Monday, July 21, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
And You Want to be My Latex Salesman?
Occasionally we get a resume at my office that invites passing around. Not because it is impressive but, rather, it has a typo. Or two, or ten, or an uncountable number. Click on the image below to enlarge and see why this one (personal information whited-out to protect the innocent), jumped out at me.
Didn't see it? Look at the duties line again:
The real question, which I have yet to figure out, is what this individual was trying to communicate. Customer Mechanic? I'm still baffled.
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Thursday, July 12, 2007
Dear Mr Ian
This was received in the office yesterday by a co-worker who handles hiring for my company. His first name is Ian. It is so poorly written, I thought it was worth sharing.
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