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The letter every 20 something wishes to submit.

Dear Notably Impressive Sir(s),

You should hire me because I’m atypical. I spent my university years in denial while surrounded in a self-imposed clothing-design hell. Even though I’m a recent grad and still building my portfolio, I can promise to deliver. Every time.

First, some background: I grew up in a small, family-run auctioneering company in an even smaller, rural town in Washington State. I studied apparel design in university in the hopes of making a name for myself while also appearing “cool” to everyone else. It was a liberal arts degree, so my student loans are not completely worthless. After months of job rejections for a design job, I was offered an opportunity to work as a copywriter for a startup luxury retail brand in Seattle, WA. They hired me on the spot because I could deliver. I had had no previous professional writing, social media, or blogging experience. They gave me a chance because of my potential. This opportunity was my gateway drug into the marketing industry. I worked for that company for one year, and realized I wanted to dive deeper into the marketing world. And since I consistently make my decisions on impulse, I decided to move across the country and give it a shot.

Look at my track record: I am consistently hired because of my energy, work ethic, professionalism, and passion. I have great ideas. I regularly seek innovation over the accepted norm. What I don’t know, I learn. I dedicate my time effectively while organizing, strategizing, and researching. I’ve work on multi-million dollar sales, negotiated until my eyes bled, and developed and re-developed business strategies for over eight years. Plus, I always bring office treats.

So here I am, a young, semi-unemployed creative, offering a whole heck of a lot of potential. I realize one letter boasting my accomplishments isn’t going to be enough to hire me, so invite me in. Give me a chance to prove my abilities, and if that still isn’t enough, we will pass on as friends. If worse comes to worst, at least you got a free latte.

Sincerely,

Chelsea Yarbro