Monday, February 20, 2012

But really

I'm speechless. Not like "I'm going to write a song about it and sing it a lot" speechless (I think an instrumental would've been more tasteful, Ms. Gaga), but more like "I'm gonna write about it but not say it out loud" speechless. That seems to involve less speech and is truer to the literal sense of what I proposed. That being said, what the fuck. How can I not get a job? How does a normal, well-fucking-adjusted person receive no interest from the joberati? (See: bureaucratic technodrome catporch shits). Granted, I suppose I've overlooked the entire job category marked "for hobo dinosaurs," but I expect you'll understand. Do I look like a triceratops with a bindle slung over my shoulder?! Brb I need to check the mirror. NO I DON'T (AT LEAST NOT REALLY). So where in the world do I need to go for job? Some India place where jobs are being outsourced? Is it ok to steal an Indian job that was already stolen from the US? Is that Indian Hiring?!

Please forward all serious job offers to GeniusAsShit@gmail.com

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