Work haiku

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Cathy, who sits next to me at the office, sent me this e-mail:

a man I work with
loves to make noisy tape sounds
there is no escape

And so I replied with :

I cannot stand work,
The boredom crushes my soul.
I think I might die!


Working on pictures
with gradients Tom screwed up;
He does nothing right!


Cathy's complaining
about having clammy hands.
Tom is clammiest.


Twenty-five minutes
until the work day is done.
Is it four o'clock?

Also, GIP with icon by skripka. Hands of Sean! Sean hands! Holding a mug of coffee! Mmmmm, Sean hands...