Applying Boldly

I applied for an editing job today.
I decided to write a freewheeling, from-the-heart cover letter. I want to work somewhere because of who I am, not pretend to be some fictional, perfect candidate.
I'm probably not a great candidate for this job anyway––having little to lose, I dared to boldly go.*

 

I sent this photo, below, explaining that I'd painted the words on the store's boarded up windows with a coworker, in the aftermath of the police murder of George Floyd a mile away.

"I know this is not standard operating procedure," I wrote, "but this is how I feel about the power of words."

"Justice 4 George", and [THRIFT] FAITH HOPE LOVE

Presenting myself this way was more meaningful than I'd expected. 
I felt lifted up, reminded of who I am. This job has become a downer, with Ass't Man in charge since Covid stay-at-home in March. I wonder if he'd be happier in the Marines or something.

And I really felt how much I want to use my brain again!!!

I don't expect to get the editing job, but I hope someone has fun reading my application, like I had fun writing it.
I'm going to keep applying for jobs, even if I'm not a perfect fit--and see what else I discover about myself and the world of work.

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*I also rewrote their awkward mission statement for them. That could be a really terrible call. Or, depending on who reads it, not.