37.5 hours a week, the total time I realised I’m unhappy.
At first it was fun, the people are lush.
Now I’m filled with dread, I want to give up.
Not on life, but on this job,
I’ve quite simply had enough.
So I could wallow, I could cry,
But that’s not me, I’ll work hard until I die.
Instead I’ll find something new,
A place of happiness again.
I may work for the man, but he also works for me,
I just have to find the right compatibility.
We live and we die,
There’s no point wasting time.
If you’re unhappy move on,
Be productive until you’re gone.
So I’ll give it my all and be the best I can be.
Hopefully soon I’ll be writing an entry, about that new job just for me.