Time to go to work.
Time for some coffee.
Time for lunch.
Is it the weekend?
Is it five o’clock?
Almost?
Work
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.
Was “NotAmazon Co.” taken?
I would write about Kyndryl
Like many analysts now will.
But it’s just too stupid a name.
I assume a Millennial committee
In some overcrowded city
Took months to create this stupid name.
Some marketing manager said,
“Alas, the old IBM is dead!”
“Just don’t buy a vowel.”
As a new corporate name.
I find it quite inane.
And it fights Amazon and Google.
A division that was once vaunted
But at last no longer wanted.
Why not just name it “Ginny”?
Friday
The future is no longer bleak.
We made it through another week.
Wednesday, I wouldn’t bet this way.
And yet, tomorrow’s Saturday.
Two days to rest and recoup.
Time for salads and for soup.
That was a joke, people.
Time for pizza and sundaes.
A lot of meetings passed me by.
I went to them all, and did not cry.
I learned a lot and stored it away.
It’s all forgotten by next Monday.
Crack of Dawn
One last meeting
Before I can go home.
But I’m in India,
So it’s your first meeting.
Video conferencing is the bomb.
Teams can be anywhere,
And still can get together.
The world is one conference room.
It’s 5:30pm in Bangalore.
It’s 2:00pm in Budapest.
It’s 7:00am in Dallas.
We can still all meet.
I’m the one in Dallas.
I haven’t had enough coffee.
There may not be enough coffee.
Time zones are a bitch.
Self-Isolation
Bored.
Oh, Lord.
I’m bored.
Working at home.
(Like I was before.)
Let me explain.
In January,
I broke my ankle.
Broke my foot as well.
The doctor asked,
“This was one fall?”
Splint, boot, cast, boot.
My doctor said I should stay off it.
Avoid traveling.
So, I was stuck at home.
My wife said, “At least you work at home.”
Annoyed.
Very annoyed.
But it was my fault.
April,
I can walk!
I’m free at last!
Bad timing.
Everyone said,
“Stay home!”
“Avoid everyone!”
“Work at home!”
“Don’t travel!”
So, it’s pretty much
Like breaking my foot again.
Except I didn’t.
So, I’m annoyed.
And, I’m bored.
Oh, Lord.
I’m bored.