Poets’ corner

I love my job, I love the pay
I love it more and more each day
I love my boss, he is the best
I love his boss and all the rest
I love my office and its location
I hate to have to go on vacation
I love my furniture, drab and grey
and piles of paper that grow each day!
I think my job is really swell,
there´s nothing else I love so well.
I love to work among my peers,
I love their leers, and jeers, and sneers.
I love my computer and its software;
I hug it often though it won´t care.
I love each program and every file.
I´d love them more if they worked a while.
I am happy to be here. I am. I am.
I´m the happiest slave of the Firm, I am.
I love this work, I love these chores.
I love the meetings with deadly bores.
I love my job – I´ll say it again-
I even love those friendly men.
Those friendly men who´ve come today.
In clean white coats to take me away!

Allegedly by Dr Seuss, though since he’s been dead twenty years and it talks about computers I’m pretty sceptical. Who cares? I post it only because I’m having to get up at fuck o’clock tomorrow morning, and being self-employed I can hardly punch the bastard who’s making me do it.

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Posted on May 23, 2012, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. One of the benefits of not being a rent-seeker. Self-employment, freelancing and being an entrepreneur. Certainly gets you out of bed early.

    I’ll drink a glass of good red to your health this evening

  2. Some people lack commitment…

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