It is exactly 6:06 am and at the age of twenty-one I am writing my first CV. I have been writing it for the past three hours and so far all I really have is my name and by date of birth. I have had some form of paid work since I was sixteen and I have never had to bother with one before now. Do you know why? I shall tell you, face to face I am impressive, I possess rather excellent people skills, of this I tell no lie. People meet me and they want to hire me, regardless of how good I may or may not be for the job. I am just that good. That makes me sound conceited but it's not. I am good at lying and telling people what they want to hear and doing it all without sounding like a brown noser, I am good at that. I am not good at putting it all down on paper. I hate merely having to read CV's let alone having to write one of the damn things myself. fml. I want a job at the V&A and I want to move to Italy yesterday.
Rant over, kids.
Now returning you to your regularly scheduled programs....
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