Ditching
is not as much fun
As it used
to be
When
I was in high school
Back then
I’d ditch
Play
all day
Show back up in class
Like nothing happened
Now I’m
all grown up
I have
this load of stuff
Sitting on
my chest and head
Every last
second of the day
Even if I
ditch I still think about it
I heard
someone name it once
They
called it “responsibility”
Responsibility
sucks!
I have an
office job
It’s cushy
and easy . . . most days
Then the
universe conspires
Suddenly
what I was way ahead on
Has
evolved into “behind expectations”
Based on
several contributing factors
1. The VP of Sales is behind on
profits
2. Production planners all quit
3. Material shortages in Asia
4. A storm in the Philippines
5. The Director of Operations is
bored
6. The planets are aligned with
Venus
7. A Paleolithic cerebral cortex was
found in tact
8. The winds are out of the North
this morning
9. And the coffee was burnt by the
intern
(I don’t
even drink coffee!
Why
are you telling me all this?)
I scream
this into my own brain
But nod
understandingly in response
Affirming
my in depth comprehension
And a deep
and abiding commitment
To
the revised deadline
It really isn't that bad
I’m just
bothered
Especially
when I might have to stop
Considering the mystery of my navel
And
do some actual work
So, my old
nemesis responsibility
Rears its
ugly head
Makes me
rush, rush, rush
Like a crazy busy bee
Buzz, buzz, buzz!
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