Floundering in Some Undiscovered Circle of Hell

All I want is a job that

Doesn’t mentally and physically

Exhaust me in exchange for

Zero personal fulfillment


If I could make a living,


Rescuing horses

At least I could look at my

Exhaustion and go

“Wow, these horses are safe

And healthy

Because of me”

Or if I resurrected old houses

To their former glory,

I could look at them and go

“Wow, I preserved a little

Slice of history”


But instead, I

Exchange bits of my health

Physical and mental

For putting things in boxes

For people I will

Never meet and

Being told I need to do it faster and for no show of appreciation

Even though I can feel the spider veins growing and throbbing and the shooting, bright pains in my fingers and elbows from constantly moving my hands, lifting heavy things, for hours on end and

For what??

To keep a rented roof over my head and have something to complain about??

What have I done to deserve having to resort to a place like this for employment?


It’s nine at night

And I’ve already been tired

For five hours.