Late Friday afternoon.
A speaker brought me to my knees.
It’s 2:59pm.
He just said, “Next slide, please.”
Work
Another Monday
It’s time to rise and go to work.
My dog rolls over with a smirk.
There’s a pounding in my head.
I wonder how to work from bed.
Two cups of coffee for my thirst.
The second cup to wake the first.
It was a very long night indeed.
But a little longer now, I plead.
I should be functional by noon.
At least it will be the weekend soon.
Friday Eve
Are you sure today wasn’t Friday?
Can you check again?
Can we pretend just this once?
Maybe it’s a Leap Year?
Daily Routine
Start with coffee time.
Shower, shave, traffic, office.
Meetings, work, traffic.
Friday
Time to go to work.
Time for some coffee.
Time for lunch.
Is it the weekend?
Is it five o’clock?
Almost?
Habits
I gave up coffee for Lent.
The inspiration was heaven-sent.
I survived the headache.
Now I don’t even shake.
It wasn’t the coffee I miss.
It’s the little breaks of bliss.
Now I’m at my desk all morning.
Whether it’s dry or even storming.
I just sit at work until lunch.
I stare at the screen a bunch.
I don’t even miss the caffeine.
I just zzzzzzzzzzz.
Time Crawls
It’s only Thursday?
Monday was a holiday.
Should be Friday now.
A Day At Work
Sobbing and coffee.
Conference calls and meetings.
It is almost lunch.
Conference Call
Low background noises.
Thinking about weekend plans.
Someone called my name.
Friday
Five o’clock please come.
Brain is fried and spirit crushed.
Weekend reboot soul.