I've been in an absurdly good mood lately. I think I've logged more
silly-grin-plastered-to-my-face hours in the last week than I have the
rest of the year. "It's all good" has become my internal hackneyed
catchphrase. No specific reason, really, except for maybe the possibility
of... wait, hold on, here comes an email...
[...] forwarded your resume to me as I am his staffing manager.
We have reviewed it against our current opportunities. At this time, we do
not have any appropriate position for you. We will keep your resume in our
career database for future requirements.
We wish you the best in your continued job search.
Hm. I don't feel so good anymore.