Originally posted on greenfairydotcom

Dear Mr Recruitment Consultant
You could not have known
That in order to find your tiny, unlisted agency
In an alley scorned by A-Z and Multimap alike,
I would have to get a bus I did not know.
Which, mid-journey,
Turned around and started to pick people up the other way.
A fact I did not notice
Until I was nearly home again.

You could not have known
That your unmarked doorbell, shared with seven others
Would cause me to summon the wrong people
so cross at the interruption, I do believe,
I had interrupted their child porn ring.

You could not have known
That I have a perfectly valid email address.
To which you could have sent all the information
It took you five whole minutes to impart.
The interview over
Before my tea had even arrived.
It was only on the top of my CV.

You could not have known
That even while we discussed the job
And I dreamed
Of the crisp white linen sheets
And polka dot heels
My first pay packet would bring
Your client had already offered the position
To another.
I found your message upon my return.

But perhaps you could have known
That your purple Homer Simpson tie
With the flying doughnuts on
Pained me most of all.

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