the job finds you

i didn't last

long,

in the office job.

despite

my ability to get along

with everyone

and organize happy hours,

and after

work parties,

it was the work that

did me in.

the cubicle,

the ancient radio shack

computer

and printer.

the long hours

of nine to five

in a cheap suit, drinking

cups of coffee

all day,

and junk food.

the meetings, the evaluations,

the mundane

tasks

i was assigned to.

it all depressed me, made

me sad.

i'd look out the window at

someone

picking up

trash, and long for that job.

i'd imagine myself in

the orange jumpsuit,

with the long stick 

with a nail in it,

tidying up the parking lot.

ahhh, what bliss.