For better or for worse,
but always with an occasional
supervisory peer
over my shoulder
to keep me in line.
"Oh yes, <Fred>,
your job is safe,
we do value your work,
just keep going
at your own pace.
We’re not too sure
where or
how exactly you fit in,
but we like
having you around,
and, hey,
somebody has to
do the odd jobs,
and we think you’re
just the man."
***
Alas,
I am not lucky enough
to have a job that I’m in love with.
My career is not my life.
Sometimes I think that
I’m just a tiny cog
in a ridiculously enormous machine -
but there are also moments
when keeping that cog turning
seems to make a (slight) difference.
I have good days
and other days.
Sometimes the other days get ugly.