last week

before i go back to school
there is one thing i must do

work for another week

huzzah.

right now, i sit and wait for the digital clock i am currently monitoring
to change to the glorious saturday hour of ten pm

and until it does, i wait eagerly in anticipation.


i like my job, don't get me wrong, but
there is something about the last half hour of work
and how it crawls by
every single shift
never does time pass so quickly in these
last thirty minutes that
you exclaim
my goodness, look at the time
instead the question
is why can't it be ten already.

exclaim or question. no difference
in the dragging half hour
you still remain.

so as the dance floors begin to crowd
lights dim
first dance commences

time on the clock still remains.