Elizabeth Romero: My Real Resume

That is not my name.

My name is Branches-Strung-with-Raindrops.

My name is Trees-Lined-with-Snow.

I would not be an asset to your company

Nor to anything or anyone else.

I am a dreamer,

A time waster

A thinker of long thoughts

A player of solitaire.

I only want you to hire me

Because I need the money.

And I only need the money

Because everyone has to make some kind of deal

To survive.

I started out the same as you:

A baby, fat and confident.

I have a terrible stutter

And I can’t hear very well.

I don’t like the telephone

And I never learned to type without looking, so I can’t type very fast. I think we are all on a continuum, even you with your manager’s lenses.

I want to know why the corporate mentality sucks so bad.

Why it expects people to do without windows or decent lunches

Or talking to one another.

I want to know why

When there are 713 references in the Bible to feeding the poor, being kind

To strangers, protecting orphans,

You focus only on one in Leviticus which is just an instruction

To the priest class anyway.

These are the things I am interested in

And which I will secretly research on the company computers.

I am smart and I will do your work

But don’t expect me to care about it.

Copyright 2022 Elizabeth Romero