Ululuing, Jumping High 1-4 Poem by Margaret Alice

Ululuing 4.

I’m so overwhelmed this morning,
a new DDG, whatever that may be,
she requires everyone to introduce
themselves, star sign, shoe size,
explaining what right you have to
be alive, what job you think you
do and why

How often you brush your teeth
and why you won’t resign or die
within the next five years or so,
why you have a desk; lay her
suspicions to rest that YOU are
not the pest who messed up all
the budget submissions

It was not YOU who threw work
orders away - this is a new day,
following a new, glamorous,
excitingly administrative way,
I can’t contain myself, I’m
dancing in the passages,
ulululing and jumping high!


Doing Nothing At All 3.

Oh, my excitement was justified,
after yesterday’s meeting where
problems were identified, TWO
new forms have been added to
the stack of ten that have to be
filled in to keep track of every
job that’s done

Forcing clients at gunpoint to
evaluate every word that’s sent
to them, we shall halve our work
in order to prove and justify every
step with forms enough, thus all
problems will be solved – soon
we’ll be doing nothing at all

Just fill in forms, as Terry Pratchett
said, the 99% missing dark matter
of the universe is the administration
that is going on!


My Cup Runneth Over 2.

Managed to make a list of things to be done,
getting quotes for dictionaries - the excitement
is killing me – it is my favourite activity; looking up
lists brings me untold joy, I should be filled with
manic enthusiasm à la Buscaglia

The next step is compile a Production List, my
brain short-circuits immediately on discerning
so much joy in store for me; moving on, monthly
statistics, I’m losing my tenuous hold on sanity,
too much wondrous activity

Can’t contain so much happiness in my little mind,
a million questionnaires; I give up, this is too much,
such wonderful prospects, my cup runneth over,
need time to assimilate it all; a sick leave form,
then, oh joy of joys

Sublime delight, a staff meeting at ten, antibiotics
at ten forty-five, Chris explaining freezing air-con,
June claiming her brain is frozen now, Jane
wearing three jerseys and long socks, me
talking and laughing with everyone

No starting on the heavenly jobs awaiting
me; oh lovely life, oh joy is me!


Figurines In Purple 1.

Browsing yesterday, found a small violin
carved in wood, a metal ballerina and six
little figurines in purple, added all to the
collection adorning my computer

Keeping me company - a dragonfly,
dewdrops, miniature birds, roses and
flowers and two smiling wooden dolls,
my work station becomes

A place of happiness, a colourful corner
in the general drabness, a home from
home where I can be alone with my
thoughts, safely ensconced

In my earphones - the heavenly music
of my favourite operas, feeling the
magic entering my soul