Look, I could babble on about how I’m a hard worker, and how I’m great in a team setting, and how I graduated from so and so college with so and so degree, but I’m sure you’ve heard it all before. I’m going to tell you what separates me from all of these other candidates… Balls. Big, huge, balls. Unlike the rest of the sheep that you are considering for this position, if I don’t agree with something, I’m going to tell you about it. Now I’m not going to make a scene in front of the whole office. I’m going to internalize my feelings, then send them to you in a hastily written, horribly misspelled drunken text message at five o’clock Saturday morning. Isn’t that really what you’re looking for in your new proofreader, when you think about it?