“I’m calling for Veronica Hall.”
“This is she,”
“I represent the GR Marketing Agency. This is in regards to the Executive Marketing Assistant position you applied for. Is now a good time to speak?”
Holy…
GR Marketing is one of the top companies in Chicago.
An old colleague of mine emailed me about the opening and I jumped at the chance. I applied for the job, not expecting to hear anything back, all the while secretly hoping.
While I was willing to accept any job offer - who am I to be picky about who signs my checks - I had really hoped that I’d find something in Marketing. I would’ve even been happy with a stretch to advertising.
I could literally squeal with glee just like a pig in shit, right here, right now without a care.
“Yes, this is a fine time. Thank you so much for your call.” After holding a finger up to Lane and mouthing an I’m sorry, I hastily make my way towards the door.
The noise doesn’t make for a good first impression, the outside while cold is at least - for the most part, quieter. After all, this is an opportunity of a lifetime...
