Speaking of forgetting things are coming in the mail, I’ve had a job application go like this: several months after I filled out an application form for a job at a law firm (and gave up after getting the usual “don’t call us, we’ll call you” runaround), I get a form letter in the mail informing me my application was rejected. Gee, thanks, jerks! You couldn’t have sent me that several months ago when my naively optimistic old mother who was under the illusion that you might actually hire me was pestering me to tell her whether I’d heard anything back from you yet?
Well, I for one a glad that it’s not a puppy that just pretends to be an octopus.
Speaking of forgetting things are coming in the mail, I’ve had a job application go like this: several months after I filled out an application form for a job at a law firm (and gave up after getting the usual “don’t call us, we’ll call you” runaround), I get a form letter in the mail informing me my application was rejected. Gee, thanks, jerks! You couldn’t have sent me that several months ago when my naively optimistic old mother who was under the illusion that you might actually hire me was pestering me to tell her whether I’d heard anything back from you yet?
That’s a response time as bad as those in the publishing industry.