Job Coach Lament
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I wore my jeans to interview
’cause that’s what they all wear
My job coach told me not to
but I really didn’t care
.
I waited in the Lobby
what seemed a very long time
no one offered eye contact
a wall I sought to climb
.
I thought I was invisible
worst fears of the night
no one took me seriously
could it be the coach was right?
.
Next time there was an interview
I definitely suited up
The receptionist’s eyes told me
my apparel said, “not pup.”
.
The next advice I passed on
with an even worse result
I gave too much information
from childhood to adult
.
I saw the eyes glaze over
no way that she could listen
I kept on giving bio
though I knew I’d blown my mission
.
They asked me about money
and I evaded an actual answer
she glared at me with venom
as if I’d promised her cancer
.
Coach told me to give a number
and not negotiate sans offer
but I argued most effectively
imagining an empty coffer
.
The interview ended quickly
and I was not called back
I guess I didn’t listen
my future looked quite black
.
Why did I pay her money
and then not take her heed
if I knew how to do a job search
I’d have a damned job already.
Original Poem by Rita Ashley, Job Search Coach
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