| General Poetry
posted January 30, 2022 |
Clearly My Office Skills...
The job interview I'd looked forward to,
all that week, from the start, had gone sour.
Forgotten, my resume, I'd left at home,
got there late, arrived at the wrong hour.
Put the best confident smile on my face,
wore my best outfit into the room.
The interviewer broke, right away, out in hives,
super sensitive to my perfume.
Did I know, he asked, what this job entailed?
When he started his questions he knew,
I didn't know much of the skills they required,
details that I would always eschew.
I thought perhaps I'd learn on the go,
an idea that has never worked out.
Tried it before and epically failed,
hope it works out this time, but I doubt.
"Are you proficient in Windows XP,
Java Script, data base management?"
I honestly couldn't do any of that,
but that fact, to him, I gave no hint.
"Of course!", I said, "I do all of that well!",
so, he said, "Let's see what you can do."
Some documents by a computer were stacked,
I was screwed at that moment, I knew.
Did what I could but my skills were lacking,
he took a quick look, and he knew,
that perhaps office work was not my forte,
he said, "Don't call us, we'll call you."
But I showed him, my names on the wall,
'Employee Of the Month' this past June.
Salting the fries at McDonalds,
working up to cash register soon!
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Job Interview Gone Wrong writing prompt entry
Writing Prompt
Write a funny poem about a job interview that has gone terribly wrong.
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