Friday, 5 March 2010

Less than 28 years to go

I don't know if I'll have this job until my pension, but I'm enjoying myself. I make a lot of unbilled hours because I like certain things to be done a certain way (and if you want them done right, you have to do them yourself) and because they're helpful in expanding my skills. I'm also finding out a lot about office politics from my direct boss.

Apparently job prospects are looking up, but job-hopping is out - according to some other train commuter's free newspaper front page yesterday. A tenuous excuse to post this. I grew up listening to Donovan, my mother was a big fan, I could sing songs like Universal Soldier, Mellow Yellow and Colours by heart (still remember most of it now...)

Gold Watch Blues

I went up for my interview on the fourth day of July.
Personnel he questioned me until I nearly cried,
Made me fill in forms until I shook with fear
About the colour of my toilet roll and if my cousin's queer.

Here's your goldwatch and the shackles for your chain
And your piece of paper sayin' you left here sane.
And if you've a son who wants a good career
Just get him to sign on the dotted line and work for fifty years.

He asked me how many jobs I'd had before.
He nearly had a heart attack when I answered, four.
Four jobs in twenty years, oh, this can never be
We only take on men who work until they die.

Here's your goldwatch and the shackles for your chain
And your piece of paper sayin' you left here sane.
And if you've a son who wants a good career
Just get him to sign on the dotted line and work for fifty years.

He took me outside to where the gravestones stand in line.
This is where we bury them in quick-stone and in lime
And if you come to work for us on this you must agree,
That if you're going to die please do it during tea
Break!

Here's your goldwatch and the shackles for your chain
And your piece of paper sayin' you left here sane.
And if you've a son who wants a good career
Just get him to sign on the dotted line and work for fifty years.

This story that you heard you may think rather queer
But it is the truth you'll be surprised to hear.
I did not want no job upon the board,
I just wanted to take a broom and sweep the bloody floor.

Here's your goldwatch and the shackles for your chain
And your piece of paper sayin' you left here sane.
And if you've a son who wants a good career
Just get him to sign on the dotted line and work for fifty years.


-- Donovan Leitch --


PS. When I was typing in the label "pension" the predictive text thingy suggested "penis". How did this blog get so dirty?

PPS. No bananas involved, but I am quite mellow right now. Word of advise: don't get the munchies when one of the few things around are wasabi peanuts.

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