h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

22nd.

It's awful here!

Everyone moans about their job.
The master of moans is Moaning Bob.

He hates the shifts, the rates of pay.
Hates the boss, his working day.

Bob's been there for twenty now.
Changed for the worst, he'll tell you how.

Bob thinks it's such a dreadful place.
See the scowl upon his face?

He hasn't smiled for twenty years.
He'll die at work he sadly fears.

I've worked for worse, much worse it's true
But Bobs addicted to feeling blue.

Hates the clients, hates the staff
I think Bob's forgotten how to laugh.

He trudges in, a great big grump
Twenty years he's had the hump.

Why don't you leave, why don't you go?
Try something new if you hate it so?

Bob's face twitches, full of tension.
In just fives years, I'll get my pension!

So Bob plods on in clouds of gloom
Can't bear to be in the same room.

So before you moan about your job
It could be worse, you could work with Bob!

This is another poem!

Yes indeed

I know this kind of "Bob", and I know it is easier said than done to get a new job if Bob's not happy, but it won't happen if Bob doesn't try... It is possible, and the hard work pays off eventually (smug )

For those interested in reading more on the topic of this day's poem, we refer you to next week's issue of : A87900528 will be a fun read!