I am just really glad that Duke once did me a big favor because the Blue Devils sure wronged me tonight in the brackets.
See, I once applied for a PR or marketing job at Duke. This was almost right out of college, and I was vastly unqualified for the job. Duke must've known because I got no consideration. But shortly after that, my daddio and I took a whirlwind road trip to upstate New York and Pennsylvania so I could apply for two reporting jobs. (This is another story, but that was so much fun and a terrific once-in-a-lifetime dad-daughter trip for me.)
Anyway, my dad and I both got a really good vibe from the upstate New York paper, The Citizen. (A bit of trivia: The Citizen. is perhaps the only newspaper in the nation to have a period in its name.) Our good feelings were right-on because that remains one of the scrappiest papers I have ever seen. Shortly after, I took the job as a county reporter, running a bureau out of my wee apartment in the lovely Seneca Falls, NY (home of the women's rights movement).
It was there that I met Patrick, a news editor who I originally thought was some bum-sports reporter who always wore shorts and baseball hats to work. We became fast friends, shared a kiss one night and ten years later got married -- in upstate New York, of course.
Soooooo, Duke, you thought you got one over on me, but in the end, I turned out to be the big winner.
Take that!
(But Duke, I'm still ticked at you for that rotten loss tonight.)
4 comments:
What a great story!
And you're too good to work for Duke anyway. You'd be so over all those pretty boys.
Exactly. They're lucky they didn't get me. I'd mess their sh*t up!
I couldn't agree more with Gina. Jen, you're way too good for Duke.
And yeah, you'd totally mess their shit up!
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