You know, when you walk in and you are all spiffed up and holding your freshly printed resume and all the staff and customers stare at you until you spit out that you are "looking for a manager because you would like to drop off a resume...?" or that you would like to "fill out an application...?? Please?". I don't know about you guys, but I usually stutter, at least once.
And then they put your resume on file, or in the garbage. I don't know.
How is it that my smelly brother gets jobs left, right, and center? I clean up way prettier than he does.
On a much much happier note, isn't this wonderful?