I'm doing my vacation internship programme (VIP) right
now.
Something simple I wrote while I was bored at the office:
The Working Day
Why am I doing this
Why do I give myself pain
Sitting in front of my computer
Letting my eyes strain
VIP is what Im supposedly doing
Or so thats what they all say
But Im being treated nothing like a pop star
Or even a king for the day
My matric card proclaims me an engineer
A master of machines and pumps
But Im handling filing and menial work instead
My brain is entering a slump
The telephone is screaming at me
Demanding that I give it my attention
My, oh my, who could it be?
A client company asking for my affection?
Upon the wall do my eyes gaze
Praying for the clock to read five-thirty
But alas! Theres still hours more
The working day seems to last an eternity.
