Friday, July 24, 2009

my new little poem

Data entry, data entry
Numbers running through my brain
People calling, overhead pages
Faxes and mail what a fucking pain

What monotony
Each day more frightful than the next
Waiting in anticipation
For two quarters worth of bonus checks

Starting early, leaving late
Overtime without pay
Skipping lunch
Deadlines
What do you mean the fucking copier is jammed again?!?!

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