(Source | Via) This letter belongs to Kevin Burg, whose grandmother received it in 1938.
So perfect to send to all the “girls” looking for jobs.
(Source | Via) Here's a rejection sent in by a blog-reader from the cruel world of freelance journalism.
I have a friend who appraises antiques — assigning a dollar value to the old Chinese vase your grandmother used for storing pencils, telling you how much those silver knickknacks from Aunt Fern are worth.
He says the hardest part of his job, the part he dreads the most, is telling people that their treasure is worthless. Whether you’re telling a job candidate that he didn’t make the next round, an entrepreneur that you’re not going to fund her project, or a vendor that you no longer need his services, these are emails most of us dread crafting.
There's nothing like light-hearted humour help to ease the pain of rejection, as evidenced by this letter from the offices of Mad magazine, one of the most influential humour publications ever released.