Findmywifeajob.com

Like every other young creative in the world, I wanted to make it in New York City. I made my salesman husband interview for a job in NY and he got it (plus visas for both of us - booyah!). Before the big move, we decided that we needed to pop over for an organisational look-see but  could only afford one ticket. I drew the short straw, which was ok, as long as Tim (husband) found me the best damn job in the greatest damn agency in New York.

The plan was that he visit my top 10 agencies and do what he does best; sell stuff. Except this time, the product was me.

I created a website called findmywifeajob.com where Tim could blog about his experiences, made a t-shirt that he wore all over New York and gave him 'wife packs' that helped him sell the awesome stuff I do. At the end of the week, BAM! I'd have 10 job offers - nothing could go wrong. So imagine my dismay when Tim told me that in every agency, security wouldn't let him past the front door.  Thanks for the warning America.

Oh well. If you're going to fail, fail brilliantly I say!