Is it Friday yet?

This poem sums up my mood about work quite nicely. Is it Friday yet?

An Ode to the Job That's a Pain in my Side

My job is unfulfilling and I don't know what to do
Sometimes I think my office is more like a zoo

Hoping to pull myself out of a work-imposed funk
I filled my cubicle with smile-inducing junk

Minutes tick by and soon it is noon
I sit at my desk, and eat soup with a spoon

Dreaming of being on a beach or cruise ship
I would go for a less exotic type of trip

Doing anything but this, anywhere but here
Being a Starbuck's barista or serving drunks beer

My eyes, they glaze over, as I read some reports
And in my head I think of smart-ass retorts

"You think I'm not succeeding? And you want to know why?"
"Because in my car driving here, I break down and cry"

I don't play the game well and I don't pretend I do
But I want to feel like a person, not gum on one's shoe

Maybe I'm not cut out to be an office worker
Maybe I should just become a famous blog lurker?

Or maybe I should leave it all and go back to school-
I would be a theater major and be instantly cool

I would study acting and give 21 year-olds a run for their money
Because I know how to play a secretary, let me tell you, honey!

Or maybe I'd say "Screw it!", take math, and become a nurse
Because I know alot about diabetes & it didn't get me anything, except a big purse

But to have money to do that you have to work
Even if that turns you into a cold, heartless jerk

Being that way gets you to up the corporate ladder
But your employees are disgruntled, do you hear their chatter?

I work hard, try my best, and hope to strive
But, enough for today, thank God it is 5!