“So…what do you do for a living?”
“I tell people where to go and how to get there”
is how I always respond…which is mostly the truth
as I’m a dispatcher for a trucking company
and part of my job is telling our drivers where
they’ll be loading or delivering and
providing them with detailed directions
“Don’t you wish you could work outside?”
I’m kneeling down beside a row of plants
with a long forked tool
to get down to the roots of dandelions
in order to remove them…
knowing that far too soon they’ll grow back
and I still have a hundred rows left to do
that I’ll never get to.
I can pretty much tell you
down to the second
how much longer I have to spend
picking weeds and
before I can go home.
“Nope. I like my desk-job”
“Have you thought about sales?”
I’ve knocked on at least
a hundred doors today.
Can’t say that I’ve had any
slammed in my face…
…but pretty close!
This morning I woke up sick to my stomach
because of this insurance selling job…
and that’s the way it’s been for nearly two weeks now
To make matters worse, this is strictly
commission, and I haven’t made a single sale.
I think I’ll call my supervisor and tell her,
“Nope, I’ll keep this job. Thanks!”
I’ve had my share of miserable tasks
and maybe I’m not making
a six figure income, but
money can’t buy happiness
and happiness is worth
Over at dVerse, Bjorn is having us use flash-backs in our poetry…so I decided to highlight a couple of horrible jobs that I have had (I could have included a few more, but I didn’t want to make this poem into a book)