Damn Ayn Raynd.
I hate jobs day in the Yorkshire Post. The parents buy it and guilt-trip me for an hour while we look through all the jobs I shouldn't bother applying for.
"Why don't you try for this one?"
"It requires two years of experience."
"If you don't apply, you don't get experience."
"If you don't read the advert, you don't fucking deserve a rejection letter."