An irksome quirk of thesystem at work,is the way it misinterpretsdates. If you've lived in your house since birth, the system saying:"Date cannot be earlier than date of birth"really doesn't bring any mirth. A simple symbol would be all it tookto rectify...
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You Are Sick?
Facebook says you are wellOh. You are sick? Is that what the text message on my phone says at 7:20 am Sunday morning? Yes. You are far too sick to come to work today. You will call me at work after 8:00? Oh, don't bother. Just call there now and leave a message. There is really no...
Ahhhh yes. Taking a break from planning tomorrow's work day. I gotta admit it. I am a little nervous. I have had to bring in an outside company as well as employees from various departments to assist in the madness that is....Mid March. Honestly, when you...
Calming Chaos
Ranting and rambling with extreme languageI am finding it increasingly difficult to witness chaotic confusion at work without letting it bother me. Three hours into my day and I want to scream over the radio “EVERYONE CALM THE FUCK DOWN”!!, but instead I will calm down and vent here. Lucky you.Yo...
Powerful Love - Chapter Eighteen
He just won't give upChapter Eighteen- Nick When I get home from the hospital, I head upstairs to my room and get changed for work. I quickly race out of the house only pausing long enough to make sure that the door is locked and grab my bag to do some homework on my break. O...
Make it stop!Everything is closing inWhere do I go?The box is getting smallerNo where to turnThe voices keep whisperingThe bickering never stops!No one wants to take the blameThe same thing over and overNo matter what I doIn a circle it goesFaster and fas...
The Journey
Routine madness, is madness incarnate.I dislike the journey home from work. I don’t mean I don’t like going home; it’s nice to go to a place where you feel safe and secure. I mean the actual journey itself. First, there’s the walk out of work. You’d think that would be quick, but no! Some peo...
Patrick leaned against the inspector's big white truck. It was a Chevy with an extended bed and cab. "I sold Bruce this truck. I got it from this place where I used to work in Nevada, a place that grew onions. They sprayed the ground there with sulfuric a...
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Written in the break room waiting for the day to start.Another day, more work.Tiredness looms around the corner,yet I do my duty. People buzz around,coming and going. Everyone has their own agenda,their own mission. Mine? To write poems. Data entry just fills a dull hole,but stories and poemsfill my soul. I w...
As Bruce drove home he still could not believe what had happened. He had just been hugged and kissed by Gina Giambucci, the bosses daughter. It was not a normal kiss, it was a brief yet passionate fillled tongue kiss. The hug was a strong one and you coul...
Bruce stayed with Amber until Sunday afternoon and neither one could remember a more enjoyable time. They watched TV, played cards and of course made love. They also talked and shared personal hopes, joys and sadness with each other. This weekend signaled...
Working it hard
Working hardSlide it deep,moving it fast andfaster.Working it hard and fast.Into the tight hole andit feels stuffed.Breaking a sweat,damn it is so stuffed andso tight.Working the snake in deep,pushing it deeper,pushing and moving it all around.Wow! This is hard work....
Giving Up
Yeah, whatever.I’m not doing this any more.I’m giving up,witness me!Giving up. No more trying for me.Why should I? Everything goes wrong. Love, lust, work.Might as well give up on life.Or at least this life.Get me a new one,forget this shit.Relocate, quit this country.G...
Worms Worms are what they are Lower than dirt Filthy slimy little worms How dare they steal Steal the hard work of so many The heart they put into the poems and stories They crawl out of the crap And steal the work What lazy slimy little worms Not wantin...
To William Unrewarding sound ruins a peaceful sleep The time awakens my deepened soul, Every morning, without a doubt, scarring my life Hands of mine, Taint Mother Nature’s creation Back and forth, forth and back Lost mind wandering beaten tracks Mountain...