fuckers fuckers fuckers.
a mere 3 hours after the stupid neon yellow doored office interview and they give me a “we don’t want you” email. well i don’t want to work for you either. way too many apostrophes and accents in l’oréal anyway. who wants a job that is that hard to type. not me.
going to drink vodka and wtach the football. and not feel french and sophisticated working for some glamorous, pioneering company.
not. at. all. bitter.