"Crickets"

If I were a drinker

You know what I think?

I’d drink and I’d drink

Till I could no longer think

I’d drink till I fell 

Flat out on the floor

Then I’d pick myself up 

And start drinking some more.

     Each time I go on a job interview, I obtain a business card from each interviewer so that I may send the subsequent, requisite, thank you note.  I have now accumulated enough cards to play Canasta. 

     Part of the job search dilemma is that the lack of success slowly erodes a person's self confidence. I began feeling as if I need to know that I can at least land a job, any job. In my state of desperation, I applied to Dunkin Donuts. Crickets. That little ploy certainly backfired. Even Dunkin Donuts won't have me. They must know I drink Starbucks! Maybe I should put in an application there...

     I know who will be disappointed when I finally do land a job-the people at Dress Barn.  I have invested a small fortune in interview appropriate clothes.  I made a dash over there today to buy some black slacks and another jacket.  I now have the best dressed closet in town.  

     Come to think of it, Dress Barn is hiring...