It was exciting that you had a job opening within your sickeningly hip creative agency in that one building that used to be a warehouse. You've got an elk's head mounted on your fucking fresh wood paneled wall, cause you know, that's so Pac NW. Your facebook page is filled with photos of canned moments of "fun" your company has had together. "Hey, we're having a BBQ and someone made cupcakes and we're playing basketball all on our lunch break!". I'm glad you're so cool, that must make you feel complete and whole. Did you forget what it was like being on the other end of it all, trying to land that dream job you have?

It takes so very little time to follow up after an interview, or respond to an appropriate follow up email. I gave it my all and have the education, experience, and personality that fit the role. I didn't do anything weird, so why no response? Was it because I just didn't quite have that Zooey Deschanel look you were hoping for? God dammit, I knew I should've worn those fake black rim glasses I bought from Urban Outfitters years ago. Or maybe I should have brought homemade vegan scones to the interview, or talked more about my obscure record collection. Thanks for being too important to kindly let me know the position has been filled after sweating for 3 weeks post interview.