reminiscing over the rainbow: I LOVE my bloody JOB

I realized something today. On top of all the pressure and the hostility, I am determined to stop complaining about my work. There's not much point except creating more wrinkles on my youthful looking face and turn the cute Val into some kind of monster. Nope, I am not going to bitch about work. It's reaching the point where I am immune to this dreadful, fatal place. And so, I'm found this that expressed my feelings so damn well.

The Lost Dr Seuss Poem

I love my job, I love the pay!

I love it more and more each day.

I love my boss, he 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 piles of paper that grow each day!

I think my job is really swell;
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 won't care.

I love each program and every file.

I'd love them more if they worked a while.

I'm happy to be here. I am. I am.

I'm the happiest slave of the Firm, I am.

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 those friendly men.

Those friendly men who've come today,

In clean white coats to take me away!

Oh man, he's a great poet eh? sigh....how I bloody love my job to wish the men in white coats come to take me away too lorrrrrrrr.