I was checking out the job boards today and found a perfect job for me. I would have been perfect for this job if I had some relevant experience.
Still, One must be alert to opportunity, so I sent this email:
"I am truly unqualified for the job you described in your Monster.com ad. Not only have I not earned a living as a writer or editor, but, more damagingly, I am possessed by an inexplicable condition which my wife diagnoses as "call reluctance." I cannot explain why I am intimidated by successful business leaders. Perhaps it is because my own job history is pockmarked by an inability to rise above the rabble who sit in the cafeteria, munching on jelly donuts and free coffee, grousing about inept management.
Which brings me to the incentive for this e-query: The job description did mention the thing about free bagels and drinks. So I was wondering whether it was limited to soft drinks or whether you are one of those progressive outfits that has beer in the fridge. Now, that would be an interesting place to work.
You also mentioned that everyone has a great time and no one ever wants to leave. Again, this sounds like the perfect environment for someone like me: Laid off from my high paying IT job, nearing retirement, non-golfer, 30 years experience as an IT project leader, pretty good writer, superior sense of humor, and someone who can really appreciate a free bagel.
Ok, I admit it. I am not really applying for a senior writer position. But your environment sounded so attractive that I had to take time out of my normal job-hunting and blogging to see if you had any work for someone who can write knowledgeably about technology and management issues with a sense of humor. "
Hey, what if there actually was some one in HR with a sense of humor. Maybe they would show it to someone who was thinking about hiring laid off systems analysts to write about data management and other funny stuff.
Stranger things have happened.
