Running on empty
It's another bad week. But not as bad as when I started out looking for a job. The muse is still missing, so I will just write some nonsense about, well, looking for a job.
If you are ever looking for a job, don't (i repeat, don't) copy this. :)
me, restless and clueless
image by dsnake1
running on empty
dear sir
i know these are turbulent times
but i badly need to get a job.
i have been sitting on my butt for months
have dutifully typed out the letters
on my olivetti till the ribbons
were shot to hell,
sent them out but like chaff in the wind
there are no replies.
i peep at the letter box downstairs,
there's just a spider inside.
i look through the papers,
just the usual bad news,
the war in Vietnam winding up,
oil embargo, stuff that sucks.
sure there are a few offers
like that one smug asshole said
they make magnetic memories
would i kindly explain how they work.
cutting edge technology man.
i'm just looking for a job,
not a rocket scientist.
some days i get so bored
i go to the tyre shop downstairs,
chatting with the workers
changing truck rubbers
and looking at the posters
of the Bridgestone girls
plastered on the walls.
at least they smiled.
esteemed sir, will you give me a chance?
i am running on empty.
i know i have a lousy cert
that's the problem.
neither here nor there,
but if i'm not given a break
how do you know i'm useless?
so, is there a deal?
yours sincerely
frus trat ted
20.04.07
********
no sir, my application letters were very formal. i'm just bored and tired, so I wrote this piece of nonsense. But in the beginning, it was very tough.
sorry for the poor quality of the photo, it was an old and grainy piece. photoshop can only helped so much.
If you are ever looking for a job, don't (i repeat, don't) copy this. :)
me, restless and clueless
image by dsnake1
running on empty
circa early 70's
dear sir
i know these are turbulent times
but i badly need to get a job.
i have been sitting on my butt for months
have dutifully typed out the letters
on my olivetti till the ribbons
were shot to hell,
sent them out but like chaff in the wind
there are no replies.
i peep at the letter box downstairs,
there's just a spider inside.
i look through the papers,
just the usual bad news,
the war in Vietnam winding up,
oil embargo, stuff that sucks.
sure there are a few offers
like that one smug asshole said
they make magnetic memories
would i kindly explain how they work.
cutting edge technology man.
i'm just looking for a job,
not a rocket scientist.
some days i get so bored
i go to the tyre shop downstairs,
chatting with the workers
changing truck rubbers
and looking at the posters
of the Bridgestone girls
plastered on the walls.
at least they smiled.
esteemed sir, will you give me a chance?
i am running on empty.
i know i have a lousy cert
that's the problem.
neither here nor there,
but if i'm not given a break
how do you know i'm useless?
so, is there a deal?
yours sincerely
frus trat ted
20.04.07
********
no sir, my application letters were very formal. i'm just bored and tired, so I wrote this piece of nonsense. But in the beginning, it was very tough.
sorry for the poor quality of the photo, it was an old and grainy piece. photoshop can only helped so much.
Labels: employment, frustration, nonsense, Poetry, urban
posted by dsnake1 at 7:19 PM
13 Comments:
gave me a (slightly melancholy) smile
thank you
i used to enjoy interviews
sadly - those interviewing me did not always feel the same :)
Haha! :D
frustrating indeed. but you did a good job writing this. love it!
Unfortunately, I maybe doing that again after 12 years, and at 55. Could I use your resume??
I like it :)
(I like the photo, too)
polona,
good job, eh? :)
actually, i wanted to be a journalist, but ended up in something totally different, telecommunication.
pat,
this resume? :P
andrew,
thank you.
i can't see anything nice with the photo. :)
Would it do for a female? I can change the "posters
of the Bridgestone girls" bit.
gautami,
you also want this resume? :)
Actually the old grainy picture is befitting the frustration and feeling of lack of worth when one has no job.
The 3rd strophe is just so good. It really showed the guy's view on an unfriendly world with no cheer, that he can only be glad with a poster girl's smile.
The stuff in the last strophe is still how it feels like today to a lot in job searching, I bet.
superb stuff ...!
hi liz,
you like the photo too? it's a photo of me, i don't know what was on my mind at that time. :)
those were difficult times. the 3rd strophe is supposed to provide some cheer to the narrative, and i guess it works better than that :)
magiceye,
thank you!
i don't want to go through all those again. :)
a very poetical letter ..I must say and enjoyed reading it
hi nasra,
thank you!
i thought i would write this piece in the form of a letter. but you wouldn't get any job with this "letter". :)
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