It puzzles me how you have enough clout to work for a premier comedy club. A couple of weeks ago, I attended your impromptu sidewalk interviews, during which you trash-talked a prior interviewee. Afterward, you walked me over to a co-worker who told me she would send me an email with a link and training dates. Well, I never received it. Just last week, I noticed you on the sidewalk again at that same table where you were soliciting job applications when we first met. I approached to follow up on our previous conversation, but you made it quite apparent that you had no time for me. When I asked about the job, you replied coldly, “Everyone has been hired.” I asked why you were still outside, and you responded that it was due to inside construction. “Then why is there a ‘Job Fair’ sign right there?” I asked. You shook your head side to side and rolled your eyes. I walked away, and while I was crossing the street you sarcastically shouted, “God bless you.” Listen, I don’t need no blessings. But you should pray for divine intervention to undo whatever it is that cursed you with the charm of a caveman.
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