Tuesday, May 1, 2007

I Regret to Inform You....


Dear Claudine,

A couple of weeks ago I had an interview with a groovy creative agency that produces online games. The proper term for them is “advergames.” They are basically little arcade-style games you can play on your computer made to sell whatever great new movie or cereal or shoe or gee gaw “coming soon!” It was an ideal job that would have fostered creative energy and intellectual thought. It would have given me an outlet to express myself in an environment of artistic, high level exchange. And interact with clever, educated people. In a nutshell, it would have been a dream job. (The antithesis of where I currently work.) They had Sea Monkeys sitting on the receptionist’s desk for fuck sake! It was a job clearly meant for me! And yet, I received an email this morning from Sasha, the HR person, beginning with the words “I regret to inform you…” Oh Claudine, what went wrong? I was charming in my interview and fearlessly present and “on.” I thought I had made a connection with the top guy - and wrote a really smart piece of copy for some homework to prove my talent and savvy. And yet… Sasha regrets to inform me they have filled the creative copywriter position. But, sweet relief, they will keep my resume on file for future reference. I ask you Claudine, has anyone ever heard back from a company as a result of this ubiquitous yet highly suspect “future reference” claim?

‘Uh, yes, I was just going through this pile of rejected resumes and came across this one we’d stamped: file for future reference - and felt compelled to call!’

My only consolation was the fact that the new Feist CD “The Reminder” came out today. I went to Best Buy all excited about hearing my new favorite vocalist and, of course, they didn’t have a single copy. I will smile again Claudine. But not today.

Am I Blue (not a question),
Bradley