Every morning we hop a little fence. Esper gets all jazzed about it, like we are doing something bad, so she shoots me this look like “OHHH MAN, we gonna get in soooo much trouble.”
“Now type out your work experience, even though you just fucking uploaded your resumé”
“While you’re at it, type out your education too, even though it’s on the fucking resumé as well”
“Great, now fill out this questionnaire too. It’ll only take 20-30 minutes! If we decide not to hire you, we won’t even give you the courtesy of an automated email telling you you’re not the right fit!”
Why on earth hasn’t anyone invented a less terrifying way to open biscuits and cinnamon rolls???? 😩
because squishing that much biscuit into that little space teeters on the edge of hubris. the pop is to keep us humble. to remind us that death comes for all
i hate applying for jobs because the employers are always like: do you enjoy working in a stressful environment???? do you strive for unobtainable standards of perfection???? are you good at dealing with people that make you feel extremely uncomfortable??? do you mind losing real hours of your life in order to make minimum wage?? are you a fan of capitalism??? do you love selling your soul just so you can afford to live???
