Campus life.

Oh dear there's shit going down at work.

Funny shit.

Like those kids handing out Green Left and 

other socialist papers

yelling

"Keep the USA out of Lebanon!"

Week one of Uni,

and I grumpily shuffle 

my way slowly

though the crowded playground 

thinking

"Keep the kids out of the canteen!"

Seriously though,

things are heating up here.

We've had one more struck down

with the dreaded Stress.

I helpfully suggested that I might get

paid for my overtime.

I'm starting a revolution from my desk

"Reward those who have no life

and stay behind after work to work!"

My boss is in a meeting right now

asking the GM just that!

I hope.

Talking with A outside

(yes we're friends again),

I told him that 

I wouldn't come here

if you paid me.

Thinking of being a student.

He said 

"You do come here,

and we do pay you."

Thinking of being a worker.

Hail work.

I do love my job,

I love the stress,

it's a good excuse when you've just

overstepped the mark and shouted

"I will NOT do it twice" 

at a manager.

(That was yesterday). 

I never seem to get in trouble,

though it's in the post, I'm sure.