or rent, or clothes. Yes folks, it happened again. The proverbial axe went swinging around in a more potent fashion than my supervisor who walks through the agency swinging his you-know-what around.It happened on Friday and between then and now I have sent out 85 solicitation emails. No, not THAT kind of solicitation. What kind of guy do you think I am? I mean the "Dear X, I'm looking for a job. Sweeping floors, mopping up vomit, writing copy. Do you have anything going? Please?!" kind of solicitation.
How many people replied? One. That's 84 less than I had hoped would reply. I had expected my inbox to be bursting at the seams with all the emails offering me lavish positions heading up creative departments nationwide. Did that hapen? Strangely enough, no.
So my search continues.
If it carries on at this rate, my soliciation letters will start reading, "Dear X, Please hire me to work behind your counter. I have spent ten working in advertising and winning foreign awards so I can dress up in a clown outfit and shout into a microphone, "DO YOU WANT FRIES WITH THAT?"
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