mundane days seem a little less mundane when viewed in haiku retrospect.
7:03 am:
hell’s not other folks
hell is your alarm beeping
out of your arm’s reach
7:18 am:
“sleep one more minute”
that sounded realistic
oh damn, big mistake
8:01 am:
cutting off your boss
to get into the right lane
makes things real awkward
8:07 am:
the fridge is too full
balance my food on others’
precariously
8:15 am:
sound of the alarm
still echoing in my ear
I feel so angsty
8:23 am:
the coffee’s not gone!
but it’s the same kind we’ve had
since august ’06
9:09 am:
the note from last week
is still on the bathroom wall
the problem has stopped
10:25 am:
ran into the boss
let him walk in front of me
can’t cut him off ‘gain
10:47 am:
why is green called “green?”
these are the things I wonder
when I am at work
11:52 am:
I must be butter
because I am so on a roll
productivity!
12:19 pm:
productivity
is dead. so hungry. need break
lunch – how convenient
12:33 pm:
my lunch tastes so good
pasta, veg, chicken medley
why am I so great?
12:34 pm:
free coke in the fridge
this is the way my workplace
shows me gratitude
1:45 pm:
smile and nod and smile
salespeople want this and that
sure, of course, I’ll try!
2:11 pm:
have a lot to do
put my head down, power through
5 o’clock soon ‘nough
2:48 pm:
so powering through
only lasted a half hour
I’m only human
3:00 pm:
two hours left – focus!
concentrate and get things done
oh, paris left jail!
3:47 pm:
having some coffee
in the afternoon feels wrong
like scotch before noon
4:59 pm:
another day done
another day that I’m paid
inadequately
these always make me laugh…then something kind of bizarre happened to me today in a government building where i work…and i thought i’d send you my tale.
As always, my goal
of getting to class on time,
was thwarted. Again.
Katie Taylor, champ,
stalled Dr. Bales before class.
Don’t want to know how…
Facebook before work.
Stupid DOE blocks it.
Smart choice, bureaucrats.
“Just READ, FLORIDA!”
Hot damn! I’m early for once.
Sweet parking at noon.
Lunch at Eatz Café.
An old lady cuts in front.
Fists of justice primed…
She apologized.
No bitch-slap necessary.
Hope they have pickles…
Ordered my sandwich.
Whoa, that’s a lot of mustard.
Mustard wrap, it is…
Holy hell, that’s hot.
What brand of mustard is this?!?
Tastes like acetone.
Security guards
are my fav’rite people here.
Stop to make small talk.
Mentioned the mustard.
One of them agrees with me.
He actually says:
“That stuff’s so hot, it’s
like the devil’s nut butter”
Wish I was kidding.
Walk away slowly.
Don’t know what to say to that.
I need a new job.
loved your adventure. “fists of justice primed” – fantastic