A friend from Down Under sent us a couple of ads for firm kwp!, which, perhaps frustrated with the self-entitled glamazons who came a-knocking for ground-floor opportunities, decided to take a more, uh, straightforward approach.
This classified, for instance, spouts, “Help make ads. And coffee too.”
To the left: “If you think this job is crap, wait ’til you see the pay.” This version quickly ends, “Apply now, because chances are no-one else will.”
Nice, kwp!. No one can say you didn’t warn them.
Playing gofer does wonders for your ambition. Having had to fetch our fair shares of coffee and muffins, every new day only made us hungrier for the moment we could send our own interns’ asses all over town for the one chocolate croissant left in a 30-mile radius at 2:30 in the afternoon.
Nothing makes a pastry taste better than the sweet smell of fear.
