In professional wrestling slang, a job is a losing performance in a wrestling match. It is derived from the euphemism "doing one's job", which was employed to protect kayfabe. The term can be used a number of ways. When a wrestler is booked to lose a match it is described as "a job". The act itself is described with the verb jobbing, while the act of booking (rather than being booked) to job is called jobbing out. To lose a match fairly (meaning without any kayfabe rules being broken) is to job cleanly. Wrestlers who routinely lose matches are known as jobbers, which is viewed as a very disrespectful term by those in the business. Carpenter was a more respectful term used by earlier generations.
A job which is presented as being the result of an extremely close match, or underhanded tactics on the part of an opponent, will not necessarily tarnish a wrestler's reputation, especially if the situation is presented as one where the wrestler "deserved" to win but was cheated. At other times a high-profile loss, particularly one which makes the wrestler in question look weak, foolish, or otherwise damages their reputation, might signify certain behind-the-scenes events that have real-life implications on a wrestler. Such a job may mark the end of a push, a departure from the company, or a loss of faith in the wrestler as a marketable commodity. As a result, it may also mark a downward slide in a wrestler's career. This is especially the case when the wrestler is beaten very easily, or squashed. Sometimes, jobbing is presented to a wrestler because of the problems and bad working relationship that the wrestler and the owner of the promotion actually have, or, it can be presented only because of the owner's good graces.
In the night there are sights to be seen
Stars like jewels on the crown of a queen
But the only sight I’m gonna view
Is that wonderful picture of you
On a streetcar or in the café
All of the evening and most of the day
My mind is in a maze, what can I do
I still see that picture of you
It was last summer, I fell in love
My heart told me what to do
I saw you then on the crest of a hill
And I took a little picture of you
Then you were gone like a dream in the night
With you in my heart, my love and my light
I didn’t know your name, what could I do?
I’ve only a picture of you
Then you were gone like a dream in the night
With you in my heart, my love and my light
I didn’t know your name, what could I do?
I’ve only a picture of you, oh yeah
That wonderful picture of you
I’m left with a picture of you, oh yeah