please sir, can i have more

The future isn't exactly looking bright, and I don't mean the deluge of gray clouds with been having the past few days.
Dropped by the European Union fair yesterday on the lure of major European companies setting up booths to plug themseleves and of course grab us poor, sorry bastards to go do free labour for them. A process we call 'internship'. Anyway, generic exploitation aside, the fair was pretty great. Booths from Abn-Amro, BNP Paribas, Commerzbank and even Thales ,this French defense technology company. If the name sounds familiar, they supply some of our radios in the SAF. Better not mention which ones. You're not the only one who knows where I live Gabe.
So I set about inquiring about job opportunities and internships, and somehow only happened to mention that I was from Arts at the Paribas booth, whereupon the lady I was talking to immediately gave me disdainful look and started getting supremely impatient, though the smile remained plastered on her face like it'd been surgically grafted there. All of a sudden her vocabulary seemed to be limited to 'No', 'Doubt it', 'Call them yourself'. When I grabbed a mint before leaving, she gave me the look a king would when he's caught a courtesan peeing behind the throne.
Frikkin 21st century and Arts students and graduates in Singapore are still looked upon with contempt. I guess I should've expected it after realising I was the only Arts student who put his name down on the Commerzbank intern list.