Looking back at the circumstances, it’s a surprise that I was hired at Jezebel. When I first sat down with Editor-in-Chief Jessica Coen to talk about joining the staff as Editorial Assistant nearly seven years ago, little lined up: I had arrived to meet her at a café on Houston after working an eight-hour breakfast and lunch shift at a restaurant in the West Village; I didn’t have time to clean myself up and my Dansko clogs (very fashionable) were likely splattered in coffee and grease. She asked, if I were to get the job, could I start in December? I couldn’t. She told me the position required that I own a TV. I didn’t, I was too broke.
Still, because I like to think that she saw something in me, Jessica hired me and I’ve been at this website in various positions ever since. So maybe it’s disingenuous to say that my hiring was a surprise, when really—if I consider how working here has shaped my life—it feels a lot more like fate, if I let myself believe in that kind of thing.
It is through working at Jezebel and GMG that I have found my community and made my very best friends. Every day at work, I laugh until I cry or my stomach hurts because my coworkers are such funny, remarkable people (they’re also weird as can be). That would be enough for me, but they go beyond—they’re compassionate, and brilliant, and care deeply about their jobs. They inspire me to try harder and care more in everything I do.
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