A few years ago I applied for a job as a salesman for a seatbelt manufacturer. To be honest, the idea of cold-calling clients from a cubical didn’t thrill me but at the time I was willing to give anything a shot. But to be more honest, the idea of calling people to see if they wanted to buy a restraining device made the prospect of this position even less exciting.
Apparently, I’m alone in my opinion because the competition was fierce. I had three interviews for this position in the company’s effort to weed out the weak candidates. And I think I did fairly well. Despite my reluctance to live like a veal with a telephone for 40 hours a week, I’d done my best to stay in the running…That is until the final question.
In my defense, the interviewer slipped this one in when I wasn’t ready and I didn’t get a chance to think about my answer before it jumped out of my mouth. While writing some notes on her clipboard, the interviewer asked, “So what would you consider your favorite job?”
Without hesitation I responded, “Sitting in a coffee shop, enjoying a quiet morning, watching people and writing…Doesn’t that sound great?!”
Needless to say, I wasn’t offered the cubical job. While my current writing has yet to occur in a coffee shop and it certainly isn’t paying the bills, I’d rather be doing my blogs and coordinating research than hocking seat belts from a cube.
So in the end, I think it worked out rather well for everyone. I get to write occasionally and someone else gets to sell seat belts. Everyone is happy.