“The Resume Rhapsody”
by Roman Janovics, Unemployed Adventurer
I sharpened my pencil and buffed my old shoes,
Then wrote down my tales, my bold job-seeking news.
From fitness to freight, from lens flash to lease,
I mapped every gig with a mission for peace.
One resume led me through kettlebell dreams,
Another through tripods and editorial beams.
I tailored each page with keywords and grace,
Yet still the job market made not one embrace.
I practiced my forklift, my spreadsheet finesse,
Filed workshop receipts in obsessive excess.
I learned OSHA rules and MS Excel tricks,
While fixing a furnace with leftover bricks.
I pitched to the deans and applied to L3,
Hoping they’d see all the fire in me.
I wrote of my housing finesse with such care,
Of cycle counts, shipping, and tools I repair.
Still silence befell my courageous campaign,
No callbacks, no offers—just drizzle and strain.
Yet oddly, I smiled and continued the show,
For I’m more than a paycheck or “yes” in a row.
I’ve lifted the weight of the world and some dumbbells,
Balanced budgets and raked all the rental-yard smells.
Each “no” is a step, each pause a delay,
Not a dead end—just fate’s odd ballet.
So I scribble new goals and I laugh at the stress,
Unemployed, yes—but no, not a mess.
For purpose is patient, and skills do remain,
And one day I’ll board that employment-bound train.
Until then, I file, I squat, and I dream,
With ink-stained ambition and Craigslist esteem.
The market may freeze, but I never will,
I’m Romans Janovics—and I’m climbing this hill.
