Fun with SPAM

Hey all,

Are you tired of receiving emails from strange people overseas asking you to join their firm as an account executive or some bogus position like that? Well, why not spread the love and do some spamming yourselves?

Here is the mission, should you choose to accept. Borrow the text below, go to the resume section of Craigslist, and start sending it out to unsuspecting job seekers.

Now, I'm no fan of Spam. But consider this friendly, funny Spam. It's uplifting Spam. Or Spam for a happy day. If you love your friends, you'll spam them too. I did. I may spam this some more soon.

Or, why not Spam the Spammers? That's an even better idea. The next time you find yourself Spammed, take this text below, and Spam them right back. There's nothing like revenge to put a spring in your step after all.

So, get to work, my cyber terrorists, and start spamming.

"Dear Sir/Ma’am

My name is Rapunzel Charming. I saw your resume on craigslist and wanted to offer you a very important job. You see, I’m located in the Northern Germany. To be more precise, I’ve been locked away in a tower by my wicked step-mother. I’ve not access to anything except a very slow internet land line. She didn’t even leave me a pair of scissors, so I can’t cut my hair. It’s bad enough being locked up in a tower, but to be forced to wear my hair like a hippy? It’s like living in the dark ages.

But enough about my domestic troubles…

I have a $$$$$$$$$$ making job offer for you. Several years ago Prince Charming and I started a white slavery ring involving several dwarves. There is an abundance of dwarves where we come from, mostly due to malnutrition and poor health care, which itself stems from corruption in the World Bank. This, however, is beside the point. What is important is that our dwarf slave trade turned out to be a winning business model. We sold dwarves to circuses, carnivals, and science labs throughout the world. The money is literally rolling in as you read this email.

Unfortunately, I’m unable to perform the accounts receivable work like I once did, on account of being locked up in a tower with a slow modem and all. Therefore, I’d like to offer you a once in a lifetime opportunity to join Dwarf Trade Enterprises as an accounts receivable specialist. It’s such a simple job even an ogre could do it. Funds are deposited into your bank account; you take a 10% cut, and send the rest to us.

There is one catch. If you try to take any more than 10%....say you have an interest only loan that’s kicking in so you take maybe 11% instead…I’ll have you turned into a toad.

Other than that, there are a number of perks to this position. You get to work for yourself, make lots of money, and get a free dwarf as a token of our appreciation.

Just send me:

Your name:

And any information regarding the following.

Bank Account:

Life insurance policy:

Swiss Bank Account:

Any other Off-Shore Tax Shelters:

IRA Account
Roth IRA Account

401(k) Account

403(b) Account
And any other important account you may have.

Thank you for your interest, and please respond soon as Prince Charming and I would like to fill this vacancy by the end of the week.

Sincerely
Rapunzel Charming
Dwarf Trade Enterprises"

Naughty Cover Letters

I’ve been on the job hunt over six months now. Roughly speaking, that’s 180 days or 4230 hours I’ve spent trolling Craigslist, attending networking meetings, consulting career counselors, scheduling informational interviews, emailing resumes, snail mailing resumes, hand delivering resumes, and, more often than not, pounding my head against the desk just to fill the excruciating silence of the unresponsive hiring managers—all this pain and misery for two measly interviews.

Is it any wonder I’ve lost my mind? Yes, the other day, I threw up my hands in exasperation. I decided that if they weren’t listening, why I could say anything I damn well pleased on my cover letter.

So to Craigslist I raced. The first job I found was a marketing communications specialist. Why not, I thought to myself. I’m at least as good a communicator as George W. Bush. So I wrote:

“Hello, Do you want some boring, dull, ordinary guy hocking your wares for a buck? Or do you want a professional willing to go balls out to make your product shine? If you want the later, I think we may be able to work something out. You want good public speaking that highlights the benefits of your product and drives people to whip out their credit cards and get into fist fights for your stuff? I'm the man. I can mesmerize and incite riots. Do you want a writer who can hook the reader and leave them salivating all over themselves for your merchandise? Yes, I'm him too Do you want an internet marketer who understands search engine optimization so well Google has targeted him for assassination? I'm dodging the bullet as I (ouch) write. Do you want to hire someone who get the job done and gets it done right no matter how many ninjas bar his path? I just killed a ninja. Do you want the Indiana Jones, Luke Skywalker, or Spider-Man of marketing communications specialists? Call me. We can talk over martinis and discuss how we'll take over the world.”

Forget this broke every cover letter rule in the book. I know of a guy who got hired at a major advertising company after submitting his cover letter on a bar napkin. So, I waited and waited and…waited. I could only surmise that they didn’t find my cover letter as clever as I did. So, undaunted, I tried again. I found another marketing communications job that I really felt qualified for as well. This time I decided to show off my rapping skills because every marketing guy needs to know how to rap, right?

“My name is Dan T.
And I'm a marketing G.
You want to sell your P.
Then look no further than me.

The menu is fine
With SEO online
And more Web hits
(Point of sakes, that is)
Than any other mother can deliver

You want communications?
You want to get the word -
OUT!
About the benefits
Of your Gizmo
Gadget
Or Polyester
Magnet?

You want sexy
sumptuous
scintillating
sentences
that will say:
My company is....
Better than a cold beer
On a sweltering sunny day?

Then I'm your man.
Give me a shout out.
This ain't just no R&B
or RC
or even D&D

You know me.
This is all B.S.
(That’s business sales, that is)
So shoot me a line.
We can talk.
If you’re so inclined
to make some sales
and improve your pay scale.
Peace out brother”

Once again, I received no response. Frustrated, I decided maybe marketing communications wasn’t the best career option for me. But what else could an able bodied man like me do for a living? Ah, why hadn’t I considered it before? The sex industry, of course.

“Hi, I'm writing in regards to your male nude models position advertised on craigslist. I think I'm a pretty sexy guy whose dong is quite a bit longer and more fleshy than the young man on your Web site. Actually, to be honest, my dong is so long and full I split my wife in two. It's a dangerous wong I have. It may be too much for the camera. Also, I should warn you of some minor physical disfigurements I have. Please remember, under ADA law, you can't discriminate because of physical disability. But...I've got two penisis. I guess you could call them peni. What is really strange is that one is white and the other black. If I had a third yellow one, I could be a multi-cultural porn star. Please don't tell me this disqualifies me. I'd have to sue you.”

Finally, I hit gold. What porn director could refuse a cover letter like that, especially with the threat of a law suit…unless of course there was no porn director posting this ad, but rather just a bunch of bozos working the night shift, posting misleading ads in the adult section of Craigslist to pass the time rather than doing their work. Ironic, how I’m the one unemployed, huh?