March 2013
It's a sort of hollowness
a melancholic empty
Things aren't going right. Nothing has.
And it's going on two years. For a full
twenty-two months there has been little constant
and even less certain.
But something comes into focus not.
I'm not satisfied. Not here. Not in this job.
Not at this company. Not with these people.
Laid out like that, it seems harsh. An exaggeration.
Deep down, though, I'm afraid it isn't.
I can do more, offer more, be more. And
unfortunately there seems to be no moving up
from what I'm doing now.
Zero advancement.
I can't see a long term future here.
Of course, after 6 positions in 2 years,
long-term seems like it's hardly possible at all.
Nearly all those running production when I
started have decided to bow out, or have been sacked.
I just wonder
should I leave
before I'm next on the chopping block
8/21/13
Relief
It's a warmness that starts at my center
near my heart
And expands
When I went into the office of my boss's boss
I didn't know
why
But there was the contract
On her desk
A glance reveals the highest in the salary range
stated by the temp agency
Giddiness
I've made it
Two years and three months
And I finally feel
I'm in the place I should be
The differences are startling!!! I'm so glad that there's this positive change. I like it. :)
ReplyDeleteFor a second I didn't look at the time stamps on the right side of the page and I read the first poem and FREAKED OUT. I was like, OH NO EVERYTHING IS BAD FOR ALLYA AT WORK AGAIN!
ReplyDeleteFortunately, that was not the case.
I'm glad things have been going to much better for you. It amazing to see what a difference six months has made. I feel like those same two poems in those same two time slots pretty much apply to my life too. Haha. We must be on the same universal time line.
So, so proud of you. <3