So the job sounded cool in paper. The job sounded even cooler in my interview. BUT the Director was a fucktwat. I couldn't even imagine working for him, I'd pull out my hair and stab myself in the eye repeatedly. They were offering less money as well, as if. I called on Saturday night and left a message similar to the following, "Thanks so much for taking the time for my interview. Unfortunately, I am not interested in this position unless you can match my salary. Please do not call my supervisor for a reference check. Take care." Satisfying. More to come on my fabtabulous time in NYC. But right now I'm exhausted from all of the partying.
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ain't no better feeling than telling someone that you have better things to do.
good for you!
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