We're looking for a new receptionist at Hogwarts. Someone to welcome the little wizards and dupe the general public in to getting a massage where no one touches you. Take it from me- you can tell.
As was expected we received some shining applications. Pressumably from all over the world.
Something my boss and I noticed this time was the increase in photos on people's resumes. Some are appropriate/expected. Business woman of the year type stuff. Some are not. One girl (
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) included a photo of her on a balcony with a cocktail in her hand and wearing a mini-skirt slash belt. What a fucking slut. I bet she carries knee-pads in her bag at all times. I forwarded her resume to the brothel near my house and told her that we're not that sort of massage place...
At one point during the search I looked over to find my boss kneeled on the floor and shreiking with laughter. This was the culprit:
Interests: Sing The Song: When I was young I love sing the song was bear the palm in high school and college in China.
Ditto two fold!
So. I took matters in to my own hands and called a beery friend. This is what we came up with:
When we pressed send I honestly thought I would never be so happy ever again. Ever. We looked at each other and it was like we both knew. We just cranked this joke up to the next level. Jacinta would arrive in the gmail inbox of Hogwarts. And hopefully she'd get a call back. Total babe.
And then I felt Mr Beer's mood drop.
"What?" I said.
"Fuck," he said.
"What?" I said. Again.
"I just fucking saved that over my own resume."
And I was just as happy as before. Only several million times happier.
