One of my obsessive compulsive activities I do consciously and unconsciously is to rhyme or riddle.  It is something I have done for as long as I can remember.  This can be viewed as both a negative or a positive.  Maybe I should have been a rapper because I can insert most any word into what I am saying or find something that rhymes with it.  My kids think I am a bit strange but fun.

So here is a little diddle about job searching:

Every day is a struggle

Getting out of my bubble

I roll over once again

Ignoring the need-to-do.

I do like to do and do and do

I feel like I accomplished

Not a big thing today

But I did accomplish.

 

I look back on my week

And wonder where the time has gone

I should have done X

I REALLY wanted to do Y

Instead I accomplished

What I got done.

I will do better next week

When I am fresh again.

 

No one knows

Just me, myself and I.

Maybe others know

But do they care?

Do they care about what I hide

Or do they keep passing by

Without a nod or wink.

Why should they help me think?

Why should they volunteer?

I am hidden, in my own world

Far away because I like it that way.

Maybe I should not…or maybe I should just try and speak.

Let’s Get Started!

Jeff