Dear Potential Employer, Boss Man or Lady, Middle-Management Arbiter of Fate (a poem)

Ah, job hunting…

Work is not an ‘extreme sport’
or a spotlit microphone
on a stage flanked by Marshall stacks

There are no superstars here

Work is not a place to be passionate
about things undeserving of passion—
in some quarters, that’s called ‘stalking’

‘Do you enjoy what you do?’

‘Work hard, play hard’ is bullshit
If you have to work hard at playing
you’re not playing—you’re working

What do you do for fun?

I’m curious: you’re looking for one thing
and paying accordingly—
but your job description has five or six (or seven-eight-nine)

What do you want from life?

You can’t always get what you want
but I am good at what I do
I can help

What are you willing to do?

At the end of the day
you go home
there will always be more to do tomorrow

See you then?

(27 March 2018)