"We'd like to hire you, work you half to death, stress you out, deny you your benefits when you need them, pass you over for promotions, pay you a lower salary than you deserve, and then lay you off when you need this job the most. Is all that okay with you?"(This cartoon originally appeared in the 1-2-1984 issue of the New Yorker.)
OK, I was discouraged, nay, depressed about my job search when I turned to your blog today. Now I am without hope. Actually, this is very funny. Well done.
ReplyDeleteI thought that dude looked like my husband.
ReplyDeleteSure as hell looks like his boss.
Hi is this the job for Wal-Mart or the Starbucks next to the Walmart?
ReplyDeleteI'm with Crayons. I'm going home to bed.
ReplyDeletei knew all bosses were republicans
ReplyDeleteThat's exactly what my boss asked me! What are the odds?
ReplyDeletesounds like "truth in advertising"!
ReplyDeleteCrayons-Sometimes gallows humor is what we need.
ReplyDeleteWhiskey-Your hubby must be one fine looking dude.
Evil-It's for both. Want to apply?
Coaster-No bed for you! Mama Gin says get up!
Dcap-I wish you had told me that sooner.
Barb-A million to one.
Micgar-Yep.