"You've done great work, Blake. I'm sorry to lose you. Best of luck at your next firm. You'll do great," I said, shaking his hand. And with that, another junior member of my staff left for a senior position at one of the largest marketing firms. He would have car companies as clients and would probably work on Super Bowl ads.
But that is the nature of my company. Marketing majors join my company, Pulse, as interns, and within a few years go to the top firms. We teach them how to really Market, beyond what one can learn from books. And the major firms are happy to pay us hefty fees to buy the contracts of our employees.
Anyone can write jokes and sell beer to alcoholics. We bring our staff into more difficult markets where they hone skills in human nature, behavior, and the art of mutually beneficial situations. That's why I started this company 10 years ago when I had been in advertising for 7 years.
As Blake left, the line of interns entered my office. 4 women and a man. I rose, and introduced myself. "Hi, My name is Richard Butler. I own Pulse. Most of you never heard of this company before you were contacted. We are not a huge and flashy firm. We don't make Geico ads. What we do is put good people like you through difficult and often grueling work. And at the end, you'll stand out from everyone else in the field."
I walked around the group, eyeing them all closely. At 6'4", I towered over the ladies and was even quite a bit taller than the man. I wear my typical tailored suit on Mondays, black, crisp white shirt, gold tie. Downside of the suit is that it doesn't display the fruits of my weightlifting. My black hair has a little grey left in it and my black beard is trimmed neatly.
"A summer internship here can practically guarantee an entry level job at any firm after graduation. And that's why you're here. But one of our associates just took a job with a huge - well obscene salary at a major firm. So this internship has also become an exercise in selling yourself."
I offered my hand to the first intern, "And you are...?"
But that is the nature of my company. Marketing majors join my company, Pulse, as interns, and within a few years go to the top firms. We teach them how to really Market, beyond what one can learn from books. And the major firms are happy to pay us hefty fees to buy the contracts of our employees.
Anyone can write jokes and sell beer to alcoholics. We bring our staff into more difficult markets where they hone skills in human nature, behavior, and the art of mutually beneficial situations. That's why I started this company 10 years ago when I had been in advertising for 7 years.
As Blake left, the line of interns entered my office. 4 women and a man. I rose, and introduced myself. "Hi, My name is Richard Butler. I own Pulse. Most of you never heard of this company before you were contacted. We are not a huge and flashy firm. We don't make Geico ads. What we do is put good people like you through difficult and often grueling work. And at the end, you'll stand out from everyone else in the field."
I walked around the group, eyeing them all closely. At 6'4", I towered over the ladies and was even quite a bit taller than the man. I wear my typical tailored suit on Mondays, black, crisp white shirt, gold tie. Downside of the suit is that it doesn't display the fruits of my weightlifting. My black hair has a little grey left in it and my black beard is trimmed neatly.
"A summer internship here can practically guarantee an entry level job at any firm after graduation. And that's why you're here. But one of our associates just took a job with a huge - well obscene salary at a major firm. So this internship has also become an exercise in selling yourself."
I offered my hand to the first intern, "And you are...?"
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