With apologies to the O.Henry
Two hundred and seventy-five job applications. That was all. And each of them exhaustively, strategically analyzed by a practiced gambler like the newest hand at a poker table. Jobs entered one and two at a time by bulldozing e-mail servers, exaggeration, and false humanity until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of counterfeit sincerity that such close dealing implied. Three times Kevin counted it. Two hundred and seventy-five job applications. And not a single job interview thus far.
There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Kevin did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.
Two hundred and seventy-five job applications. That was all. And each of them exhaustively, strategically analyzed by a practiced gambler like the newest hand at a poker table. Jobs entered one and two at a time by bulldozing e-mail servers, exaggeration, and false humanity until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of counterfeit sincerity that such close dealing implied. Three times Kevin counted it. Two hundred and seventy-five job applications. And not a single job interview thus far.
There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Kevin did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.