Diane’s knee has been hurting for years, but like so many of us, her plate was full of other peoples’ problems and more pressing issues that always took priority, so when she finally had the chance to talk to a doctor about it, she was distressed at how the exam went. After some poking and prodding, he informed her that there was nothing wrong with her knee.
“Really? How can that be?” She was bewildered. “It hurts so bad that I can’t –“
“Dear Margaux: Thanks for getting in touch with me. I appreciate the feedback, and although I’m sorry to hear about the position you’re in, I’m confident that with your skills that if you keep “flinging your resume” you’ll eventually be found by a lucky and smart employer who sees beyond the meaningless date of your birth and can appreciate your many gifts. You should also keep writing, because obviously you have a lot to bring to the table and speak passionately and eloquently for the millions you represent. I wish you the best of luck, NO ONE.”
I never heard back. So I’ll just wrap up with my response to the response I didn’t get to my response: