I'm filling out a job application.
I hope to get a job with this employer.
This is what I'm doing as my clothes
spin around a washer.
It's hard finding work. I feel like
such a jerk. I'm worried about my
unemployment. That's what's on my mind
as I descend into the basement. I'm well
aware that I have no money. This what I
ponder as I gaze at my wet laundry.
I've been tenaciously searching. Blasting my
resume through the Internet like an injection.
But I keep hitting a fire wall of rejection. In
an interview, I always blow it. This is on my mind
as I'm careful not to trip on my laundry basket.
As I put my laundry in the dryer I think about
how to make my chances stronger. Don't forget the fabric
softener. I have a bad habit of doubting myself. I have to
break it. It has to stop or I'll never make it.
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