How To Write A Winning Cover Letter

It’s been so long since I last wrote a cover letter that I think I almost forgot how to be professional. But after a few drafts and revisions, I think I finally got it down. Here it is if you guys want to take a look. You can use it as an example but don’t plagiarize! Let me know what you guys think.

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To Whom It May Concern:

I am writing in regards to the “Associate Editor” position that I discovered on your company’s website. After reading the job synopsis, I am confident of my ability to benefit and further the growth of your company.

Upon my leave of employment with my previous company, I have been using my time to refine my own personal skill sets. For instance, I have enhanced my computer dexterity by surfing the Internet and refreshing my browser every minute in search of the latest possible news that might have little to no relevance to my life at all. This definitely includes websites such as ESPN, Facebook, and Yahoo! news. In addition, I have sharpened my communicative proficiency through my heavy usage of emails and AIM (which have also allowed me to rekindle and strengthen friendships along the way). I believe now I can type up to 200 WPM. Not to mention, my physical prowess is paralleled by none, considering how I am able to sleep 8 hours every night and allot another 1 or 2 for mid-afternoon naps. All these factors, I believe, will contribute greatly to your company in terms of work ethic.

Although I might be currently unemployed, single, and broke without a stable source of income, I am adamant that your company would benefit greatly from what I have to offer. Besides my stallion’s wit, ridiculously superb good looks and magnetic charm, I have the uncanny ability to watch movies and read books at the same time. I can verify this since I’ve done it almost everyday. I am not too certain there are many others who possess such aptitude.

If you would like to convene or welcome any further discussion, please email or IM me, as I am heavily wanted. You should know my screen name (not Mushypimpx, that was so junior high, but the Yancancook37 one). I have also attached a copy of my resume—in case you forgot how brilliant I really am—for review at your convenience. Once again, I thank you for your time and consideration.

Affectionately Yours (or XoXo),

Senor Martino Yan

Ride A Cow, Find A Horse


Not a proper interpretation of the proverb.

It is an interesting experience to be raised in a Chinese home. (Then again, I wouldn’t know what it is like to be raised in a home that wasn’t.) I receive tasty and healthy homemade meals from my mom, and I get red envelopes full of money at least two days out of the year: Chinese New Year and my birthday. I also get lifelong lessons on things such as tradition, honor, and martial arts. (Just kidding. Sorry, white folk–as opposed to conventional stereotypes, we don’t all know Kung Fu.)

What’s more, the perspectives my family and I share regarding certain issues of life can be quite intriguing. It wouldn’t do justice to say it was just a race thing, because it also has as much to do with age, generational differences, religious, cultural, and individual experiences. But whenever there is a deeper issue worth probing into, we would always enjoy sharing about our respective worldviews. And whenever I lay down my pride or ego, a lot of times, I realize they are actually quite right.

From time to time, whenever appropriate, my parents would mix in old Chinese proverbs to supposedly illustrate or enlighten my knowledge of the topic at hand. Sometimes, I don’t pay much attention to them. But then there are times when it seems like a picture perfect example, a beautifully profound concept wrapped up in a simple, vivid phrase.

There’s a saying in Chinese that, loosely translated, means “Ride a cow, while finding a horse.” The first time I heard this was over dinner, when we talked about jobs, careers, and doing something you really enjoy. I was doing a stint at this dental lab at the time, and I told them how I had other aspirations of being a published author. I ranted and whined and complained. My parents, the patient ones that they are, heard me out. Then, before long, they responded with this proverb. This was one of the few that struck a chord that night, and has stuck with me ever since.

This maxim, at its core, means that while you are looking for a horse, it is good to be riding a cow. Why? Because it is much better to be riding something, as slow as it may be, instead of walking to get to your destination.

This applies to my friends and readers who are looking for jobs and/or a means to fund their passions, whatever they may be. I share this because I know for our generation, we are a mixed bunch. Some of us have no idea what we want to do. Others of us want to just follow our passion (even if it’s weaving dreamcatchers) and make lots of money doing it. I am guilty of the same. As I’ve shared many times before, I would love to make a living writing books and literature.

But, while I am cultivating my talent, I still need to have something to feed myself. To pay the bills. To allow me to support my own basic living. I still need my cow. That’s why I have a 9-5 which would afford me that (though it also happens to be a great job, a dream job for many).

So, I want to encourage all of my readers who are having a tough time in the job sector. It’s not easy. I know how it is–I didn’t find my first real job until 7 months after my graduation. It was a humbling experience. But what I’ve learned through the hardship was this: you must first lay down your pride, learn to suck it up, and continue to persevere in whatever craft or area you would truly like to pursue.

I think many of us are so used to having things handed to us or “getting it our way” that we aren’t used to the struggle. We don’t know what it means to bust our chops and work crazy nightshifts. But, often times, it is only through these seemingly “going-nowhere” phases that we learn the lifelong character lessons of diligence and sacrifice, lessons that prepare us for the next step in life.

Because as tough as it might seem right now, things will get better. But you can’t just sit there and wait. Do what you can with whatever opportunities, big or small, that are before you. The horse is out there, but it might take awhile to catch it.

So, if life hands you a cow, ride it. Cause in the meantime, it sure beats sitting or walking. And if all else fails, shake it. (I hereby absolve myself of any possible misinterpretation of those lines.)

My New Job

Note: Just wanted to give a special shout-out to my faithful readers who’ve been tracking my every post thus far. I’ve heard nothing but positive feedback from you, and it’s people like you that challenge me to keep my posts entertaining, interesting, and meaningful. And that’s why my next post will be about Paris Hilton. Just kidding.

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For those of you who haven’t been in the loop, I’ve been working at a new job for about three weeks now. It’s really not major news, but since some of you have been wondering, I decided to just post about it so I might answer some of your questions once and for all. No, I’m no longer at Kaplan, folks (that was way back in June), and my new job does not involve Hollywood or the movie industry (we’re still working on that). It does, however, involve TEETH.


Check out my stuntastic grillz!

Oh yes! Those supposed pearly whites, which turn out to not be as pearly as you’d think. I look at pictures like the ones to your left all day long. Not just pictures, but videos, magazines, advertisements, and anything else that is capable of reproducing pixelated images of 32 white (or in most cases, un-white) teeth.

I work for a company that creates, researches, ships, and sells products/resources regarding teeth. They also work directly with dentists–actually, this is how we generate most of our income flows–who fix their patients’ teeth by coming to us for some help. We have dental technicians working in the lab, people coming and going throughout all 24 hours of the day: fixing crowns, building bridges, creating new veneers–pretty much everything to restore a smile to a person’s face.

Apparently, not only do I work for a dental company–I work for the biggest dental company/laboratory in the nation, perhaps in the world. I didn’t discover this tidbit until I went in for the orientation on the first day. The company has over 2,400 employees and they own about four or five buildings in Irvine/Newport Beach alone. We have our very own built-in cafeteria on the second floor, replete with pool and foosball tables, a mini Internet cafe, and big screen TVs that hang off every wall playing ESPN all throughout the day. And our demographics is unheard of: 70% of our employment is non-white, meaning we got people from all over the world (literally) in this place. I mean, I go to lunch and I see people like my mom and probably yours all over the floor. It’s like Korea, China, Vietnam, India, and Mexico all rolled into one. We were recently recognized with an award for helping employ foreigners or something like that. If the building wasn’t as nice as it was, you could have mistaken the place for a deportation center.


You don't want me near your teeth.

Now, my actual position doesn’t require me to make dentures or anything like that. They just hired me–the non-bio/dental major, Asian guy–to write and edit all their magazines, ads, press releases, and catalogs regarding new tooth techniques and products. Now, how does that figure? Simple. They just plug me on these hour long DVDs featuring our in-house dentist, “Dr. D,” who performs all the different surgeries and procedures that one could possibly think of. In a span of three weeks, I think I’ve learned more about teeth than all you readers combined in your entire lifetimes. (And just think, dental students actually pay $100,000 for their education while I get paid to be educated.)

So, I sit at my desk with the newest and biggest 24” iMac desktop that they hooked me up with, and watch videos and read articles on it most of the day. My desk belongs in a corner of the Customer Service department, next to the oft-frequented fax machine and printer, behind the cubicles of four 30+ year-old women. I belong to the Marketing/Advertising department, but they don’t have enough room for me in their studio. But it’s okay: the studio’s dark and gloomy like a bat cave. I actually like it down there in CS. I feel like I’m in “The Office,” with all the people and their random funny jokes, stories, and incidents.

But sometimes I think I hear too much. The four women who sit behind me talk about things that no single, unmarried man should hear. They initiated me the first day when they talked–no holds barred–about their boyfriends and “relational needs.” At least, they keep things interesting. One of them looks like a bigger-eyed Janet Jackson, and another, Razi, who occupies the cube directly behind me, reminds me of a Middle-eastern Penelope Cruz. But Razi’s not like the rest. I like Razi a lot.

My first day there was definitely an eye-opener. (Everybody could tell I was the new guy because I wore a blue dress shirt instead of white; everybody there wears white.) And all the days thereafter have been just as sweet. The people there are very friendly; my co-copywriter Melissa is super chill; cafeteria food is bomb diggity; and overall, the company is just a place many people would love to be working at.

So, there you have it. That’s what a “Copywriter” does. Exciting stuff, I know. No, but seriously, I like this place a lot. It’s hard to find a job in this current economic crunch, let alone with a company like this (we grew 5% this year and hired a whopping 100 new employees). Who knows? If you need a j-o-b, maybe I can hook you up!

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I got a special invitation to our company’s formal Christmas party and it had a “plus one.” It’s going to be in a new building we just recently purchased in Irvine. I figured I’d ask a girl who was in the area if she wanted to go. You know, enjoy the free food and good company. She said she had a boyfriend. I said, “So, you gonna go or what?” lol j/k. But I don’t want to waste the “plus one.” So, my single lady friends, where you at?!