Chargement...

the job hunt

I’ve never quite come across anything as completely
and utterly
soul sucking
than looking for a job.
especially one you don't even want.
'When I grow up
I want to be a misc-admin person.'
said no one ever.
 
selling yourself with the
buttons of the keyboard.
entering countless of dead, meaningless information.
history. The bakery. the waitressing.
the checkout.
bits and pieces you did to get by.
jobs you weren’t necessarily proud of.
infact, i’d rather forget.
 
then there’s the resume.
have to update that.
oh and it never looks quite right
for all these different roles!
i suppose i will need to make seven different versions,
with seven different personalities
to impress these seven different employers.
 
referees....
now. can i use the same one
i have been using for six years?
no; i should probably ask somebody new
more recent.
maybe. yes.
need to get in touch with them.
 
my phone rings.
i have an interview!
maybe this is a new start!
but i've forgotten which personality i had,
the day i applied for this.
infact i don’t remember this job at all!
 
Still, I made an effort.
I got dolled up.
pencil skirt, heels, Lacey blouse. lipstick.
and when they were talking
i did my best to answer
In the 'correct way'
i even felt good about myself for a while.
 
the telephone message
on my phone
the job went to somebody else.
 
i am surprisingly relieved.
i wont have to work for these people.
but then i realize.
tomorrow i will be doing the same thing
the same soul sucking thing.
the hunt continues for something that i don’t wan’t,
but need.

Préféré par...
Autres oeuvres par Sarah Jane Danielsson...



Top