Ode to My Desk

Oh how you wrap around me like a vicious cobra and squeeze my breath out.

You are grey with smudges of permanent marker staring up at me like a child w/ chocolate on his face.

Organization of folders and office supplies keeps me from hating you w/ every ounce of my being. Neatness counts, as I've always been told.

A teddy bear sporting a T-shirt of my glorious University sits in the corner w/ oversized sunglasses on as if to laugh and say to me: You will never live this easy life again.

Pictures of my fun life scatter over cubicle walls and sit on you looking back at me w/ a tear. Jimmy Falon is looking at me... and I don't want him to see me like this.

A calendar of how many vacation days remain for me within the year... not many, I assure you.

The blackness of my keyboard clicking in front of me as I stare down at my hands and notice all the dust and crud between the keys, thinking... how can I have let this get so out of hand.

Paper clips, stapler, pads of paper, white out, rubberbands, tape, business cards... all sitting in a neat pile... wishing I would throw them around the room in a frustrated rage. Wishing....

My phone... the sound of the ringer makes my spine tingle w/ hopes that it isn't someone calling telling me to stay until the wee hour of the morning to finish something when I have been sitting around doing nothing all day long.

Post-It notes stuck on every available surface reminding me of deadlines and screaming for tasks I still need to accomplish during the day... schedule hair appointment, buy gift on Amazon, balance check book, pay bills, plan out grocery list, etc....

Desk... how I loathe you and everything you stand for: my prison, my demise, my endless job at a place where I won't grow and prosper (geez... sounding a little Trekki here).

Have a nice day!