'Tis my first day, in a project new....
The PC calls out to me, beckoning, inviting
No happy faces around that i knew,
how will I survive here without fighting?
I look around with trepidation, fear;
My world this is to be, now on...
My future's fuzzy, 'twas once clear
Expectations blown away, just gone....
Managers and leads, in discussions heated..
While resources toil, and feel so cheated,
Tempers flare, the fight is on....
Still, work is done be it dusk or dawn.
At the end of a long awaited friday,
They all sigh in relief,
'Enjoy the weekend! ' they say,
'Cos it all returns, thats their belief!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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