Hi, I’m Takeshi Sato. I have recently witnessed your ad on the Newspaper, The Times. After doing immense research, I have decided that I wanted to work at your company no matter what. I found that the mission statement of the company, ‘To grow and learn with the citizens’, greatly resonated with me. As such, I wrote this email speedily in hopes of entering your great organisation. Regardless of the result, I shall remain an avid fan of your Magazine and will support it for the rest of my life.
I graduated from Harvard University, with a Masters in Accounting, Engineering and Psychology. I am aware that they may not be closely interlinked with your industry, but I promise that I am a committed individual, and am willing to work hard to learn. My biggest hobby is sitting down on a reading chair, reading various types of literature.
I would appreciate the chance of an interview, and eagerly anticipate your reply.
In appreciation,
Takeshi Sato
“Ah, that’s a fantastic cover letter, I’m practically gushing with enthusiasm here.”
Do I really want to become an minor employee of a Magazine despite holding multiple Masters? You may think I’m stupid, but that’s simply not the case.
It’s really a long story…
It all began last night, when I was celebrating with my University friends for graduating.
It was a small gathering of 5 young adults, including me. We had a merry time too, laughing away while drinking beer and feasting on grilled beef. We went to an All-you-can-eat, so we had no qualms gorging ourselves.
I had been with these guys for the last 6 years of my life, we studied the same Masters too. You could say we were best friends with thick bonds too. Ah, even though I say guys, 2 of them were girls, just clarifying this.
Anyway, back to my story, great meat, great alcohol, great crowd. We were having the time of our lives, when IT happened…
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Suddenly, one of my male friends seated right beside me, grabbed the girl sitted next to him, declaring, “I love you, XXX! Please go out with me with the intentions of marriage!!!.”
He said it in a drunken stupor too, which was amazing, since normally he’s such a demure guy. The girl he was confessing to was relatively stoic, and didn’t like to speak much, hence I thought, “Ah, he’s probably going to get rejected, how to console him…” as I nodded to myself silently.
“I-I like you too…”, She said, blushing. I had never seen her this embarassed, that cold girl that threw a duster at my face when I first met her, that used a broom to strike a pervert between his legs, that fearsome girl…
I was still in shock, when my friend hugged her instantly, crying in tears of joy.
Then something more amazing happened, the other female buddy next to me casually said, “That’s great! Now we’re not the only couple here <3”, linking on the arm of the friend (Sorry, boyfriend…) seated next to her.
The boyfriend simply smiled wryly.
My shocked face did a double take.
My eyes bulged…
“H-How could this… Y-You guys…”, I said, pointing at the couple who declared themselves so casually.
“We didn’t say anything to the rest of you since we were all doing our final exams, but now we can finally say it!”, the girls explains herself slightly, seemingly proud of herself.
“Wait… so I’m suddenly the only single friend here?” I think to myself in despair.
As I battle off the aura of happiness oozing out of them, I manage to escape their merriment eventually, “Sorry guys, I-I left my fridge open!”
I say as I run out.
As I dash out onto the lonely night street, only lit by the occasional streetlamp, I think to myself, what have I been doing my whole life? I’ve been constantly studying and studying, never showing interest in any romance, even when the one time in my life a junior confessed to me, I rejected her in favour of studying more.
“Ahh, what is wrong with me…”, I say to myself.
Then, all of a sudden, a huge gust of wind blows.
*Whoosh!*
I feel a huge impact hit me in the face.
A strike on a street, what do you think it is? Of course it’s Truck-kun.... Just kidding!
It’s just a magazine.
That’s right, it’s exactly this Glamour Magazine that I am applying for now.
I picked up the magazine in curiosity at that point, only to see the head article, “Famous Idol Matsuda gets married! How would her fans take this?!”
I was hooked, immediately turning to read the article which just focused on slandering the then popular actress, practically cursing her out for getting married with hardly any justifiable reason.
I knew, at that point.
I knew that I wanted to become an Editor.
One that would relentlessly chase those happy couples and mock them.
I knew I wanted to make fun of all those people happier than me!!!
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”