My dream car since I was 16 has always been a VW Beetle. Seven months ago I quit my corporate job in the financial district with no job prospects in sight. In fact, I quit with no notice and never checked the job boards. I couldn’t stand another day of pencil skirts and ‘Devil Wears Prada’ demands. As crazy as it was, it wasn’t. Instead of waking up with the usual feeling of dread, anger, migraines, and gut wrenching stress I was free.
After my second and final interview with the company I’m with now, I went to Home Depot. I saw my dream car in the parking lot. Beetle, blue, convertible even down to the bumper stickers. When I saw my future car I knew that I would get the job. It’s silly, but I just knew it.
Did I mention that I work on social media most of the day? Or that I am my boss’s assistant and spend the other part of my day either going to Williams Sonoma, finding the uses of mayonnaise or looking for amazing bloggers?
Feeling Groovy, Happy Friday!