Nothing has quite the same impact as a "Dear Applicant" letter. Especially when you reeeeally wanted the gig, and when you open the mail at the end of a really cool day when you're feeling pretty good about everything in spite of stuff. It's like looking up in awe at a clear blue sky, and having warm bird shit fall into your eye.
Ooh - that last line's like a pome.
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Amen to that.
Yep, exactly how it feels...looking up in awe at the blue sky and...
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