Another dumb job post

Rock Star Communications Manager Needed

Yes, because being a communications manager is *just* like being Gwen Stefani. I totally wear belly shirts and hot pants while I make PowerPoints and write memos. I have four Asian back-up dancers who follow me everywhere and strike poses while I¬†use¬†Sharepoint. My fans cheer and wave lighters when I complete a communication plan and strategy. I yell, “Hello, Conference Room 51, I love you!” while I’m setting up an LCD projector. I ask for BLUE tiny binder clips only and throw a hissy fit if I see a black SMALL binder clip in the mix. I’m fighting my addiction to White Out and aerosol keyboard cleaner.

I am so there with my platforms and Kermit the Frog dress.

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