Working all week 9 to 5 for some money,
Demonstrating toys compared to dance is kinda funny,
Standing on my feet all day not doing what I enjoy,
Sneak an extra long break was I the best one to employ?
Counting every minute the day goes by so slow,
By 5pm I'm tired, hungry and feeling kinda low,
Missing dancing oh so bad I cannot help my feet
They hear a song come on in store start to move to the beat
With a UFO in hand and dave the monkey on,
I put a smile on my face and remind myself it wont be long,
Before I'm standing on a stage dancing to a crowd
Adrenaline pumping through my veins hearing them cheer so loud
Walking to the station the fastest I've moved all day
Just cant wait to get home wait to get some pay
5 more weeks to go the countdown has begun
Before my dancing shoes are on, Holland here I come!
Well there it is. My attempt at a poem. Slightly embarrassed to post this I eventually plucked up the courage. I think what it reflects is how down I am about the work I am in at the moment and how I cannot wait to start my contract. These are some thought that have been coming up a lot in my journal at the moment. I am anticipating the start of something new. It will be interesting to compare my feelings now with when I actually get and start my contract.
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