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Years ago, I had this job where I sat in Texas — it’s how I moved down here, actually, said job — and there was another office in Seattle. The Texas office marketing team focused on like, an in-house magazine and beauty of the brand stuff and Instagram. The marketing team in Seattle was more digital. I was the only Texas-based digital person and with time zones and different bosses and a whole host of other shit, my job was transparently meaningless by about Week 4. I spent 17 months there. You can imagine how the last 64 weeks ended up. Now that place is a WeWork, I have a key-card for it, and my old desk is a sterile, black-lined conference room that no one ever seems to use. Feels fitting.
Well, at that job, I had a dude in Seattle I probably messaged with daily, named Matt. Notice I just said daily in the previous sentence. When I was eventually dead and buried at this joint, I used him as a reference for another job. I was told by the recruiter that he said he didn’t know me. LOL. What a way to spend a year and a half of your 30s, right?
That dude Matt used to say, with a straight face, that he was “executing on the work that needs to be done” if you asked him what he was up to. I made a t-shirt that said that for a trade show. I moved a few years ago, found one of those t-shirts, and laughed. I promptly donated it to Goodwill. I bet…
