Gimme More

Tumble outta bed
And stumble to the kitchen
Pour myself a cup of ambition
Yawnin, stretchin, try to come to life
Jump in the shower
And the blood starts pumpin
Out on the streets
The traffic starts jumpin
And folks like me on the job from 9 to 5

Workin 9 to 5
What a way to make a livin
Barely gettin by
Its all takin
And no givin
They just use your mind
And they never give you credit
Its enough to drive you
Crazy if you let it

9 to 5, for service and devotion
You would think that i
Would deserve a fair promotion
Want to move ahead
But the boss wont seem to let me in
I swear sometimes that man is out to get me

They let your dream
Just a watch em shatter
Youre just a step
On the boss mans a ladder
But you got a dream he'll never take away

On the same boat
With a lot of your friends
Waitin for the day
Your ship'll come in
And the tides gonna turn
An its all gonna roll you away

Workin 9 to 5
What a way to make a livin
Barely gettin by
Its all takin
And no givin
They just use your mind
And you never get the credit
Its enough to drive you
Crazy if you let it

9 to 5, yeah, they got you where they want you
There's a better life
And you think that I would daunt you
Its a rich man's game
No matter what they call it
And you spend your life
Going funny if you want it

Workin 9 to 5
What a way to make a livin
Barely gettin by
It's all takin
And no givin
They just use you mind
And they never give you credit
Its enough to drive you
Crazy if you let it

9 to 5, yeah, they got you where they want you
Theres a better life
And you dream that I would daunt you
Its a rich mans game
No matter what they call it
And you spend your life
Going funny if you want it



Okay so maybe it's midnight - 8... but this "9-5" has got me in a funk. And has me wondering...

Am I ever going to have a job that I absolutely... love?

I have been reminding myself, nearly daily, okay more than daily, that this is just a start. This isn't the rest of my life, this isn't all is said and done, and everyone starts somewhere.

Right?

Even if it is working straight nights, reading books, watching 90210 with the odd minute of nursing tossed in. Am I really getting paid to read trashy magazines? Am I really getting paid to write this very blog?

Yep. Twenty-five dollars and fifty-one cents an hour.

Which hardly seems enough. And there will never be enough. Enough to buy a new car. Enough to buy a portable air conditioner. Enough to buy a printer/scanner/copier. Enough. If only they would give me more hours. More hours would give me enough.

Enough money, and enough of this job.

I have no idea if what I am doing is right. But everything is worth a try. Am I making a difference? I don't know. But I really hope so. So we'll wait for what next. A casual job at the hospital or a a go at school-shifts?

I wish I knew the answer. I wish I knew the answer and it was easy.