Someday we’ll find it

Here at work, I’m just ‘one of them’ – those production staff people who might someday get promoted out of the production department to somewhere else, if they notice and think I’m useful.

One of the people I work with just got called somewhere to talk to someone about something. It appears he’s been given some sort of opportunity to do something cool. I don’t know what, I didn’t ask. I’m the anti-social one, who eats by herself because she doesn’t like making small talk, who takes breaks at her computer because she would rather be online than outside. I’m the one who quietly accepts whatever they toss at me, and dreams about something else, not knowing what else there is. They don’t need me here, my job may be necessary but it’s certainly not difficult, and I would be easily replaced. No one specifically dislikes me, but most people don’t know who I am beyond my name (some people not even that.)

Have you been half asleep, and have you heard voices?
I’ve heard them calling my name.
Is this the sweet sound that calls the young sailors?
The voice might be one and the same.
I’ve heard it too many times to ignore it,
It’s something that I’m supposed to be.
Someday we’ll find it, the rainbow connection,
the lovers the dreamers and me.

1 Comment

  • magicwoman

    June 2, 2000 at 2:16 pm

    Usefulness . . .

    I suppose it is all relative. I know I would certainly like to do something else – but hey – even that job would cut into the other thing I really like doing even more – online chatting (but could you ever get a job at that?).

    Boring day but busy day here in Minneapolis. The day is a stunner and I am wishing that I were off so David and I could take a picnic to the park. But that’s not going to happen. So far two lawyers (out of three) have left – one more to go. But she just brought me something to do – so I won’t be able to skip out a bit early (sigh).

    About your fish entry – I don’t care for fish – but what I did was buy one of those lamps that twirls around and has a fish/ocean scene and that has been a great mental health booster. One time I filled in for a secretary that had a fish bowl on her desk and I was terrified I was going to kill them – they didn’t die but another secretary that knew about fish took the bowl to her desk (I guess I didn’t look like a competent fish bowl keeper).

    Hope you have a beautiful weekend . . . I have to work tomorrow (sigh) – but will use the money wisely I am sure when I get it (not!).