I’m slowly dying
inside. Letters, resumes—
leave me without hope.
Will I ever work?
I am the best candidate.
My great creds say so.
What is wrong with you?
I reinvent myself to
please you. So hire me!
23 Nov
23 Nov
I’m slowly dying
inside. Letters, resumes—
leave me without hope.
Will I ever work?
I am the best candidate.
My great creds say so.
What is wrong with you?
I reinvent myself to
please you. So hire me!
Posted by Judy Pressme on 23 November 2008 at 9:30 pm
Thai ku very much.
Posted by affluenteffluence on 23 November 2008 at 9:39 pm
@Judy– Mâi bpen rai kâ, Judy…mâi bpen rai kâ.
Posted by Judy Pressme on 24 November 2008 at 1:36 pm
That’s what she said.