"You'll be loved like you never have known & your mem'ries of me will be more like bad dreams"
Me: And what's your name, ma'am?
Applicant: Mary Smith....Jones...
Me: Is that hyphenated?
Applicant: ..no...just a "dash"...
*scream*
In honor of the resume from an old lady who was once an interior decorator, I am listening to "Death of an Interior Decorator" because her career with us is DEAD.
Last night, I dreamed that there was a Jack Brown reuinion show and it was a huge deal and all of these people showed up at this theater to see us play. Except I hadn't been invited and they had some other girl playing bass. I was devastated. There were all kinds of hot dudes and celebrities waiting to see us. Oddly enough, I ran into AJ and Jessica they saw that I was mad and asked me what was wrong. I told them I'd been booted, and AJ apologized and said it wasn't his decision and Jessica tried to console me. She was being inconcievably nice, like the old Jessica. Eventually I just huffed off and went home and got into bed with Spaceman J. And that was weird. He was taller. Among other things.
The day is still getting more and more ridiculous. One of our sub apps asked Hollie if she'd ever been to Vinny's, a very trashy Westbank bar. VERY. TRASHY. And he's a skinny Indian guy. WTF. THEN! We called Hollie to our desks to show her a funny resume- Jen noticed that the girl had faxed her resume from THE HUSTLER CLUB DOWNTOWN. Hustler's Barely Legal Club, to be precise. Hollie, however, alerted us that this young lady was, in fact, her stepsister.
WHAT.
THE.
FUCK.
You know, I can't take it anymore. I'm screaming at the phones. Yesterday I received a resume faxed from Kinko's that was hand written. I hate the world today. Fiercely.
Applicant: Mary Smith....Jones...
Me: Is that hyphenated?
Applicant: ..no...just a "dash"...
*scream*
In honor of the resume from an old lady who was once an interior decorator, I am listening to "Death of an Interior Decorator" because her career with us is DEAD.
Last night, I dreamed that there was a Jack Brown reuinion show and it was a huge deal and all of these people showed up at this theater to see us play. Except I hadn't been invited and they had some other girl playing bass. I was devastated. There were all kinds of hot dudes and celebrities waiting to see us. Oddly enough, I ran into AJ and Jessica they saw that I was mad and asked me what was wrong. I told them I'd been booted, and AJ apologized and said it wasn't his decision and Jessica tried to console me. She was being inconcievably nice, like the old Jessica. Eventually I just huffed off and went home and got into bed with Spaceman J. And that was weird. He was taller. Among other things.
The day is still getting more and more ridiculous. One of our sub apps asked Hollie if she'd ever been to Vinny's, a very trashy Westbank bar. VERY. TRASHY. And he's a skinny Indian guy. WTF. THEN! We called Hollie to our desks to show her a funny resume- Jen noticed that the girl had faxed her resume from THE HUSTLER CLUB DOWNTOWN. Hustler's Barely Legal Club, to be precise. Hollie, however, alerted us that this young lady was, in fact, her stepsister.
WHAT.
THE.
FUCK.
You know, I can't take it anymore. I'm screaming at the phones. Yesterday I received a resume faxed from Kinko's that was hand written. I hate the world today. Fiercely.