Monthly Archives: March 2012

Rainy Days and Mondays…


I’m sure someone out there that does the hiring for the places I’ve applied for has found this blog. And they most likely think that I am some depressed, oppressed being. But in fact, I am not.

Now that I think of it, I dont really think that my current cover letter (all custom tailored to the jobs I’m applying to, of course) really convey how awesome of a worker I am. So here’s a new version that I hope some HR rep finds and gives me a gold star (or better yet, a great job) for:

To whom it may concern:

I have recently come across your posting for a position that made me sit up a bit straighter, tuck in my shirt, spit out my gum, and stop twiddling my thumbs. You see, for the last two years, I have been working a job that has not challenged me, repressed my creative side, but has allowed me ample time to wikipedia the royal family and occasionally read news blogs. So, to know that there are better careers out there for me obviously catches my attention and makes me dream of the awesome potential there is in work.

I wont bore you with what I know. I promise you that it is standard. I can type, create, file, answer phones with a smile, and send out countless emails. I also know my way around cameras, sound equipment, and industrial sized printers. I’m willing to fix things when they are broken, and when I dont know how to do it, I can read a manual. I’m willing.

But there is much more to me. I am creative! That description is general, I know. But let’s just say that I like to think outside that cubicle. I research, analyze, color scheme, and design until things are perfect. I obsess over details, but I’m flexible to change. I take criticism for my work personally, but in a way that inspires me to want more. When I work with students, I want them to know that I am there for them, that I care about them, that I want them to succeed. Because them succeeding is me succeeding. And who wouldn’t want that warm, happy feeling? I guess you could say that I am passionate. Part of me is political and the other part is full of this need to make sure that I can do as much as possible in this short time we have in the office. I believe that all humans, even office slaves, are entitled to good. And I want to work my butt off to see that happen. To wrap up my skills: creative, obsessed, passionate, flexible, and empathetic.

What can you do for me? Well, I’m young enough and without child, so give me long hours. No, seriously. GIVE ME LONG HOURS. I like to bring my work home. Challenge me. Give me tasks that will take a long time to do. In fact, give me impossible deadlines. Everyone needs stress. And if I dont get it from time to time, I do stress. Ask me to travel or work outside the office (bonus points for sunny locations). Again, I’m at the point in my life where I can and want to do both things. Weekend work? Sure! Event planning? My specialty? Assisting you with an overseas project? Let me download my translator ap and pack a carry-on.  Like I said, I want challenge. I get joy and ownership from finishing projects, especially if they are tough and/or depend on my involvement. When I dont do well, I want honest feedback. Dont threaten my job, just let me know what I can do better. You, I am assuming, would be my boss or supervisor. Please treat me like I want to eventually be you. Show me the ropes, give me advice, occasionally force me to see reality. I want that. Really.

This job search is hard. And I am sure you have 100 applicants just like me. But I hope you see my earnest want to work, learn, and grow with you. I hope that you have a sense of humor to enjoy this. It was done out of a passionate need to feel like I am going somewhere in life- to settle down with a true career that will last me a lifetime. I dont want to go anywhere soon. And I believe that makes me a pretty unique 20-something. If you agree, you have my contact information. Please feel free to ask me questions, send me flowers, or send my correspondence to your spam box.


Michelle A.


Birthday Ideas


B got angry with me because I couldn’t straight up tell him what I’d like to do for my birthday. He suggested that I make a list. So here it goes:

How I’d like to celebrate my 25th year of existence (3 months from now):

  1. Pretend that I have friends who know it’s my birthday. Throw myself a surprise birthday party. Actually be surprised when more than my fiance shows up! Dance horribly till 10pm.
  2. Travel somewhere exotic and pretend that I look great in a swimsuit covering only a quarter of my body- obviously a shout out to my “quarter birthday.” Attempt not to burn. Burn anyways. Slather myself in green goo to help sunburn. Wear hipster sunglasses (birthday gift idea: Ray-Bans).
  3. Go camping. Get stung by wild insect and develop blisters. Fight off ant infestation of sleeping bag. Have lasting nightmares about ant infestation. Forever be paranoid about ants.
  4.  Be nostalgic. Eat pop rocks and nerds. Play original Nintendo games. Reenact scenes from Power Rangers. Get kicked in face by much larger, Black Power Ranger. Complain that this only happens to the girls of the show. Fight sexism.
  5. Learn how to play poker. Go to the casino (preferably not in Gary since I do want to live past my 25th birthday). Lose money. Win money. Lose money. Lose money. WIN MONEY. Lose all money.
  6. Buy groupon for skydiving. Not make it home.
  7. Sit in the audience for The View. Mock Barbra Walters. Not make it home.