My resume is floating about on the Internet somewhere. Although, truth be told, I'm not even sure if it is MY RESUME that is floating about or a resume that someone else created for me. The reason I say this is that last week I started getting contacted by all these folks with job offers.
Not just any job offers, mind you. They didn't want me to be naked! They wanted me to actually keep my clothes on and to come and be the marketing director for this or that company in Silicon Valley. Or even here in Santa Cruz. I wouldn't even have to drive the hill.
I thought all of that was a bit odd, given that we all know I haven't exactly been a burning force in the world of marketing in quite some time. But it got even stranger just a few moments ago.
My telephone just rang. On the other end? A woman from Google. What the fuck? She said she had a position for me and would I please come in and interview?
Well, I told her that unless it was a VP of Marketing located in their London offices, I really wasn't interested. She asked if she found me a job in London could she call me back?
Well, who am I to say no? I told her if she found me the perfect job at Google in London then yes, by all means, she can certainly call me back. Then she actually complimented me on the Dreamsweet Website (she was looking at it while talking to me) and said she hoped I was enjoying my new venture, but really, isn't it time for me to go back into marketing?
Why do I have this feeling that this is some kind of HUGE PRANK? That at some point, I'm going to put on my nice black suit, my prim heels and actually wash my hair and then Alan Funt will jump out and say, "Smile, Nakedjen, you're on Candid Camera!"
Because, honestly, I'm just stymied about this sudden interest in my marketing capabilities. As I said, I'm good, but I'm not THAT good.
