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Two Of Clubs
It started on IRC.
nikola>: den: how about I ring you, say "two of clubs" and hang up?
I chortled and DCC'd him my phone number. I thought about sending him my fax number too, but didn't.
The next day, I was going through the Sydney Morning Herald employment section when I noticed an awful lot of employers have numbers you can fax your resume too.
I stared at the fax numbers.
I was bored.
Two Of Clubs.
I wrote the word FRUITBAT across the page and wrote down the fax number of every job ad the pen put a mark on. Then I made a fax that consisted of a blank A4 page with "Two Of Clubs" in the center in 12 point Times New Roman. I disabled the fax software banners and footers and sent the page off to all the companies.
A week later I was at a job interview. As I sat down I saw pinned to the notice board behind his head a sheet of A4 paper, blank except for the words "Two Of Clubs." I tried to not smile.
He noticed my look. "What do you think of that fax?"
"It's very... Blank."
"Some sicko sent it to our employment section."
"Sicko?"
"Yes! What sort of person sends a fax like that?" he snorted. "I mean, 'Two of clubs'! Why?"
Why not? I thought. "Er, I don't know," I said.
"I tell you what," he waved a finger at me, "When those two psychologists get a personality profile I'll know who NOT to employ!" he finished. I blinked at him. They had two trick-cyclists doing a personality profile? On me? "And another thing, according to ASIO that sicko has sent the same fax to other companies. We're pooling our resources to find him."
"Oh." ASIO? Fucking hell.
"I have five people liaising with others."
"Oh." I blinked at him again.
"I mean, *why* would anyone do that?"
"Maybe he was bored?" I suggested. I stood suddenly. "Well, good bye."
He was astounded. "But I haven't interviewed you!"
"No. I don't think I want to work for a company which will devote resources to something as trivial as a fax with "two of clubs" written on it."
On my way back to North Sydney station I stopped at a newsagent to buy an envelope, a stamp and a pack of cards. I wrote my prospective ex-employer's name and address on the envelope in my neatest hand writing. Then I mailed the two of clubs to him.
nikola>: den: how about I ring you, say "two of clubs" and hang up?
I chortled and DCC'd him my phone number. I thought about sending him my fax number too, but didn't.
The next day, I was going through the Sydney Morning Herald employment section when I noticed an awful lot of employers have numbers you can fax your resume too.
I stared at the fax numbers.
I was bored.
Two Of Clubs.
I wrote the word FRUITBAT across the page and wrote down the fax number of every job ad the pen put a mark on. Then I made a fax that consisted of a blank A4 page with "Two Of Clubs" in the center in 12 point Times New Roman. I disabled the fax software banners and footers and sent the page off to all the companies.
A week later I was at a job interview. As I sat down I saw pinned to the notice board behind his head a sheet of A4 paper, blank except for the words "Two Of Clubs." I tried to not smile.
He noticed my look. "What do you think of that fax?"
"It's very... Blank."
"Some sicko sent it to our employment section."
"Sicko?"
"Yes! What sort of person sends a fax like that?" he snorted. "I mean, 'Two of clubs'! Why?"
Why not? I thought. "Er, I don't know," I said.
"I tell you what," he waved a finger at me, "When those two psychologists get a personality profile I'll know who NOT to employ!" he finished. I blinked at him. They had two trick-cyclists doing a personality profile? On me? "And another thing, according to ASIO that sicko has sent the same fax to other companies. We're pooling our resources to find him."
"Oh." ASIO? Fucking hell.
"I have five people liaising with others."
"Oh." I blinked at him again.
"I mean, *why* would anyone do that?"
"Maybe he was bored?" I suggested. I stood suddenly. "Well, good bye."
He was astounded. "But I haven't interviewed you!"
"No. I don't think I want to work for a company which will devote resources to something as trivial as a fax with "two of clubs" written on it."
On my way back to North Sydney station I stopped at a newsagent to buy an envelope, a stamp and a pack of cards. I wrote my prospective ex-employer's name and address on the envelope in my neatest hand writing. Then I mailed the two of clubs to him.
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Oh that's just brillient..... >:)
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Lord Of The *What?!*:D
What was that film I was watching on DVD again last night?:D
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PINECONE!
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It's a sort of CIA for kiddies.
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But is that just....
...or are you playing with the Queen of Hearts?
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