We’ll Let You Know

7 Jan
Richter Magnitude Scale

Image by Sean Claudio Mancillas via Flickr

Today’s postaday2011 prompt is to write about a memorable job interview.  I can’t do that because all of my interviews have followed this pattern:

  • a sleepless night before the big day, then panic as I don’t hear the alarm
  • no liquid after seven a.m. on day of interview
  • thirty-three trips to the toilet, seven of those at interview premises in the ten minutes prior to interview
  • tremors so bad it registers on the Richter scale at 3.2
  • a rictus grin and dead arm from the handshake for the interviewer
  • answers rattled out like a shaken box of Maltesers under the Christmas tree by a desperate me
  • the interviewer bids me good day and secretly wipes my sweat from his good hand

The only employer to take me on after that is either desperate or, well, desperate.  Cardboard cutouts have more personality than I do in an interview, unless you count ‘terrified’ and brain-dead’ as personality. 

Talking of earthquakes, did you hear about our typically British one last week?  An old gent was interviewed on Radio 4 and he said, marvelling, ‘The wife’s wardrobe doors rattled for at least ten seconds.’  Nobody does understatement like us Brits.


I wasn’t really inspired by this week’s Big Tent prompt and what I got is just more of the same on a theme I’ve been chasing on my South Africa blog; but here it is.  Maybe I’ll come back to it in a couple of months; though I doubt it.

Don’t Walk On By 

I have no shoes; no shirt.
I have feet and hands and hunger.
I have pain, fear, famine.
Apathy is the enemy.

You have shoes; a shirt:
you can feed me. 
There is no dignity in my distended belly. 
Give me food.  Give me life.

12 Responses to “We’ll Let You Know”

  1. Laurie Kolp January 7, 2011 at 16:20 #

    Very thought-provoking piece… nice job!


  2. slpmartin January 7, 2011 at 16:51 #

    An array of emotions in this post and poem…both quite worthy of note.


  3. pamela January 7, 2011 at 17:42 #

    A very sad poem Tilly. Unfortunately it is seen all to often.


  4. vivinfrance January 7, 2011 at 19:44 #

    first the poem: a really poignant one for the SA collection.

    I sympathise with your job interview post. Do you remember the old ante-natal classes? Relax every muscle, consciously, from the toes up. Deep, calming breathing. That’s what I still use for life’s traumatic moments. Try it.


  5. James January 8, 2011 at 00:18 #

    The simplicity and directness of the poem really work for the heartbreaking subject matter. Often it’s too easy to keep walking.


  6. Donna Vorreyer January 8, 2011 at 02:04 #

    I think the line about feet, hands, and hunger is the heart of the piece – it shows the two things we use to provide for ourselves, yet also what is missing.


  7. Poembook January 8, 2011 at 15:58 #

    Touching and Nice !

    Challenge yourself to write?


    • Tilly Bud January 9, 2011 at 17:47 #

      Uma, I tried to leave some comments on your blog but it kept telling me my open id credentials could not be verified.


  8. twitches January 8, 2011 at 21:09 #

    You have shoes; a shirt:
    you can feed me.

    I really like the turn in these lines.


  9. Tumblewords January 8, 2011 at 23:18 #

    Provocative piece – strong and vivid.


  10. ms pie January 10, 2011 at 02:47 #

    outspoken in such a subtle way as to bump into another almost accidentally… sobering…


  11. Chloe January 16, 2011 at 03:40 #

    I had to laugh at your description of interviews…
    ” Cardboard cutouts have more personality than I do in an interview”, especially as I’m hoping to get a few interviews lined up soon…I’d better get a cardboard cutout ready 😉

    Love the poem…it speaks volumes. It’s so true that so many people just “walk on by”.

    Chloe xx


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