On one humid day, George of the Jungle was resting beneath a small patch of shelter, trying to hide from the hot tropical sun rays which are slowly generating melanomas beneath his skin. Undergrowths were sproutin' , mosquitoes were flyin' and malaria was spreadin' ..

Looking around, he realised that whilst life went on, he was doing nothing besides resting on that fat tummy of his, grazing whatever food he could find and snoring to his heart's content. He then made a life-changing decision. He wanted to search for something else.. something more groundbreaking .. something more earthshattering something more exhilarating.. something with three letters ..

J O B.

So it was on that day, that George decided to hunt for jobs in that jungle of his - aka. Castle Towers. He rounded up two of his hunting pals, and set off in the dense canopy of trees, swinging from store to store, in desperate search of MY PRECIOUSSSSSSSSSS .. job.

But as they came across their first branch, his two companions decided that such obstacles in this journey were too overwhelming, and in amidst their adversity, they backed out - leaving George there to fight for his life. However, George decided that his should BE A MAN and face the challenges ahead, so he persevered on, grabbing the vine firmly with his hand and swung for his life.

" WATCH OUT FOR THAT TREE! " His companion shouted, as George came SMACKBANG right into the bark of the tree. From then on, his comrades decided to keep a tally of the number of times George smacked into trees.

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By the 6th hit, George decided that he had enough and went to eat KFC with his friends. So at the end of the day, his tally went something like this.

APPLICATION REJECTED - 6

ASKED FOR A JOB RESUME - 4

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So now I'm in part II of Mission Impossible - writing a resume.


xx
betty.