So, I just got my first official rejection letter, and you know what... It feels really good. Like, awesome. Like, finally, now I can cross your crappy agency off my list and I no longer need to practice sounding sincere so I can shpeal your voicemail on how much I want to move to dallas and watch football and work on super accounts like bleeding lobsters. Hell no you don't have a position for me right now, thats for someone whose standards (as well as their spines!) allow them to stoop so so low.

One down, 19 to go and then statistically speaking, I'll have me a job. Nice!