The Job Poem by Jim O'Donnell

You worked so hard said “its not fair”
And many times you pulled your hair
The paper work was everywhere
For forests then you did not care

You had some headaches and lots of stress
You pushed so hard to be the best
All those hours and late late nights
You wouldn’t give up without a fight

The day of your interview finally arrives
A sunny day with clear blue skies
Terrified of what's to come
You put some Bach’s upon your tongue

Off you went ready to fight
You gave this interview all your might
But we supported you through and through
We knew this job was meant for you

A week goes past results due out
More sleepless nights we have no doubt

9 am on Wednesday morn
The butterflies begin to swarm
The ringing sound is in my ear
Oh God, it’s my result I fear

Take one deep breath pick up the phone
And there is Sally’s dulcet tone
You freeze and don’t know what to say
The job is yours Hip Hip Hooray



23 07 2003
Derby