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another day at the office

i’ve been able to support myself without temping for several years (knock wood) … but i was a really famous word processor in big law firms for many years … while i was grateful for the income and flexibility, there are few feelings as deadly as reporting to an office when it’s the last place you want to be … so for labor day and bruce, who has a good job but still doesn’t always feel like going there, here’s a poem for september