Dear CEO,
I note that you have recently decided to leave your very well-paid job. Now is the perfect time for me to step in as your replacement, particularly as I’ve found another horse for sale that I just need to have in my life. I’m writing to explain why, as a horsey girl, I’d be an excellent fit, and the range of skills that I can bring to your organisation.
Time management
Balancing horses on a DIY livery with a full-time job requires the precision of a Formula 1 pitstop team each morning. First showering, then dressing for the yard (with office clothes carefully thrown in my bag) I drive to the stables, stick my boy out in the field, muck his stable out, top up the water bucket and fill his hay net.
Then, like all super-heroines, I change into my work outfit, get back in the car, apply makeup and arrive at the office with not a minute to spare. This seamless piece of time management is repeated five days a week.
Budgeting
Whether it’s dressage, show jumping, eventing, or just the pleasure of a Saturday hack that allows you to escape from the world for a few hours, the budget needs to be in order. It’s probably my weakest area, but I hope you appreciate my honesty.
If anything, it’s a perfect demonstration of my resilience and suitability for the role; I can make sacrifices, regularly eating beans on toast so my boy can have the finest feed. In the summer months when competitions are frequent, the quality and price of my supermarket wine choices reduce to make way for entry costs.
Exemplifying my budget savviness, I’ve found that wine in a box enjoyed in the tack room is the best option.
Risk taking
I ride a horse that has its own agenda and opinion on life. Enough said.
Mucking in
I muck out a stable full of my horse’s poo and wee 365 days a year. It’s oddly therapeutic, and provides me with an excellent place to think.
Digging deep
I frequently drive two hours to jumping competitions, only to get eliminated at the same white oxer my horse had already told me he didn’t like last weekend. I enter the next class and again he’s just not playing ball.
The drive home is tough, but as I’m never one to give up easily, I paint every jump at my yard white — I’ll even paint his stable white!
The next weekend, we get over that scary fence, only to find that he’s now got a thing against mauve fillers.
As you can see, the challenges I deal with in my horsey life make me a perfect candidate for running your company like a pro.
Plus, that horse I want is AMAZING!
Yours faithfully,
Horsey Girl
