Today’s job interview

I think it went really well. I liked the company and my interviewers, and I really liked their description of the job. The title is Marketing Coordinator/Copywriter but it seems to encompass much more. Stuff like editing, design and project management of things I’ve done before (magazines, print ads, websites, newsletters) and new things (trade shows, apparel design, press releases). They seemed impressed that I have experience in writing, design, editing and coding, so hopefully I’ll get to use all those skills. I’m excited for the chance to work on types of marketing I’ve never done before. Plus, as odd as it may seem for an indie rock horror movie urban art gal, I think it’d be really fun to market down home Southern stuff like race car parts and gearhead…well, gear. Much more exciting than real estate and hopefully a niche that can tolerate some edgier, craftier writing and design. I can be classic, hell I SHOULD be classic at least at first, it’s been a long time since I wrote or designed professionally. But the possibility of being in a not so…..stodgy? environment is really revving my engine. Pun TOTALLY intended.

The interview sparked a childhood memory of my parents driving my sister and me out to the country to visit some friends. We went out there a lot, more times than I can count. Each time, we drove by a dirt racing track. You couldn’t see it from the street but you could hear it if people were racing, and if they were, my mom would always say “Listen to the cars, girls!” as we zipped past. When I was young, the track was a thrilling little momentary mystery. Having never seen the track itself or any of the cars, it was easy to imagine cars as exotic and fast as spaceships and cartoon Corvettes hurtling around the oval. When I got older and angstier, racing became a symbol of all things redneck and I forgot about the track. But sitting in that company and looking at a wall full of drivers’ photos with the company’s logo on their hats, I remembered it. And the excitement and curiosity of the unknown came back to me full force.

Plus, you know that feeling when you walk in a place and it just seems…good? Everything falling into place to create an environment that makes you feel comfortable? This place was like that. I wasn’t nervous at all, and my smile wouldn’t have left my face if I’d tried to make it.

Can you tell this place put a spell on me?

Anyway, I’m all jazzed up but I won’t know anything until the days between Christmas and New Years, at the earliest. Eesh, so much suspense. Trying to rein my hopes in, too, in case I don’t get hired. But…I should be thinking positive thoughts, right? Here’s hoping.