Monthly Archives: February 2014

What Does A Job Mean to Me?: An Open Cover Letter

To whom it may concern;

My name is Jon Zella and I am applying for a job at your institution/organization. I found this job after hours of scouring the internet choosing a city and a place of employment that allow me to grow professionally and personally. Our missions and morals align, and even if I am not fully qualified, I have acquired the skills necessary to pick up what I need to do to complete tasks at hand.

I have had a lot of experiences over the last few years. Some directly related to you and others that were good experiences that have made me a better person. Despite my age, 23, I have done a lot and plan to do even more. Sure, I am new to the full time job market, but that does not mean I am not capable.

Personally, I need to be busy. All the time. I need to be challenged, to manage my time correctly, to have multiple things going on at once, and to do more than make someone’s schedule and send emails. This is probably why I am not applying for an entry level position with 0 to 1 year(s) of experience that will leave me unfulfilled when I leave the office everyday despite giving me a foot in the door to the career path I am interested in. If I am applying for your job, it is because I think it will challenge me to learn, to grow, and require me to do so in order to succeed and become a professional in that field.

I want to be involved, to work in groups, to work alone, and to combine everything I know to make sure I am doing the best job possible. I want to be put in a position to succeed and to prove myself.

Most importantly, if I am applying for your job, it is because I have a feeling that I will learn to love what your institution/organization has to offer to its constituents. Contrary to what many people believe, there are a lot of jobs out there. I chose your institution/organization because, well, I like it. It looks cool, I like the projects, exhibits, programs, events, and topics that you cover. I like what the job description will have me do on a daily basis and can only hope that “other duties as assigned” means I will be given a chance to work on big projects from time to time.

Thank you for your time and consideration. I hope I hear from you soon to set up an interview because, honestly, meeting me in person will help show you how interested I am in this position.

Warmest regards,

Jon Zella


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Riposa in pace, nonno.

My grandfather passed away early this morning. It wasn’t unexpected as he was sent home from the hospital with hospice care a few weeks ago.

I saw him around Christmas time after he had his knee surgery. He didn’t like the rehab facility, but he was doing
ok. A few days after, and before
I came back to Oswego, I saw him at home. We spoke a bit in Italian and English,
but as always not much. He asked his normal questions and told me the regular career path he always had. The new thing he asked, as a joke, was, “Sei professore matematica?” (Are you a math professor?). I explained that I study history, but it was close enough.

I went to Canada for a week and not too long after I came back my dad told me he got me a flight to come down to New York. He said he wasn’t sure if my grandpa would be around much longer and when school started again, he knew how hard it would be for me to come down. I visited him last weekend or so and said my goodbyes.

It was hard being there mostly because he didn’t know I was there. He was trapped in his own body. He no longer spoke and could only move his right arm. The tumor he had removed 4 years ago grew back, incapacitating him.

It was hard knowing that was the last time I would see him alive. I told everyone I was sorry for being so far away not able to help. They said that my grandpa wanted everyone to go to college and concentrate on that. Don’t worry about things at home. So I kisses him on the forehead and squeezed his hand and said, “I’ll see you soon.”

I was able to take some photos home with me from when he was a young man and from when I was a kid. Below, is a picture of my grandpa and I when I was about 3 or 4 years old at their old place in East Islip. I have a lot of memories with him and I’m happy that I have so many. I’ll miss him, but I’m glad he’s no longer trapped.


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