I just sent off my cover letter and resume for the perfect job. The perfect job that fits my skills and interests. The perject job that would be the perfect segue into children’s publishing. The holy grail of jobs.
My heart stopped when I saw this perfect job listing. I refreshed my browser a few times to ensure that it was not a figment of my imagination. My hands began to shake as I wrote the most passionate cover letter I have ever written knowing that Perfect Job was made for me.
Now I feel like a girl waiting on the phone to ring with that really cute guy at the end that you knew you were going to marry (or date for at least a year) the moment you saw him. Of course Perfect Job did not even know I existed until a few moments ago and of course I will continue looking and applying elsewhere, but that does not meant that I will not obsess over every minute detail of what Perfect Job is thinking about as it compares me to the other candidates.
But alas I am encouraged. I applied to a good number of jobs this morning that I feel would be good fits. Jobs that I would feel good about going to every single day (which is such a Me Generation concept.)
However, Perfect Job still takes the cake. I know we could be so happy together.
