Last night, a friend of mine who knows about my dire unemployment situation sent me an email with a link to my next job. The link he sent me says “Yelp is currently seeking a highly-motivated, cool, calm, collected, creative, jack of all trades (writing, marketing, events, PR) to serve as Phoenix Yelp's newest, brightest Community Manager...” If you’re not currently familiar with Yelp, you should be (and I’m only partly saying that because I want to get a job there, and there’s a chance that they will read this), so here’s a link.
I immediately registered and tried to create a witty profile for myself without sounding too cliché. This is not as easy as it sounds. Finally satisfied with my profile, which is littered with references to filet mignon, New Kids on the Block and HGTV, I set off to create my first review. Having just indulged in a delicious self-serve tub of frozen yogurt, it was a no-brainer to make this fine fro-yo establishment the subject of my first glowing review. I spewed out some complimentary comments about the budding franchise, and tried to make myself sound clever and informative… another tricky combination. How did my review turn out? You tell me. Here's the link and my Yelp! profile.
I searched the website for other areas where I could add my expertise, quickly becoming addicted. I searched through the message boards and event listings, even adding an event which I thought fellow “Yelpers” would appreciate. This afternoon, I am getting a facial at a well known area spa (still broke, but I just happen to have purchased this little gem at a very reduced rate on Groupon months back when I was still a working gal), and you bet your bottom dollar I’ll be yelping all about it as soon as I get home.
I’m sure there will be several hundred people vying for this job. Again, many of whom, I’m sure I’ve either worked with or gone to school with. I’m also sure most will have far more impressing resumes than yours truly, and some will undoubtedly be armed with a ridiculously grandiose portfolio of published writing samples. And then there will be me, with a blog I just started two days ago and a couple measly posts on their site. But if nothing else, I am a person who believes in little signs from above, and yes, my friends, there happen to have been a couple. Here’s one, for example: while I didn’t exactly coin the phrase “Jack of all trades” (see job description above), I’ve been known to use it frequently…especially in job interviews.
Also, last night, the boyfriend and I decided to stroll around the shopping center while enjoying our frozen yogurt. After all, eating and walking is far better for you than eating while sitting on your fat butt…even if it is low fat, low cal, high flavor (man, I should have used that in my review!). A restaurant that we had been meaning to try but hadn’t gotten around to yet apparently had closed down sometime in the past couple weeks, and they were already gutting the place to make way for the new business. One thing they had failed to remove, which I had never noticed before: a sticker on the door that had the “Yelp!” logo, and said “Yelpers love us”. This was before I was aware of my new dream job waiting just around the corner.
Sign number 3: After writing my first review, I decided to take a look at the profile of the person who currently holds said dream job, and will possibly be my superior when I take over her position. Her most recent review? Of all of the business establishments in the Phoenix metropolitan area, she had written a review on a frozen yogurt shop. Albeit not the same one, but a fro-yo store nonetheless. And you know something else? She even referred to it as fro-yo. Maybe I’m reading too much into it, but I’ll take a good omen where I can get it these days.
So, soon enough I will be writing from Yelp’s local offices, or some trendy patio lunch spot with wi-fi, rather than sitting at home with the heat from my laptop making my legs sweat while my neighbor with his lifted truck drives by blaring Ice Cube’s “Today was a Good Day”. Because frankly, Mr Cube, when you’re sitting on your couch waiting for the unemployment check to come in, it’s simply not a good day. Even if momma cooked a breakfast with no hog.
As for plan B: I’m going to pick up my Avon starter kit today.
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