If my life was a 1920 gangster movie, this would be part where I am having trouble joining the outfit:
Cast:- HR department played by some shadowy figure in a fedora, trench coat, and who smokes a cigar. (Possibly voiced by Nick Nolte)- Me, looking remarkably like a newsboy, eight-piece cap and all.
Scene: HR: "Sorry kiddo, no dice, the boss man says you ain't got the street smarts yet to cut it in the outfit. Wizen up a little, and maybe we will take a look again down the road."
Me: "Whaddayamin I ain't got the creds? I have been bustin ma hump fer the past tootin years as a gofer intern and extern! Ain't that count fer somethin?"
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