The year was 1988, I was newly wed, and just a few months earlier, had left a lucrative marketing position in Atlanta to follow my husband to a sleepy little Coastal town in South Carolina, known for its seafood and the highway that gets you there but little more than prawns and pavement. Jobs in my field were few and far between.
To go anywhere meant a drive up or down Highway 17, and a road-side sign for a small professional building along the way always managed to catch my eye: "The [I’m-not-about-to-tell- you-and-it’s-defunct-now-anyway] Group". Innocuous in and of itself, it was the sub-heading that made me wistful–"marketing/ advertising/public relations". Near Nirvana for a
wet-behind-the- ears seasoned marketing veteran like me! Meticulous study of the classifieds never yielded the result I hoped for–a "want ad" for this firm–let alone ANY listings for that kind of job in the area. Other than selling timeshares or yes, cleaning supplies, marketing jobs were in short supply.
Well, one day, figuring I had absolutely nothing to lose, I drove to "The X Group", parked my 1980 white-with-a-navy-half- landeau-roof Cutlass Supreme, and, armed with resume in one hand and an adrenaline-filled cup of confidence in the other, marched my behind up the stairs to their office. Yes, I was nervous, but I was young and bold and confident, and just arrogant enough to believe that the owner of the company would immediately see what I had to offer.
Oops, guys, I’ve got to go for now, but I’m going ahead and posting this, half written, just for fun. I’ll be back later today to finish it and provide the photographs that go with the title. This is DEFINITELY an appetizer for next week’s Fun Monday, please be sure to invite your readers to join in the fun! Hope you’ll check back to read "the rest of the story" ;).
Oh the so many ways this story could go! I will stop by later to read the rest.
Nikki, hehe, there is ABSOLUTELY no way to predict the direction based on how far I’ve gotten in the story so far :).
Ok…now I’m REALLY gone!
I can’t wait to read the rest of the story.
I haven’t had an opportunity to dig around and see if I can find my senior picture. It epitomizes bad 80’s hair.
Oh, you are a real tease. ‘stay tuned for more, right after this commercial break’
Stinker – making me wait. shoot.
Okay – I’m still in on MOnday, but my scanner is broken (really – broke a montha go)…so I can’t scan my bad hair (and i have a lot). So – I’m thinking of what else I can do.
Maybe I need to call my mom.
Dear Robin. Hey! I was just settling in with a box of popcorn and all. ohhh I hate suspense!
Thanks a lot.
By the way, great intro.
Gina, I can’t wait to finish it! I had lost “the pictures” that prompted this post, but thankfully recently recovered them.
Love me some 80s hair, what are you doing reading blogs? Go find your picture! Now!!
Vegas Joe, Ryan Seacrest taught me everything I need to know :).
Karmyn, WHATEVER IT TAKES! Okay? ‘Cause I KNOW you’re in for some good shots!
Dear Little Miss Moi…depending on when you read me again, you might end up hating me!
Heather Geeee, for the record, it means a lot when I hear that kind of thing from you :). Thing is…when I actually sit down to W-R-I-T-E, it’s so different from…well, a lot of the stuff I enjoy posting. This is one of the slow ones (not deep, but slow). I’m having fun remembering :).