i’m just positive that you’re going to be very successful.
the list of things i know for certain about myself is pretty short.
i really enjoyed our conversations together, really a lot.
one thing on there is this: people generally like me. more than not.
you were absolutely the best writer of the bunch.
another is that i’m a decent writer.
i look forward to the day when i walk into the store and pick up a book with your name on it.
i’ve a long, almost deadly long stretch in front of me if i’m to get to what i know i’m capable of, writing-wise.
the panel decided to go with someone who has more experience.
but i’m decent. right now: i’m good.
the group felt you lacked a certain level of experience.
don’t misunderstand: i’m a shit-all amateur and i know it.
the team recognized that you do superb work, but the relevant experience was not there.
it’s just that i also happen to know that on a dime i can concoct an elaborate analogy regarding the panel’s need to self-fellate – to stuff their cheeks with their own collective bureaucratic cock – and it will be more delightful and evocative than the lifetime of professional work by whichever brow-furrowed eager-lipped wrinkle-resistant fleshy-sacked cockmeister it was who had the appropriate experience today.
everybody feels sure that you’re going to be a great success wherever it is that you finally end up.
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If it makes you feel any better, I was once turned down for a job for being simultaneously over-qualified and too young. That, I think, is way more fucked up--even than getting fired from Storeables.
--M
That being said, I forgot to mention that those guys are dick-eating-cock-sucking-vag heads who wouldn't even know the first thing about artfully procuring Cheerio's.
--M
Yeah! I agree. Screw them, you are the best.
just found out yesterday that they didn't hire anyone, and will have to start the search over. which is totally gay, but a bit less than the other option, because my writing was "absolutely the best," and i've already got some contract work out of it. so who knows, except maria, who i just quoted on scs's blog -- "where the lord closes a door, somewhere he opens a window."
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