I am so excited to be bringing you my very first Test Drive post, as I do so love humiliating myself in public.
Okay. That was sarcasm. I'm actually terrified of calling attention to myself in public, and my stomach was in knots on the day of this experiment.
But I still wanted to do this. For you.
I'm so glad we've had this moment.
Anyways. About a month ago, I posted about resume tees, thinking they were a pretty nifty form of guerilla marketing.
But I still had the burning desire to see one of these tees in action.
Hence my subsequent acquisition of my very own resume tee, which I then took out on the town for an evening of networking at one of MediaBistro's all-media happy hours.
You'll find my tale of desperation and debauchery after the jump.
So.
On my way to the happy hour, I tried to act breezy and confident, swinging my arms, holding my head up high as I struggled to figure out where in heck this bar was. I pretended to be unaware of all the people staring at my chest.
(Note: Photos are artfully angled so as to hide my muffin top.)
I managed to finally make it to the bar unscathed, without any job offers from sidewalk vendors or lost, wandering Wall Street analysts, and rendezvoused with a friend. And then I proceeded to chug two large glasses of wine, so as to loosen myself up.
We were approached almost immediately, by a woman who was obviously only interested in the charms of my attractive male companion. I noticed her notice my shirt. She obviously considered me far too inconsequential to converse with, so I busied myself with ordering another glass of wine. Finally, we broke away from my buddy's new friend, and threw ourselves into the fray.
A cute young woman walked up to us and introduced herself. She asked me if I was looking for a job. I told her I was trying to test the waters, to see if anyone would consider hiring someone who wore a resume t-shirt. She conceded, at least, that it was definitely bold. "You should see the back!" I told her, and spun around.
She was suitably impressed.
Throughout the course of the evening, my shirt proved to be quite the conversation-starter. Still, inexplicably, no one offered me a job.
My friend and I left the event having enjoyed an evening full of rich conversation. Still, the hors d'ouevres left much to be desired, and we decided to stop at a pizzeria on our way to the subway. "You love job offers..." the pizza man said to me, questioningly, bemusedly. "Oh yes I do!" I crowed, having been thoroughly loosened up over the course of the evening. "You come back next week," he told me. "I have a job for you washing dishes." I cheerfully accepted his job offer.
You've heard it here folks. Only three hours out with the resume t-shirt, and already I had my first job offer! You should consider ordering one as well!
I was so excited about my success, I gloated to my husband for quite some time upon my arrival home. He took this drunken photo of me:
That is one happy customer.
Anyways. Blackbird Tees doesn't do only resume tees. In fact, I have a completely different t-shirt of theirs that I would like to raffle off to you, in a unisex size small (similar to women's medium):
All you have to do is either e-mail me or leave a comment with the most bold thing you've ever done to solicit a job offer. I will announce the winner a week from now.
Onward!
