I'm a Lumberjack and I'm OK!


So it is about that time... time for me to join the "real world" and time for this hippie to "get a job."

Yesterday I was suddenly struck with the motivation to apply to a few positions that I found in the local paper. Well, to be truthful, I was trying to avoid studying for a test, but anyway... I managed to find two jobs which I appeared to be qualified. As such, I had just fired off an email including my resume and cover letter to the first position, and was in the middle of amending the paperwork for the second, when my cell phone rang. It was Cory. We talked for about three minutes, and when my phone indicated that I had another call, I ignored it. After I had concluded the conversation, I checked the resulting message. Apparently not five minutes after I had emailed the first job, I got a call back from the employer.

What?

Oh, and this is the best part- when they called (and I ignored them) they were directed to my voice mailbox, which (as many know) has held the following message for the last two years:

"If you're a lumberjack and you're ok, leave a message."

Awesome!!!

I mean, if you are going to blow a job, you may as well do it proper-like.

My name is no where in the message. I really only use the phone for friends, and all of my friends are aquainted with my twisted sense of humor, and as such, for a long time it necessitated no more explanation than that.

I was not anticipating any call backs, or if I got one, I figured I had 3 days, maybe 6 days tops to ammend the message. Nope.

Well, I called the company up today, and despite the stupidity on my part, they were very anxious to schedule an interview. Moral of the story: I guess some companies are staffed by lumberjacks, and that is ok with me.

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