Thursday, August 6, 2009

A Typical Day

I sit at my desk:
Not much to do.
These days it is slow--
Projects and people are few.

I stare at my screen:
Not much to see.
My eyes are a blur,
To close is their plea.

I type on my keyboard:
Not much to write.
Words come so slowly,
Restless thoughts, no sight.

I talk to myself:
Not much to say.
Don’t want to work--
Should call it a day.

I open my wallet:
Not much inside.
I sigh and keep going,
At the office must bide.

--Me

4 comments:

Chelsea H. Huffaker said...

Very cute and I totally feel your pain, even though I do have things I should be doing. I just can't seem to stay focused long enough to get the work done.

Nathan said...

Jill! You wrote a poem!!!! It was great. Money is a pain.

Nick & Jennie Mabey said...

Hilarious. You may find more money and excitement if you switched to poetry writing instead of your current job.

Aly said...

Want to switch jobs?