say something about ... yourself!

Dear Kevin,

We appreciate your interest in F5 and the time you spent interviewing with us.
After careful consideration, we regretfully inform you that we have decided to
move forward with other candidates. Thank you again for applying for the
Desktop Support Specialist II opening.



Happy Friday everyone!
 
I dunno, depends on what sex, how attractive, and what it is.

Hot lady: "HEY I'MMA SUCK YOUR COCK COME WITH ME" might be ok.
 
Dear Kevin,

We appreciate your interest in F5 and the time you spent interviewing with us.
After careful consideration, we regretfully inform you that we have decided to
move forward with other candidates. Thank you again for applying for the
Desktop Support Specialist II opening.



Happy Friday everyone!

Sorry to hear that, Kevin. Hang in there!

With me it's always a bit different. Just when I think I'm getting back on my feet again, something pulls me right back down.

I just got an offer with a good company here to do some freelance teaching during the summer. Decent salary for 3 hours of work per day, Monday thru Friday from 6 to 9 pm. So, after feeling quite good about myself for the past two days, I receive news from my accountant that I owe 1,200 euros in taxes, all due in November. So, the 4300 bucks I'm going to make in the next two months will go to not only paying the taxes I owe in November, since it's above a certain amount for the year, I'll have to pay ANOTHER one next year because like in the states, if you make above a certain amount for the year, you're taxed on it. Last year I made just above that amount and this year I will as well. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!

If I had known this news just a single day sooner, I wouldn't have told them I was a free professional, would've dropped my freelance status, and just stayed at home instead. Like this, I'll be working to pay taxes, and that's it.

Fuck it. I'm done with teaching after this. I'll go get a regular job in some factory for 10 bucks an hour or something.
 
Any chick drunk enough to walk up to me blindly and realistically offer to blow me, is not the type of chick I'd ever want blowing me.
 
I've seen porn of that. I assume he was slightly more uncomfortable (recipient) than I was as I closed the window.
 
Well it serves them right for trying to force a christian leaflet on me.

And screaming "hail satan!" in someone's face really does wonders for the perception of metal fans. Oh, the audacity of them! A leaflet! You know that a simple "no thank you" usually suffices, right?

My friend, a person can deal with any social situation and always come out ahead if he or she simply relies on good manners. Good manners, really, are all that you need to get by today socially. You're English. You should know this.
 
They wanted me to follow jesus, I asked them to follow satan (jokingly). I don't see how one is inherently worse than the other.

I usually do just ignore even the one rampant Australian, megaphone-wielding nutcase who screams at queues for metal gigs telling them that they're all going to hell, but oh noes I said something back!
 
So what'd they do? Cross themselves and perform some glossolalia?

And screaming "hail satan!" in someone's face really does wonders for the perception of metal fans. Oh, the audacity of them! A leaflet! You know that a simple "no thank you" usually suffices, right?

My friend, a person can deal with any social situation and always come out ahead if he or she simply relies on good manners. Good manners, really, are all that you need to get by today socially. You're English. You should know this.

Why bother? They'll perceive you as a damned sinner whether you're polite, or not. I've asked the leaflet converters when I was in high school. Being polite when refusing doesn't change the fact you're a hell-bound demon-spawn.
 
They wanted me to follow jesus, I asked them to follow satan (jokingly). I don't see how one is inherently worse than the other.

I usually do just ignore even the one rampant Australian, megaphone-wielding nutcase who screams at queues for metal gigs telling them that they're all going to hell, but oh noes I said something back!

You're ignoring the most entertaining ones! That's the best part! Screaming back at them just solidifies their preconceived notion of us.
 
So what'd they do? Cross themselves and perform some glossolalia?



Why bother? They'll perceive you as a damned sinner whether you're polite, or not. I've asked the leaflet converters when I was in high school. Being polite when refusing doesn't change the fact you're a hell-bound demon-spawn.

Right, but we're not trying to change how they feel about us; instead, we're showing them that we're above their pettiness. I don't care if they think we're going to hell or not.