The rollercoaster

of emotions

slowed down

and she looked

at the man

with his shield up

Under all that armour

is a beating heart

Gentle, gentle

#poetry #writing

nostr:npub1hpcdfjpxrawnmu6ryh36ce7xu4qd54pu6xca394yhvmyzlery0tqvghjn3 Well, I hope your job hunt goes well! And that you find something that you feel really happy with. Our work is such a big part of our lives 🌟

nostr:npub1hpcdfjpxrawnmu6ryh36ce7xu4qd54pu6xca394yhvmyzlery0tqvghjn3 It wasn't. Although most of the things I “saw” turned out to be true, it was mostly talking to the same persons about the same situations month in and month out, getting nowhere. I always thought of the scene in Matrix, where the oracle says “don't worry about the vase” and Neo says “what vase” and knocks it over.

If I hadn't said anything, would that person have acted differently? I couldn't handle that I made people act in a different way than they would if I hadn’t said anything.

nostr:npub1hpcdfjpxrawnmu6ryh36ce7xu4qd54pu6xca394yhvmyzlery0tqvghjn3 Oh, you are probably not doing anything wrong. I recently looked through my old e-mail applications for jobs, and I applied for several hundred jobs during a couple of years, without getting any. I got quite a lot of interviews but was nearly always overqualified, they said, or didn't have the experience they were looking for.

I've been self-employed since I was 20, so after a few jobs in law firms in between, I got really tired of trying and have been working for myself ever since.

nostr:npub1hpcdfjpxrawnmu6ryh36ce7xu4qd54pu6xca394yhvmyzlery0tqvghjn3 That was a very diplomatic reply ☺️

I hope your applications goes well! What did you apply for?

nostr:npub1hpcdfjpxrawnmu6ryh36ce7xu4qd54pu6xca394yhvmyzlery0tqvghjn3 I’ve actually never been on any social media that has worked before. So I am very, very pleased to be here. 💛

But of course you should make a fuss! Or at least just go to the receptionist and ask what’s going on! I’ve been a receptionist and sometimes they are just really swamped. You matter! 💗

I am not going to let the mountain of ancient 12, 91 GB e-mails break me.

But when I am done reading and transferring the ones not deleted, I might decide never to have an e-mail ever again.

You may write to me by snail mail, preferably on scented paper, a red seal on the envelope, and handed to me by a man on a horse, that neighs while passing my balcony.

Thank you.