Pantone chips flying everywhere
Clenched fists, teeth grind...
in my head I scream for help
outwardly...it's 'nevermind'!
Meetings on top of meetings
clock keeps running ahead of me...
by the time I'm back to my office
I'm scarfing lunch past three.
Pretty much chained to my desk
interruptions left & right,
conference calls every five minutes
taking work home at night.
I'm lucky to get four hours
by the time my pillow cups my head
mentally it's all to-do lists
dreaming of work instead!
Next day is as expected
yet more intense than before
left eye keeps on twitching
fabrics all over the floor...
Major production issues
corporate systems beyond me
17 years in the business
I must really love my industry!
A contest entry
- Frustration by Polaja.
1200 points, ended November 13, 2008, 40 entries
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lol all work and no play suck the life out of us and make us zombies
I complain but jeez yours is much more hectic
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Oh my this is wild
Yes indeed work and the everyday pressures and feeling no one else can do this or do some to help you see through it . It is madening at times but often I wonder is it really worth your health and how fast will they replace you should you fall from the stress where if you paced yourself and turn off the office when you go home how much more refreshed you would be and no telling how much more you would enjoy your work
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I really love the rhythm of this write, very typical of a mind racing around trying to finish everything and anticipate the things that haven't yet happened - and the left eye twitching part of this poem was absolutely hilarious
I know the feeling of this, but for me it is study and not work 
... you have expressed this excellently!
Thank you for entering
Polly
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that was cool. i feel like that sometimes, going form one clinic or client to the next , exhausting but i like it.
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Haha nice poem! I can really feel your overworked, exhausted soul churning this out... yes, in this fastpaced and breakneck society we live in, it's all about work, work, work yeah?
Great poem!
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