on the job

by betty jones

betty jones writes poems about herself, about her life and her interactions with other people

i had a strange dream last night but i forgot it as soon as i woke up because i have a job interview the fourth of sixteen for this particular job which i hate already even though i probably will not get it and then i will hate it even more you know how it is or maybe you do not maybe you are a dog or a rat or a cloud in the sky or a comic book in a comic book store that no one will ever buy or a cheeseburger waiting to be heated up at burger king so somebody will eat half of it but finish their fries as they look out the window of the burger king at the people passing by on their way to thousands (millions?) of job interviews i wish i was any of those things or anything at all except the people going to the job interviews like me i already am that well that is all for now i have to get dressed and get going you know how it is