Dear Old Navy:

I've applied for a communications consultant position with your company in the past, and, well, you didn't seem to think I was fit for even an interview, which means I have never and probably will never, work for your company. Sure, when I applied for the job, I probably wasn't very qualified, yet you didn't seem to view my lack of experience as a "molding" opportunity. Nope. Not at all.

Instead you ignored my resume, my plea for a chance, never once thinking that you could work me like a dog and suck me dry because all I wanted to was to prove myself as a good writer and editor with fantastic, creative ideas.

And that's okay! Really! Because I have a job doing all these things and more, and I hardly get worked like dog nor am I sucked dry.

I had to assume you've hired much more qualified people since my last attempt at employment with your company. And it's been years since I applied, so I'm sure talented people have come and gone. But you seem to know what you're doing, you know, since your company hasn't completely failed and all. Be it due to your store design, clothing, web design, fantastic deals, or excellent copy writing in your ads, your company is still going strong.

And then today I received an e-mail from your company telling me all about the doorbuster deals for the day after Thanksgiving. I don't plan on going to your store tomorrow, but I felt compelled to at least look. I am a sucker for good deals. I do admit it.

This is what I was presented with on your web site:



Needless to say, I'm disappointed in your company and the people you've hired to write copy as well as the people you've hired to edit the copy. Maybe you should have gone with me all those years ago. Because, while I'm not the greatest at spelling, I do know when tomorrow is misspelled.

Shame on you, Old Navy. Shame on you.