Saturday, November 15, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
someone else's history
pain pills in the medicine chest
inscribed, her name
contempt jealously bubbles
i reach for antacid instead
take a place fill a void
to be the only--
but nothing is ever fair
walking alone midday
tumbleweeds of old photographs brush past
tear my stockings
smiling, reminding that I've always been second-hand
not fit for insurance
and maybe he has buyer's regret
it can't be worse than it was
pawning for a promise, a stronger stomach
to sort through piles off detritus
dusting, scrubbing, removing remnants
to make it my turn.
but her ghost follows, whispers
against my neck, " You're one of many..."
resisting-- collecting cobwebs
archiving the foul tastes, as not to forget.
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
Image by C R via FlickrThis economic mess our friends at Bear Stearns et al. got us into is really starting to piss me off. What a perfect time to decide to leave gainful employment in order to search for new jobs. NOT.
Unfortunately for myself, that is the exact situation I am in, and finding a job around these parts is proving to be more difficult than I could have ever imagined.
I've been applying to at least ten jobs a day, via craigslist and other websites, and have heard nothing back. The two interviews I went on were for temp agencies and I'm beginning to suspect that the reason they seem so eager for you to come in for an interview is so they can steal your references to use as clients. Bah.
My resume looks better than ever, though it still needs work. I feel imprisoned by these walls. I went out once today, to pick up dry cleaning. Cabin fever AGAIN??? I'll just have to fight through it, though, because I need a job. I really need a job, mostly because I hate being broke. It's so depressing to go out and not even be able to buy a cup of coffee. Thus, I stay inside and drink all the instant coffee I can stomach.
I just don't understand how all these mopes can get a job but I can't. I went to college and my resume proves that I can keep a job. Maybe I'm better in person? How good of an idea can you get of a person if you're just looking at what they have to say about themselves on a computer screen. I marked down the dates of job fairs, but none of those really happen until next year.
Hopefully, I'll have a job by then and I won't need to go. At this point, I would do almost any job, except waiting tables. I applied for the front desk position at a fancy hotel, a job I wouldn't normally consider, but desperate times call for, well, you know.