A poem about working at a stressful organisation during the pandemic.
Lately, the days blend into one long twenty-four-hour weekly stretch of nothingness.
Long hours working from home with a sense of impending doom.
Yet another impromptu zoom meeting.
Unrealistic targets. Mounting requests.
An email from the boss titled ‘URGENT’ catches your attention.
You take deep breaths whilst responding.
Your stomach rumbles.
Skipped meals. Sore eyes.
Lately, you have neglected yourself.
I wonder — are you happy?
You seem dishevelled.
Looming deadlines. No break.
A life-changing decision must be made.
No amount of money is worth this stress.
A small voice whispers.
Resign now. Do it!
Lately, you get your eight hours of sleep.
Your side hustle is now your only source of income.
You wear contentment for clothes.
Originally posted at https://medium.com/illumination/lately-4f28f3755d17 on January 14, 2021
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