please?
"What a Girl Like Me Has To Offer an Office Like Yours," a poem.
Sometimes when I'm typing,
I look down
and I realize that I can't see my fingers anymore.
(THEY'RE MOVING TOO FAST)
Sometimes when I'm making coffee,
I glance over
and I realize that I've predicted a need for fresh coffee ten full minutes before it happens.
(BUT I'M ALSO MORE THAN COFFEE)
Sometimes when I'm old and gray and full of sleep,
I think back
and I realize what a great choice you made in hiring me for whatever open position you had at the moment!
(HIRE ME, SOMEBODY!!)
fin.
Jobs will come and go but not quite now and also not later.
