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Monsters never scared me. I wanted to meet one and ask them some questions. I thought it would be awesome to grow up to be a monster, but its a really tough career field to break into. Where are the entry level jobs? What about training? What are the benefits like? But who is there to help the young monster wannabes of tomorrow find this information? It did occur to me that today's successful monster would probably rather eat you than be a mentor, since you'd be potential competition (and the benefits probably aren't that great anyway, so of course they're kinda hungry) but I was undeterred. Instead of nasty garlic and unfriendly silver bullets, under my bed were neatly typed resumes on high-quality paper (updated on a regular basis), and various letters of recommendation. Sadly, I never got any offers, not even for an internship. Eventually I grew up, settled for the next best thing, and went to law school.

Destructo

...also I understand that they are highly unionized. Like SAG. And it's hard to get in. You need to have worked as a monster to be admitted to the union but you can't get a job unless you're in the union. A Catch-22 (or..as monsters call it a Carve-22...I don't really know why). I understand your desire to be a monster (doesn't everyone want to do that?). It looks so glamourous and the life is very exciting. I always love it when people with pitchforks and torches run after me. Heck...that happened last Tuesday. It was a hoot! I actually interned with a vampire during the summer before my junior year in high school and it's not all it's cracked up to be. First of all, I had to stay up all day cleaning the mausoleum and then I worked all night catching rodents and making sure his cape/cloak was straight. Also, vampires are pretty needy because they can't use mirrors. I had to constantly tell him how good he looked (I didn't really think his complexion looked too good but I didn't want to lose my internship). He liked to call me "Renfield," which I didn't really enjoy either. I knew Renfield. Renfield ate flies. I may occasionally and inadvertently eat a gnat but I'm NO RENFIELD. (Sort of a touchy subject.) At the end, I didn't think that my boss was enough of a bloodsucker so I decided to become a lawyer. heh heh heh (please add echo sounds).

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