I love my job! …

… do you?

YOU may be one of thousands of people who finished a vocational university degree (engineering, law, accounting etc.) and thought, “I need to get some professional experience to my name … and then I’ll branch out and do what I love!”  Two years later and you are still an engineer/accountant/lawyer.  You’ve learnt a lot and met some interesting people, but it wasn’t meant to be this way.  You have dreams of success and personal fulfillment!  Is now the right time to switch?  Is the economy strong enough or should you wait? There is no right time to stand up and go after what you’ve always wanted, but just don’t wait too long!

I Love My Job

I love my job, I love the pay.
I love it more and more each day.
I love my boss; he/she is the best.
I love his boss and all the rest.
I love my office and its location.
I hate to have to go on vacation.
I love my furniture, drab and gray,
And the paper that piles up every day.

I love my chair in my padded cell.
There’s nothing else I love so well.
I love to work among my peers.
I love their leers and jeers and sneers.

I love my computer and its software;
I hug it often though it don’t care.
I love each program and every file,
I try to understand once in a while.

I’m happy to be here, I am, I am;
I’m the happiest slave of my Uncle Sam.
I love this work; I love these chores.
I love the meetings with deadly bores.

I love my job-I’ll say it again.
I even love these friendly men,
These men who’ve come to visit today
In lovely white coats to take me away.

(source unknown)

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2 Replies to “I love my job! …”

  1. Reminds me of my own work :P (inspired by William Blake !). It’s mildly obvious I’m not loving my job. Interesting website.

    Slideshow, slideshow, burning bright
    In this meeting through the night
    What sadistic clientèle
    Could inflict all this upon me?

    From what distant client site
    Did he get this late night flight
    Does he know that I’ve been up for hours
    It’s been two days since I last showered.

    Oh what project, and what part
    Requires that I must break my heart
    I wish my heart would cease to beat
    Oh, anything to go to sleep.

    Where’s my manager? What’s his game?
    Up which rectum was his brain?
    What’s the pricing, dare I ask
    How long you think this work will last?

    Now that I’ve talked through my career
    And fixed objectives for the coming year,
    Will he smile, my work to see?
    And let me charge a fixed rate fee?

    Slideshow, slideshow, burning bright
    In this meeting through the night
    What sadistic clientèle
    Could inflict all this upon me?

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