It’s not stimulating work, but it’s centering in a way;
it’s refreshing to focus. Typing names and contact numbers
like fingering rosary beads, repeating the company name
into the phone over and over like a mantra.
Work isn’t work; it’s a relationship: a friendship
or a marriage or a rivalry, and I can’t ever seem to get
past casual dating. Do I have commitment issues
or have I just never found something I could connect with
enough to devote more of myself than the “meager”
nine-to-five? Like any relationship, you get back
what you put in, and thus it seems impossible to find
work strong enough to wield my full weight
without forcing me to sign away my soul.
This job is the stool in the corner where society makes sit
all dissenters who won’t take their work as their life,
who won’t bare more than one marriage, to be punished
with minimum wage, or cheap job title, or just boredom.
This job is not me, except the white of my thumb nail,
except the scraps I can spare, but it’s not unpleasant.
This blind date is never going to stand at the altar with me,
but he laughs at my jokes and buys me a hot meal
and there are worse ways to spend an evening.
What's your relationship with your job: a close or casual friendship, a happy or unhappy marriage, a stimulating or frustrating rivalry, a passionate or tragic love affair, or something else?