a squeeze

i'm in a bit of a squeeze. i'm looking for a job. cv lies listless, incomplete, by my side. need to rave about myself where i've been what i've done and with whom. my life open to office strangers, going once, going twice, still going twice..it's hard to talk about yourself to people who expect to hear you talk about yourself. to split compartmentalize dissect, and worse. to summarize yourself. sell yourself in brief roman-type-lettered bulletted black ink on powdered paper that will stop short of sounding the trombone to announce you. and no matter how embellished your future has become through sweat and sweat the transient missteps (steps, for anyone who knows what i'm talking about in the medical profession, haunt you forever) of the past still have to sit there, at the forefront, refusing to be budged.
yes. the cv is one of those sticky places where you cannot erase your past and not only that, but you have to splatter it shamelessly everywhere, too.
cv = masochism = self-prostitution in black ink = arrested development = forced conformism = waste of too much ink = paper aristocracy = dehumanization
paper still lying in same incomplete mess staring venomously. *feed me*