Now this is the story, all about then, and how my life got me to the current state that it's in. So let me take a second, you read and I'll tell, and you'll see how I ended up in business dev at RNL. In Waldo, Kansas City, born and raised, in the same house with my boss, I'm still livin' today. Chillin out, discin', feelin frisky and cool, start off in the corporate world after school.
After a couple of years, I realized corporate's no good, so I started examining options in my neighborhood. I heard of one new company, and my eyes got wide, I said "it sounds like at RNL, my skills would be better utilized" I sent them my credentials, the interview came near, The office looked fresh, and their outlook was clear. If anything I could say this company was rare, but thought "This is perfect, we'll make a great pair"
I pulled up to the office at a quarter to 8, and I yelled to my roomie, "Yo bro, check ya later" Looked at my office, it was perfect and fab, and I sat at my desk at Red Nova Labs.
After starting in March in Inside Sales, Bobby has since taken the reins on the WebWorks for Self Storage platform here at Red Nova Labs. He is now in charge of over two dozen accounts and their web marketing. With one ear to the SEO pulse and the other on the phone answering client requests, he is staying busy and continuing the Account Strategist legacy left by his predecessor.
- If he had to limit himself to two condiments for the rest of his life, it would be Buffalo Sauce and Soy Sauce.
- Can stand on his hands longer than you.
- If anyone asks, he donated all of his full, beautiful (definitely not male-pattern baldness) hair to Locks-4-Love.
- Knows the lyrics to entirely too many Disney songs for his age and gender.
- Loves music... ANY music.
100 days ago, if you would have asked me if I would still be wearing my masculinity on my upper lip, I would have probably said “No.” But alas, I’m a man of phases, and today marks the 100th day of warming my philtrum (For the lazy) with the multitude of hairs more commonly known as a moustache. Frankly, I don’t know when I’ll get rid of the ol’ face furniture.