You spent all that time carefully designing the perfect resume and cover letter. Those final drafts are flawless works of literary genius, possibly destined for the Library of Congress—shoo-in for the Pulitzer. It was hard work, but they’re ready and you send it off to potential employers… who spend about 30 seconds reading the single page that took you weeks to finish. Now comes the hard part. A stranger wants to talk to you, in person, real-time, no take backs. Sounds like its time to hit the bottle. Or you can read on, as your favorite YP4 intern leads you into his dark past of interviews gone wrong. I blank when they ask me my name, so you don’t have to.

Salon.com made me cry