- R. Nelly
I’ve always been a creative guy. You know, you’re so creative you hate anything and EVERYTHING conventional?
I mean, my creativity is what drew me toward a summer internship with MTV. When I saw the MTV Network Job Hunt site, my creativity started to go out of control.
I threw on a tie with my old, brown Timberland hoody and starting saying, “Yes, it’s very nice to meet you…MTV is much bigger than I thought it would be.” Sure talking to myself sort of freaked out my 14-year-old sister, so I stopped. But wearing a hoody and tie was a once in a lifetime event!
I wanted it that THAT bad.
But with many other past experiences in which I’d become overwrought with emotion and creativity, I usually wake up the next day wondering why the hell I ever acted on my ephemeral impulses. For instance, I’m STILL kicking myself for offering Vince Carter for injured Amare Stoudemire in my fantasy basketball league. That was dumb.
So I thought it best to get a good night’s sleep and type a cover letter the next morning when I’d be in a bit more coherent state. “I’m really not a crazy guy,” I told myself. “You go to an accredited four-year university and you’re attempting a major in broadcast journalism and speech communications...and an English minor!
“Tomorrow, you’ll have a fresh head, and you’ll write a much nicer letter.” There I went again, talking to myself.
Finally, I managed to fall asleep…until my alarm went off at 6:30 Sunday morning. I was pumped! I was stoked!
I was damn tired.
So I sat down and started typing my cover letter anyway: “Yhid vobrt lryyrt id bring etiyyrn in my dlrrp.”
Move the left hand two centimeters to the left on the keyboard, you’d get the rough translation: “This cover letter is being written in my sleep.”
I woke up a hour later, doused my head in cold, very very cold Illinois water and decided to just tell it like it is, forsaking creativity and half-conscious passive voice sentences.
But I couldn’t, and I never will.
