Day 51: I Can’t Get A Job
This form is called a List Poem and it uses, you guessed it, lists! It’s supposedly a pretty easy going form. The poem I wrote is… well, it is what it is at this point.
My Advisor Said I have Transferable Skills
He said I can talk to people good. He said I can manage some money maybe. He said I have “customer” “service” “experience.” He told me I am funny. … I told myself I am funny he didn’t say anything like that. … He said I have a bad resume. He said I have a bad personality. He didn’t say I have a bad personality. He didn’t laugh at my jokes which means he thinks I have a bad personality. He thinks I farted in his office. I did not fart in his office I don’t think. He said I could get a job in the coal mines. He thought I had no good transferable skills.