I really thought this was the one,
Looked forward to the 30 mile run,
The interview I thought went great,
I even arrived early, don't like to be late...
Well, I am feeling especially right now down,
Yeah, they chose someone else,
I had all the right credentials,
Knew my way all around,
Even did the same type of job before,
Still they did show me the door...
I can't give up, but feel pretty bad,
I just wanna say the hell with this,
Why I ask myself, am I too old,
Too something, I must be,
I should have just died a couple years ago,
Then I wouldn't have to deal with this,
Nor would you all have to put up with me...
Keep hanging in and it will come along. Only 'putin up you' on a pedestal.
Ron
Regis
'PUT UP' ... AS IN 'CAN' ... OR 'PRESERVE' ...
ERGO ... WE 'PRESERVE' YEW ... AS EWE 'DESERVE' IT!
BE STALWART MY FIEND ... ER, AH, UM ... FRIEND !!! TK.
How often I find myself saying that, especially these sad, abysmal days for both man and beast. But we must keep on, keepin on.
Then I wouldn't have to deal with this,”
Your bluntness is a vacillator which hedges near a malignant tumor. Your back and forth synopsis troubles this simple man. When you hovered near death, hundreds upon hundreds rallied in prayer for you before God on your behalf.
You were spared for a reason…what that reason is I cannot say, but I know God, and HE has a reason for everything even if we do not understand. Do not sir question the meaning of this job decision, but rejoice that another day we shall see.
Lots of prayers and Love… Al
Now as for this poem, it is a gut-wrenching honest appraisal of a nerve-wracking situation. You have made us all a little more aware of the harrowing roller-coaster known as job-hunting. Now dust off your bravery, and get on back out there.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
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