The job market's not what it used to be
Guess I'm a little behind the time
Interviews used to be done in person
Nowadays, we apply online


Competition out there is something fierce
Seems like most want younger folk
The attitude of many seems to be
That doing a good job is a joke


The signs of our time seem to be
That looking youthful is all the rage
So they pass by those with experience
And the wisdom that comes with age


I can work rings around the youngsters
And cut the mustard with all the rest
But they tell me I'm overqualified
And I usually go home depressed


I'm interviewing at a gift shop today
Getting my foot in the door was a hurdle
So I'll put on my best bib and tucker
Then squeeze into my tightest girdle


I'll put on a layer of Sports Cream™
To hold down the arthritis pains
Then a wig to hide my thinning hair
Dark stockings on my varicose veins


After I splatter on all my make-up
I'm not a bad looking old broad
You should have seen the others there
All giggly and young and taut


Yep, the manager said I'm overqualified
He wasn't really thinking with his head
Overlooking brains, he hired a pair of boobs
He'll soon be disappointed, I bet


Next week, I'll apply at Wal*Mart™
You'll probably see me there at the door
I'll be the one at the greeting stand
And chasing kids all around the store


For now, I'll pamper my bunions
Watch Law & Order on TV
And worry about tomorrow when it comes
Seems to always work for me


Kathleen McCoy Eldridge©
February 13, 2009
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