If it makes me look older and thus more reliable, can I wear my geeky specs and fake curly moustache and chew on a gummy cigar to interview?
Woohoo.
Burn my resume please. My fake plastic card passport name reads Steve jobs.
Eh yes, venti de-caff milo peng with Milo powder but no whipcream on top fer me please. Cos I don’t like the usual plain water or instant mix coffee they serve at interviews.
Formal clothings ain’t really my style. Tts why I turned up in this glittery mini skirt flaring off my thick hairy legs paired with supposedly the ugliestcomfort shoes on earth – crocs.
Please don’t mind me.
Hire me and be part of our fruitilicious family. Be hungry. Take a bite. A Big Bitee.
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