shit on me all you want because idgaf!!!! all your fate is mine, you little f*ckers
i volunteered to do ocr because i thought it'd be a nice break but F*CK i'd rather be hunched over my desk than be dealing with these borderline terrifying besuited assailants.
first of all, GOD DAMN, kids, POP SOME BREATH MINTS. when was the last time you brushed your fucking teeth? the club room should smell like that shitty cookie platter in the corner and stale old spice, not HALITOSIS
second, there's a thing called PERSONAL SPACE. don't lunge your scrawny little turd bodies so close to mine that i'm backing up so far into a table that i have bruised indentations on the backs of my legs. scary as fuck when a whole gaggle of 5'7" dorks with homicide eyes are hanging onto every word i stutter.
third, don't ask contrived, bullshit questions. "what is the group's culture?" shit, i don't know, but i can tell you that it isn't creepy and oblivious as all fuck
fourth, don't tell me you're a neuroscience major or that you're PASSIONATE about healthcare or investing or stocks. who the fuck cares? you don't need to know the fucking krebs cycle to copy and paste shit into powerpoint. and do NOT tell me about how you build excel models for fun, you doofus
finally, don't add me on linkedin at 1am that very night. don't write me an indecipherable email with your three-page resume attached when i never even gave you my contact info. don't send me a nine-paragraph followup email after i send you a short one wishing you good luck as i refer you to hr. the fuck is wrong with you kids?????