Just Ignore Everything I Said

Good news, folks! I accepted a job offer today! I’ve only been out of a job for a month and haven’t really been looking, and BAM, a job. Buy me a lottery ticket, I’m a lucky, lucky girl.

The new gig? Well, funny you should ask. Remember how before, I was all “NO MORE SOCIAL MEDIA JOBS!” and how I was like “I don’t know what I want to do, but I know what I don’t want — social media!!”? HAHAHAHAHAHA you guys totally fell for that trick!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

So yea, I’m back doing social media!!

Look, I stand by what I said. I don’t know that I want social media marketing to be the job I retire from. I don’t know that I want to run Facebook pages for the next 30  years. Can you IMAGINE how horrible Facebook will be in 30 years?? God, it’s barely tolerable NOW. Hell, in 30 years, we will be posting our inspirational quotes via white blood cells or something, who the hell knows. Anyway, I want no part of that.

But I have to face the facts. I’m 36. I have a husband and kids and a damn picky cat that will ONLY eat Fancy Feast and a house and all that, so me playing MASH all day to figure out what I’m going to be when I grow up (hint: I AM OLD) isn’t really a viable option.

A Mercury Sable? Dude, Celia is not going to be seen in that.

A Mercury Sable? Dude, Celia is not going to be seen in that.

So when a former co-worker reached out to me about a position at her company, I knew I had to see it through. The more I learned about the position, the more I knew that, yea, they kinda needed me. Not that they are in dire straits, not at all. But my skill set I believe is the missing link to their social media presence, and I feel good about it.

Here’s the icing on the cake. The company is big, and in the entertainment industry. Very cool. The office is located in a city about 30 miles away from Knoxville, my home, in Pigeon Forge. Now, anyone from the South knows IMMEDIATELY what Pigeon Forge is. Some may call it a tourism mecca, others call it the Redneck Riveria (my apologies to Myrtle Beach, but I believe we earned that title fair and square). Pigeon Forge is the city that leads into the gorgeous Smoky Mountain National Park, the most-visited park in the U.S. But where the Park is made up of natural beauty and serenity, Pigeon Forge is made up of neon lights and fried foods. Pigeon Forge is … colorful. If you have never seen it, imagine the Vegas strip, but instead of casinos, there are go-karts and the Titanic. No, really.

An iceberg's got nothing on a mountain. Hundreds of miles from the coast.

An iceberg’s got nothing on a mountain. Hundreds of miles from the coast.

Pigeon Forge is also home to several dinner theaters. And the company I’m going to be working for owns some of the top venues in town, including the Hatfield and McCoy Dinner Show, the Smoky Mountain Opry, the Comedy Barn and the Blackwoods Morning Variety Show.

I’d be lying if I said I haven’t laughed several times at the idea of throwing myself into the culture surrounding Appalachian variety shows, but honestly, it’s probably going to be a great time. And the great news about all of this is that unlike my last jobs, this is a large company that has a marketing staff already working hard and working well to make their social media presence huge. I’m not doing the leg work here, I’m going to be overseeing what is already happening, which is intriguing to me.

This job also allows me to work from home (because let me tell you something about the commute. You’ve never seen traffic until you’ve seen 1 million Middle Americans trying to all make it to the outlet stores before they close) 90 percent of the time, and is part-time, which will allow me to still pursue some writing opportunities I’ve been working on.

So here’s to a new start, in a new industry with a new cast of characters. Here’s to following dreams. Here’s to providing for my family. And here’s to working at an office with a theatrical outhouse out front.

  • uppoppedafox

    Harvest gold Mercury Sable? Girl – that’s HAWT. Congrats on the new job! I’m happy for you even though 36 year old people shouldn’t call themselves old.

    Sincerely,

    45 year old Vikki