Paid Time Off

Nothing excites more than a seven day work week high-

Working towards carpal tunnel syndrome as life passes by-

No time to socialize with my friends or have dinner with family-

I survive on carry outs, naps and overtime this lifestyle is normal to me-

How many hours did I put in this week? Heck I’ve lost count-

Maybe fifty, sixty or seventy, but it doesn’t seem to mount-

I can never slow down, I’m a busy body at the pinnacle to please-

I’ve never called out of work…not even for a funeral, cough or sneeze-

My boss gloats at my perfect attendance and said I’m deserving of a promotion-

He said I have a strong work ethic…don’t know what gave him that notion-

I never dream of asking for a person day…I want full throttled office bliss-

Everything completes me the copier, fax machine, E-mail; what else is on my list?

Break room coffee, co-worker drama, meeting deadlines just to name a few-

Filing, stapling, clipping and stacking until my work pile is through-

Everything here just makes sense, it could be my personal heaven-

I’ll work double time today so I can get off around eleven-

Then one day out of the blue, my boss showed me our company’s policy notation-

I’m sorry but according to the books your required to take a five month vacation-

You have accrued too much paid time off that you were unwilling to take-

Be happy your going to be on a company paid break-

But Sir I cry, what in earth will I do?

My days are made to work for you-

I’m sure you’ll find relaxation a good change, we’ll be here when you return-

Live a little…taste the free world, travel to see what you can learn.

But Sir I don’t like to travel or have hobbies to call my own-

I cant think of any torture more agonizing then being at home-

What will I do to keep everything sane?

How will I occupy or feed my brain?

I don't know what to say-

But only your vacation starts today-

I felt butterflies in my stomach… I don’t know what you would call it-

Maybe I’m sick in a way…Maybe I’m a peppy, raging workaholic.