Many friends and family of mine have met with the loss of a job recently. And I have dealt with the loss of a friend. Each loss will make you mourn. But in a different way.
I dedicate this poem….to each and everyone of you, whether you have lost a job or a friend in hopes that you will find the silver lining. A job can be replaced, a loved one can not.
Ode to Unemployment
My friend, you greeted me each morning with a latte and a copy machine,
You motivated me to punch digits into my computer screen.
And when we had breaks from the workplace drama, we laughed,
We surfed together, about coworkers; we quaffed.
And then one day, promotion came,
Here I sat on my stiff plastic chair frame.
Playing the same damn family cubicle game.
But my position upgrade you promised was still unseen.
No matter how many text messages I sent,
You were truly becoming a mentor to which I was not keen.
You gave me such woe, texting a reply:
“My office in ten, please stop by.”
One auspicious day, feeling just like a John Doe,
You simply said to me, “Pack your bags and go.”
I realized then, you were not my friend,
I was just your dividend.
Your career crutch until the bitter end.
How did I ever cause you that much woe?
Was I simply your financial foe or was this a matter of status quo,
Why the hell you let me go, I guess I will never know.
~by Rachel Ruff of Pinkmixer
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