Time For My Soul

Pissed off and tired, I’m not paid enough for twenty hour days and all of this stuff. The phone starts at seven when things have gone wrong at three in the morning still singing their song. Planning, correcting, resolving all things that being in charge of our engineers brings. Not I don’t like it, there’s no doubt I do, it’s just I get tired when working right through. I’ve made a few changes to soften the load of the people whose workload I keep in my fold. It’s early days yet and I hope I can see the way to make changes that benefit me. My boss is my conscience, my vision my drive, the way I move forward, the reason I strive is to find better ways within our Company to help people have fun when they’re working for me. Now money’s the God that rules Company law, with profit the deity held up in awe. I have to bow down to their idol I know but there’s differing ways our devotion to show. You can sacrifice workers, then sell your own soul to the devil who claims all of the gold or promise him fortunes with far more to gain if we help all the staff to live absent from pain. Convincing directors that following me will help feed their need for more money to see is an art I have mastered with skill in my years while helping employees shed some of their fears. Although I’m successful in feeding their greed, the thing I am glad of is that I succeed in making folks lives a bit better than when they were virtual slaves to their master's pure whim. But alas I have not reached the point where I may reduce all the hours that I work every day. Now this I must make my own personal goal so I too can have fun and some time for my soul. Ivor G Davies