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Just a few thoughts 8-17-12

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“You are my sunshine” is playing. The original version. Meanwhile, as I check my email on Yahoo I see a man clutching his chest in pain having a heart attack. This sort of sums up my mood this morning. A nostalgic optimism plays in the back of my graying mind as I fear the worst. I often wonder if I might just collapse from a heart attack. I heard a story yesterday about a colorful character my coworker had known. The man died suddenly from a heart attack on his way home. The way he told it, it almost sounded sweet, kind of sentimental. He just quietly disappeared. One moment here, next moment gone. But death is not sweet nor sentimental, and heart attacks are horrific. I’ve had one, and hope to never have another, although I suspect that is a vain hope. Advertising and stupid, sentimental stories. That is what I am left with this morning. Grumpy once again. I am usually pretty optimistic, or at least optimistic. Not this morning. The crappy mood from last night has carried over into this morning.

Survival. We are so concerned with survival. and yet, we all know that death lies waiting in the wings. I am worried about whether my job will become permanent, I worry about….but I won’t bore you with my worries. I know how much I hate hearing about other people’s worries. It is hard to get excited about anything these days. The election?? Now there is a truly boring subject! I suspect you would rather hear about my worries than read about the stupid election. I think Romney and Ryan will win. Who can resist a little R n’R? Besides, the country is so disappointed in Barack Obama, and tired of the boneheaded way it has governed us. I will vote for him, though, because Romney is so so so much worse!! But I think the obese haters of this country are eager for revenge. They aren’t crazy about Romney, nobody is, but they really want to defeat Obama. All of this just makes me tired and grumpy. The situation overseas doesn’t brighten my spirits either. War is looming on the horizon. Israel and Iran are bound to clash, and we will be obligated to join in. Syria can prove to be the powder keg that ignites such a war, given that Iran and Hezbollah are busy propping up the Assad regime. Too large an Iranian presence in Syria, especially if it starts showing up in Lebanon as well, will provoke an Israel military action to take them out. This, I believe, is more likely than a strike to take out a nuclear reactor. But this is all tedious to think about.

In parting, we still need to have a paradigm change, but I am not as charged up about that as I was before. It is enough for me just to get through these days and generate the necessary energy to engage the customers at my job. Probably come Monday, I will find my optimism again and have more cheerful thoughts. I hope so. I am sure I am not alone in my pessimism, but we all need to regain our strength and help to turn this thing around. Because from my vantage point, it doesn’t look good. The whole world looks like that guy clutching his chest and having a heart attack.

Can you see me?

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Can you see me?

here

under the covers

Do I have to get up again?

and go through it all

again??

Again??

Can you see me struggling?

As I ride the bus?

Can you see me motionless?

As I wait

Can you find me in the bustling crowd?

Does my face stand out?

Or I am lost out loud?

Are we even looking for each other?

How many people do we miss?

A Nasty Business

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It’s a nasty business growing old

I missed work today

Arrived feeling fine and dandy

Used the toilet and felt like I wanted to die

This is how it is for a man like me

Growing older without grace

without ease

I’m better now, time heals the disease

Got to tone things down

Stop racing around

I’m not sixteen, but close to sixty

and I don’t want to fear the toilet again

WORK

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I WATCH AS MY WORLD FALLS APART

PIECE BY PIECE DAY BY DAY

I MUST WORK TO KEEP IT ALL TOGETHER

AND SLEEP WHEN ALL IS SAID AND DONE

I MUST WORK TO RECONSTRUCT THE PAST

OR LOSE MY FUTURE TO THE DEAD

WORK IS MY DUTY TO THE GREAT SUPERVISOR IN THE SKY

WORK WILL SAVE ME THEY SAY EVERYDAY ON THE NEWS

WE ALL NEED TO WORK TO PAY OUR WAY

SO THAT SOME BLESSED DAY WE CAN PLAY

WORK TO KEEP FROM FALLING

TO PREVENT OUR DISAPPEARANCE FROM THE STAGE

EVERYTHING IS FRAGILE

OUR LIVES A BROKEN BOTTLE

AND SO WE WORK TO REPAIR IT EVERY DAY

Serious Business

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This is serious business

Wipe that smirk off your face

There is too much to do

And the bus is running late

This is serious business

I got your report and it doesn’t address

All the things we need to repair

Your performance is lax

You need to clean up your act

This is serious business my friend

No time for that, take off your hat

Get down to business and work

Work without pause, or hesitation

work when it pays and work on your own

work when you’re weary down to your bones

This is serious business

Haven’t you seen the charts?

And read the writing on the bathroom stall?

This is serious business after all

Camaraderie

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Camaraderie

Here then gone

Camaraderie

With it’s secret language

seals the bond

Confirms the yearning of the soul

For companionship in the raw

Teamwork

A common goal

And mutual respect is all

and yet there is more

To this elusive camaraderie

Unspoken, poignant, yet for those blessed

with this camaraderie

this unknown quantity

is by far the best