The amazing clarity hit when I was sitting on the train halfway to work.
I ignored it and went to work anyway.
Tag: work
Cog
Each of us are cogs.
No matter how big or small, the machine stops if we don’t work together.
Work
At work I always tell the truth.
I’ve been fired like three times.
I return
Every day I go to work and on the drive I swear I’m never going home again.
By the end of the day I’m so tired that I can’t think of where else to go and so home I return.
Really I am
I know it appears that I’m just a corporate shill whose empty barren existence is an insult to generations of ancestors.
(I’m secretly bringing the system down from the inside!)
Ideal
At my job I have the ideal situation!
Work about thirty minutes a day and no drug tests!
Disillusionment
“It’s only an English grade,” the father said. My boss’ pen, balanced on one Jesuitical finger, tipped downwards, and along it slid my modest dreams.
The importance of being unimportant
Dear diary,
I was thinking about sticking my pencil into the little button-hole eyes of my boss who thinks he’s a big shot, treating me like some insignificant clerk that files meaningless papers over 9 hours a day, 365 days a year for more than 20 years, while I am actually the secret daughter of the President of the United States! But then again, he’s just a poor guy who doesn’t know the truth so I’ll continue to work through the night as I don’t want anyone to discover my hidden identity.
Be careful who you deliver a pizza to.
While trapped in the chamber of his satanic majesty, I once again wondered if the pizza delivery field had been a worthwhile choice.
Then they sounded the horn, the chains grew taut about my limbs and I was hoisted into the air for the sacrifice.
I Stay Late For No One
“I’m gonna need you to stay till 4:30 today,” the boss said as he walked out the door at 3:20. The man chuckled, went around the office setting every clock forward one hour and left five minutes later.
Useless Labor
I started working and nobody cared. Then I got done — and nobody cared.
Day Job
Jenna Malone never killed on Tuesdays. Today would be the exception.
Kissed
I’ve kissed so much corporate ass that I don’t even notice the taste anymore.
Other people can smell it though, and see the stains.
Jealous
I understand you are jealous of the position I’ve reached.
It’s not my fault I worked hard for two years and now I don’t have to work again!
Stalkers
Hey web-stalkers!
Thanks for stopping on by, and thanks for the sex/job/emotional support or whatever else it was you gave.
my job
I looked for you in all the usual places; job agencies, friends of friends, publishing houses. Little did I know you lurked right there in front of me in my keyboard letters.
Sigh
When I sigh at work I’m really saying “you’re a fucking idiot who should die horribly”.
No offence.
Salesman
Hey, did you hear that the rules have all changed?
Yeah, being a boring self-centred fuckwit is now sexy so you’re totally in dude!
Cubicle
Welcome to corporate slavery and meaningless drudgery.
Oh, I mean welcome to your cubicle.
Money
If only we could teach teenage boys that the amount of hot pussy they can get is directly proportional to the amount of money they have.
Within a generation we’d have some of the hardest working motherfuckers in the world.