Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Dear Folks

I need all of you to gather together, clasp your cyber hands, and wish upon a star. I interviewed with [name of publication redacted] last week and I still haven't heard anything. Let's all light some candles and chant some spells and help mama get a job, shall we?

With more than a slight note of hysteria in my quavering voice,

Mrs. Jugo Naturale-Gladwell


Electric Mayhem said...

I thought you got a job with the UofP for March? And will you fucking call me back, please? It's free.

Wendy said...

I lit a candle for you. It was a leftover Hanukkah candle, so I hope the publication was Heeb Magazine.

Adams said...

Nobody responds to my query letters at Heeb Magazine.

Wendy said...

Ack. I wouldn't even try. I'm probably older than most of their parents. They'd only mock me.

Zach said...

Candles: lit.
Hands: clasped.
Fingers: crossed.
Stars: wished upon.
Prayers: prayed.
Spells: chanted.

I'm not sure the prayers will do much good since whoever receives them only gets them from me when I'm totally being selfish and so is likely ignoring all new requests.
And I'll also admit that my spell chanting is rudimentary at best.
But, you know, it's something.