‘So’ I said with my head held high
‘what skills will I be expected to apply’
‘today you’ll be photocopying, doesn’t that sound ace’
Those words wiped the smile off my face.
The hours passed slowly, sheet after sheet
My legs were killing, wish they’d given me a seat
At the peak of my boredom the machine broke down
Just as this happened, there came a loud sound
A bell went off! And everyone rushed out
I stood there confused, I was in doubt
A voice at the end of the hallway yelled out and cried
‘A fire drill is in practice, everyone outside!’
So there we all stood, in the cold and rain.
But I guess this was standard procedure, who was I to complain
I made my way, drenched as a pool
In my weaker moments I said ‘I miss school’
Tuesday morning ‘where the hell is the bus?’
Now I was bound to make a fuss
Looked at my watch and said ‘now I’m doomed’
An old man standing next to me politely assumed
‘Just tell them about the bus and you’ll be okay’
I turned to him and said ‘that’s the excuse I used yesterday!’
Arrived at work, late once again
This time it was quarter to ten
‘So what shall I do today? A round of photocopying once more?’
‘No’ she said ‘I’ve got something you’ll adore’
‘See those documents on the table?’
‘File them away and make sure they’re labelled.’
I started right way didn’t want any trouble
Got to filing on the double
The days flew bye in the blink of an eye
And I wasn’t ready to say goodbye
For things were just starting to become swell
And I found I was enjoying myself
With all the stapling and Filing and scanning that I had
I thought to myself, this isn’t so bad
As I got to know the staff, they turned out to be nice
Then came the Friday, we said our goodbyes
An employers report was to be written and update
But what would it be with all those lates
I opened the booklet and to my great joy
It said a polite, competent, hardworking boy
By Imran Alam
