It was a Friday afternoon in an office overlooking the Puget Sound. As I gazed out my window, sunshine filled my soul and music came into my head, beautiful voices ringing in joy..
One day more, another day another destiny,... I did not live until today, tomorrow I will have a party. One more day here at a desk. One more day with me not caring. What a life I might have know, but alas I'm working here..... One more day till weekend comes. Man the barricades of freedom. Do I stay? Do I dare? The time is now, the day is here!! One day more!! One day more to revolution... watch 'em run a muck.. returning to my domicile I miss it much!! Every man will be a king, there's a new world to be won! My place is here, till 3:30. One day more!! Then I can have a free for all!! Tomorrow I'll discover what my God in heaven has in store!! ONE DAY MOOOOOOOORE!!
(yes, I sing at work, and if I don't sing, I lip sink or make up new words in my head.)
I was so excited. Yes, just make it through today then its the weekend. I was so excited, I ran to message my mom my excitement. Do you know her reply?
Look down, Look down your here until you die!
Suddenly a new musical was playing out in my head, Les Miserables Du Bureau. The eternal struggle of the office worker, Do I hope and rejoice in the weekend, or do I realize...
You'll starve again, unless you learn the meaning of a job... five years for what you done, the rest for lack of imagination and ingenuity 24601. Look down, look down, you'll always be a slave, Look down look down, your standing in your grave...
Oh mom ! =(
There was a time when you were kind, and the world was a song, and the song was exciting! there was a time, then it all went wrong. I dreamed a dream in time gone by , when hope was high and life worth living, I dreamed that I had a cool job, that Gods will was my bidding. and I was young and unafraid, to dream of big things. But now I'm a secretary, I'm a slave, to bills that needed paid, and lack of confidence like thunder, as it turned my dream to shame. I spent a summer in French country side, studies filled my mind with endless wonder, but it was gone after graduation day. Still I dream it'll comes to me, that I can live my years in wonder, but there are dreams that cannot be, and there are storms I cannot weather. I had a dream my life would be so different from this hell I'm living. But life has killed the dream I dreamed...
Suddenly the struggle of my dreams battled violently against my own Javert, The Man, the job.
I am warning you Javert, I'm a stronger man by far, there is power in me yet...
you know nothing of Javert, I was born just like you, I had dreams, but they are through, you will be here all your life, you will know of toil and strife 24601....
And in my mind, it was Monday again, not Friday. Hope seemed so far away....
At the end of the day I'm another year older. At the end of the day I'm still stuck in my job. Its a struggle, its a bore, and its further from my dreams, standing about what is it for? at the end of the day I'm another day colder, another day deeper in debt, and my age is creeping up fast ready to kill... and there's gonna be hell to pay at the end of the day. At the end of the day you get nothin for nothin'. Sitting flat on your back doesn't buy any bread. But I'm lucky to be in a job, and have a place to live and have a bed. at the end of the day its another day over, with enough in your pocket to last a week. and the government threatening shut down and furlough. Roommates departing, and bills up the wazoo at the end of the day. Is there anyone here who can swear we've nothing to fear of unemployment lines? ... At the end of the day.
For a moment, it seemed hopeless, It was me or Javert, The Man.
And if I live in the debt of the thief? there is nothing on earth that we share, it is either my dreams or Javert! and my thoughts lie upon, can The Man be believed, can their sins be forgiven, will civil servants ever have reprieve? Is he from heaven, or from hell? and does he know that giving me enough from day to day, The Man has killed me even so... I'll escape now from the world, to the world of Jean Val Jean. that is where I will turn, forget Javert, I'll go on...
And a short ferry ride later I arrived home, greeted by a fluffy white little dog.
On my own, a clean and happy home. All alone I walk with him till morning. Without him I miss his fluffy whiteness, and when I lose my way, I close my eyes, and he has found me. In the rain, Seattle shines like silver. In the darkness all I see is him and me forever and forever. and I know hes always by my side, and although I know that dogs live short lives, still I say, theres a way for us. I love him, but when the night is over, I am gone, to work again without him. without him the world around me changes. I love him, but everyday I'm learning, all my life I've only been pretending. Without me, he's sad and poops to spite me. I must do more for me and him , the dream I have must be dreamed. I love him, I love him, but only on my own.....
One day more, another day another destiny,.... I did not live until today, I will live, I ll go to Europe. Tomorrow I'll be worlds away, and yet right here my world has started. One more day all on my own. One more day and I am caring. What a life I still might know, If I just will see it there.... the barricades of freedom, shall I join my brothers there? should I go ? do I dare? One more day to revolution!! I may go join some school boys after all... One day to a new beginning. EVERY MAN WILL BE A KING. There's a new world to be won. My place is here,I fight with you ... One day more.... Tomorrow I'll be far away, tomorrow is another day, tomorrow I'll discover what my God in heaven has in store- ONE DAY MORE...
and with that, my favorite songs had told a tale, I left some of the songs out. You missed the really fun part about a love in the mail room, and someones retirement, but I think you get an idea of what a day is like in my head at work on a sunny Friday afternoon, with the eternal battle of dreams and reality.
One day more, another day another destiny,... I did not live until today, tomorrow I will have a party. One more day here at a desk. One more day with me not caring. What a life I might have know, but alas I'm working here..... One more day till weekend comes. Man the barricades of freedom. Do I stay? Do I dare? The time is now, the day is here!! One day more!! One day more to revolution... watch 'em run a muck.. returning to my domicile I miss it much!! Every man will be a king, there's a new world to be won! My place is here, till 3:30. One day more!! Then I can have a free for all!! Tomorrow I'll discover what my God in heaven has in store!! ONE DAY MOOOOOOOORE!!
(yes, I sing at work, and if I don't sing, I lip sink or make up new words in my head.)
I was so excited. Yes, just make it through today then its the weekend. I was so excited, I ran to message my mom my excitement. Do you know her reply?
Look down, Look down your here until you die!
Suddenly a new musical was playing out in my head, Les Miserables Du Bureau. The eternal struggle of the office worker, Do I hope and rejoice in the weekend, or do I realize...
You'll starve again, unless you learn the meaning of a job... five years for what you done, the rest for lack of imagination and ingenuity 24601. Look down, look down, you'll always be a slave, Look down look down, your standing in your grave...
Oh mom ! =(
There was a time when you were kind, and the world was a song, and the song was exciting! there was a time, then it all went wrong. I dreamed a dream in time gone by , when hope was high and life worth living, I dreamed that I had a cool job, that Gods will was my bidding. and I was young and unafraid, to dream of big things. But now I'm a secretary, I'm a slave, to bills that needed paid, and lack of confidence like thunder, as it turned my dream to shame. I spent a summer in French country side, studies filled my mind with endless wonder, but it was gone after graduation day. Still I dream it'll comes to me, that I can live my years in wonder, but there are dreams that cannot be, and there are storms I cannot weather. I had a dream my life would be so different from this hell I'm living. But life has killed the dream I dreamed...
Suddenly the struggle of my dreams battled violently against my own Javert, The Man, the job.
I am warning you Javert, I'm a stronger man by far, there is power in me yet...
you know nothing of Javert, I was born just like you, I had dreams, but they are through, you will be here all your life, you will know of toil and strife 24601....
And in my mind, it was Monday again, not Friday. Hope seemed so far away....
At the end of the day I'm another year older. At the end of the day I'm still stuck in my job. Its a struggle, its a bore, and its further from my dreams, standing about what is it for? at the end of the day I'm another day colder, another day deeper in debt, and my age is creeping up fast ready to kill... and there's gonna be hell to pay at the end of the day. At the end of the day you get nothin for nothin'. Sitting flat on your back doesn't buy any bread. But I'm lucky to be in a job, and have a place to live and have a bed. at the end of the day its another day over, with enough in your pocket to last a week. and the government threatening shut down and furlough. Roommates departing, and bills up the wazoo at the end of the day. Is there anyone here who can swear we've nothing to fear of unemployment lines? ... At the end of the day.
For a moment, it seemed hopeless, It was me or Javert, The Man.
And if I live in the debt of the thief? there is nothing on earth that we share, it is either my dreams or Javert! and my thoughts lie upon, can The Man be believed, can their sins be forgiven, will civil servants ever have reprieve? Is he from heaven, or from hell? and does he know that giving me enough from day to day, The Man has killed me even so... I'll escape now from the world, to the world of Jean Val Jean. that is where I will turn, forget Javert, I'll go on...
And a short ferry ride later I arrived home, greeted by a fluffy white little dog.
On my own, a clean and happy home. All alone I walk with him till morning. Without him I miss his fluffy whiteness, and when I lose my way, I close my eyes, and he has found me. In the rain, Seattle shines like silver. In the darkness all I see is him and me forever and forever. and I know hes always by my side, and although I know that dogs live short lives, still I say, theres a way for us. I love him, but when the night is over, I am gone, to work again without him. without him the world around me changes. I love him, but everyday I'm learning, all my life I've only been pretending. Without me, he's sad and poops to spite me. I must do more for me and him , the dream I have must be dreamed. I love him, I love him, but only on my own.....
One day more, another day another destiny,.... I did not live until today, I will live, I ll go to Europe. Tomorrow I'll be worlds away, and yet right here my world has started. One more day all on my own. One more day and I am caring. What a life I still might know, If I just will see it there.... the barricades of freedom, shall I join my brothers there? should I go ? do I dare? One more day to revolution!! I may go join some school boys after all... One day to a new beginning. EVERY MAN WILL BE A KING. There's a new world to be won. My place is here,I fight with you ... One day more.... Tomorrow I'll be far away, tomorrow is another day, tomorrow I'll discover what my God in heaven has in store- ONE DAY MORE...
and with that, my favorite songs had told a tale, I left some of the songs out. You missed the really fun part about a love in the mail room, and someones retirement, but I think you get an idea of what a day is like in my head at work on a sunny Friday afternoon, with the eternal battle of dreams and reality.
My life is a musical too :) I love it :)
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