"We'll be in touch." Each job interviewee is dismissed with this nerve-wracking cliffhanger. On the line, a highly-coveted dream job sought by the qualified and overqualified alike. One out of several job seekers - just put through his catechisms - exits the "Interview In Progress" door, as another walks in. It's a feeding frenzy. Competition for the great gig is fierce, but Lady Luck will smile on only one. His mind and heart, racing. Do his employment chances glow like the sun? Or will he be blown the kiss of death? Oh, to be a fly on the wall during decision time! Until then, a dream job hangs on a slender thread. The prolonged suspense is agonizing as they all wait for the moment of truth .
a prolonged suspense
lady luck smiles on just one ~
job of a lifetime
Thank you, Wind, for sitting with me -
A most uncommon interviewee.
Glad to help, won't you take good notes,
So that you may avoid misquotes?
Sure, I think that would be a crime.
Tell our readers how you spend time.
I love to travel everywhere,
So many places I move the air.
I have pushed ships across the sea
To new lands of opportunity.
I caress folks' faces and skin.
So they feel good outside and in.
I convey smells of fresh baked bread,
Jasmine flowers and roses, red,
The happy shouts of kids at play,
And singing birds to start the day.
Do you ever find that you get bored?
Are there more pastimes you've explored?
I make ladies' hair come undone.
I swiftly rustle skirts for fun.
I blow a hat off of a head.
I'll make a field goal miss instead.
Sometimes, when I get furious,
I'm a cyclone, injurious.
Thanks Wind, I've enjoyed our meeting.
This will be engaging reading.
And so, the interview ended.
Notes on which the piece depended,
Placed on the cafe table, unbound,
Were blown here, there, and all around,
As the interviewer was taught,
The Wind's a guy who can't be caught.
Flowing in fully covered with ice; voiced strength of a banshee
But just a young adult in this new millennium, all of 2023
The previous century saw me come of age; this one will see the death of me
Across the face of the night; the new hire barely 24, your replacement interviewee
Will you fulfill resolutions, changing lives trajectory?
Or just a wasteland, as your beginnings snow-less winter be
A question like a ramrod
Could an interviewee hit like rod:
For The Recklessly Unprepared
And the sure disaster prepaid…
As question waits for the rare gem,
Heard slight noises a big problem,
The smashed fist on his face Emblem,
At long last, Gem turning a Clem
“God, why didn’t I a lot read?
On me interviewers’ eyes feed!”
“I know there is Morocco
But funny it sounds: Sirocco!”
Only able to keep his smiles
But soon they read into it wiles.
Just for eyes no longer focused
A mind wrestling With The Discussed…
“Thank you, Young Man; you’ll hear from us
And make sure you try The Best Bus.
I was trying to look adult but I was running late.
I was not in a business casual outfit or even a business outfit.
My husband had set up this appointment but forgot to tell me.
Be professional, he had cautioned me two seconds ago.
I was not happy because the interviewee was already ringing the doorbell.
The kids were in the basement screaming their heads off.
This was someone who wanted to be his secretary.
Yet I was interviewing her?
What?
I opened the door and led her inside.
She seemed sweet.
During the interview I leaned way back in his chair.
Too far back.
BAM! My feet were in the air.
Yes, of course I had on a dress.
My head was on the ground.
I crawled around and finished the interview.
Then I hired her.
She typed twelve words a minute on a good day.
I type eighty-eight words a minute on a bad day.
But I never wanted her to tell what happened.
We laughed like loons about it after we got to know each other.
And of course, I continued to do all the typing for she could not.
Bonus, we ended up with a sick cat because her mother said
she could not keep it, and I am allergic to cats.
What if I interchange
my place with you tactfully
and be the interviewer ma'am,
you the nervous interviewee?
My jumbled head with statistics
from economics to weight of moon
and from Osama to Obama,
will be a blank space soon.
I will measure you inch by inch
taking a careful look at you,
suddenly without an apparent cause
let out a huge naughty guffaw.
This will make you nervous more
sweat beads appear all over face,
casually I will enjoy this,and
let my mind to start caress.
Very much enjoy change of roles
with the peoples surrounding me,
frequently I am the Boss of all
anytime can be 'he' or 'she'.
What if I want to judge this time
to get the first time judgement taste,
will you sponsor write a poem
and enter in your own contest?
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