Diaries of the Unemployed

Thinking about all the people I know looking for Jobs. =)

I don’t know

In school I’ve been distinguished to be an established writer,

Receiving complements here and there,

I’ve even been told by my teachers that I had the potential to be something,

From a student to a person I’ve managed to come through,

But none of this seems to matter

As I craft my life achievements and goals

On a letter sized piece of paper

I still manage to be applicant 5678

And I wonder... “Do you not like me?”

I mean I’ve gone through this process

Over and over again

Only to processed to another line up, another phone call, and an electronic message

barely a human connection

To put a face behind the author behind the craft

And I wonder... “Do you not like me?”

Because I feel like I’ve walked, scavenged, crawled, sprawled

Up the staircases and down some, to hand out a resume

Only to be passed around a table and tossed away,

At least if you told me to wait five minutes,

I could have saved you the trouble of recycling,

and me the trouble of re-printing a story that can’t be changed,

And I wonder... “Do you not like me?”

A honest individual,

Wanting to be independent,

Looking for a chance to step in—

Not to cash in, but learn another life lesson,

Because that’s how I was raised to be—

Not to count the cheques at the end of the day,

But to check in with the things I’ve interoperated from the day,

And grow as a person...

I guess in this new world of opportunity,

I will be one of those educated—to live under a very expensive bridge,

It makes a far more interesting story...

Like the “Pursuit of Happiness”