The flood is coming to my workplace.
Time to seal and pack everything up,
Carry out the equipment pick up the pace,
Move it all out even the new cups.
I wasn't even supposed to work today,
My back is starting to kill me
If i wasn't getting paid for this,
I would definitely run and flee.
My lifting partner is a whole foot taller
I keep falling over from the weight
This cart of bats feels like a boulder,
My legs burn and it's starting to get late.
Now we have to pull up all the matts,
Put them in a high place so they don't get wet.
I'm being constantly bothered by nats,
but this is the last load, one more step.
Bergen Batting Center is practically empty.
Okay... now I can go home.
How do you always manage to get a different job every couple of months? Lol. Sounds like work was fun though especially with all the rain we got. Hope you don't have to take it all down!
ReplyDeleteI could relate to this poem because I also had to pack everything in my house because of the rain. I am glad you enjoy your job! Nicely written Angela:)
ReplyDeleteWow angela I love how you included Steven in this poem... LOL great poem ang who knew you were a poet
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