Thursday, 2 May 2013







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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