I got into the elevator wondering
if it was going to be a busy day
When my client on the phone asked
with raised voice, what was I up to
I knew it was going to be a hot day.
It seemed my customer was waiting
for an hour, tired of my baiting.
humid air in the cabin not helping
it was a tough day for selling
while to others, it was a cool day.
Just as I managed to tame him well
my wild boss called to my discomfort
rushing to him was a daily effort
thinking, was it worth the effort?
made me drench on a sweaty day.
On the bus back, the wind in my face
jostling the crowd, to keep my space
I had to count on my shoelaces
to keep me from tripping in my chase
to reach my home from a working day.