Another unemployed friend and I discuss attending a staffing agency’s networking event:
Me: “Meh. I don’t know. Are you going? It probably can’t hurt, even if it just ends up being us going out to a bar.”
Him: “I’ll probably go. Free food and, worst-case scenario, you’ve spent an evening at a bar. You might even get laid.”
Me: “OK, I’m down. Let me know if you can’t make it. And I’ll need you to tell me what to wear that’s nice enough to get work, but sexy enough to get laid. Actually, if I could fuck a literary agent, that would be ideal.”
Let’s get me a sartorial mullet: business in the front, party in my pants!
Smug Singleton 