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I have learned a lot this week.

One lesson is this:

You are trying to get a job. You are assuming the correct steps and smiling all the way to the dot coms and lottery-esque opportunities and window shopping down For Sale Street and flossing your gleaming teeth on your reflection of the Internet window job hunting you are strolling down.

You are not for sale. You are not shopping. You are a number and you don't exist.

Good luck with you career pursuits!

Love,

The Economy of American Estrangists.

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