Holy #&%*

I got the job.

In a hugely ironic twist of fate, I will be working for the Marketing Department of an IT Services Company as the, ummmm, hmmmmm. I don't seem to have a title.

Basically, this company wants to expand their reach into the blogosphere (more specifically, they want to target Moms and Mom bloggers) and the various social media venues.

That's where I come in.

I will create a blog for their site/product, as well as establishing a presence for their company in the vast social media network.

Then, I will update content and maintain these various platforms as well as developing other avenues to promote the product.

This is a very diverse company and right now I am dedicated to this particular project, but the owner says he has about a billion things he can use me on.

The coolest part? They have just hired an honest to goodness journalist who used to work for a very well known television media GIANT, and I will be working closely with him to get this project off the ground.

He is cool. And I am kind of like...revering him. But maybe that will wear off and I will be able to talk to him without sounding like a complete moron.

As I said in my earlier post...this all happened incredibly fast. A friend of mine works for this company. She thought that I was the perfect person for the position as soon as her boss mentioned he was thinking of hiring someone. She hadn't wanted to tell me about it until he had fully committed to the idea and was ready to go forward, because he had been waffling about it for several months. She didn't want to get my hopes up.

So last week, she emailed me and filled me in. She warned me that she really had no idea when he would actually hire someone. It could be year from now, it could be tomorrow. I said that was fine, since my calendar was free and clear and I certainly had no hard and fast prospects for employment in the near future.

She asked me to send my resume (snort. Resume?) and some writing samples so that when he was ready, she could pounce. So I did, not really expecting anything to come of it.

Yesterday morning she called me at 10:00 am and said her boss had reviewed my stuff, and was ready to talk to me and could I come in today at 3:00?

Commence panicking...in 3...2...1.

So I allowed myself a moment to freak the flock out, but then I pulled my shit together, dug something out of my closet to wear (no panythose this time) and went to the interview.

And it was awesome. I am not well educated, I am not business savvy, I am not experienced. But I can come off as polished and poised and articulate in an interview situation. At least, I could, many years ago. I hoped I still had it, and it turned out, I did.

And it was kind of awesome to be sitting in an office with grownups talking about grownup stuff.

After meeting with the Marketing Director (my friend) and the honest to goodness journalist, they left the office and I knew it was time to talk turkey. He offered me the job and then asked me if I wanted to think about it.

"Um, honestly, I'm ready to jump in. I don't need to think about it. Do you need to think about it?"

"Nope." he said.

And so, I am now, gainfully employed.

And it's not even at Wal-Mart.

WOW.