The following two poems reflect the angst of working in a bad job, a dysfunctional employer-employee relationship. It can stress you out, depress you, and make you cry. Sometimes, the only act that can save you is sending your resume to another potential employer, because that’s what gives you hope and makes you feel a sense of control over your own destiny.
-TimK
Living Inside a Top
I’m not leaving.
But my resume is up to date.
I’m just experiencing culture shock.
In a culture of oneupsmanship.
But I’m not one of those who wash out.
And go on to bigger and better things.
Reasonable hours: The average engineer works 56 a week.
And makes 87 thousand dollars a year.
And the payscale is competitive.
With the third world.
And fair.
To those rewarded with a cut.
I’m proud to be one of the winners hired.
Then told what not to do.
Proud to be developing a great product.
With second-class quality standards.
Proud of my accomplishments.
Overcoming conjured-up crises.
Proud to be one of the team.
That can’t get together on anything.
I’m not leaving.
But my resume is up to date.
A Tribute to Lorelai
I bet you thought she didn’t exist,
Laura’s nemesis.
I swear, I’ve met her.
I’ve stared her in the eye,
And she is death.
She spins a careful web.
She is never wrong.
Artful, she lures the victim.
Graceful, she quaffs his breath.
He knows not how nor why.
The more he fights, the worse his bind.
He is a weeping husk.
This is, to her, normality.
Life is a myth.
Real is conformance and pow’r.
Yet I pray Mia will take me in,
That I might live again.
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