In these turbulent times, we will not give you updates on every employee who leaves our warm embrace and winds up working elsewhere. Adam is different. He was here when this blog launched on March 20, 2003. So we’ll give him the space to say this:
I think I’m past the point where I fear a) jinxing it and b) that it’s all an elaborate practical joke. Now it can be said: I got a job. Starting today, I am a managing director at Perry Street Communications, which is a small but sophisticated corporate and finance communications firm. (I’ll be specializing in modifiers.) A friend of mine from St. Mark’s, Jon Morgan, started Perry Street in New York about three years ago. He moved to Dallas and opened an office here last year. Jon tells me we do strategic PR, which sounds neat. You can check out the Web site, but you won’t find my bio there yet. And I’m pretty sure my email is going to be amcgill AT perryst.com.
What does my job entail? Near as I can tell: take people to lunch, look at the Internet, and pretend to be very busy (e.g., Twitter, iPhone Scrabble, and surreptitious visits to The Pearl Cup). At least, that’s what I plan on doing for the first few months. (After that, most of my efforts will be devoted to embezzling from the company, using my “friendship” with its founder as a coverup.)
For reals: the job is great, the company is growing, and I’m totes excited. Exclamation point.
Press release TK. Two times.
