I remember the first time I got a job working in technical support. I was the youngest with the least experience and we were a team of 3. It was a traditional desk job which was a good place to start a background in that field. My boss taught me how to handle clients with issues, problem solving and to have a more professional demeanor. I worked with people who have been in the industry for far longer than I was alive.
Fast forward: I was let go and in need of a new career. Throughout the years leading up to my entrance to C3 Metrics, I had been writing. I started my own blog and made solid connections that would help it grow. At this time, it wasn’t making any money so I tried searching for a career in hopes that my character and established writing credit would take me on a more promising and established career as a journalist.
I applied to a Craigslist ad with the headline “Tweet your way through the day”. Now, I have been burned by ads like this in the past. I once applied to a job labeled “customer service” only to get to the interview and find out it was a sales gig for health insurance. I sent my credentials, and a sample of my journalistic writing. The article I sent was about the “Free the Nipple Rally” at Hampton Beach (real professional, I know) and a story about myself expecting to probably never hear back from anyone. I then received an email back from the companies COO, Jeff Greenfield stating that he wanted me to come in for an interview. I stayed up the night before going over how to present myself in the most professional way without sounding fake or untruthful. I practiced being confident in my skill set as a journalist and was ready to show a company that I was the right candidate for the position. I had a background in graphic design, so I had a slight understanding of how advertising worked. I researched the company in order to get a better feel for how they operated, what they were looking for and what to possibly expect in terms of questions in the interview. At 4 a.m., I fell asleep.
I woke up at 9:20 the next day. My interview was at 10:30 am. C3 Metrics is located in Portsmouth, NH which was an hour away from where I lived. I think the term “under the gun” was an understatement. My stomach properly fell south, out of my body like a stone. My shower lasted 3 minutes, tops. I grabbed my interview ensemble and flew out the door. About halfway there, I realized I had forgotten my tie. This was my one chance at establishing myself as a professional journalist and I was blowing it hard. I took Route 101 to get there which, if you’ve ever driven it, you’ll see about 6-7 cops one way. I was cautious going 90 mph.
At 10:28, I entered the parking lot. I spent 30 seconds making sure everything that I could possibly do was the best for the bad scenario I was in. I prepared to go in, give my story and leave, dead inside. As I walked into the main building another co-worker from the company was also walking in. He was wearing jeans, a polo shirt and a C3 Metrics hat in reverse. His name was also Justin. I always relate my name to the film Highlander; There can only be one. Usually, more than one Justin in the same place is too much, but that wasn’t so much the thought that was on my mind but the way he was dressed: casual.
As I walked in the door, I noticed something:
This wasn’t the New England themed, tight-end company that I was used to. This was a more “California” based company. There were no suits and ties here. They were people my age, with similar interests and hobbies.
I sat down with Jeff, and began the interview. Throughout the interview, he brought up my article on the Free the Nipple Rally. At this point I was still nervous on sending that to him. He was either going to love it or hate it. As you can probably tell from this article, it was a hit. The interview went great and I went home with a high self-esteem. I emailed Jeff with a few questions and in return, I received an email back stating that they thought I was a great fit for the position. My first day was on a Friday, which was also the company Christmas party.
After introducing myself to my future colleagues, I felt a sense of establishment. Everyone was excited to have me on board and the consensus was that I was a good match for the company.
We here at C3 Metrics are an eclectic bunch. Our head of sales, Buz Cook calls us “The Island of Misfit Toys”, but if you talk to us on the phone you wouldn’t expect that. We’re each our own individuals. We’re professional Surfers, Snowboarders and Longboarders. We’re beat maestros, and Glich-Hop enthusiasts. We’re DJ’s, parents, and Lawnmower racers. We love Star Wars, comic books and the New England Patriots, but most importantly, though, we’re professionals. Its this community of individuals that strive to help your company grow and to push it further. We’re Jedi’s and we’ve harnessed The Force to better assist you in your goals to create a top of the line advertising campaign.
We’re C3 Metrics. We Fucking Hate Last Click.