Medicated

Wonderful words, Cav. Routine is a slow death...

Thanks drom. I tried office work, a long time ago and decided it was either quit or hang myself with my own tongue, the attempt of which would have been far more interesting than the job. I think you should take a peek at the last entry in the profanity thread. I dug up a rare deleted Eliot limerick...

Weirdly, I checked it out before reading this; our minds must be on an unusual synch. You know that I will always laugh loudly about good Eliot-related humour . (There's not much of that these days...)

O, the only office job that I ever had was working out gas bills-- was yours more boring than this? (I'm guessing that it was.) I threw it in after a day and a half. I can't stand office politics, or being stuck in one place...

When I was younger, I took on a few horrible jobs, just to make a little disposable cash. I worked in a print shop, did filing for an accountant and a laywer, and spent two days as a theatre usher as a teen. I did work for a contractor for a bit, painting houses and doing some construction work but was fired because honestly, I have no clue how to do any of that stuff.

I'm very impressed with your poem, cav. To me, it's not just about work, but also about struggling with personal pain by blocking it out & going through the motions of living.

Thanks msolga. I suppose that must mean it's good poetry, if it works on different levels. I was pleased with it.

I like your interpretation, Olga.

Oh no! How did you get a job painting without knowing how to do it? Was there any particular reason why your ushering lasted a few days? Thinking about things, I have only ever had that job, and a job in lecturing, that were jobs that I did for others... I guess that I prefer reaping my work's benefits for myself...

Contractor job, dad is an architect, he was trying to do me a favour setting me up there.

Usher job, first puke clean-up, I was out of there. As the 'junior', my Nazi boss made me do all the really crappy jobs.

cavfancier said....'i was out of there.....'



(I had a FEW of those experiences, Cav... unfortunately, I couldn't
"quit" the job, they were my children...)

Stunning, stark, sad and vivid - all wrapped in a spicy burrito!