Nick was just another MBA looking to score a job that would lead to a life filled with fast cars, nice homes and a vast supply of male-enhancement pills (I’m guessing). But, like most Americans stuck in a job market that seems hell-bent on fucking you up the proverbial poop shoot, Nick wasn’t finding much the traditional way.
So, he put his resume on a chocolate bar, which would not only stand out from all the other people who thought getting their MBA was a good idea, it would also feed the HR demon whose job it is to hire people and then proceed to suck the life from them once they sign their paperwork.
Word is, Nick got a job.
Well, all I can say is that from now on, I’m sending out Pot Brownies to potential publishers, magazine editors, agents, and stapled literary ‘zines that pay in copies, in hopes that they get high enough on cloud nine to hand me jobs which will allow me the comfort of the slightly-above-the-poverty-line life I’ve become accustomed to.
I mean, if a fucking MBA can do it, why can’t I?
Source: Incredible Things