Another Working Day

My alarm hit me like a ton of bricks. I had to play life's game of pick-up sticks. I leapt up to put on my working clothes. There was no time to doze. Dashing about, I did, like a bat from Hell to arrive on time to my cubicle cell, wondering if I might get very far. I left my brain inside a jar. My boss looked at me somewhat askance, my underwear misplaced outside my pants, "Today, as my performance you appraise, I think it's time for a raise'".