Creative Cover Letter #2

Position:
I'm honestly not even sure. Something marketing related

Job Description:
Entry level with internal growth, will train from scratch. Only superheroes need apply. It literally said that.

Cover Letter:
Subject: SUPERior Applicant

Dear Hiring Manager,

When I was young, I knew I was different and my parents always told me I was special. I assumed they were just trying to make me feel better about not having friends. As I grew older, I learned more about myself and I realized they were right - I had powers!

One night in college, I sat in the library trying to finish a paper for my Anthropology class. I had one sentence and it was as dull as dull gets. I grabbed my keys to leave, clutching a mysterious family heirloom that I had been using as a key chain. Suddenly my mind was filled with ideas, puns, and almost lyrical writing. Excitedly I typed so fast I'm surprised smoke did not expel from the keys. Before I knew it, I had written a masterpiece. I sat back and I realized there was something special going on. It felt like magic.

I raced back to my dorm room to see if anything else strange would happen. If ideas were coming to me, what next? Cure for cancer? I sat and waited, touching my key chain once more and holding a pen and paper. Nothing happened. I walked over to my desk to find more mystical looking pens, perhaps involving glitter ink. As I sat at my desk I realized I might as well clean it while I waited for something exciting to happen. I opened the drawer and began to take things out, and everything went black.

I woke up a few hours later, confused and scared. Where was I? I looked around. There was a large calendar on the wall with a detailed schedule written down for each hour of the day that month. As I moved closer to read it, it looked a lot like my schedule. I knew I was still in a dorm room but everything was so...orderly. I opened the desk drawer and it was full of my test papers. They were filed chronologically and separated by core class and major. I was in my room but everything was perfect. My computer was open and as I clicked through windows I realize every assignment for the rest of the semester was finished and I had emailed my professors for extra credit. I started to worry about these powers: It appeared I have the superhuman ability to get work done.

I realized my abilities but I knew no one would ever believe my story. I would have to start at the bottom just like everyone else, and work my way up until I could really utilize my abilities. So far my writing style and organization has been attributed to my education. I am glad to find an organization that understands. If you would like to meet with me at your headquarters, I can use my ability to make the subway not be delayed to be sure I arrive punctually. Please email me at _____@yahoo.com or reach me by phone at (347) 555-2424 I hope this is not a cover of the Villain organization Omnicorp. They have tried to lure me in before.

Sincerely,
Skippy Garfield