On the Rox
Me and my dirty, tough female besties were hell—and tacos on wheels. Who knew that my homemade Shizzle Sauce would be the key ingredient to my happily ever after? Destiny had a wicked sense of humor—that was for sure. After surviving a toxic relationship, I vowed to never let myself be controlled by a man again. With the help of my girl gang, I was rebuilding my life—one taco at a time. My trusty snack wagon—The Pink Taco Truck—hadn’t steered me wrong yet.
To Whom it May Concern
To Whom it May Concern, I would like to request more information about the assistant job I saw advertised in Sunday’s newspaper with the six figure starting salary. I have a bachelors degree in English and many years of work experience and think I would be a good fit for the job. My questions are as follows: 1. What is the exact nature of the job? 2. Is it a strict requirement that I live with the boss? If so, can I have friends and others over? 3. The ad states there is a uniform. May I ask what sort of uniform? And why? Also, in lieu of sending a photograph, I’ve sent a picture of my very friendly dog that would also be joining me if I were to get the job.