Matt of the Damned
Dear Letters to People Reader(s):
I return to you a fairly confident that I didn’t totally botch my job interview today*. And I see you have have risen from the death that my absence has caused. See, I told you it wouldn’t be so bad.
Actually, I think I did pretty well, the interviewer was nice and helpful and didn’t smack me with a ruler when I fucked up some Nested Styles in InDesign. Trust me, you don’t want to be smacked with a ruler by a graphic designer. We have some wicked looking ones and are more than willing to leave an imprint on your ass that includes systems of measurement you can’t even fathom.
But in all seriousness, I did manage to snag another interview and I am only competing with two other people for the job. If only hiring were determined by cage match.**
So I am counting on you, dear reader(s), to wish me luck. I can accept well wishing telepathically, though if I don’t respond it is because I am sleeping, on the other line, or something else.***
Love, Matt
*Note to self: graphic design work that includes drug references apparently doesn’t fly too well, no matter how funny it is. Use Photoshop’s Irony Tool more next time.
**Many graphic designers are out of shape due to sitting in front of their computers all day and eating. But not me, I sit in front of my computer all day and not eat. I am quick as lightning; skinny, pale lightning.
***Getting my cat spayed
