Dear Levis Strauss & Co.,

I am writing to apply for a retail position, as advertised on your website. I have managerial experience, and I recognize that I am overqualified for sales, but I want something simple. I want to find sizes for cranky customers. I want to come back late from my lunch break, and I don’t want to bring my work home with me. I have my own life. Like tonight.

Tonight at dinner my mother showed me three photographs from when Adrian and I were young. In the first, the three of us are sitting in the cage of a fair ride called “The Spider”. My mother has huge punk rock hair. Adrian and I are wearing ugly sweaters and grinning because we won. We fought and fought to be allowed on the ride and finally my mother relented.

In the second picture, the ride is in motion and my mother is holding onto the bar, smiling while our little faces are twisted with confusion and horror. Our grins are gone. This was not what we expected. We made a mistake.

In the final picture, Adrian and I are not visible at all, hiding in her lap, crying. In the picture, my mother is laughing, hard.

Anyways, as long as I come to work and do my job, what do you care?

Joey Comeau

-excerpt from Overqualified by Joey Comeau



  1. Jenn on Monday 27, 2009

    Dude, please scan and post that photo!