So I was applying to jobs today, and rather than writing a cover letter, one job asked me to write about my perfect day. I thought it was fun, so I'm posting what I wrote here. Enjoy!
My Perfect Day
by Emily Helwig
On the morning of My Perfect Day (MPD), I would wake up at 6:00 a.m., because if it’s going to be a perfect day, I would want it to be a long day. Somehow, I would feel extremely well rested. For breakfast, the personal chef I have for the day would make me an amazing bacon, egg, and cheese breakfast sandwich on a plain bagel, with a side of watermelon cut into triangle slices.
Since my body would be model proportions on MPD, I’d put on my most fabulous outfit that was made specifically for me by the late Oscar de la Renta. I would obviously be having a good hair day, so I’d just throw on my sunglasses and head out the door.
My limo driver Chris Hemsworth would pick me up promptly at 7:30, and take me to Starbucks where I’d order my classic grande non-fat iced caramel macchiato. They would spell my name right on the cup, because my name is Emily and they never get it wrong even on my non-perfect days. Then we’d head to Disneyland, where we’d only have to stay for 1.5 hours because there is no one else in the park and we’d only ride the good rides.
By 9:30, Taylor Swift would be ready to perform the private concert set up for me and my twenty closest friends and family members. We would take Polaroid pictures and then just chat about life. She would have her whole apartment (that’s where the concert is) steam-cleaned the day before, because I am allergic to cats.
For lunch, I think I’d eat a turkey sandwich on an asiago roll from my favorite hometown place, Bagel Jays. Of course it would be shipped to me in LA.
At 2 p.m., Chris would drive my company and I to the airport where my private plane would be waiting to take us to New York because Lorne Michaels has agreed to redo the complete SNL 40th Anniversary special for us. It ends up being even more amazing than the original, and they make the Weekend Update portion 30 minutes longer. Also, they supply the audience with free In-N-Out. I would attend the after party as Jimmy Fallon’s date, and we would do a tipsy rendition of Salt-N-Pepa’s Shoop.
Finally, since it would be summer weather for MPD, I’d go to the nearest beach and have a bonfire with the same twenty closest friends and family members. We would laugh and talk and look at the stars and ponder about life and what it’s going to be like tomorrow, when everything goes back to normal. We would all agree that no matter what, it could be just as amazing if we try to make it that way. And I know that whatever happens, I will begin tomorrow the same way as today. With a bacon, egg, and cheese on a plain bagel.
by Emily Helwig
On the morning of My Perfect Day (MPD), I would wake up at 6:00 a.m., because if it’s going to be a perfect day, I would want it to be a long day. Somehow, I would feel extremely well rested. For breakfast, the personal chef I have for the day would make me an amazing bacon, egg, and cheese breakfast sandwich on a plain bagel, with a side of watermelon cut into triangle slices.
Since my body would be model proportions on MPD, I’d put on my most fabulous outfit that was made specifically for me by the late Oscar de la Renta. I would obviously be having a good hair day, so I’d just throw on my sunglasses and head out the door.
My limo driver Chris Hemsworth would pick me up promptly at 7:30, and take me to Starbucks where I’d order my classic grande non-fat iced caramel macchiato. They would spell my name right on the cup, because my name is Emily and they never get it wrong even on my non-perfect days. Then we’d head to Disneyland, where we’d only have to stay for 1.5 hours because there is no one else in the park and we’d only ride the good rides.
By 9:30, Taylor Swift would be ready to perform the private concert set up for me and my twenty closest friends and family members. We would take Polaroid pictures and then just chat about life. She would have her whole apartment (that’s where the concert is) steam-cleaned the day before, because I am allergic to cats.
For lunch, I think I’d eat a turkey sandwich on an asiago roll from my favorite hometown place, Bagel Jays. Of course it would be shipped to me in LA.
At 2 p.m., Chris would drive my company and I to the airport where my private plane would be waiting to take us to New York because Lorne Michaels has agreed to redo the complete SNL 40th Anniversary special for us. It ends up being even more amazing than the original, and they make the Weekend Update portion 30 minutes longer. Also, they supply the audience with free In-N-Out. I would attend the after party as Jimmy Fallon’s date, and we would do a tipsy rendition of Salt-N-Pepa’s Shoop.
Finally, since it would be summer weather for MPD, I’d go to the nearest beach and have a bonfire with the same twenty closest friends and family members. We would laugh and talk and look at the stars and ponder about life and what it’s going to be like tomorrow, when everything goes back to normal. We would all agree that no matter what, it could be just as amazing if we try to make it that way. And I know that whatever happens, I will begin tomorrow the same way as today. With a bacon, egg, and cheese on a plain bagel.
I don't think I'll get hired.