Creative Cover Letter for GameStop

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So it just came to my attention that GameStop is in need of a Creative Copywriter.

In an effort to be considered for the position, here is the cover letter I sent them.

What do you think?

 

Games.

Board, video, card, group, and solo. All of these have been a staple in my life for as long as I can remember. It’s gotten to the point where it’s easy to let myself daydream about actually being in a video game.

Take a look in my inventory and you’ll see all of the missions I’ve completed. My strength contributes to my epic abilities as a creative copywriter who likes to have fun and knock out side quests. My high endurance has allowed me to publish two novels, future fiction adventures (a new genre I made up), and I am in the process of writing the third one as I type (I have the extreme multitasker perk).

GameStop has been my lifeblood since I finally got my first Nintendo when I was a late teen (my parents weren’t too keen about them at the time). I would use my upper-level charisma to earn a ride to FuncoLand when I had enough credits. Fast-forward to today and nothing has really changed. I leveled up to my first house within minutes of a GameStop and it has threatened to bankrupt me to no end (I haven’t found the cheat code for unlimited funds, yet).

I’ve been a living, breathing, late night multi-playing gamer for most of my life. I work well with everyone, thrive on criticism, and want to add more experience points to my real life character by being part of the GameStop team.

 

If you’d like to press start on a dynamic individual, I’m available for an interview at your earliest convenience.

 

Thank you so much for your time and I hope to hear from you soon!

 

Until then,

Chris Traister

@christraister

be.net/christraister 

 

I can only hope they find it as clever as I do! 

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It’s happening all over again.

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I feel like I’ve been transported back to Jr. high. All those times I asked a girl out and she rejected me and all those times I just wanted to sit in my room and listen to wuss rock and contemplate what I was doing wrong have come back full circle. Except this time it’s not a girl. It’s a job or it’s a publishing company or it’s just plain old life rejecting anything I remotely throw at it.

 

I know, I know. Boo hoo to the poor guy who has a new house and an amazing wife and the best fur babies anyone could ask for. Of course all of these things are spectacular and help me get through the day, but at what point does a man break down? How many “Sorry, you’re not good enough”s can any person take before they lock themselves in their room, with the lights off, a bottle of cheap whiskey and cry themselves into a stupor while listening to Coldplay?

I don’t know because I haven’t reached that point yet. It’s been four months of continuous “You suck”s and although I’ve been close to the breaking point (I’ve drank nice whiskey while listening to sad bastard music, thank you very much) I haven’t completely broken into a stupid mess.

I guess it’s because anything worth having isn’t easy. Chasing your dream isn’t a piece of cake, and when I decided to be a writer I should have known it wouldn’t be a walk in the park (how many more cliches can I fit into this sentence?), but I certainly thought it would be a tad bit easier than this.

I keep having all these mottos go through my head. “Just keep swimming,” “as the road gets longer, I get stronger,” “I think I can, I think I can,” “Be so good they can’t ignore you,” and “I hanker for a hunk of cheese (what? I really like cheese).” I guess these are what keep me going when it gets tough to keep asking out a job on a date. But at least this time around I don’t have a squeaky voice and low self-esteem.

Now excuse me while I got sit in the closet and listen to The Fray while guzzling Evan Williams.