I just counted my cover letters. I've applied for over 85 jobs in the past year. Interviews = 0. It's just as well my current job hasn't gone away yet.
Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Spike's Bitches 28: For the Safety of Puppies...and Christmas!
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Well, it's official, Johnny Damon will have to cut his hear.
His days of being mistaken for Jesus are numbered.
I just counted my cover letters. I've applied for over 85 jobs in the past year. Interviews = 0. It's just as well my current job hasn't gone away yet.
Depressing, isn't it? Makes you wonder how anybody gets hired.
Johnny Damon
Ptui! Let us speak of him no more.
OK, I've completed my emergency trip to the fabric store for One More Thing. I worked on my quilt for awhile. Then Mishka came over and sat down on it because it is His. He interfered with me until I had to either take a nap with him or take action. Darn those fuzzy kitties and their purring and wet noses and nefarious ways anyway.
I could vacuum, but really I don't wanna. Couldn't I just settle for changing the kitty litter and taking out the garbage?
Juliana: this is the stage where you get to write all the blistering communication you want to. It's only the sending of these materials to the recipient that is forbidden right now, for as Hec said, who wants more trouble later? High road my friend, take the high road. I hear it's sometimes worth it!!!
As for inappropriate job applications, my favorite was from the Jesus freak in Santa Cruz whose resume told us that he had spent the last ten years in the mountains worshipping ganja, but now he was ready to work with us. We kept that one around as a Horrible Warning.
I just counted my cover letters. I've applied for over 85 jobs in the past year. Interviews = 0. It's just as well my current job hasn't gone away yet.
Oh, ugh, I remember being in that boat. Sucks.
worshipping ganja? Maybe you could've made him bring the donuts...
Well, it's official, Johnny Damon will have to cut his hear.
Think of it as a ritual cleansing... t ducks
nines?
nines!