So I have a strange feeling that I’m not going to get that job.
It happens to the best of us, but it’s in your best interest to make sure that your fly is zipped up before you go to a job interview.
It happens to the best of us, but it’s in your best interest to make sure that your fly is zipped up before you go to a job interview.
Wisdoh (wiz-d’oh) is a short-form literary genre. You know, like haiku or limerick, but without any silly line and syllable restrictions. Undeniably, it is the best way to describe your shortcomings, screw-ups, faux pas, epic fails, temporary loss of intelligence, or anything that rapidly deteriorates into a socially awkward situation.
Self-deprecation is highly encouraged.
There’s only one way to achieve Wisdoh, and it involves three simple steps:
1. Do something.
2. Find out that it was stupid.
3. Now you know.
A typical Wisdoh consists of two parts:
You: I desperately need some Listerine.
Your reader: ?
You: If you absolutely must unclog your toilet – do yourself a favor, and plunge with your mouth closed.
Your reader: I see what you did there.