Ask and ye shall receive, amazing how that works (except for when you’re down to your last penny and asking for a job that will both support the lifestyle that you’ve become accustomed to, and massage the fully grown ego you’ve reared since graduating from not one, but two overpriced top universities).   No sooner than I kvetched about not getting any of those phony, half-hearted, well wishes, from gutless employers, do they start pouring into my inbox – well not exactly pouring in – so, I got one.

Silly me.  Poor.  Foolish.  Dana.  Before even opening the email I planned an outfit for the interview, rehearsed some charming banter and clever anecdotes, thinking that this was still the old days, the golden days of job searching when your resume did all the work and all you had to do was be mildly attractive and articulate.  It had always been that way, as long as I got the interview, I got the job… and I always got the interview.

*sigh

If only my broke life was this simple.  Brimming with anticipation, credit cards burning a whole in my wallet poised for their return to society, and the O’jays backing me up,  I opened the email…

Dana:

Thanks for the application.  We hired an applicant for this position today, but I will keep your resume on hand should any more staff positions open up.  Good luck in your job search!

All the best,

I see...

Asshole:

Your loss.

All the best,

Me

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