I am in misery.
For when I am in misery
The poem ceases to be
Words crafted and chiseled
From abstracted thought.
The poem begins to be me.
August 31, 2000
4.41 pm, Thursday
Stellar Sleeping
October 25, 2007
Sundays - Here's Where the Story Ends
pen & paper
estranged,
word, mind, heart & meaning,
silenced & solemn,
bowed & bound.
when none can be offered,
yet one is awaited,
i will be your poetry for the day.
Title: I Will Be Your Poetry for the Day
Date: c. March 2006
There are things that can really make you feel unwanted at work. One is a boss who has made a comment about you that "busi-busihan lang naman yan". And that will make you feel so incompetent that it will affect the way you see your job…
Then one day you see that same boss….
I have often told myself that when worse comes to worst, if I can't respect my boss, at least respect the office he holds. Tsk. Tsk… One call center I know fired an Operations Manager because an agent was able to get a picture of the former sleeping on the job.
Well, I hope this boss of mine succeeds in getting the promotion he wants. Then the floor can function again…
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