Did I ever tell you about how I started working here? See I got this job by accident. Went a whole summer after college doing nothing, half heartedly going on job interviews to become a paralegal, living off graduation money, and chilling in my parents basement feverishly bidding on rookie baseball cards on eBay in hopes of striking it rich (I’m being entirely serious), and hanging on email chains with a couple of my friends while they slaved away in some cube.
Well summer was drawing to a close and I needed a job. I’d blown a small fortune as far as college kids go on Fleer Ultras and Topps box sets, and was getting desperately close to not having enough cash to go to the bars on the weekends, it was time to take the job hunt seriously.
One of my aforementioned buddies snagged me an interview for a job I was completely unqualified and untrained for. Apparently I nailed it, had to interview with two teams that day, but after the first interview the hiring manager legit told me, and I quote “pick your nose or something in the next interview so they don’t pick you because they have first bid.”
I immediately knew that I had the job, and strangely but more importantly, I’d fit in despite my complete lack of industry knowledge.
Been there ever since, continually fooling people into believing I know more than I really do through bullshit and fancily worded e-mails.
I rag on a lot about how much I hate it at the job, and to be completely honest I dream of the day that I just say screw it I’m not going anymore. But deep down I think I’d miss the company that gave me a shot I in no way deserved and then continued to promote me for reasons I’ve yet to comprehend, though I think it has something to do with the fact that most of the people I started with are gone leaving me as the lone ranger as everyone falls off.
I guess its true, 90% of life is just showing up
