Cover Letter for Employment at Taco World

Alcohol + listening to my collegiate sister fill out employment apps = This


Cover Letter for Employment at Taco World

To whom it may concern:

I am applying for a job at Taco World (duh, why else would I write you a fucking cover letter???? Mom said this will help me get a job so it better freaking work. I was supposed to meet Scotti 2 freaking hours ago to finish off a 40 and smoke a roach but I had to sleep in an extra couple of hours to let that bad shit from last night wear off so I could write this stupid thing. You will see, I am a very social person and my commitments to my friends and "business partners" are a top priority. You would be lucky to have someone like me working for you. I have connections for all kinds of shit, and if anyone ever crosses you - EVER I gots someone who can take care of them, real cheap and on the down low.

A little about me: I went to St. John's High School Class of 2004, it was an OK place I guess I was only there the one time in Jr. High when the principal said he'd never seen nobody like me and didn't know what to do with me so he sent me to the superintendent at the high school because he was smarter or something. That place smelled nasty if you ask me, though. If i were principal I'd burn the motherfucker down and start from scratch or just teach the kids in a fuckin tent or something. That would save a lot of money, on construction, heat and electric. You'll see I have a lot of other innovative ideas like that when I start working for you. People tell me I'm really smart all the time.

There are a few things about me I think you should know:

I don't like nobody tellin me what to do. Fuck that, dude. I know when to work and what to do, that's why you're hiring me anyway, right? If I were stupid and needed somebody to tell me all that shit you wouldn't hire me. I know that because that's why I didn't hired at none of the places I applied last year. I didn't TELL them that, so they didn't know to hire me. So I'm telling you right up front - it's OK, I know what I'm doing and don't need nobody telling me otherwise.

I'll tell you right now I'm NOT going to wash my hands every time I go to the bathroom. Even IF you have a sign that says I have to. I don't like to be bossed around and I'm not going to let a stupid sign tell me what to do.

As you will see in my application, I am applying for the position of Taco King. The guy I talked to on the phone said they don't have any sort of position, but I want you to know that I don't care, that's fine with me. There can only be one king, so it's OK that you don't have any others right now. In fact, I think I like it better than way, I'd rather be the only KING than another guy who calls himself the "Store Manager" like that jerk on the phone.

You will see that where it says "Hours you can work" on the application I wrote "fuck you". That's because I'm not gonna let some stupid job control my life. Mom said you guys "require" everyone to work at least five hours a week. FUCK THAT. Like I said, I'm not gonna let some stupid job control my whole freaking life.

Thanks for your time and everything. Call my cell and leave me a message when I can start working. If it's before 5pm I'll be sleeping and if it's after then I just ain't gonna waste my minutes on no square-ass employment shit.


Sincerely,


Joseph "Dirty Joe" Banks

Sad but True

Don'tchall go gettin' excited now. There's only one someone out there who I want to be my filthy whore. And I've got my heart rather set on him. Sorry, maybe next time.


I love this picture. Lovelovelovelove LOVE it because it conveys so articulately the level-headed, wants to be patient and chaste and maybe even play hard-to-get (Yeah Right) picture of respectable, pre-sexual liberation 1950's femaledom's constant battle against my live-for- the-moment, life is short, don't hold back, fall in love in just one night, would sacrifice anything to follow her passions, wild and unrestrained inner rock chick (aka the filthy whore).

And. I am so impatient. Both the love of a life time romantic and the harlot agree; we do not like to wait. It is a form of torture. And that - well that just gave the harlot some new ideas...

First Impressions

I think I hate Facebook. Something about it just makes me feel so uncomfortable and inferior. It's so...formal. So cold. It portrays a vast emptiness which makes me feel very isolated when I'm on it. Not like the feeling I get when I log on to MySpace and am instantly connected to an endless "extended network" of friends, loosers, and psycho child molester perverts.

Today was the first day I delved into the empty, soul-stealing world of Facebook. After being a long time, self-proclaimed “MySpace Whore”, thriving in the endless options of rich profile designs, random, pointless bulletins just for the fun of it, and filling out 3 million redundant childish personality surveys, the transition from Myspace to Facebook felt like I'd been taken out of the Garden of Eden and thrown into a sensory deprivation chamber

As I was quickly horrified to learn, everything you do on Facebook - every single thing you do - is promptly announced to your friends in the News Feed. News Feeds on Facebook read something like this: "3:28 PM: Katie ate a sandwich" "3:48 PM Katie brushed her teeth" "3:52 PM Katie neglected to floss". This is not a good thing for indecisive, sometimes impulsive people like me, who post random things one moment, and then later decided that maybe not everyone will get that quip about all the people she killed this weekend being a joke.

Maybe it’s the institutional feeling of all the white “walls” on Facebook that just sucks the creativity and sarcasm right out of me. And what am I without sarcasm? Some blame MySpace for being too open, too encouraging of unrestrained socialization with friends and middle-aged strangers. Blame their unrestrained use of color if you wish, but I think it’s the intuitive set up, and friendly tone of FAQS and help guide that attracts so many.

Yes, the endless hours we MySpace whores spend indulging in the narcissistic pursuits of profiles, public photo albums and blogs may be a little...selfish..and bit of a "waste" of our lives. And yes, a site dedicated to the more extraverted aspects of one's self, real-life relationships and connections does, in theory, sound like a better idea. But fuck that. it's just not as fun.