OOh! Pick Me!
It’s so fabulous when a reader/follower from here (whom I still have never met but we have become quite good pals after many months via email. Love modern technology.) sends me a link to Yokmok to try to hook me up with some free travel. Thanks G! I’m emailing them and pitching why they should sent me on some random walkabout adventure so I can write about it. I figure that eventually after sending emails, making calls, etc. to these cool and interesting companies telling them I’d be happy to scrub their toilets, carry someone else’s luggage or dance naked on the street to be able to write this for a living, travel, interview people, etc.- someone will scoop me me up and take me in. If not I’ll keep trekking and figure it out on my own, then maybe someday they’ll be asking me for a job.
A thought just popped in my head about how I got one of the most excellent jobs I’ve had thus far. I waited on a bunch of the management team for this company lunch during one of my uber-glamourous restaurant jobs. As soon as I saw they worked for Red Bull I blurted out (exact quote); “When the hell are you Red Bull people going to smarten up and give me a job anyway?” I had never even met them before.
I got a job that afternoon, and worked for them for 3 years.
So I didn’t beat out thousands to become Ms. America, qualify for the Olympics or make a million bucks but I did beat out 65 people to score the awesomely-fun job. How? By not keeping my mouth shut. I didn’t do anything special, just clearly stated what I wanted. Never hurts to ask, or in this case- lightly demand…
Quiet women (or men) rarely make history right?
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