Context: At the end of August, I got fired from a job after being falsely accused of leaving written threats to kill colleagues with office supplies such as keyboards and staplers. HR claimed they did a "handwriting analysis" by comparing the note to work I did (even though we only do electronic charting) and determined it was me. I was fired, never given the chance to defend myself. I wasn't even told what they were investigating until I was fired. I did qualify for unemployment, so they must not have had very much evidence that I did this. I was offered a new job in mid-September, and the background check was completed today. I start my new job next Monday. I wrote this poem to process my feelings of starting a new job after being terminated from my old one. (The poem also alludes to the fight I had to go through to be paid properly... just before these written threats were found... hmmm...). I'm just another amateur writer, hoping that using the written word to process my craziness can help me one day achieve emotional stability.
'Twas the job after firing,
And all through the city,
Businesses were hiring,
Still things weren't pretty.
Unemployment was granted,
A small weekly sum,
Yet I'm still disenchanted,
By what may soon come.
I was offered a new role,
Back in mid-September.
Promising on the whole,
Yet I can't help but remember...
Being offered my old post,
And feeling so lit,
Ready to do the most,
Thinking myself a good fit.
Will my new job be new?
Or the same old bull-spit?
Will I be with a good crew?
Or a bunch of half-wits?
Will HR be shirkers,
Or forthright and fervent?
Or will they confuse workers
With indentured servants?
Will my promised pay,
Be in my check Q 2 weeks,
Or will they display
Crooked payroll techniques?
Will they think I'm a threat,
To their bottom line?
Are they in debt?
Must I fight for what's mine?
When they look at me,
And see all my hard work,
Will they see Lucy Letby?
A killer? A jerk?
Will my skill threaten others?
Or will they see the good I do?
If I had my druthers,
I would start work anew.
I'd be caring and sweet,
The best worker ever!
I'd be efficient and neat,
Kind, smart, and clever.
I know it's a must,
To be friendly and nice,
To gain colleague's trust,
I hope my charm will suffice.
Will my boss be perceptive,
Kind, smart, and clear-eyed,
Or will they be deceptive,
And claim I threatened homicide?
Will I be trusted 'round keyboards,
And black Swingline staplers?
Will they welcome me on the wards
When staffing strain occurs?
Only one way to find out!
Come next week, I'm back to work!
I'll be tireless, strong, and stout,
Though I possess many a quirk.
If you were ever fired,
Terminated, falsely accused,
You're gonna be tired,
Your ego will be bruised.
Yet, there's other jobs out there,
This is not the end.
They're hiring everywhere!
Soon you'll wish for a weekend!
Who knows how this role,
Will pan out in the end,
But if my boss is an a-hole,
I can always try again!
GrumpyRN, NP
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Thanks Davey, I did. Very interesting reading.