Monday, December 29, 2008

1.0

"Just between us, what do you think about my chances of getting hired?"

I think: Oh, I don't know. Somewhat good. I mean, you're not black or a woman, but you got that cripple thing working for you quite nicely. It's gonna be tricky to sell some of your background, though. One, nobody wants a white man any more. Two, you didn't start college until you were 31. I've also never heard of your school. Or the place you got your MBA. But, all in all, that little baby arm of yours is most likely going to work wonders for you here. Our cripple employment rate is below 1% and that's a big no-no. They might even fire a non-gimp in HR for running those kind of numbers. Specially with the constant audits going on around this place.

I say: I think you're doing all right thus far.

I think: Just be sure to flop that little teeny arm around as much as possible when the manager for your dept. does your final interview. You'll be gimping around the floors and elevators of this firm in no time.

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