Whiskey Tango Foxtrot!

I hate the fucking Blue Man Group. Hate them. With a passion.

So, when I was bored at work, looking at job ads THIS jumped out at me.
The Blue Man Group is looking for a WARDROBE SUPERVISOR.

HOW would this work? Perhaps as follows:

Job Description:

Help three idioctic and pretentious men lather themselves with blue paint. Oh, and make sure they have clean black turtlenecks.

JOB REQUIREMENTS

-Must not be allergic to blue paint
-Must be able to launder clothes quickly and to high specifications
-Must be able to suffer through many 'body rhythm' sessions and people blowing out tunes on old milk bottles and repurposed industrial plastic pipes, while looking solemnly google-eyed at the audience
-Must give up any dignity you ever possessed, because if you were to get this job, you would be a slave to the Blue Man Group, and the only friends you would have would be the idiots that think they are actually fucking 'amazing'.