I have become aware of an opening as the Executive Director within your firm. Allow me to express my interest in this, or any other, position.
If you’re not a liberal by 20 you have no heart, if you’re not a conservative by 24 you must’ve landed a job dispute having a liberal arts degree. Since graduating from college, and after three unpaid internships and two chained-to-a-desk office jobs, I believe I have been in the real world long enough to understand the trajectory of our culture. I can honestly say that the world is toxic and destructive and I want my slice of the pie, dammit!
To put in the simplest terms, I want to be rich. This is where you come in. You guys make a lot of money and I would like to make a lot of money thus I should be the new Executive Director. Don’t worry, any sort of humanitarian values, liberal ideals, or good old fashion conscience have been dropped and replaced with a cold desire to be filthy, stinkin’ rich! You ask for it, I do it, I get money, everything is gravy!

See those vultures eating that juicy and delicious carcass up there? That vulture flying away is me! Going off to get more fresh dead carcasses for Goldman Sachs. All I ask in return is for some of that succulent meat of newly-homeless elderly and foreclosed-upon families.
I know I have some strikes against me. I don’t know anything about financial institutions, I went to a state school and I’m not qualified. But hear me out. I can be an absolute psychopath if the price is right! I’m talking crazy shit! I’ll do shit so cray you would swear to your own mother I’d have to either be a CEO or a megalomaniacal, Middle-Eastern dictator.
I can execute the “three ways to become a leader” as listed in the op-ed “Why I Am Leaving Goldman-Sachs”: 1.) Execute on the firm’s “axes” (sure, sounds easy enough!) 2. Hunt elephants (Fuck yeah! Hunting elephants just like rich guys! What Would Romney Do, amirite?!) and 3. Whatever number 3 was. Goldman Guys, I don’t have a lot of talent, skill or time but I’ve got what counts- an American citizenship and a dream! Together, I believe, that spells “the American Dream” (not to be confused with the 1950’s comic book superhero.)
I have it in me to be a terrible person for money, I just know it! All I need is one chance, like in that hit show “Smash” or it’s predecessor “Burlesque”. I can’t tell you how many times I watched “Silence of the lambs” and thought, outside of the swastika bed-sheets, I could totally do that! I don’t even know if you guys do any Buffalo Bill type shit, but if you do - I can do it, with you, for money, is all I’m saying.
With your genius foresight and ability to foster the next generation of filthy rich, straight, white-men, perhaps I can wake up tomorrow and proudly say, “Today is my first day at Goldman Sachs”. Then that Friday I’ll look at my bank account and it will all be worth it. Every crying child and every evicted occupier will all be worth it when I see those 5 (or more!) digits on the ATM screen.
I’m serious. If you need someone to shred papers or drive the car to get rid of some bodies, I’m your man. I’ve seen a lot of movies so I’m fairly familiar and severely desensitized. You call me, we negotiate an offer (I’ll take most amounts!) then we do business together. Also, I’d prefer to be paid in gold bricks.
Joel Straley is resigning today as an Office Administrator to join Goldman Sachs. He can easily identify Europe, the Middle East and Africa on a map if needed.