We gathered in Jayto, my boss’ office, to talk about our futures. Maria and I sat on the couch, The Dougs and Jayto near the desk. They immediately started rattling off job web sites, the ladders, indeed, blah de blah blah, execunet, places I have never even heard of.
They threw around the names of recruiters and former VPs and Marketing Directors that they knew and were friends with. The talked about the AMA, the DMA, the MIMA, the PCP, the FUCKED.
Oh wait that was me.
About fifteen minutes into the meeting I looked up at them. I started to laugh and my eyes filled with tears. “Oh my god, you guys. I am going to have to work at a gas station and live in the basement.”
“What do you mean?” my boss asked.
“I don’t even know how to find a real grownup job.”
“That’s why we’re doing this,” The Dougs said. He went on to tell us some somebody he talked to who was quite interested in our office closing and how they were looking for ton of people. “Maybe we can all get jobs together.”
“I sure as hell hope so,” I said. “Because clearly I am going to need to ride your coattails.”
I had no idea getting a job was so much work. I am now more scared then ever. However, I am happy as hell to have all these super smart, connected, knowledgeable people in my boat. If I can’t get a job of some sort with their help, I deserve to spend the rest of my life working at the gas station living in the basement and never getting laid.