Where have you been? I’ve missed your enthusiasm for all things creative and therapeutic and self-reflective. I find myself falling into well-worn habits and the customary complacency that comes with my humdrum daily life, as I gaily go about my business. Is this how the half life happens? I pick up pen or keyboard or brush or whatever tool can tempt my trembling heart to hand the reigns and growing pains to you. I’m not taking sense, I’m making dense the meaning and the madness of my muddled, sleepless self. So keep in touch and keep me posted and keep your promise to keep the passion and the poetry and prose flowing and keep me going so I can’t forget the feeling of my fingertips on fire with words wrestled from the furthest phantoms of my addled, agitated, agonized defective brain. Gotta go. I’ll write more soon. — Sincerely, me
The Case of the Missing Chicken
April 16, 2008 at 7:22 pm (Letter)
-----Original Message----- From: Employee S [mailto:S@CompanyA.com] Sent: Monday, April 14, 2008 4:07 PM To: Office Subject: Chicken Gone Missing Hello everyone, I'm sure many of you have seen the box of samples that was left in our break room upstairs. Today, one of the representatives came to pick up the box and noticed a missing item: the talking/dancing chicken. If anyone knows the whereabouts of Mr. Chicken, please kindly return him. Or if any of you were interested in purchasing him, there is an order form you can fill out in the break room. Regards, Employee S Company A XXXX Industry Drive Workville, CA XXXXX Tel XXX/XXX-XXXX ext. XX Fax XXX/XXX-XXX http://www.CompanyA.com On 4/14/08 4:18 PM, "Mr.HR" <HR@CompanyA.com> wrote: Dear All, FYI The reps are with Company B. That company is also Mothership owned. Regards, Mr. HR Company A XXXX Industry Drive Workville, CA XXXXX Tel XXX/XXX-XXXX ext. XX Fax XXX/XXX-XXX http://www.CompanyA.com On 4/14/08 4:22 PM, "Employee S" <S@CompanyA.com> wrote: Thanks for the clarification, Mr. HR. I became the default messenger because I happen to sit across from the break room, but I was a little murky on all the particulars. And the saga of the missing chicken continues ... On 4/14/08 6:19 PM, "Mr.HR" <HR@CompanyA.com> wrote: Thank you Employee S. I appreciate your efforts. Becoming in charge on this situation due to your proximity to the crime scene is unfortunate. Thanks again. Mr. HR Company A XXXX Industry Drive Workville, CA XXXXX Tel XXX/XXX-XXXX ext. XX Fax XXX/XXX-XXX http://www.CompanyA.com
4/11/08
April 11, 2008 at 9:20 pm (Letter)
Humble Applicant
54321 Desperate Way
Suburbia, CA 90X0X
PlsHyrMe@yahoo.com
April 11, 2008
Mr. C
Corporate, Inc.
1 Imperial Ln.
Fortuneville, USA
….
Dear Mr.C:
I would like to apply for the Fool position at Corporate, Inc. that I learned of through monster.com. With nearly 30 years of experience in idealism and self-delusion, I feel that I am a highly qualified candidate.
I attended the prestigious University of Lofty Ideals, where I received a priceless liberal education. I acquired extensive skills in the art of critical thinking … Though were I to think–critically, that is–of my rather critical circumstances, I might conclude that critical thinking isn’t a particularly marketable skill. I might have gone further had I exercised a bit of practical thinking. And by “practical,” I mean that my goals and aspirations could have embodied a more … shall we say … lucrative bent. But no, I am firmly entrenched in my passion for writing, editing, art, and education–the realm of the overeducated and underpaid. I’m not even that educated, with only one degree under my belt. I have friends in there for the long haul, registered for a lifetime of academic servitude. But that’s neither here nor there.
Oh, and have I mentioned my excellent customer service skills? I am involuntarily perky, positive, and pleasant. In the face of disgruntled clients, customers, and callers alike, my smile rings true and my eagerness to assist never wanes. Unfortunately, I am not overly fond of the general public. But guess what? My company has been downsized and to keep my job, I must answer phones. Fielding phone calls has got to be the most thankless job. I can handle face-to-face interaction because you get a little warning with body language and facial expressions. But when that phone rings, you pick up blind. On the other end could be an irate parent demanding to know why their senioritis-plagued student who dropped a required course 2nd semester is having her admissions revoked. Or could it be that eccentric author who’s trying to pitch a “novel” idea for the hundredth time and won’t take no for an answer?
But it’s not just the phone thing. I could lose my job at any time. The evil corporate mothership, not unlike Corporate, Inc., that owns my company can do away with my department and cancel more of my projects on a whim, as has occurred several times before, mind you. And then where will I be? Ah, yes. That leaves me surfing monster.com and careerbuilder.com, desperate to find another job, hoping that this time, yes, this time, it will be the dream job that combines all my skills and interests and offers job security.
Once again, I would like to emphasize my unique qualities that would make me a perfect fit for this job. At this critical point in my career, I could decide to try a new profession, one that has job openings everywhere and provides a much higher salary. But no, I am fiercely determined to cling to my hopeless idealism and idiotic belief that I might once again find a job that I love, a job that I can keep. So, I ask you this, who else would make a better Fool?
Attached is my resume and I look forward to speaking with you regarding my qualifications for this position.
Sincerely,
Humble Applicant No. 41,108
Corporate Crap
April 11, 2008 at 7:24 pm (Poetry)
crippity, crip, crap
you crummy corporate king of
quotas and bloody bottom lines
I’m just a figure, not a face.
I’m just a number, not a name.
Downsized and dumbed down
It’s all the same.
Mergers and margins,
the business of bargains
Timesheets tracking
the seconds of my soul
being sold to bang a buck
I just don’t give a —-
Ah, but my bills …
corporate kills
Ode to the Pants and Zodiac Animal Alter-Egos
February 15, 2008 at 5:47 pm (Poetry)
Yes, I am not ashamed to admit
I am a fan of the pants—the “traveling pants.”
Read the whole series in, what, two weeks?
Laughed, cried, and agonized with The Sisterhood.
The sheer number of times I cried …
There was a time I went for years without crying.
Nowadays, kittens make me weepy.
Crying is progress.
The pants are progress.
I also love Fruits Basket.
Me and tons of pubescent girls.
Why? you ask.
Because they serve up raw emotion,
our ugliest fears and tenuous ties
to the idea of love and happiness,
our totally twisted relationships with our parents.
Our very identities hang in the balance
amidst Prince Yuki fan clubs
and soccer camp.
God, I wish I could write like that.
The human heart laid bare.
Storytelling at its most addicting,
entertaining,
silly,
and honest.
Honesty is progress.
to do list
February 13, 2008 at 7:20 pm (Poetry)
This one was written on my morning commute and is inspired by the rhythm of Jenny’s “Hot Mouth Chew”:
here are the things
i gotta do
i have to do
i always do
there are the things
i wanna do
i long to do
i rarely do
where in the world
do i find the time
to do the two
and still sleep too?
I love
February 12, 2008 at 8:59 pm (Poetry)
mondays
February 11, 2008 at 9:42 pm (Poetry)
mondays are icky,
sticky with sunday’s sweet residue
they kick of the cycle of sleep overdue
mondays are mean
soaked in caffeine
wish it were friday
so i can go play!
on babies
February 6, 2008 at 8:53 pm (Poetry)
baby games
and baby names
baby showers,
parental powers
I’d rather not possess
I must confess
I’m petrified of parenthood
I’m terrified of what I could
and would potentially do
to a child
the idea’s wild
the responsibility
beyond my ability
to even conceive of
Artist Dates
February 5, 2008 at 9:11 pm (Poetry)
Each week it is my mission
to take myself on an “artist date,”
the purpose of which
is to help me create.
Last week: Destination 99-cent Store.
There were sweet snacks and knick-knacks aplenty,
trinkets and treasures galore!
I got a pencil case featuring the fearless spidy,
Marvel valentine grams with lollipops,
mechanical pencils with eraser tops,
and a chocolate orange
to top off my decadent binge.
This week, with my new Kodak as my date,
who knows what wonders await …