|And if you have no friends, then at least you'll give some |
scavenging animal a lovely meal.
e-mails, and their offices are about as welcoming as Alcatraz. Dear staff at the Evening Express. If you are reading this blog entry, please respond to my fucking e-mail. Yes, there is a mild possibility that someone from the paper is reading this, because I included a link to this blog in my CV. Which makes me wonder. Was that a bad move? I've had praise for the writing style I use in this blog. But then again I use some wonderful imagery and similes about paedophile semen and children dying in third world countries which probably wouldn't be ideal in an article about a 7 year old and his battle against cancer*. When employers and other people in a position of power say they want to get to know you, how much do they mean it? It's fairly common practice for employers to be discouraged from hiring you based on how drunk you look in your facebook picture. I can understand this a little. But it's also pretty fucking stupid. Despite the fact that I swear, rant, and drink excessively while blogging, it doesn't mean I'll do that in the workplace. Employers everywhere - go outside and get a little air. I'm pretty sure the majority of your employees don't spend their spare time counting down the seconds until their next shift whilst reading the company rulebook. If anything, those doing that sort of thing should be avoided. They always end up killing everybody and nibbling the genitalia off the bodies.
My flatmate is coming back soon, and she makes the most wonderful lasagne.
What I'm currently listening to > \Battles - Gloss Drop/**
Thanks for reading!
*I wouldn't be that stupid, I'm just saying that the Evening Express might think I am
**Yes, this is new. I listen to a lot of music, been meaning to do something like this for a while. Deal with it.