Maybe it’s not so bad…

By Matt Miner

What a day – I’m slammed!  I’m jammed!

Chased by sundry masters, whips in hand.

Parked in my cube, the sun has gone down,

visitors report I’m wearing a frown.

“You’re late with the foil deck!  We need our analysis!

We blame you for our decision-making paralysis!”

This is my life (eight or ten hours per day),

but I draw my small check; I go my own way.

This “stuff” that I work on (today with no smile)

Can’t hold my affections once I pass the turnstile.

They can rant, they can yell, send dumb e mails to me,

But at the end of the day – I’m just an employee!