Workaween

The job is crap, my life is whack, time for another time to slack. I can't do much, I can't speak much, I;m getting nowhere in there. I feel constrained, I feel restrained, I can't do what I want to do much. I have no time, I have no life, I just get home to sleep much. I dont like it, I wanna quit, but not till i find another job now. It feels as if, I;m in a dream, I try pinching myself twice. I wince in pain, and then I damce to realise It was real all too much. I hate the job, i really do, it only been two weeks now. I wanna shout, i wanna run, i just wanna live my life now. Photocopying and data entrying, is not something i want to be doing. I need to meet people, I need to see new things, and not sit in the office all day doing the same thing. the pay is good the work is screwed, wat am i going to do?