Why Loving The Company Outweighs Loving Your Job
*(and a shameless plug for mine)
In my cover letter to Brooks Running, I pretty much begged.
“I’ll do just about anything,” I wrote.
I was essentially applying for a hypothetical position — an “Ongoing Posting for Future Jobs” in the customer service department.
There wasn’t anything currently posted I considered myself qualified for, but I had worked at enough resorts, gas stations, and health clubs to know a thing or two about putting on a smile.
Plus, I just needed them to know I was interested…in anything.
And interested is putting it mildly.
Because when you’re an out-of-work print journalist and your job is the feign of existence in the job world, you look for the next, most logical option to save your sanity: a great company.
And trust me. I believe in this company.
Runners get a little nutty when it comes to their shoe brand. If you think of it in terms of politics, there are a handful on the fringe who waiver between candidates and parties. But the MAJORITY have pledged allegiance to One. There is no flip-flopping.
You choose a side.
And then you campaign to your friends, family…even complete strangers on why YOURS is the best.
Even though they don’t give a porta potty poop about politics.
Obviously, my running brand is Brooks.
Always will be.
Have I ever blistered or bled after running double-figure miles?
Has even just one toenail fallen off during a marathon?
Hell no! *wiggling my digits*
Brooks has helped me to enjoy my most loved hobby, my greatest therapy, outlet, and excuse for drinking heavy caloric beers.
…Plus they’re pretty quirky in their branding approach.
And I dig quirky.
Shortly after we moved to the area, I (jobless) discovered my favorite running brand was within reach.
Not only did I find out Brooks’ headquarters is based in Seattle, but I found it while perusing Seattle Business Magazine’s 100 Best Companies to Work For.
As a 31-year-old with a measly bachelors degree — and non-journalism job — I am in no way an expert at career fulfillment. However, I’ve learned it’s not only what you do that makes a difference in your daily happiness, it’s who it’s for.
Sure, you’ve been thrown up on three times today, you barely have time to do your hair, let alone shower, and the majority of your verbal interactions are on the level of a three-month-old…you, Mom, do it for your little one.
Have you ever worked for a company that didn’t value its employees?
Did you ever balk at a corporation’s work culture?
Have you ever tried to sell a shitty product?
I don’t care how awesome your job is… eventually the fabric will tear if it’s faulty at the seams.
After a month or two of stalking the website, Brooks hired me as a receptionist.
It’s by no means my dream job…and my boss knows that.
But my boss also knows that I care about the company, that I believe in it, and I will stay, and grow, and eventually have the best of both worlds:
A position I absolutely adore in a company I believe in.
Until that dream position comes along, I will continue testing out product (sample size! what! what!)… enjoying a beer with my coworkers BEFORE 5:00 and AFTER company-wide Friday runs… annoying my husband with yet another pair of shoes in the closet… entering races for a sweet discount… and working with a group of active, quirky, like-minded folks.
Who love this place as much as I do.