Oops, Part 2

I ran out of copies of my resume. So I decided to go to Kinko’s and run off some more. When I got there, I read it over just to make sure. That was when I saw it.

The phone number on the resume was wrong.

I had put my mother’s number instead of my apartment number. This by itself was not a disaster; Mom was certainly happy to forward people to me or deliver messages.

But it was my mother’s OLD number. She had changed it four years earlier because some creep kept calling her phone and breathing heavily on the other end 3-4 times/night.

So, in the off-chance that somebody in these interviews wanted to talk to me, the phone was disconnected.

Somehow, the rejection letters still got sent to my apartment, so at least that was right.

How did I ever get a job again?

 

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