Saturday, 24 January 2004
If all goes the way i want it to, i'm never gonna apply for a job again. At least not a cubicle farm-type job. Because if i do, i won't be in a position to write a letter to my prospective employers like this one at J-Fly. An extract: "If you throw me into an office the size of a bathroom without fresh air or windows, further blighted by the negative energy of seven other disgruntled employees--all the while enjoying the airy, bright, billowy ambiance of your own private office with imported bamboo furniture and soft sofas with beaded pillows, I believe you should reconsider your choice in candidates."