Originally Posted by L'Incandescent
I received a letter of recommendation in comic sans. I wonder if I should interpret that as a signalization of repressed views?
Unless you are hiring to fill a position in the circus or kindergarten, (same thing, really) then you should not hire this person. Anyone that would get a letter of recommendation from the kind of person that uses comic sans serif has terrible, terrible judgment.
Originally Posted by acidboy
Originally Posted by SixOhNine
Inna fit of industriousness, I repainted a room yesterday. Well, just put down the primer coat, for you pedants out there. After cleaning up and feeling properly manly, I noticed my lower back was a bit sore. Since I bring the toughness of my immigrant laborer ancestors, I drank beer(s), watched Die Hard, and fell asleep on the couch.
Today has been an extended soiree through one of the circles of Dante's Inferno. My ancestors laugh at me in their jibber jabber languages (of which there are several, since I am a mutt of genealogy). I curse them and the weak genes the inflicted upon me. I also curse the weakness of scotch, Ambien and ibuprofen as I sit in a metal chair. My only friend is a box of donuts. I love you, donuts. I curse you Behr...
you are not pure of race, this is why you fail.
On the contrary, it is the purity of my race that causes the fail. Everyone knows that the browner peoples are best at the laboring. We of the whiteness, best at the supervising of the laboring. We're more... overseers, if you will.
My fail was to not retain the services of one of those helpful gentlemen in the Home Depot parking lot at the same time I procured my second rate gallon of primer.