This is my, er Katie Arnold's, official job rejection letter:
Technically, technically I didn’t get rejected from that credit union I interviewed with. Katie Arnold did, not I, Kate Arnold. What a slap in the face. Not only was I rejected on a premature phone call to the company, but two weeks later I was also rejected via snail mail in a standardized letter and the only personal touch to whole thing was incorrect. I guess I didn’t make as good of an impression on them as I thought I did. It’s ok, I don’t want to work for anyone who calls me Katie anyway.
In other news, in my hunt for a future career or a passion/direction in life, I considered being a mentor. I tried typing “become a mentor” into the google search bar, but instead google guessed I wanted to become a mermaid. I ran with it. I’ll be getting my scales in seashell bra in no time.
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