💻 Ctrl My Day, Alt My Dreams, Exhausted My Soul 💭

One day I wake up and feel — ah, work from home is a blessing!
No travel, no traffic, no boss hovering, no dressing!
Again another moment — I stare at the screen and sigh,
“Am I working from home… or living at work?” — oh my!

Neither fully at home, nor fully at office I stand,
Caught somewhere between Excel sheets and sandwich in hand.
Corporate world feels like a glittering trap,
Where deadlines chase dreams and time collapses in the gap.

They want humans to work like robots — tireless, cold, precise,
And robots to think like humans — “innovate, empathize, and be nice!”
Only one day brings true joy in this digital race,
The day my bank app pops up with that “credited” grace. 💸

I love what I do, I truly, deeply care,
But lately it feels like my mind’s gasping for air.
“Overtime requested!” — that line’s a horror note,
I nod like a saint, while my sanity floats.

The irony bites — when the money comes at last,
It slips to the doctors, therapists… gone so fast!
How strange this life, how odd this game,
We earn to heal the wounds of what earning became.

At home, my family laughs in the next room’s glow,
While I sit muted, replying “Sorry, can’t go.”
Not a complaint — this is my bread and butter,
But sometimes my soul whispers things I don’t utter.

Dear management, remember — we are humans, not tools,
We feel, we dream, we break corporate rules.
Our hearts have rhythm, not robotic clicks,
Even machines need rebooting — humans need breaks, not tricks.

💭 Thought to Ponder:
If a job drains the joy it was meant to support,
is it still work… or just survival dressed in report?