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Clues That This Recommendation Letter Wasn't What You Were Hoping For

Published 11.3.05 by Porkchop | E-mail this post

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I know your not supposed to see your letters of recommendation, but thus far, they have all been showed to me and I have been quite pleased with the glowing accolades.

This letter, however, made my stomach kind of quiver. And wish for a sudden death. Included:

"She is passionate, sometimes allowing her passion to override her reason."

Mentions my blog as a creative outlet. MY BLOG! IN A RECOMMENDATION LETTER. IS THERE NO JUSTICE IN THIS WORLD?!

It also compares me to a HORSE. And cites the training needed for such a high-strung animal is also needed for me.


I think I should NOW say good-bye to college and go ahead and collect on a few of the less educated, and slightly demoralizing, job offers.

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

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I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.


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