Futility

I come home from work
every night
and collapse on my couch
in tears

I sleep and dream
discordant
lunatic dreams
of the job
and I wake weeping

I get up in the morning
to no joy
I force myself to
dress and get out the door

I weep in the car on my
way to work
I fight with myself
to enter the building

and I weep 5 or 6 times
over the course of the day

We are hemorrhaging managers
they are dropping like flies
and still the big wig’s don’t get it

today I spent a total
of 5.5 hrs
“meeting” with my interim
touchy feelsgood Supervisor

almost 3 hours of that time
was also attended by 4 of my peers
we all said the same thing
there are not enough hours in the day

and still the party line is
“buck up little princess…
you don’t know what hard work is”

the new Supervisor
likes the sound of his own voice
he listens with his lips

at the end of the day
I have spent 5.5 useless hours
explaining to the blameless Sup
that my time is wasted
because I don’t have the time
to do the job

he says that he hears
but he still says it’s my fault

if he could just get his head
outta his ass long enough to hear himself
he’d be embarrassed
if he was smart enough
to be embarrassed

I come home from work
every night
and collapse on my couch
in tears

I sleep and dream
discordant
lunatic dreams
of the job
and I wake weeping

I get up in the morning
to no joy
I force myself to
dress and get out the door

I weep in the car on my
way to work
I fight with myself
to enter the building

and I weep 5 or 6 times
over the course of the day…