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Once in a while when I'm looking through jobs and selecting where to apply, I do have to take a step back and ask myself what the hell I'm doing. Because if I were offered a job in, say, Florida, I would probably not take it. No offense to Floridians, but you live in my own personal version of hell, climactically speaking.

Anyway, the point is, sometimes I'm all, could I live in this place? And if the answer is no, generally I don't apply. But yesterday I only found one job, in the deep, deep South, and I thought, why not. It will be amusing at any rate.

This morning I got a letter confirming that they had received my resume and that I had qualified to be considered a candidate, so if they liked my resume they'd be calling me in the next two weeks sometime.

I feel that only a screengrab can truly capture the glory of the reply I received.

Not to be a font snob, but even if I don't care that you just sent me a letter in Comic Sans (and I don't), surely someone at your organisation cares that you just sent every prospective employee who just applied a letter in Comic Sans. Easy to read it might be, but professional it is not.

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At the moment, the Art Institute Museum in Chicago has a spectacular exhibit going on called Picasso And Chicago, which I went to see about a month ago. Per regulation these days, you exit through a little gift shop, and while I was there buying a bunch of fridge magnets for my mother (don't judge) I picked up a book called Picasso's Mask, by Andre Malraux.

( Picasso's Mask by Andre Malraux )

Final Verdict: I am actually supremely proud of myself for finishing the damn thing. I did skip the PAGE AFTER PAGE of reprinted speech from the opening of a Museum Without Walls exhibit Malraux put on after Picasso's death (or possibly before, it's hard to work out sometimes). It's a really interesting book until about halfway through; a library read, not a purchase, unless you're really into Malraux.

"Pity us," wrote Apollinaire, "we who are enduring this endless quarrel between Order and Adventure..." --p. 51