I need a job

Just thoughts and feelings. (Not a Poem)

Darkness... Calm... Sleep...

I slowly open my eyes... 

I stare at the selling and tell my self. What do I do now?

I use the bathroom and wash my teeth.

I drink a breakfast shake, and finally get in front of my laptop. 

I find good music or something to listen to, itunes podcast perhaps. 

I then check my e-mails for any leads or possible interviews.

Nothing...

Frustration sets in and I feel energy going away...

All I could do is continue job searching. 

So I re-send out  resumes and look for new jobs posted.

All this I do every morning. 

So this is my job? Well it pays nothing...

I've attempted several times to walk in to places and ask for work...

They all say the same thing. Apply on line. 

This is the way of the world now.

Reminds me of that animated movie with that little robot.

He lives alone in a world destroyed by Humans.

Humans that no longer communicate face to face.

All... All is technology. Nature is no longer visible to human eyes.

Computers and cell phones are your soul mates. You get the picture I'm sure.

Everything has become so tech dependent so non-organic.

I remember going to places to get a job and talking my way into a position.

People would tell me you have good charisma. 

Now I think to myself. How can you show charisma on a form or with text?

Some say it's become easier, I say it's become less Human.

So everyday I ask my self... What do I do now?

And I say, become less HUMAN... 

I have to go, my cell phone is ringing.

Author's Note

ignore grammar problems, what do you think of the dialogue, etc.

Reviews

[Liza]

I relate to this, I was unemployed 3 times in the past 2 years.
The job of finding a job is frustrating
You said it smoothly
Everything is cold and distant, that is technology
This is exactly when you should keep being more human
Writing pulled me through this time, kept me productive
Now no one can tell me my value
Tell me what to do
What I am worth
My focus shifted, a job is a job
its a way to make a living
writing makes a life
now if only we can make a living with the way we make a life
life would be a treat :)
hang in there my dear lion xoxox

[charlotte talley]

you are right, the world has become technoligy. cell phones, computers and so on. It bothers me also when you even call a bill collector and you are talking to a recording. good write and great point. you don't have any dialogue in this piece, because dialogue is when two or more people talking back and forth. but anyways great write.