This office is stifling my creativity.
(Let me out)
Fluorescent lighting, blinding me with its incessant glare.
(Talked the maintenance man into turning the one above my desk off)
Constant whirring of the server fans.
(Why they're not in a closet somewhere is beyond me)
Sauna-like heat radiation.
(It's amazing I even stay awake in here - anyone heard of AC?!)
Lack of windows to the world.
(I really wish I could see outside)
Piles & piles of work waiting to be done.
(At least the day goes by)
Neverending to-do lists.
(I can't even keep track anymore)
(You want WHAT?!!! Done WHEN?! TODAY?!)
Yet another change, edit, revision, policy...disaster.
(No one really knows what we are doing around here, do they?)
(I would love to talk shop, really, come on in!)
(Need I say more)
Or is it that I have too much on my mind to even concentrate on work.
(These days, it's just better to be asleep)
This song is the chaos of my mind right now:
Work? What work?!