Nov 20, 2011

its a job getting a job



its a job getting a job
the travel
out pouring of yourself to strangers
stupid questions
and daft trails
inhospitaltie of the places you travel 100`s of miles to be interviewed



the fact someone expects you to know everything about them
their organisation
fact that its not like they say on the website
don`t have work in other towns
That works not taken off yet
coldness towards the interviewee
the failure to phone back
the cowardliness of sending an e-mail days later

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Sometimes we pray as a song and it catches myself.

This lyrically is like a Jamaican slight Reggae feel.. Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowéd be Thy name. Thy kingdom come, Thy will be do...

MAYBE WE WON`T MEET AGAIN

. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"