Going To Work
Going to work is a trip everyday. I feel like a robot
already programed. When I wake up in the morning
I take a quick shower to wake me up. I grab a cup
of coffee and run out to my car.
I have to beat the traffic and that's no fun, when
everyone else is doing the same. Sooner or later i get
stuck. Some fool had an accident it wasn't my fault, but
I get stuck just the same.
After a while we start to move on, then it starts to go
smooth, until we start to pick up speed , then everything
is a mess. It is not easy to be on the freeway. If you go
too slow, you can get hit from behind. If you go too fast
you will get a ticket.
What is a working person suppose to do? I just go along
with the flow and pray that I get out in one piece. I soon
see my exit and out I go. I get to my job, by now I need
another cup of coffee. If no one has made it I make it myself.
After the coffee I am awake and start my work day. Like a
Zombie i do my chores, until it's time to go home. I feel good
I've made my day. life is not easy, but some of us have to
work, for a paycheck that's not even enough.
I thank God for giving me this job, otherwise I wouldn't be
going to work everyday. Going to work is a trip, but it pays
for the food at the end of the week. God bless America and
Thank God that we are free...
11/11/2012
Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo
Copyright © Lucilla Carrillo | Year Posted 2012
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