As every day begins My heart beats with anticipation With every call I make There is a spring in my step However, all good things come to an end As the day wears on The white clouds fade away And are replaced By monstrous, jet black clouds With every call I make My shoulders droop My eyes lose their lustre My hands begin to shake My voice begins to falter As the rain of despair begins My mind loses its focus I lose all sense of direction The pile of work on my desk Grows taller and taller Until it outgrows Mount Everest Just when I begin to think That things can't get any worse My boss cranks up the pressure To such a level That my heart beats faster and faster I begin to splutter and choke My mouth begins to foam My face starts turning blue With a rapidly shaking hand I stagger towards my water bottle Tripping and almost falling on the way Eventually, with a supreme effort I manage to prise the bottle cap loose As I take a gulp of water I spill a few drops on the floor Very slowly and steadily My breathing begins to return to normal But not before my heart is filled With a deep desire To hear the three magic words "You are fired"
A poem on why Recruitment comes with health (mainly mental health) hazards.