Some small part inside me dies whenever I’m faced with an open question on a job application form. The reasons are twofold…and, naturally, utterly contradictory:
1. It means I have to actually expend effort and brainpower in order to be within a chance of getting a gig which in all likelihood requires neither.
2. There’s not nearly enough space to write everything I want to.
I guess it’s my version of the Annie Hall joke about two old women sat in a restaurant:
“Boy, the food here is really terrible.”
“I know, and such small portions!”