Ahhh Fenwick, you fickle foe.
We have met twice before. And twice before you have rejected
me. Not this time. This time you will hire me! I return to you with many new
experiences and jobs added to my CV, I am ready for you, you are ready for me,
let’s live together in perfect harmony.
Or not.
You rejected me after I sent you a CV (as required) to which
you replied with an application form in which I had to effectively write my
whole CV out again, just in separate little boxes for you. The most tedious of
tasks, but I thought it would be best to follow your demands so not to
displease you ma chérie.
And you rejected me.
But, I have to say, the nicest rejection I've had so far- you
sent me a letter! How romantic! And printed on such sweet parchment too, thick,
quilted papyrus, none of that cheap stuff. You are certainly a lady of elegance.
I can forgive your irrational rejection of me due to the fact you sent snail
mail.
Yours as always, waiting and wondering,
Ta pomme de terre xxx
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