Friday, September 23, 2016


Haiku Friday: Bad Jobs

I love my job. But I don't pretend that every job is great. In fact, I've had some not-so-great ones myself. 

Let's haiku about that today. It can be a job you had for a year or a day; maybe not a bad job as such, but just one that you were bad at. That's what mine is about:

World's worst bartender--
I knew how to make two drinks
Customers baffled.

Now it is your turn! Just use the 5/7/5 formula, and have some fun!

Vet office intern.
Plucked fur off cat testicles,
and some fun stuff too.
I see no way to top "Plucked cat fur off cat testicles" so will not even attempt to post.

A brilliant line meeting both content and syllable requirements!
Oh my, Desiree. Sounds like loads of fun, not...

Every Thursday
I motor to Duke Gardens
volunteer two hours

I pick tiny weeds
out of tiny potted plants
Plant sale perfection
Yeah, I can in no way touch Desiree's job, but here goes:

July, Savannah:
Parked cars in high-grass damp field;
Sweaty purgatory.

I think this assignment brought out the best in us: "pick tiny weeds out of tiny potted plants" :)
I am kind of liking Sweaty purgatory too.
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