Or
A Job Seeker’s Lament
Oh, happy is the interview day,
when spirits are raised, doubts pushed away.
With sweatpants forgone, clothes freshly ironed–
What could be better than getting hired?
A splash of coffee, a dose of caffeine,
resume in hand, suit jacket pristine.
Sit in the lobby. Await your turn–
Next to the water cooler, receptionist, and old office fern.
Creak of the door–
it’s time to go:
Don’t mess this up,
just say “hello.”
Sit in the chair.
Smooth out your hair.
Flash a smile.
Say a quick prayer.
Ah--
Ha ha ha…
No nervous laughter!
You are serious.
Professional.
Not an unemployed disaster!
“Yes, I’m smart.
I work hard too.
I type 60 words per minute,
and I’m an Excel guru.”
Shake the hand.
Fingers crossed.
It couldn’t have been a total loss.
Out the door and to the car.
Back in the sweatpants–
Of course you’ll go far!
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