The story of the lead up to my first job interview, and the nervousness that it brings! |
My zip won’t do up And I’m starting to panic, This job interview Has got me quite frantic - I woke up all early (Lost in my sleep) But now that I’ve woken Fears starting to creep Into the eyes That I’m trying to coat With not too much makeup But plenty of hope. To show I’m not a tart But I care how I look, But the more I continue The more I am stuck To recite back my notes To think witty lines To start to worry About all those times In my CV That there are gaps I try to remember But my memory laps Over the excuses I made about it, Which brings me back To this darn stupid zip. Which still won’t do up And now times getting on My train leaves at half past – I’m supposed to be gone! I’ve shaved my legs, Plucked my brow, Researched the company And looked up how Their policies work How “they like women in skirts Men with a tie, Both in a shirt". But there’s no jobs And hundreds of people What would make them pick me? How can I get even? “Smile a lot, Remember interviewer isn’t your mate, Always be smart, And NEVER be late”. So I jump on my train, And I’m really quite early, Only second in queue And I’m much smarter really. The only problem is I think as I drink from my cup, Is that unfortunately my skirt zip Still won’t do up. |