Alfredo Alave

(september 9,1982 / bacolod city, negros occidental)

How do you work?


How do you work when you’re not in the mood
Your work is sloppy, mediocre and no good
You are insensitive to the world around you
You are out of sync and don’t have a clue

How do you work when your coworker gets a raise
Because that person kisses your boss’ arse always
You worked harder but he gets all the recognition
Tell me how you work in such situation

How do manage to smile at your coworker
When you know that person is a backstabber
That no good somebody you thought was a friend
Would despise and dessert you in the end

Amidst all this, how do you keep yourself sane
You can’t escape this predicament you are in
How do you work is my question my friend
Until next time, ‘til we meet again

Submitted: Friday, September 12, 2008

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