I have applied to charter schools and coffee shops, children's museums and publishing houses, over 55 in all since I started sending out my resume in March. Dr. Gauthier said at church yesterday that searching for a job causes the same amount of stress in your body as the death of a family member. I am starting to believe him.
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You feel adequate to the demands of this position?
What qualities to you feel you
Personally have to offer?
Ah
Let us consider your application form.
Your qualifications, though impressive, are
Not, we must admit, precisely what
We had in mind. Would you care
To defend your relevance?
Indeed
Now your age. Perhaps you feel able
To make your own comment about that,
Too? We are conscious ourselves
Of the need for a candidate with precisely
The right degree of immaturity.
So glad we agree
And now a delicate matter: your looks.
You do appreciate this work involves
Contact with the actual public? Might they,
Perhaps, find your appearance
Disturbing?
Quite so
And your accent. That is the way
You have always spoken, is it? What
Of your education? Were
You educated? We mean, of course,
Where were you educated?
And how
Much of a handicap is that to you,
Would you say?
Married, children,
We see. The usual dubious
Desire to perpetuate what had better
Not have happened at all. We do not
Ask what domestic disasters shimmer
Behind that vaguely unsuitable address.
And where you born -- ?
Yes. Pity.
So glad we agree.
- U. A. Fanthorpe
3 comments:
this poem is too close to home for me. too close.
goes to weep in the corner.
MY FAMILY HAS BEEN DYING FOR TWO MONTHS. traumatic.
That poem ... ouch. Ouch. Some things are better left in the subtext. Sorry to hear you're joining the unemployed club. It is not a very good club.
I'm crossing my fingers that the job market will be a little better when I get back in March. Wishful thinking, I know...
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