Your Cover Letter Means Fuck All

You know that cover letter you worked on? You know how you poured ever ounce of your written acumen into those finely-wrought molds, the words themselves molten experience? You know how, when you finally finished that cover letter, you looked over it, rightfully, with a sense of pride that not only had you accomplished those things, but you had managed to articulate your qualifications for the job in such an admirable prose style?

Well it'll probably end up in the trash. I was as disturbed as you are, friend, when, at my position in an HR department in a very large corporation, I was instructed to just tear them off of the resumes and throw them away.

What a waste.

Also, big ups to Jessica and Amy for getting my poverty stricken ass into the sold out New Pornographers show at the Metro last night. As usual, they slayed. But big downs to you, Metro, for charging me $5 for a Miller Light, although your waitstaff is very nice. Ima beat that mid-sized venue up.