5:56 pm
The tale of what happens when it gets close to closing time
This is the story of every weekday spent
looking at the top right,
My Macbook pro, slowed down by a million
tabs in plain sight,
There used to be buffered videos and
downloaded documents,
Now there are bookmarks, there is
pocket, yet the same predicaments,
At my old job, this time meant quitting
came easy around now,
We’ll pick this issue up
tomorrow, someway, somehow,
At best this will be a bug, at
worst something that needs a fix,
It isn’t that bad, it’ll be good
in a couple of weeks,
Regress this and run that suite,
lets make sure we follow process,
Lets have a meeting pile on
another, we need our leaders to bless,
But now it’s you, it’s the clock, it’s your
cabin without a view,
You have hours and minutes and
new problems to chew,
You have the same problems, just
a smaller set of people,
You have the same headaches, just
a different source of evil,
What became of team lunches and
morale events?
What happened to planning
committees and coffees over nonsense?
It is but a function of moving to something smaller,
Punishment and learning — the hopes of
becoming a baller,
Relinquishing options for equity
and a moonshot,
Redbull, caffeine and venture
funded food for though,
What determines happiness and keeps
insecurity at bay,
At least here in the bay, dreams
never get in the way,
Plenty of dealers who encourage a
hand,
Plenty of castles made out in the
sand,
Staying lean and floating like
ice,
Untouched vagrancy, brought about
by vice,
In these 4 minutes that the A/C whirs to a
halt,
You look away, analyzing the
lines of your fault,
You head away to recharge your
batteries,
The drive back, drivel on the
radio drown out your inner sighs,
To each their own as you check your phone
stuck n traffic,
Eating out again, since cooking
stopped giving you the kick,
Is this really a worthy tradeoff
for work and your sanity?
Nothing better to throw yourself
at and no one for clarity,
Finding your calling has little
to do with a number,
But you have been clueless for as
long as you can remember
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