Office CharadesA Poem by Profkim
I
don’t feel like being nice today. I’m
not in the mood to schmooze or play along.
My bullshit tolerance has reached an all-time low. I don’t want to discuss the sudden drop in
temperature outside or your kid’s soccer/baseball/basketball/football
game. I don’t care about your fabulous
international vacation plans or the promotion you thought you deserved. I sincerely wish my boss(es) would decide
exactly what he/she/they really want me to do.
“Other duties as assigned” is getting on my nerves. Today my only recourse is to retreat into my
6 x 8 cubicle where they pay me to think amidst my neighbors’ audible personal
business. I struggle to focus and conjure
up whatever creativity I may have left. But
honestly, this façade is giving me a headache.
© 2011 Profkim |
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Added on November 14, 2011 Last Updated on November 14, 2011 Tags: work, office, relationships, stress Author
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