HR people. I follow the companies on social networks watching what they do and who is important. I pull up their LinkedIn accounts to see where they worked previously and what their portfolios look like. I also pull up their accounts in case they are looking like I do everyday so that they will see my daughter has looked at their account. Perhaps in turn and sometimes they do, they will look at her stuff. I know this works because last week she got an email from the VP of a company she has dreamed of working at. She is very excited and I have this feeling that because they contacted her and told her, “they liked her stuff”, yes I think she is in. AND yes, I did send out a little note to a department head there offering up her link and a small note saying how interested she was in that company. I didn’t however send it to the VP, so somehow that all was shared with him at some point and he is interested. I think she is in. Last conversation was him asking what it is that she wanted and what was her employment status? I had her respond that she was unemployed yet walking a few feet off the ground to be talking to someone from XXXXX. He asked her if she would consider an internship and she responded that the best of all sineros would be that XXXXX would offer her a full time JR. Designer job but that if to get into the company, then yes she would consider an internship. That was on a Wednesday and there was no other contact. Today is Monday and she is at a second interview with a company that requested she come in prior to the contact on Wednesday. Not knowing for sure what is going to happen, she is down the street for interview number two. Over the weekend I had her contact her professors at school, who all work in the field and have very impressive credits, if she could use them as references. This bight and early Monday morning I had her send those references to the dream company with a note stating that she would like to share with him blah blah blah so that he might inquire more about the school the program and her! Should work to get her back into the discussions at that company.
My mind scares me too. I think of it as creative manipulation where I plant a seed and see if grows all the while making only positive statements. Never inject anything negative into an email or conversation no matter how tiny it will misrepresent your intentions. I am lucky in that my daughter can write very well. She always comes across as sounding every bit the young professional. It has only been thirty minutes and I am really hot and can’t think of anything more to write. Time to blow off the little bits of pine from my keyboard and move along. I need to run few errands, might as well do that now.
HERE’s to the little bits!!
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