Over the weekend, I applied for what is probably my current dream job. (I know, I was starting to doubt its existence too.) But I’m not kidding: Current Dream Job.
The job is administrative. And I have a lot of administrative experience. The serious kind. The kind where I am responsible for the schedule and day to day movements of one over-requested individual. This is not for the administrative faint of heart because I’m not talking about simply filing reports and answering phones, I’m talking about troubleshooting Worst Case Scenarios, mind reading, and negotiating egos.
Readers might be hard-pressed to believe that THIS would be my dream job, but the last line of the post said something to the effect of: this is a good position for someone serious about forging a career in writing and/or publishing. See, we’re talking about my CURRENT, dream job; the one that can utilize what I know to obtain what I want to know.
Now sure seems like as good a time as any for me to brush off the ole administrative skill set.
I’m not naive about this. I read and saw The Devil Wears Prada, but I also survived several years in another industry’s version of The Devil Wears Prada. And I have to say, I would seriously consider doing it again if it got me in the door of THE industry that inspires and motivates me.
Now, if I can just get my resume in the right hands.
*This is probably obvious, but The Devil Wears Prada is a fiction book-turned movie about the year that a woman in her twenties spent as the assistant to the editor of a fashion magazine. It charts both the personal and professional struggles as well individual growth by the main character.