Haiku For A Job Interview
—-> Updated to add, excerpts from the email I sent to the lovely and talented Hans after she asked if the silly Haikus were signifying a successful job interviewing endeavor this afternoon:
Hey you. Thanks! for checking in. About the jobs: I really don’t know yet. Apparently, I was just in the mood to write silly, ridiculous-sounding Haikus. Apparently I was also in the mood to spell fluorescent incorrectly. It’s actually more ironic if I leave it misspelled, but I’m more in the mood to be silly and tired, and less in the mood to be silly and ironic.
The interviews went SO well. Like, ridiculously well. And now watch, just because I said that I won’t get either of the jobs, and I’ll have to pack my hobo bag and come sleep on your couch.
The last interview (second of the day) took two! hours. Not so much because we were chatting as because I had to take something like seven (hundred) admin/computer tests. But it was honestly pretty fun at the end, getting to hear my scores, and watching in amazement at the fact that I passed, after having resigned myself to certifiably bombing at least two of the seven (hundred) sections (Word and Excel, specifically; It was quite humbling, actually. Not to mention a trifle annoying.), but apparently, I did better than the national average, which, hey, I’m not complaining. I’m not really taking credit either. But, I AM feeling much better than I did last time we talked. Nothing like discovering there are (at least five) people less adept than you at answering questions, most of which I SWEAR made NO LOGICAL sense at all, and HAD to have been written by people on crack (which makes sense why I did OK then, see?) to make a girl feel better. By golly, I may be dumb, but I am not! the dumbest. Heh.
Here’s hoping I won’t have to go live in a van, down by the river.
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I can play roles, yes.
Eye-contact and confidence,
chromatic lady.
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Winking and gestures
peddle cover letters?
Stop looking at me like that.
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Mumbling to yourself
right then you were Milton. Please,
keep your action words.
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Fluorescent lights claim
I’m too apt for these questions.
Of course I accept.
does this mean you got the job?
van down by the river.
oh, how I miss that silly fella. even though I never knew him to miss him. it sounds like I think I knew him. I didn’t, other than by proxy, but now I’m just prattling on.
anyway. I hope you get the job (s?) and don’t have to settle for the van. nothing against vans. just, I don’t think it’d be particularly pleasant. there I go again with the prattle. um. good luck?
I wish you job hunting success - - anything better than what I’ve endured the last 7 months of my search can be deemed a success… you’re already there! with job interviews! You go, grrl!