Between the stark raving asshole I called my boyfriend trying to throw me out of his apartment because of my imagined sex addiction and my incredibly reprehensible managers at my job down at the dead body museum this was the LAST thing I needed to hear:
Dear Mr._____________,
Thank you for your interest in the Brooklyn Academy of Music and for giving us the opportunity to consider you for the Design Studio Coordinator position.
While we were impressed with your background and experience, we regret to inform you that we will not be offering you employment with our organization at this time.
We wish you every personal and professional success with your job search and in the future.
Sincerely,
Seth Azizollahoff
Human Resource Director
Thanks for that wonderful letter after I blew over $500 dollars on an interview-ready suit and accessories. Not to mention the fact that for two weeks I sweated and fretted over a position I've now found out I will not have the opportunity to occupy. Now that your organization has all that money and are set to take over downtown Brooklyn as a cultural venue you think you are big shit. Well you're half right. You're shit but with really great classical architecture and filthy rich corporate investors to boot. I don't need you. You need me.
Fuck you BAM.
