Our secret squirrel super-spy sends in this photo from Lexington Avenue and 62nd Street in Manhattan, where high-end resumé stationery is now half-off. Mmm hmm.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
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The price of tin cups, however, has doubled.
And the fee for a window to jump out of is skyrocketing.
Jolie, how sad are you? I do enjoy the lovely cursive rendering of the Wal-Mart Falling Prices meme.
Cripes. First they devalued The Awl with this newfangled design and those cheap floozy headlines, now this? What's next, Lilly Pulitzer, Product of China?
My resume comes on a cardboard tube.
Mine is scrawled on a napkin and stuffed in my bra.
I just had mine tattooed on my tits. It's where all the guys are looking anyway. (And when asked for 2 pieces of ID, I just smile and slowly unzip my jacket.)
And does any job seeker* actually print a resume anymore?
*or should I use the new jargon, grovelling supplicant...
I think my resume needs a virus coded into it that threatens to disable the recipient's entire network until I get a goddamn interview, or at the very least a polite rejection e-mail.
Resume kit...why does this remind me of those "Your First Period" kits that Kotex etc. used to make?
My resume comes with its own trash can. Because I'm classy like that.
Mine has prefixed coffee cup stains.