I’ve been in London since Tuesday, four days out of the office… A blessing. I’m going for geeky reasons it’s the Excel User Group’s conference, so a room full of people even smarter with Excel than I am, hopefully plenty to learn.
Given that I’m avoiding the office for four days, what better time to post this poem? It’s about the working day after all.
Put on the suit,
Brush off the lint,
Mental note for dry cleaning,
It’s off to work we go.
But not so quick,
Crush the war cry,
Temporal anomalies at work,
It’s a bus missed you burk.
Nut in the plural,
Shush the inner voice,
Gentle hope in the later bus,
It’s a minor tragedy.
Cut to the office,
Lush surroundings, not,
Crystal clear emotionless lines,
It’s not to be rushed for.
Strut your stuff,
Gush of fake enthusiasm,
Dental included for health,
It’s all in a days work.
Tut at mistakes,
Rush to do reports,
Bestial work striving for creativity,
It’s time to leave.