Dear Carolina Polo and Carriage Company: The "suit and tie route" isn't available to me here.
Though I'm degreed expensively, and also experienced,
the recruiters aren't important to anything like that,
but to criticism of travel and extraneous skills.
They aren't professional.
And so neither am I here. And neither are you.
The "job" there wasn't a permanent "job" - and nothing
about you owns anything of me, other than the checks
for the many hours and commissions over that two week
period when I went there every day and worked.
Preachers are professionals; I'm not that and you
aren't either.
I'd rather not bother with wandering around in this
town, sweating, walking. There's nothing in the
shops. I'd rather only bother myself with a walk to
another place to discuss another job. And since
you're concerned with buying into a new home, as I am,
surely you can appreciate what a paycheck is to
another employee, and send mine to me.
I can't afford to work an hour of walking to and from
there. That's at least one mile.
What I don't need is to respect you again, literally
in person. It was all very awkward and eventually
dangerous. You were quite "hip", the little birds are
dead on the ground in this town, and no one who met me
could do anything but blast my face with horror
stories.
I'm making a concentrated effort to write fantasy. I
do not need to be intelligent about you, I need my
cash.
You should send those two checks to me at once.
Thank you in advance for doing so,
Jonathan