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

another day at the office
another day on the job
another knot in the stomach
as i turn that old doorknob
just another day at the office
which i struggle to get through
‘til i close that door behind me
and hurry home to you

i’d rather not get up today
don’t want to go to work
one more piece of paper
and i will go berserk
one more petty outburst
from someone higher up
one more stupid client
i would like to whup

i’ve had jobs that challenged
and then became routine
and jobs that seemed essential
to grease the big machine
but even jobs i truly loved
were loathsome in some way
and no matter what i’m doing
i come to dread the day

another day at the office
another day on the job
another knot in the stomach
as i turn that old doorknob
just another day at the office
which i struggle to get through
‘til i close that door behind me
and hurry home to you

retirement is looming
but will it satisfy?
or should i go on working
until the day i die?
maybe i should cash it in
and be a lazy jerk
but i truly do go crazy
when i am out of work

posted by admin on September 1, 2003, at 1:00 am | filed under poetry | no comments »

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