For serious, yo.
Writing up that mock business proposal paid off.
I’ve been tentatively offered a temp-to-possible-hire position in downtown Dayton for what I’ll refer to here as a financial services firm (the universe must be trying to tell me something…).
Writing jobs of any sort are like fucking gold, even if, as with this position, you’re mainly rewriting training manuals and writing up press releases and creating web content.
During the interview, one of the guys asked me if the writing was my passion or if I was more passionate about my previous job as a project coordinator. For the first time, I could answer that question truthfully without blowing the interview.
“Oh no,” I said, “the writing is my passion. It’s what I do.”
I interviewed this morning and got the call from the temp agency about tomorrow’s “start date” and “undetermined length of assignment” about an hour ago, so I’m sill just… stunned.
There’s a trial period, of course – that’s why it’s a temp and not a straight hire. It could turn out we don’t click and I’m not able to produce what they’re looking for, but you know what?
I don’t think they’ll get anybody more motivated to knock the fucking thing out of the fucking park.
Fucking A. writing job. writing job. writing job.
