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| What a sh*t job |
So here we are again, at the end of another working day bathed in an air of futility that seems almost endemic. It is said that if you smell shit for long enough you no-longer sense it , but having to swallow it in the quantities that issue forth from our "leaders", our "superiors", can make you pretty sick.
I once had a job so bad that to keep today in perspective I re-read an old poem written in 1984. It was originally titled "Room 101" but now it's called "Job Satisfaction (1984)".
Why not write a poem about your job - you may be surprised with what appears on the page.
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