Blog: Train for the job you want to have (4.6.22.)

“Clickety-clack”, my high heels with a white ankle strap must have warned everyone that I was coming. I snuck up the hill to the entrance to the Daily American Republic office as elegantly as I could in my lavender-colored suit. I was determined to present myself as a professional. After all, I was supposed to be the best girl from the post office they had ever seen!

I was sure I could share the mail with the best of them, and right out of high school, getting an office position, so make sure this girl is on fire. I was already on my way to the top! Or so I thought as I climbed the stairs at the front entrance, smiling so loudly that I felt my lips tremble.

“I’m here for an interview in the post office room,” I said quietly. “Oh, you should be downstairs, honey, let me call him for you,” said Mrs. Marilyn, the receptionist.

“Are you sure you’re here for the mail?” she said, seemingly confused.

In just a few minutes, a man came downstairs to greet me. “I’m glad we met, but I don’t think this is the job you applied for,” he said quickly.

Wait, what, what job did I apply for, I thought I shared mail at the post office.

“Yes, yes, sir, yes, whatever job you have is the job I applied for,” I replied quickly.

He just shrugged suspiciously and took me downstairs to give me a complete tour. The printing press was loud, the paper was still being printed here at the Poplar Bluff office at the time.

It was hot and the line was moving fast.

“Do you still want a job,” he said.

“Yes sir, I’ll come dressed tomorrow, um, differently,” I said, laughing.

The next day I was working downstairs doing inserts. I had the opportunity to see the press and hard work invested by literally everyone involved. But my time in the post office room would be short. The very next day I was told that a position on the floor had opened and if I wished, it was mine.

Of course I wanted to. I mean, I was downtown now. This was my first “real job”. I felt like the world had just been handed over to me.

I quickly accepted a position in optics, where I would remain for a year before jumping into several other office roles and finally coming to a writing position for Puxico Press, which at the time had just been purchased as a sister paper. I loved that position, but after a few years I decided to go to college and have kids.

That was 20 years ago and when I get back to DAR today, it kind of still makes me feel at home. Most of the faces have changed, but they have been replaced by equally kind and energetic people who I am sure I will call friends.

I’ve met some of the absolutely best people ever at DAR and even though we don’t talk every day or even every week, we keep up with each other and have a true relationship.

I trained for the job I wanted, not the job I applied for, but it was a random mistake. Here I am 20 years later, where I started, but honestly, I couldn’t be happier about it.

My name is now on the wall board and I have my little lamp, I will let it shine!

Misty DeJournett is a writer at the Daily American Republic and is available at [email protected]

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