Trouble in The Office

FIGHT OR FLIGHT

When work is like the old cliche - tides crashing one after the other
On weathered boulders on a pebble beach
You long for the *other* old cliche - nice warm bed with a high thread-
count blanket, cozying you up on a rainy night.
I wonder if other people were as thinskinned as I am?
Or was I just an unlucky bug stepped on by the universe's callous foot?
You see, my daily last and first thoughts make me blush:
Numbers swarm the left hemisphere of my brain,
Floaters in my weary eyes right before I tuck myself in.
And when I wake wide-eyed to my phone's screaming alarm
There's an army of To Dos marching through my bedroom door
Help Please! Could I possibly resign anytime soon?
(Then again there's a double digit unemployment rate
And racism in Australia
And an extreme case of homesickness
And airport terrorism
And Asian birdflu
I'd rather gulp the gourdlike pressure and stay put.)

posted by Elyss @ 9:12 PM