An irksome quirk of thesystem at work,is the way it misinterpretsdates. If you've lived in your house since birth, the system saying:"Date cannot be earlier than date of birth"really doesn't bring any mirth. A simple symbol would be all it tookto rectify that silly mistook. "Equal to or greater than",not simply "greater than",and I'd whizz through that formin the manner of wham-bam. Programs I understand a little of,but f...

Oh. You are sick? Is that what the text message on my phone says at 7:20 am Sunday morning? Yes. You are far too sick to come to work today. You will call me at work after 8:00? Oh, don't bother. Just call there now and leave a message. There is really nothing to talk about. I mean, you are just the Supervisor. I only scheduled you all weekend because I am a mean, vengeful person and the worst boss ever. I didn't schedule...

Ahhhh yes. Taking a break from planning tomorrow's work day. I gotta admit it. I am a little nervous. I have had to bring in an outside company as well as employees from various departments to assist in the madness that is....Mid March. Honestly, when you've recruited gardeners to help in housekeeping, well, you know things are serious. Things are beyond serious....here....let me give a brief back story (haha-I may get lo...

I am finding it increasingly difficult to witness chaotic confusion at work without letting it bother me. Three hours into my day and I want to scream over the radio “EVERYONE CALM THE FUCK DOWN”!!, but instead I will calm down and vent here. Lucky you.You see, the problem is, most of my staff is not “seasoned.” They have no idea what mid-March and spring break will bring us. I do. A fucking flood of people with unimagina...

Chapter Eighteen- Nick When I get home from the hospital, I head upstairs to my room and get changed for work. I quickly race out of the house only pausing long enough to make sure that the door is locked and grab my bag to do some homework on my break. On the drive, I get a phone call but ignore it believing it to be one of my parents calling to check that I’m on my way to work. When I arrive at the restaurant, I race in...

Make it stop!Everything is closing inWhere do I go?The box is getting smallerNo where to turnThe voices keep whisperingThe bickering never stops!No one wants to take the blameThe same thing over and overNo matter what I doIn a circle it goesFaster and fasterWhere do I turn?I look to my left, then to my rightI hide beneath the counterI hear giggles coming around the cornerI have no where to goI'm trapped!My boys shout, "Yo...

I dislike the journey home from work. I don’t mean I don’t like going home; it’s nice to go to a place where you feel safe and secure. I mean the actual journey itself. First, there’s the walk out of work. You’d think that would be quick, but no! Some people walk really slowly, and if I’m stuck behind them, my footsteps tend to be sarcastic. I never knew it was possible to express feelings in a gesture, like sarcasm with...

Patrick leaned against the inspector's big white truck. It was a Chevy with an extended bed and cab. "I sold Bruce this truck. I got it from this place where I used to work in Nevada, a place that grew onions. They sprayed the ground there with sulfuric acid. The acid worked against the alkaline salts in the the ground and made the soil so stuff would grow."  Patrick patted the truck as he said. "This was a spray truck. I...

Another day, more work.Tiredness looms around the corner,yet I do my duty. People buzz around,coming and going. Everyone has their own agenda,their own mission. Mine? To write poems. Data entry just fills a dull hole,but stories and poemsfill my soul. I watch as people watch me,unaware that they may featurein a story or poem. The wet and windy day outsidejust serves to inspire me more,though I do wish the wind would shut...

As Bruce drove home he still could not believe what had happened. He had just been hugged and kissed by Gina Giambucci, the bosses daughter. It was not a normal kiss, it was a brief yet passionate fillled tongue kiss. The hug was a strong one and you could not have slipped a piece of paper between their bodies.He could still smell her exotic perfume and feel her silky arms around his shoulders. He was so caught up in the...

Bruce stayed with Amber until Sunday afternoon and neither one could remember a more enjoyable time. They watched TV, played cards and of course made love. They also talked and shared personal hopes, joys and sadness with each other. This weekend signaled a change in their status and both wondered what the future had in store for them, neither thought it would go this far. Monday arrived at it signaled new school and work...

Slide it deep,moving it fast andfaster.Working it hard and fast.Into the tight hole andit feels stuffed.Breaking a sweat,damn it is so stuffed andso tight.Working the snake in deep,pushing it deeper,pushing and moving it all around.Wow! This is hard work.Working it with both hands,going fast and deep as I try to rip it apart.Make it drain and making the fluids flow.Oh! almost got it.Oh yes!I can feel it.It is done,Breathi...

I’m not doing this any more.I’m giving up,witness me!Giving up. No more trying for me.Why should I? Everything goes wrong. Love, lust, work.Might as well give up on life.Or at least this life.Get me a new one,forget this shit.Relocate, quit this country.Get somewhere else,just fuck off,who cares about independence, anyway?Start another business,or continue with the old.Make jewellery and sell it.I hear women like jeweller...

Worms Worms are what they are  Lower than dirt Filthy slimy little worms How dare they steal Steal the hard work of so many The heart they put into the poems and stories They crawl out of the crap And steal the work What lazy slimy little worms Not wanting to do the work Hope these worms are caught And used as bait That's all they are good for

To William Unrewarding sound ruins a peaceful sleep The time awakens my deepened soul, Every morning, without a doubt, scarring my life Hands of mine, Taint Mother Nature’s creation Back and forth, forth and back Lost mind wandering beaten tracks Mountainous regions, a hefty challenge to climb Body’s tear cries for comfort Temple of mine, defaced for no true man Limp, driftwood I become. Andrew Cole 30/06/2009