Winter Meetings Job Seeker Journals: Sean Banks, December 7, 2014

Throughout this year’s Winter Meetings in San Diego, four attendees of the PBEO Job Fair have agreed to keep a journal chronicling their employment-seeking experiences (meet them all HERE.). In this, his first installment, Sean Banks overcomes early morning adversity, recognizes the cliches and soaks in the atmosphere. 

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I stepped in a puddle.

My Winter Meetings experience got off to a great start when I stepped out of the door in the gloomy mist in Evansville, Indiana into a puddle approximately the size of the San Diego Bay. I thought for sure the whole trip was doomed when I had to go change my socks before heading to the airport at 4:30 in the morning.

But, fortunately, the plane didn’t come crashing down, and we landed safely at 1:30 p.m. Pacific Time on Saturday afternoon. After getting settled in the hotel and exploring Gaslamp Quarter/spending our Indiana money on California dinner, Blake, Nate (my co-job-seekers for the weekend) and I met my cousin Brendan— a Navy officer here in SoCal—and enjoyed the time we had before the Job Fair activities began in earnest.

But, enough about not-Winter-Meetings-Job-Fair stuff.

Let’s talk about Winter-Meetings-Job-Fair stuff. Nate and I went to Orlando last year so this isn’t our first time rubbing our lucky rabbits’ feet and throwing salt over our shoulders before shipping off our resumes to a foreign land never to be seen again. We are hoping to hear from potential employers who happen to inhabit those places and might let us know that our resumes are safe and won’t be harmed. We’re hoping our qualifications will be sufficient for a couple clubs. Or thirty.

Unlike last year, we didn’t need to register on-site so we showed up to the Business of Baseball Workshop about 15 minutes early and found some seats in the second row to absorb all the knowledge we possibly could. I broke out my favorite Pilot G-2 pen and notepad and got set to learn how to become the next president of Minor League Baseball…or maybe I’m getting ahead of myself.

I was excited to hear Rob Crain, President and General Manager of the Scranton/Wilkes-Barre RailRiders, speak and emcee the workshop for the second year—that guy gets it (even though he told the same stories). I hope someday to be as charismatic and forward as Rob. Oh, and it would be cool if I could be that successful someday, too. I made sure to pay particular attention to anyone with advice about or knowledge of baseball’s international operations. I will be studying in the Dominican Republic this coming spring so I found Giovanni Hernandez’s presentation (Manager of International Operations with Major League Baseball) to be particularly interesting because of the stories he shared about his time in the DR.

I hope I’m not out of line in saying that I’ve heard it all before: The hours are long. You have to network. Be yourselfYou have to pull the tarp.

Now’s the time to put it all in motion. In the job-posting room, I wrote down all the positions that made sense for my timeline and for which I wanted to apply. I wrote neatly on all my resumes and put them in their respective boxes like a good little direction-follower. And now the fun part — waiting. Nate and I described the process to Blake and Chris (our fourth hotel-mate who showed up during lunch), and I realized then that waiting really is the worst part. You know that terrible anxiousness you experience on Christmas Eve? Yeah…that.

But, I love this environment. We walked over to the Hyatt after finishing up at the Job Fair and talked a little with Joe Maddon (or maybe just took a picture). We also rubbed elbows with Curt Schilling and Bud Selig (maybe they just walked by us). I didn’t end up with a job as a result of last year’s Winter Meetings in Orlando, but I didn’t get discouraged or frustrated. These are my people. The experience was worth the price of admission.

So, hopefully we show up to the job-posting room these next few days and walk away with all the job offers. But, if we don’t, I refuse to leave frustrated with my time in beautiful San Diego. My experience with the Evansville Otters in the independent Frontier League came as a result of not finding a job with an affiliated club in Orlando. I’m resourceful, and I know if I stay positive, I’ll make it happen. It’s all about attitude, right?  I’m ready for whatever comes my way.

Let the games begin.

Much more to come from Sean, and his three fellow Job Seeker Journal writers, on Tuesday. The games have only just begun. 

benjamin.hill@mlb.com

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