being given odd things to do at work ...
i find you are not given anything to do at all at work ...
or theres some sort of box ticking job
that becomes a surreal exercise in futility
and you end up in an office all on your own looking
around to see if anyone will notice you
um having a play time
and so you wander out and have some coffee
with the other box tickers sitting on the desks like
its St Trinians and thinking about how do they cover the
overhead costs and all the neon strips and stuff
when nobody is doing anything
and its blazing sunshine outside an you are sitting
behind this dusty window and sometimes i would just
walk you know one morning i did actually phone up the boss
and say that i was staying off work because it was a sunny day ...
9.30am
an then theres the meetings ... with minute taking and stuff
where we discuss meetings and what to do at other
meetings and whether the format of meetings could be
changed and will we meet our targets and
shall we meet with some other colleagues to discuss the next meeting
an instead of doing work you end up dealing with someone
bitchy comment about your bin liner outfits
or your brillo pad hair
and you're just here for a short time are you
and one of the bosses looked like she
was going to faint when i did actually produce
a technical drawing
oh my god ...
um yeah this is like what i was employed to do
you know it ws jut a cross section
it just seemed like some apocalyptic event
that a piece of work had been produced
that was in Euston Tower ... it was quite surreal in
there with very ill looking hobbit like
creatures on lots of heart meds and stuff
their hands all grey and limp when you shook it
or one time i was having a wank
in the toilet and a lady came in and said
that she would carry on until the cows come home
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