the past 2 or 3 entries have alluded to some positive developments in my life. now allow me to take you back to the beginning.
for many sleepless nights i toiled over my laptop, constructing an application for an internship at Campbell Mithun called the Lucky 13. only 13 people would be part of this internship, and only 1 copywriter in the bunch. as i wrote i found that my words were falling perfectly into place. the final result was a 20 page booklet bound between two pieces of cardboard made out to look like a bum sign. on front i etched 'will write for food' in permanent marker. i express mailed the book to Campbell Mithun and crossed my fingers as i waited for a response.
a few weeks in, i received word from an undisclosed inside source that i would be making it into the final round. some days after that i received a phone call from Campbell Mithun confirming the news. a later phone call served to set up my interview with 5 different people, which later turned into 6 people.
the interview ran much like a conversation. it was a lot of fun and very casual. if you wear a suit to this sort of interview you will probably not get the job. in my interviews the subjects ranged from advertising to twins baseball to comic book movies to music. as the interview concluded i was told that i would not hear back for 2 weeks.
one day later i receive a voicemail message from Campbell Mithun. i call and leave a voice message in return. this brings us to today when i get another voicemail message in a great game of phone tag between myself and Campbell Mithun. i finally catch up in the game of tag and find that i am offered the position of copywriter. with much jubilation i accept the position. and even now you couldn't wipe this grin off my face with extra strength windex.