the corner office dream

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Working hours that did not once exist,

As minutes tick and stars come out

And cleaners creep out from the lifts

With dusters and their Henry Hoovers

Ready to work through the night, but so are you.

That big promotion seemed enticing

When they dangled money bags, the promise of

The car, the house out in the ‘burbs.

But are you really loving this?

The view from thirty floors up there,

An office in the corner, views across the park,

The one they all fought for,

The one that you did win

Doesn’t seem enticing now,

More a prison, less a gift.

I have never really had a proper job before, so I’ve never really had the opportunity to fight for a corner office. However, I know from watching lots of movies that this is supposed to be the dream.

When I start my job properly in September, I will have a room of my own which feels like my equivalent to the corner office. I feel like I am absolutely winning at life!

I know that I’ll probably moaning that it’s too cold in winter and like a sauna in the summer. I’ll probably be complaining that it’s the only four walls I seem to see while I’m awake. I’ll be just like that account manager or company director that got the corner office and then saw it as a prison.

I’m excited, but I need to remember that the classroom I’m given isn’t my new home. I’m still entitled to a life outside that room.

Much Love

Rachel xx