So remember when I mentioned that I might have some life-altering news? Well, I do. I really do.
I have landed a new client, a big client, and I won't be writing for them. Instead, I'll be working for the Marketing department (run by a gorgeous woman named Victoria, who totally kicks my ass in the funky hair department -- she ROCKS the hot pink, dudes) of Eden Fantasys. Remember them? How at the beginning of the year I did a contest/give away with them in my review blog? Well, I've been in contact with the company off and on every since, and through a series of random events they were looking to hire someone to help them out, and I needed a nice, steady client (with a paycheck every two weeks again! yeah!) so we hooked up.
I won't be writing, as I said. Instead, I will be doing two things: one, trying to place ads in major print publications, particularly magazines like Glamour and Cosmo. You'd think that would be simple, but it's not. Sigh. I love this country! Two, I'll be looking for opportunities to work with sex-positive non-profit agencies (yes, they exist). Fun!
Anyway, this is the part where I say, "Hey, so, do you know anyone that works in the advertising or editorial department of a major print magazine and can you introduce me?" Because any "in" can help. I'm starting out cold here, folks, and can use any help I can get.
I drove up to their offices yesterday (about an hour and a half away; it was SO MUCH FUN driving by myself up there in the AWESOME rain on the FABULOUS New Jersey Turnpike) to meet with them and make our relationship official. I was greeted warmly, and then given a tour of their space.
Yes, there was a warehouse full of sex toys. Seriously, I'm not sure you've lived a full life until you've stood in a giant warehouse full of sex toys. I now have, and I am a better person for it.
I then met the young man that photographs all the toys for the website, and while chatting with him I learned that there is also someone at the company that measures all the toys. Because Eden wants to be sure that the eight-inch dildo really IS eight inches, because get this -- even the fake dicks lie about their size. Also, they have to measure something called the "insertion length" which is a phrase that I will NEVER EVER EVER get out of my head. From now on I plan, whenever someone says "It's sixteen inches tall," I will say, "Yes, but what is its insertion length?"
Anyhoo. I finally settled in the office of the head honcho, the big boss. When he asked me about the tour, he asked if I'd met the photographer, and when I said yes, and now I can't stop thinking about insertion length, he actually blushed.
Yes, ladies and gentleman, Cecily of Uppercase Woman made the head of a sex toy company BLUSH. I officially am AWESOME.
We then hammered out details, I met with the people I'll be working under, we batted around some ideas, and eventually I got out of there and headed home. To celebrate, I stopped at a rest area and ate a Cinnabon, something I very rarely allow myself because when I was on Ye Old Giant Diet Plan I remember that they were 35 points of non-nutrition.
I'm pretty excited. It's wonderful to have a new challenge, and be presented with an opportunity to do something this interesting. It's also pretty spectacular that I will be able to work from home (yes, really) and that I am trusted so much to do what is asked of me. I do not plan to disappoint.
Now I must dash (ha, see? One day as an "ad executive" and I say things like "must dash") and finish up other work. Have an awesome Friday the 13th, people.
