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Today Sucks.
After months of applying and hearing nothing back, today I received this: Dear Shop Girl, Thank you for your resume and covering letter in which you expressed interest in supply teaching opportunities with the Pretty City School Board. We review our supply needs on an ongoing basis and arrange interviews as required. Due to the large number of applications we receive, we cannot guarantee if – or when – we will be able to offer an interview to you. It is unlikely that we will be in a position to add to our supply list in the near future. However, we will retain your resume on file for a period…
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