The Blue Collar World

I sometimes feel a little bit like the walls are closing in while I'm at work.  Those of my readers that also work there probably know what I'm talking about.  Actually, it probably doesn't much matter where you work--You're bound to have the same "what the hell am I doing here" thoughts from time to time.

I was reflecting recently about what kind of things I've witnessed during the 8 years I've worked there, and it's been an interesting sort of circus of sorts.  Probably pretty much the way things are in the manufacturing world.  After all, we are the people that opted out of getting that engineering degree.  Some probably didn't even make it through high school...

Business as Usual
Devoid of brain activity
the misfits come apply.
Unencumbered by intelligence
and barely getting by.

Workers that can't find a job
are welcome at LaCroix.
Brain-dead doesn't matter;
the dregs they will employ.

Some employees change themselves
after working there.
They may be male when they come in
but leave a little queer.

A new-hire's basic skills
can vary quite a lot;
They may look like they're intelligent
but they're really devoid of thought.

Some may even look deranged
but still be good at work.
They may show up unshaven
but at least their brains aren't murk.

Occasionally they turn out to be
alcoholic bums instead.
If they do show up on time
their fumes would wake the dead.

Most workers badly need their checks
they're always almost broke;
But yet they always buy their lunch
and never fail to smoke.

Many of them seem to miss
a day of work per week,
and yet they are the ones
whose finances are most bleak.

Some of us have stayed so long
our rut is way too deep
we've passed the point that we can leave--
The sides of the rut too steep.

There are often times we want
to find a different place;
a different work environment
or just a change of pace.

Even though I've been there a while,
I sometimes have a fright:
What if I find in the morning
that my job vanished overnight?

Two brothers own the company
and both are fairly old;
Their heirs don't seem to want the throne
But I'm sure they'll want the gold.

What if one or both expire?
They are getting up in years.
Will the company survive
or be the end of our careers?

I hate the thought of being forced
to join the job search fray;
To give up all I've earned and done
to job hunt every day.

1 comments:

Judy said...

Love your poem! I think we may have worked with some of the same people ;)