Hi Ashley.
This is Karen, from Human Resources (Bender and Bender Associates).
First of all, just want to thank you for taking the time to come in today for the interview. I realise it must have been quite a long haul dragging your fat arse up the 5 flights of stairs to the top floor where my office is. I could see you were visibly shaken and I'm just glad that you recovered after we found somewhere for you to lie down for half an hour (It's not easy closing off an entire floor of office space, but we are nothing if not agile, unlike you) and got you a drink of water.
I thought the interview went rather well. As you probably gather, we do get rather a lot of applicants for the role of 'cup cake tester', but you handled yourself with aplomb (once you'd stopped shaking from that hyperglycemic drop due to not having eaten anything for at least 10 minutes). Our cupcakes cure a myriad of ills and we were all pleased to see they got Fat Ash's Fat Ass and Tastebud seal of approval. They way you chucked them down the back of your fat little neck like they were going out of fashion and going up in price, was also quite a sight to behold. It was our pleasure to give you a catering crate of them - gratis - just for taking the time to come in today. We realise how hard it must have been for you.
Yes, bad news travels fast, and we heard about the accident. That's always a problem when two exceptionally massive objects come within a certain distance of each other's gravitational field. The inverse square law of gravity can be a real bitch sometimes. How were you to know that the world's largest super-tanker was merely just a mile away? Could have happened to anyone. You shouldn't feel bad. We've been saying for years that that dry-dock is just an accident waiting to happen when ships in for repair are hidden so stealthily below the water-line. You weren't to know.
It was touch and go I heard when they had to 'de-weld' you off the side of its hull, but your pathetic little squeaks of 'H... e.. l.. p.. M... e.. ' did not go unheaded. That's the main thing! A couple of cream pies later and you were right as rain again, so I'm told!
Didn't that nigger, the mighty Chuck D write a song about you once? "Fear of a ham planet". Might have got that wrong. But if he didn't - he should have! You deserve to have songs written about you Ashley.
So it is with all that said that I have to now cut to the chase. There is good news and there is bad news Ashley.
I'll give you the good news first!
We were so impressed with all that you had overcome that day to make it in for the interview that we unanimously (even Mr. Bender Sr. himself) decided to give you the job. Starting Salary is $150k per annum (plus all the cupcakes you can scoff, of course).
The bad news?
Well, as you know we are legally obliged to do due dillegence on any new candidate that we hire and who will finally end up working in the hallowed halls of Bender and Bender Associates. That is my job in fact, Ashley. And I must say, it wasn't a pretty sight (like your fat arse).
Before we do any in depth analysis such as long-term background employment checks and reference matching, we just do a quick google search just to see what comes up. You'd be surprised what you can find out about somebody Ashley Jankowski, just by doing that very one small thing.
I skipped over the boyfriend buttsex thing because that is just too much even for my catholic tastes. Besides, what two degenerates do in the privacy of their own trailer is nobody else's business, right?
But I could not overlook your insane ramblings and dare I say it, somewhat stalkerish and obsessive behaviour, on a site I had never come across before: a certain Kiwi Farms, I believe it was.
Wow. Ashley. I think we both had a close escape with this one. I mean, who the fuck is 'Pman', and what the fuck did he ever do to you? To say that you come across as unhinged is understatement of the year, and I really need to wrap this up now, but Ashley, I'm sorry to have to tell you we are going to have to 'let you go' as I don' think it would serve anyone's interest for us here at Bender and Bender Associates to employ a raging, incoherent, and frankly, quite emotionally and mentally disturbed hambeast such as yourself as 'Chief Cupcake Tester'.
It just wouldn't work.
And it's for that reason and also with a heavy heart that I have to inform you that your applications has been rejected.
We here at Bender and Bender Associates wish you all the best for the future. If you get the requisite mental health help you are in such desperate need of (not to mention taking it a little easier on the saturated fats, perhaps?) then we would always be happy to reconsider a re-application, say, around post 2030, pending any relevant psychological reports and assessments.
You won't be hearing from us again.
Yours sincerely,
Karen Bender (Associate, Bender and Bender).