Proverbs 12, Verse 11
"Hard work means prosperity; only a fool idles away his time."
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CHIPPED WISDOM:
(Apologies, all. I left work today approximately two-and-a-half hours late. This one's gonna be small. And that's what she said.)
HOW I HATE
WORKING PAST THE POINT WHERE ONE WOULD NORMALLY STOP WORKING
When you get home late from work,
At least nobody treats you like you're a dickhead.
When you're stuck in a long line of cars,
You feel like you're stuck behind prison encasements.
When your higher ups don't seem to care,
That you're shitting a brick in your underclothing,
You have to question why,
You're wearing a nice shirt and cravat.
You're staring at the clock on the wall,
And you know some people are having a festivity.
Your nerves are rattled and wracked,
And you feel like you're being assaulted.
You know your family should come first,
And you feel like you're going to implode.
Working late is for the birds,
Who make sloppy, white little droppings.
I feel like my time is going straight down a manhole,
And I feel like a really big troglodyte.
If only I got paid overtime,
It'd be worth every last nickel and ten-cent-piece.
You might have noticed that this shit doesn't rhyme,
And that's because that would have taken far too many combined increments of measurements that record the passing of one moment to the next.
So.
There.
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