A bright eyed youth, just out of college, in a new town and now trying to make something of himself, is trying to get his first “Grown Up Job”. Less than a week into his big move to South Florida, already has an apartment and took the first job offered. Lets do the math; 1 job interview (his first), 1 job offer (who wouldn’t hire me?), ok I’ll take it to be safe but… finding something better than a crappy 19K a year, cleaning up logos to put on pens and pencils, jobs has to be a piece of cake…
...or so i thought…
Lets just say plenty of rejection letters on the Fridge.