to whom it may concern…
no, i didn't get the job.
no, i probably don't want you to call and apologize and console me.
no, i probably don't want you to tell me that while one door closes, another one opens. or any other clichés for that matter.
no, i probably don't want to hear that it's all for the best.
no, i will not answer any questions about why i didn't get it.
no, i don't want to talk about it.
no, i'm not happy.
no, this is not a funny blog entry.
no, i'm not sorry.
yes, you can feel free to say anything you want in comments. it's much easier to stomach condolences when they're in writing, as opposed to in person.
no, i didn't think i would ever be told that they chose someone else because "every young designer needs someone to give them a chance, and i think this should be his chance."
yes, that sucks.
no, i didn't realize i wasn't still a young designer.
yes, i'm bitter.
no, i do not want to shoot myself.
yes, i will be drinking tonight.
yes, i will be drinking tomorrow night.
yes, i will be downing carbombs like there's no tomorrow on saturday.
no, i probably don't want you to call and apologize and console me.
no, i probably don't want you to tell me that while one door closes, another one opens. or any other clichés for that matter.
no, i probably don't want to hear that it's all for the best.
no, i will not answer any questions about why i didn't get it.
no, i don't want to talk about it.
no, i'm not happy.
no, this is not a funny blog entry.
no, i'm not sorry.
yes, you can feel free to say anything you want in comments. it's much easier to stomach condolences when they're in writing, as opposed to in person.
no, i didn't think i would ever be told that they chose someone else because "every young designer needs someone to give them a chance, and i think this should be his chance."
yes, that sucks.
no, i didn't realize i wasn't still a young designer.
yes, i'm bitter.
no, i do not want to shoot myself.
yes, i will be drinking tonight.
yes, i will be drinking tomorrow night.
yes, i will be downing carbombs like there's no tomorrow on saturday.
posted by snarf @ 6:53 PM
12 Comments:
At December 15, 2005 11:15 PM,
Wraar said…
I'm not really great at words of sympathy, so all I can say is that if I find a pair of adult-sized purple underoos at the store tomorrow, I'm buying them for you. That and some vodka. That should make for a few moments of happiness anyway. That and the thought of your brother in a thong.
At December 16, 2005 9:14 AM,
cmr said…
Rats!
At December 16, 2005 10:32 AM,
snarf said…
not quite sure the thought of my brother in a thong will confort me, but at least it will take my mind off of the rat bastards who didn't hire me! :-)
hehe
At December 16, 2005 1:39 PM,
Flarf said…
oh... worry not there kemosabe... i can rock a thong!
oh, and as far as the rest of all that stuff goes, all i can say is...
damn the man.
At December 16, 2005 2:28 PM,
Wraar said…
...save the empire
At December 16, 2005 3:35 PM,
snarf said…
there is only zeul?
At December 16, 2005 3:57 PM,
Flarf said…
There is no spoon.
At December 17, 2005 12:45 AM,
snarf said…
don't cross the streams
At December 17, 2005 7:24 PM,
inteloutside said…
Can I just copy and paste this to my blog. Granted I am not a designer but I was turned down yesterday for my dream job.
At December 19, 2005 9:33 PM,
snarf said…
doh! sorry to hear of another job sorrow… and a dream job too… um… insert annoying cliché here? :)
At December 20, 2005 8:45 AM,
snarf's snarf said…
Why a spoon?
...I'm usually late to the party
At December 20, 2005 1:17 PM,
Wraar said…
well, not sure how we went from empire records to ghostbusters here, but the "there is no spoon" is from the matrix. but when said at some holiday dinner a few years ago, by either snarf or flarf (it may have been during an olive tossing episode), it sounded similar to "there is no dana" so i followed it with "there is only zuel." seems to have stuck.
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