I work a maximum of eight hours a day
just typing away
information on my laptop
while listening to various forms of Pop
When I get the munchies
I snack on chips and crackers that I keep in my cubby
During lunchtime
I unwind from the workload and hourly deadlines
My hands and back ache
I walk the pain off with a 15-minute break
After I finish Monday nights with a mandatory OT
I run out of energy for the whole week
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