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Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Guess Who's Back?!!!!! (No, not Slim Shady... Marshall Mathers... aka Eminem).

... no, just your favorite neighborhood blogger: ajabatwork. I know, "It's been a long time... I never should've left you"....

Ok, I admit that after a long bout of waiting eagerly, then anxiously for more feedback from you, I decided to take a major hiatus (almost a year in fact) from this endeavor. I believed that dropping this blog would make me feel better, more industrious, etc., but it didn't; it actually had the opposite effect. I had been job-searching; writing a piece the examiner.com (for free) and, studying real-state... (not a particularly ambitious occupation-load, I know, but it was something). Still, once I began to wallow in angst, and resentment about one of my major, old pet peeves: doing work for free... I froze up, and could do nothing. The good news is that something modestly useful has come from my dearth of productivity; it's a lesson... a morale, which I'll share to boost your day, your week, your life, and your job search.... Ready? Here it is... ... ... dunt, dunt, dunt, dunnnnnnnn...... (and please remember that you heard it here first): The More You Do, The More You Can Do; the less you do, the less you will be able to do. All right kiddies, on that note, I'm letting everyone out early today, so that we can all go out and be successful. But, I'll also leave you with a link to another blog, like this one, but with a more serious bent (the competition: MikeSRobinson, so to speak. Nooo... not reaeaealy.) When your done being serious over there, come back here, and for God sakes leave me a comment to let me know what you think (of his, or mine, or about the new tax bill, which is going to extend and expand the Bush-era tax cuts, and further extend unemployment). You know the drill; I don't care what you talk about, as long as you're saying it to me : ) I missed you all!!!!

A Jab At Work Poetry (Poetry about Work)

“Work” by AJA-B, 08/30/09

The life I live is full of Joy,
But fool of sadness have I been,
If rumblings uttered prove us coy,
Then, truth be told both where, and when,
Was once a pair that teetered then,
O’er brinks or hills,
That they could scarce,
Find liquid, bars of salt, but bills,
And toil, though notice paid none dare’st,
To sweat, and pack, and tape, and wrap,
To call, and quest, rebuffed for cost,
To drive five states, and back, for gas
Traverse, from here to there to drink,
While aching back, and sweat-soaked shirt,
Proved naught the laborers’ worth, but stink,
And why should hecklers, wreckers blurt,
And hurl insults until they hurt,
While hypocrites sit conditioned in,
Till out a pair sent all they’d earned,
To others seeking extra, win,
‘gainst those that taught themselves, and learned,
Volumes, nearly choked and burned,
As plumes of hate, and stacks of smoke,
Sparked flames, which brinksmanship, did stoke,
Hellacious fires that GOD awoke,
& Smote the devils’ flames whose’ fire,
Could not the heights of clouds aspire,
& Up the pair in now a shell,
found seeds to plant that vines did swell,
Fat, filling, fruit and tasty cheer,
Revealing teeth, “from ear to ear,”
Now brimming, happily forgiving, hope,
Refilling cranial stores to find,
Surviving, counts for little more than sustaining life, and wasting time.

Digressing now though more is there,
I advise you work, but ne’er care,
Hard work, and success are not the same,
But without the first you’ll reap the blame,
For being weak, and seeming lame,
To end I wish you all the best,
Catharsis exhausts, I needs must rest,
Good luck, “You’re hired” I hope you’ll find,
To ease your cares, and soothe your mind.

© 2009 AJA-B

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