My Internal Monologue, #2

Could I sell you my kidney for this position?

— Things I did not actually say when asked if I had any further questions for the interviewer.

(I’m too polite to ask who I need to sleep with to get the job. Or at least I’m too polite to blog about it.)

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One Response to My Internal Monologue, #2

  1. Sex never gets you the job you’re looking for anyway.

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