The other day I get an application in my email from a young man interested in my current job opening. I immediately open it, and as I’m skimming through his cover letter, there’s a knock on my office door.
He walks in and hands me a beer bottle that’s been cut and polished into a glass. “Hi, I just emailed you,” he says. “I would have emailed this, too, but, you know, that’s not possible.”
After a quick chat and a promise to schedule an interview, he leaves and I go back to reading his cover letter.
“I’d really love the chance to be your assistant. Please enjoy the beer bottle glass, as I am not above making and giving gifts to increase my chances of getting this job.”
I have NO idea how he pulled the timing off. This has got to go down in job application history as one of the most baller moves of all time, though.
I actually ended up hiring someone else, so if anyone in Central Ohio is looking for a creative young talent, let me know and I’ll connect you. Hey, maybe you’ll get a free glass out of it.
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“I’m touched by the idea that when we do things that are useful and helpful – collecting these shards of spirituality – that we may be helping to bring about a healing.” — Leonard Nimoy