My Satire

Ok, so here is my most recent poem. Much on the lighter side than what I've been posting recently (well, it may not come off as light, but its supposed to be funny..). Don't get me wrong, I do like my job but here is one outlook about it..lol

From the Satiric Mind of a Nightstaff Worker
Let me explain to you
the agony of 10 minutes
This short period of time
may not seem like much--
But ask a 2nd shift nightstaff worker
and they may disagree
The final 10 minutes
before the joyful sound of the front desk opening
can be the slowest in your life
Imagine this:
You've forced yourself
from a nice warm bed (and sound sleep)
at, oh, about 3am(ish)
you've been sitting at a desk
where it is usually freezing--or sweating hot
for almost 3 1/2 hours
trying to do homework--hoping the wireless will hold up
all while forcing yourself to stay awake
and quite possibly the only person
you've seen in the amount of time
is either Jim or Chuck-
whoever decided to free you of your bordom and misery...
for a few brief moments.
But, alas...
You've made it yet again!
Ten more inutes and you're done
Greatful that your lap top battery has survived this long,
you begin to pack up,
--everything is ready
but you just wait-
---and wait
---and wait
Then the miricle arrives
and the desk curtain opens
giving you your freedom
to return to the comfort of a warm bed

...well, for a few more hours anyway.


(Jim and Chuck are the nightstaff supervisors who come around and check on us to make sure everything is ok, and to see if we need a break...just thought I'd explain that part)

[ash]

its cute!