A Job Seeker’s Lament…a poem for a “friend” who is feeling anonymous :)

A Job Seeker’s Lament

I’ve crossed all my t’s and dotted my i’s,
embellished my truth with a few benign lies,
given you time when time was due
and all to get a nod or two from you.

Apply, wait, repeat…repeat and again.
Spin-cycled dizzy and churned with no end,
suited and polished to make that impression.
Dressed for THAT job…you know the expression.

Hours to days to weeks to depression.
Surely I fit your idealized description.
Show me your hoops and I’ll gladly jump through,
stand on my head, dance a jig, shine your shoe.

Encouraging words only make me feel sick
without them in writing they’re nothing but shtick
I’m hanging in though, but by a thin thread
so give me a reason to get out of bed.

Call me and soon, you’ve got all my numbers.
Time’s running out, my savings are plundered.
Give me that chance to amaze and impress
Let my foot in the door, and I’ll handle the rest.

kat ~ May 2015