Thoughts of a Job-hunter

Lipton iced tea and the English dictionary. A crossword, the
old man works away.                               

Girls with top
knots, men in shirts, discarded coffee cups.                                                           

Coats
on backs of chairs, autumn sunshine and bracing winds.                                                     

Distracted
queuers, busy employees. Inoffensive background music, chatter. mumblings, musings,
laptop keys.

Sat in a small hub of community. Men and women come and go,
old ones, younger ones, and small ones.       Refresh
email, check phone. Scour brain for ideas, avenues, potential.                                           

Thoughts
fuzz and blur, then sharpen. Tiredness sets in, the weary job-hunter. Exhausted
from nothing and the non-start day.                                                                                                                       

Dreams
of jobs, of busyness, of action. And money.                                                                            

CV
jargon spinning, cover letter editing, google search abounding. Blog reading,
information gleaning. The day’s conversations swirling, mental cogs whirring.                                                           

The
evening respite beckons. The search resumes tomorrow. 

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