My inbox this morning was kinda crushing. I know I have a bit of an ego some days, and I know I tend to err on the side of stupidly optimistic, but I thought at least one of my applications would be taken up on. But no. It appears ageism is still rampant in society, and bald men are being persecuted to the full extent of the possible.
I'm assuming they simply don't have enough make-up available to stop the glare...
"Dear Mr Wilson, I'm afraid you're a little old to join One Direction. We don't doubt your knowledge of their songs, your fitness, or ability to 'Dad Dance' but we need to have appeal to a slightly younger audience than you might bring. We thank you for your application, and wish you well with your singing lessons."
... and, to make matters worse.
"Dear Gavin, your qualifications are sadly lacking for this this position, as doing doughnuts in Sainsbury's Car Park on a Saturday night does not fully make up for the lack of knowledge of automobiles in general. Your assertion that having no hair would make you invaluable as a replacement because you wouldn't get 'helmet hair' is an invalid one and so we will not be hiring you to replace Mr Clarkson on Top Gear. Good luck with the driving test by the way, 14th time lucky..."
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RandomEverybody is somebody else's weirdo: I suspect I may be many people's. Consider this a brain dump, or indeed a Brian dump given the misspelled pseudo-entity who lives in my skull. Tangential thoughts, comments, ideas, and general Brianisms from the...
